Chapter 3 - Drinks
Brittany was at the dance studio packing up after working on some new choreography. It was a Tuesday and she had two classes to teach that day and decided to stay late to work on a new dance number. She went to shut off the music when she looked up at the clock to see that it was after 8. Walking over to her bag she threw her extra pair of sneakers in and grab a sweatshirt out. It was now late September and the weather was changed from day to day. Some days it would be warm. But this evening the air was cool. She pulled the sweatshirt over her and heading out of the studio. Making sure to turn off all the lights and finally locking the door behind her.
Walking down the sidewalk towards her home she saw a group of four people ahead of her. Brittany watched the group as she walked. The group disappeared into a one of the buildings. It was then that Brittany realized they slipped into NP's the bar that Santana worked at.
I wonder if she is working tonight. It is a Tuesday night. I wonder if she's there every night. What days does she work? What kind of hours does she work?
"There's only one way to find out." Brittany whispered to herself.
She entered the bar and was immediately hit with the sound of music. Brittany looked around for a minute before deciding to take a seat at the bar. Once she sat down she looked around again getting familiar with her surroundings.
There were two guys behind the bar serving drinks to the patrons. There were a few tables set up opposite the bar. That's when she spotted the group of four people that had been walking ahead of her sitting at one of the tables. Looking past them she saw a small dance floor. To the left of the dance floor in the corner she spotted what see came in here looking for.
There was Santana standing behind her DJ booth looking down at her computer. Brittany saw her and a smile came to her face. Well that answers my question. She is working tonight. Hiding over there in the corner behind her DJ booth. She looks like she is concentrating hard on something. It's kinda cute.
"Miss, miss." Brittany was shaken from her thoughts by a man with a Mohawk. He was standing looking at her from the backside of the bar. He looked at her waiting for some sort of response.
"Oh excuse me." the blonde replied "Did you ask me something?"
"Yes I said 'if you don't mind me asking what has your attention so much so that you have completely spaced out?'" Looking at her in interest waiting for her answer.
She looked up at him making eye contact "oh I was just looking around. I have never been in here before. I was taking it all in."
"Ok then can I get you something to drink?"
Thinking for a minute "just a beer please."
"Coming right up, miss."
She watched him walk away to get her beer. He made his way back over to Brittany handing her her beer. "So what your name pretty lady?"
"Brittany."
"Well Brittany I'm Puck. Let me know if there is anything else I can get for you tonight."
With that he turned to take care of one of the other patrons sitting at the bar.
Brittany sat there for a while just drinking her beer. After some time she looked over in the direction of the DJ booth. She just watched Santana as she worked. She thought about going over to her and talking to the brunette but she decided against it. She just sat on her bar stool and watched. She was interrupted but Puck saying something.
"Hey can I get you another?"
Shaking her head to clear it "oh yeah sure."
Puck brought back another beer for Brittany and set it down on the bar top. He observed the women in front of him before asking "What where you looking at before I asked if you wanted another beer?"
"Oh nothing that's too important." taking a drink of her beer.
"Well from what I saw it looked like it was important. Spill it I ain't gonna tell anyone."
Puck put his hands in the air.
"Um well- I um- that girl over there behind the DJ booth. I ran into her outside the bar about a week back and um- well I don't know. Then I saw her coming in here on Saturday night and I stopped her to talk but she wasn't really having it." Brittany sighed.
Puck threw his head back and laughed "well that's Santana for ya. Not one for conversation. Especially with strangers." He paused. "She can be rude and come off as a bitch but she's really not."
"Hmm, I don't really know why but I just had to come in and see if she was here. It's like she is a mystery to me and I need to figure her out." Brittany stops and looks over in Santana's direction. "I think I like her. Um like her like her."
Puck looks at Brittany not believe what is coming out the blonde mouth. Did she just say she likes Santana. Nobody likes Santana. She is rude and intimidating to most people she crosses. No one likes her. This blonde must be crazy. But this could be fun. I have to see how this gonna go down.
"Brittany right? Well," Puck begins "if you really are interested in her I say go for it. Go over there and talk to her."
"Wait. What? Really? Do you know if she- if she would even be interested in me?"
"Oh you mean is she into chicks?" Puck chuckles "Then yes."
An idea comes to Puck "I'll be right back don't move." He goes over to the other end of the bar gets out a glass and mixes a drink. Puck then walks back over to Brittany placing the drink on the bar. Brittany looks at the drink. "I didn't order that."
"I know silly. Take it and go over to Santana and give it to her. Talk to her." he instructs.
"I don't know what to talk about."
"Well if you can't think of something try talking about music." Thinking about a subject to talk about. He then thought of something that Santana will talk about. "Ask her about her DJ equipment. That might work."
"Ok thanks Puck"
Brittany walks away from the bar towards the DJ booth. Trying not to spill the drink on her way. Santana has headphones on and is staring at the computer screen. She does her or see someone approaching her. Putting the drink down on the table. Brittany taps Santana on the shoulder causing the brunette to jump and look up with shock in her eyes. "Shit you scared me." Taking her headphone off her ears.
"Sorry I didn't mean to. I brought you a drink." Santana looks at the drink confused. "I didn't spike it, don't worry."
"What is it?" Santana asks eyeing the drink in question. Brittany shrugs her shoulders. She doesn't know what it is Puck never told her. And she didn't ask. "I guess you'll have to take a drink to find out." Brittany says in a playful tone. Santana lifts the drink to her lips and takes a sip. "Captain and Coke. How did you know my favorite drink?" Santana questions looking at the blonde. Brittany smiles. "I got a little help from your friend behind the bar." Nodding her head in Puck's direction. Santana shoots Puckerman a death glare. He had been watching them the whole time.
What is Blondie doing here? I can't seem to get rid of her. Our conversations haven't exactly been all rainbows and unicorns. Why does she keep approaching me? Did Puckerman put her up to this? I'll kick his ass.
"So did Puck put you up to this? Coming over here and giving me a drink or whatever it is you're doing." The brunette paused. "Wait what are you doing here? Are you stalking me? Cause it kinda feels like it."
"Uhhh- one I'm not stalking you. And two he didn't put me up to this. Well it was his idea to bring you a drink. But I came over here by my own accord. I just wanted to talk to you and he told me to go for it." Brittany stopped thinking of what else to say. But before she could say anything else Santana spoke up.
"Well it was nice of you to bring me a drink but I don't know what there is to talk about."
Brittany jumps back in "we could talk about music. What's your favorite band?"
"I don't have a favorite band."
"Okay do you have a favorite song?"
"Nope"
"Do you have a favorite genre of music?"
"No not really."
Wow this women is hard to talk to. I could try and change the subject.
"So do you like being a DJ?"
"Yeah its fun. I get to play a bunch of fun music. I get to play whatever I want. On Friday and Saturday nights there are a lot of requests so I have to play those but other than that I play what I want or what feels right for the mood in the bar." Santana said taking a drink of her Captain and Coke. "I play a lot of the current hits when this place is packed on the weekends. People get up and get there dance on over there on the dance floor. During the week I am more free to play whatever I want."
"Sounds like fun. So I don't know anything about Djing. Is it hard to do? Was it hard to learn?" Brittany asks.
"No its not hard. I mean at first I didn't really know what I was doing but I read up about it online and learn as much as I could. Plus I'm a quick study. I picked it up really fast."
"Well you seem to really know what you're doing. And let me say, I think you are great at what you do." Brittany said smiling at Santana. The brunette smiled genuinely back at her. "Thanks."
Wow what a beautiful smile. Brittany thought. I definitely need to see more of that. This girl really is a mystery.
"So maybe you can tell me more about Djing and all this equipment some other time. I should be on my way I have an early class tomorrow." Still smiling at the brunette. Brittany turned to leave winking at Santana as she turned. Brittany glanced back one more time as she was walking out of the bar. Santana was smiling and watching her as she walked out. Brittany saw this and waved at her over her shoulder and walked out the door.
Mission accomplished. Brittany thought as she walked home from the bar that night.
12 am quitting time for Santana. She packed up all her DJ equipment and shut down her computer for the night. After putting her equipment away the brunette made her way over to the bar where Puckerman was cleaning glasses. She sat down on one of the bar stools.
"Hey Puckerman what the hell?" She began. "What's with you sending that blonde chick my way with a drink for me?"
"Chill Lopez I didn't have anything to do with that."
"Yes you did. She told me you did."
"Ok ok I may have suggested that she go over and talk to you but trust me she wanted to before I mentioned it to her."
"How do you know that smartass? Can you read minds now?"
"No she was staring at you the whole time she was sitting at the bar. I just gave her the nudge she needed." Puck simply stats.
"What really? I mean whatever. I am hot lots of people stare at me." Santana retorts.
"Yeah ok whatever you say but I think it's more than that. She's interested in you."
Laughing Santana says "yeah right. No ones interested in me I'm rude and intimidating and scary."
"Well apparently she doesn't think so or she doesn't care."
"Whatever Puckerman I'm going home. See you tomorrow."
She leaves the bar and heads for home. The air is crisp its refreshing actually. But what Puck said gets Santana thinking. She can't be interested in me. Usually I just scare people away. Was she really staring at me? She did come over and talk to me. She wanted to know all about my job and- holy crap Blondie really is interested in me.
