Ever since Brittany was officially diagnosed with Dysnomia, she was having a much easier time in school. Teachers sympathized with Brittany and how hard she must be working to get the grades she's getting. Brittany was also receiving more time to complete tests and she was happy that she didn't have to worry about completing tests on time anymore; that had always been a big fear of hers. Brittany works really hard and she didn't want to get bad grades simply because she couldn't finish tests. Now she doesn't have to worry about that.
Everything is really normal. Life is normal.
"What's happening hot stuff," Santana greeted as she sat down next to Brittany in the lunch room.
"I actually wanted to talk to you about something," Brittany began. "When I met with Dr. Schaeffer, I told him that I do dance. I told him that it was the only real thing that I understand without having to try. He suggested that I do more dancing and stuff because it might help me with assassinating movements with learning…or whatever."
"I don't think you can assassinate movements," Quinn chuckled.
Santana shot her a glare, "You know what she meant." Then Santana turned back to Brittany, "Maybe you should join Go Club."
"What's that?" Brittany wondered as she took a sip of water.
"It's the school's dance club. They had practice last year at the same time as Speech and Debate meetings. We could always hear them practicing across the hall. They seem to have a lot of fun and it's a way to gets your dance on."
"Watch out, you're starting to sound like me," Brittany poked Santana in the side.
"I don't mind," Santana pecked Brittany on the lips knowing that they couldn't really get their mack on with all of their friends around.
"When do they meet?" Brittany wondered.
"Not on Tuesdays," Santana shrugged. "Why don't we go talk to Mrs. Rodgers about it? She's the one who runs the club. I think she has an off hour right now."
"Let's go," Brittany hopped out of her seat.
Santana mimicked Brittany's movement and led the both of them out of the cafeteria and into Mrs. Rodgers office. Sure enough, Mrs. Rodgers was sitting at her desk. Mrs. Rodgers smiled at the arrival of the two girls.
"Mrs. Rodgers, can we talk to you for a moment?" Santana wondered.
"Sure girls," Mrs. Rodgers looked up from a pile of papers she was grading.
"I was thinking about joining Go Club. When does the club meet?" Brittany wondered.
"We meet on Thursday after school until five. I'm really excited that you're joining Miss…" Mrs. Rodgers lingered.
"Oh, sorry, my name is Brittany S. Pierce," Brittany introduced herself.
"Brittany, well it's nice to meet you and it will be great to have you in Go Club. Do you have any dance experience?" Mrs. Rodgers wondered.
"Yeah, loads," Santana replied for Brittany.
"I've been dancing since before I can remember," Brittany added.
"That's great! Well, I can't wait to see you tomorrow," Mrs. Rodgers smiled sweetly at the two girls.
"Thanks Mrs. Rodgers," Brittany replied as she turned towards the door.
After the couple exited the office, Brittany jumped with joy. Santana loved seeing Brittany this happy. "I can't believe we have a dance club at this school and I didn't know about it!"
"You learn something new every day," Santana practically whispered with an adoring smile.
"I can't wait!" Brittany skipped down the hall with Santana in tow.
"Slow down," Santana giggled as she tried to keep up with Brittany as they made their way back to the cafeteria.
"Sorry," Brittany said as she slowed down into a walk, "I'm just so…so…"
"Excited," Santana finished.
"Super excited," Brittany added as she twirled around.
Santana just watched her girlfriend adoringly as she skipped, danced, and bounced around the school's halls. I need to get her this excited more often; she's just so freakin' adorable, Santana thought.
The rest of the day it was hard to get Brittany to focus on anything because she was so bubbly. Brittany couldn't contain her excitement and Santana loved the effect that dancing had on her girlfriend; anything to make her happy.
The next day, right after school, Brittany ran into Mrs. Rodger's classroom armed with her dancing bag. Seven other people that Brittany vaguely recognized were already in the room. Santana accompanied Brittany to the club, but she didn't intend on dancing at all because she doesn't really have any moves.
"Hey Brittany, it's nice to see you here. Is your friend joining too?" Mrs. Rodgers pointed to Santana.
"Oh no, I can't dance. I just came to give my support," Santana replied as she took a seat.
"Okay then. Before we begin, I have some sad news. We have to have fifteen people for us to be recognized by the school as a club. Since we've had such small numbers, they're going to cut our funding if we don't get some more people to join," Mrs. Rodgers explained.
Brittany's expression turned from jovial to somber in a matter of seconds, "I can't believe this club is going to go away. I just found it."
"Brittany, it's okay, we'll figure something out. We can save this club, trust me," Santana tried to reassure Brittany.
"Does anyone have any ideas about how to recruit more members?" Mrs. Rodgers wondered.
"You could do something for the pep assembly. It's in two weeks, so it's short notice, but if you perform in front of the school then everyone will know that Go Club exists and what it's all about," Santana suggested. This was the same way that Santana got more people to join Speech and Debate.
"That's actually not a bad idea," Mrs. Rodgers commented.
"But it has to be epic, or people won't notice," Brittany added.
"Yeah, but like what?" one of the dance kids wondered.
Brittany looked back at Santana and they had a silent, psychic conversation. "Maybe we could have a live band perform with us. People love live music and we could dance to it and it could be really awesome," Brittany suggested.
"What band could we get?" another dance kid wondered.
"My band could perform. We're pretty good. We do a lot of alternative rock music like Fall Out Boy, Blink-182, Alanis Morissette, etc…" Santana explained.
"Oh, hey, doesn't Fall Out Boy have that one song about dancing?" Mrs. Rodgers wondered.
"Yeah, 'Dance, Dance'," Santana replied.
"You guys are so great at playing that song," Brittany added.
"I think this actually might work," Mrs. Rodgers smiled. "But we'll have to get working right away. Do you have the song on your IPod?"
"Yeah, here," Santana fished her IPod out of her backpack and gave it to Mrs. Rodgers.
"We'll need to practice extra to get this right by the pep assembly. We might need to work every day after school. Is everyone okay with that?" Mrs. Rodgers wondered.
Everyone in the club nodded in excitement. "I'll tell my band and we'll practice and come to the Go Club practices to get the timing right," Santana said as she pulled out her phone to make a few calls to tell the band.
"Great, let's get started," Mrs. Rodgers said. Mrs. Rodgers put 'Dance, Dance' on and told the club to improvise for the first run through before they came up with steps.
As Santana called all of her band mates, she watched Brittany, mesmerized by all of her moves. Everyone in the band agreed to work with Go Club; mostly because they were afraid that Santana would unleash her wrath on them if they didn't, but partly because they empathized with the dying club.
"Wow, Brittany, I didn't know you were so good at dancing!" one of the kids in the club commented as the song ended.
"Yeah, girl, you've got some moves!" another dancer added.
"Thanks," Brittany blushed as she turned to Santana who was still on the phone with Quinn. Santana gave Brittany a thumbs-up and a sincere smile before returning to her conversation with Quinn.
"We'll work on an intro with the band once they're at practice tomorrow, but we'll probably start off like this…" Mrs. Rodgers began as she choreographed the song in conjunction with the students. The rest of practice was full of putting together the basic steps of the song. They tried to go through some memorization, but mostly they were just laying the foundation for what was to come.
The next day, Stress Management came to practice with Go Club. They all brought their smaller travel amps and borrowed the school's drum set for Tina to use. Go Club stayed extra late since the band was there. They worked out an intro and started to sync the band with the moves the club created for the song the other day. Everyone was having a good time, but finally they all had to pack up to go home.
"Wait, before we leave, you guys should watch them perform this song. They're really great," Brittany suggested. The club hadn't really seen the band perform the song because they were focused on their movements. The club agreed. "Make sure you do it like you normally do with the spins and stuff!" Brittany added excitedly before the band began.
Stress Management played through the song. They were sure to add all of their jumps and spins into the song to impress the club and fulfill Brittany's wishes. The club erupted into applause as the band ended the song.
"You guys are really great. We need to make sure we highlight some of those moves in our performance. We'll work on that on Monday, yeah? But for now, go home! Get out of here! Leave!" Mrs. Rodgers commanded jokingly.
Brittany helped Santana pack up her guitar and travel amp. Brittany carried the small amp and Santana carried her guitar. "Thank so much for doing this," Brittany said as they walked down to Santana's car.
"It's no big. I mean, you love dance and I love music. It's great that we get to do the two things we love together," Santana replied and added in a whisper that she didn't think Brittany would hear, "I would do anything for you."
Brittany smiled knowing that she wasn't supposed to hear that last part. Just then they reached Santana's car. Brittany and Santana put the guitar and amp inside and shut the trunk. Brittany, unable to contain herself, pushed Santana up against the Beetle and pressed her lips firmly against her girlfriend's. Santana was taken aback by the sudden forcefulness of Brittany, but she didn't mind, she thought it was hot. Santana melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist, pulling her closer until their hips met.
Brittany was the first to pull out of the kiss in need of oxygen and in need of saying these three words, "I love you. I love you so much."
"I love you too," Santana replied carefully moving a stray strand of hair out of Brittany's face. Santana wondered what had brought on Brittany's sudden forcefulness. Then again, she didn't really care what caused Brittany to do that, it was really freaking sexy. "We should probably get going, it's getting late."
"Yeah, probably," Brittany shrugged as she walked to her side of the car and slid into her seat. Santana did the same and started the car. "So, Mrs. Rodgers told me that she's going to give me a solo in the dance."
"Really?!" Santana exclaimed before she put the car in gear.
"Yeah, she said something about it being our idea and how I should get one and…"
Before Brittany could continue, Santana leaned over and captured Brittany's lips in a brief, but loving kiss. "That is so great. I can't wait to see what you come up with."
"I'm just worried that I'll suck," Brittany admitted.
"You are amazing," Santana looked seriously into Brittany's eyes. "You will be so great. I need to ask Mrs. Rodgers if we can film it so I can watch it over and over."
"Thanks, Sanny," Brittany slid her hand up and down Santana's arm. Santana didn't even really mind the new nickname; although if anyone else called her that, Santana would go all Lima Heights on their ass. Brittany's phone suddenly started to ring loudly in the small car ruining the moment. Brittany mouthed 'Sorry' to Santana before answering her phone.
"Brittany Susan Pierce!" Santana heard Mrs. Pierce yell through the phone.
"Sorry mom…yeah…I was at Go Club…yeah, the dance club…I know, I should have called…I'll be home soon…okay, love you…bye," Brittany was clearly being scolded by her mom on the phone.
"You're middle name is Susan?" Santana wondered as she put the car and gear and started driving. She figured that she better get Brittany home soon because it sounded like she was in trouble.
"Yeah," Brittany replied curtly as she put her phone away.
"It's pretty," Santana commented as she continued down the now dark road.
"You think so?"
"Totally."
"What's your middle name?" Brittany couldn't help but wonder.
"Marie," Santana replied.
"Hmm, Marie…" Brittany pondered Santana's middle name.
"What are you thinking about?" Santana inquired.
"I'm trying to come up with nicknames using your middle name, but I'm coming up empty. San-Ma, Tan-Rie, or maybe just Tana," Brittany rambled on.
"I like that last one," Santana replied as she turned into Brittany's neighborhood.
"But the last one doesn't use your middle name," Brittany pouted. "But I like it too," she added after a second thought.
"Hmm…Let's see…Oh, you could be Britt-Britt," Santana mused.
"It's less of a facefull than Brittany," Brittany laughed. "Oh, gosh, I meant mouthful," Brittany corrected herself.
"Hey look at us, making cute nicknames for each other. We're turning into one of those sappy couples," Santana commented as she turned down Brittany's street.
A smile a mile wide grew on Brittany's face, "I like being sappy with you. You're usually so 'business all the time' it's nice when you're just sappy."
"Only with you Britt-Britt," Santana liked the way the nickname rolled off her tongue.
"Whatever you say Tana," Brittany replied.
Finally the couple pulled up to Brittany's house. "Well, this is my stop," Brittany leaned over and kissed Santana goodbye.
"I'll see you tomorrow, baby," Santana caressed Brittany's cheek briefly before Brittany turned to leave.
"Bye, San," Brittany waved before she skipped up her steps and into her house.
Santana then left to her house. Santana walked inside to be greeted by her mother, "Why are you so late?" her mother wondered half annoyed and half too tired to care. Santana's mother works long hours at the hospital and usually comes home tired like a zombie.
"Band practice," Santana replied as she made her way upstairs.
"You're not usually this happy after practice," her father added before Santana could make it all the way up the stairs.
"Santana Marie Lopez, do you have a boyfriend that you're not telling us about?" her mother accused her.
"No, I don't have a boyfriend," Santana's face turned crimson red. At least I'm not lying to them.
"You don't have to tell us mija, but it's very obvious," her mother pried.
"You can invite him over for dinner some time," her father suggested.
"Trust me, I don't have a boyfriend. I'm going to go do homework," Santana wanted to leave the awkward conversation as soon as possible. Her mother's birthday was a few days after the pep assembly and soon after that Santana is going to tell them about her relationship with Brittany, but not until after then. Santana didn't want to ruin her mother's birthday with the news.
Santana ran up to her room, not really caring about her homework. It was Friday after all, so she had until Sunday night to complete it. Instead she decided to text Brittany.
7:32pm – My parents know that I'm seeing someone – Santana
7:33pm – OMG! Did u tell them? – Brittany
7:34pm – No, I'm not that brave. They just found out because, apparently, I'm that obvious. But they think that I'm dating some GUY and I don't want them to think that. I want them to know about you. – Santana
7:36pm – Sanny, u need 2 stop using proper grammar in txt. Tht last txt took up 3 pgs. :) – Brittany
7:36pm – Sorry, but I need your help, what should I do? – Santana
7:37pm – I think tht u should do what u originally planned. Ur scared thts ok. Wait until u'r ready. – Brittany
7:38pm – I'm just so confused – Santana
7:40pm – It's ok to feel tht way. Follow your gut. If it says 2 wait, then wait. Don't feel pressured 2 do anything u'r not ready 2 do – Brittany
7:41pm – Thanks for helping me through this, nena, I love you 3 – Santana
7:43pm – I love you too! 3 … Nena? – Brittany
7:44pm – It means 'baby' in Spanish :) – Santana
7:45pm – Oh, cool, I like it when u talk 2 me in Spanish ;) – Brittany
The couple continued to text until late into the night when they finally decided to call it a night and reluctantly go to sleep.
Two weeks of practice, sweat, and lots of hard work has all led to this moment. During second hour, for the pep assembly, Stress Management and the Go Club were released to set up in the gym. Stress Management brought in all of their actual equipment; which was quite a lot of work. They had packed most of their instruments into the back of Mike's Volkswagen Bus (aka The Swagger Wagon). They set up as quickly as they could, but it still took them over a half hour to get everything set up just right.
Then the third hour bell rang and an announcement was made to send students to the gym for the winter pep assembly. The gym soon crowded with the entire student body of McKinley High School. Brittany walked over to Santana who was doing a final sound check. Santana looked Brittany up and down. Brittany is wearing black cargo pants; a royal blue, tight fitting tank top; black Converse; and a cute black hat cocked slightly to the side. She looks really hot.
Santana looked up, "Ready?"
"How do you get over stage fright?" Brittany wondered looking shyly to the ground, clearly afraid of performing in front of such a large crowd.
"I used to think that I was the only one in the room, you know, ignore everyone else. Now I just focus on the one person that I'm really performing for," Santana winked at Brittany.
"That could work," Brittany breathed out an uneven breath.
"You'll be great," Santana placed her hand on Brittany's shoulder and rubbed soothing circles into her arm to reassure Brittany of her abilities as the pep assembly started with the introduction of the basketball team.
"How can you be sure?"
"Britt-Britt, you are amazing. That's how I know."
Brittany took in a deep breath, "Okay, okay, okay, I got this."
"Yeah you do," Santana winked. She could tell that Brittany was still unnerved so she quickly stole a kiss in an attempt to calm her down.
"And now we have a special treat for you all. Since the Hockey team all got a fungus from improper equipment care and can no longer talk about their upcoming season, Go Club, our school's dance club, will be performing 'Dance, Dance' by Fall Out Boy." Mr. Figgins announced very unenthusiastically.
All eyes turned to the dance club who did a small intro where they stomped loudly in a four count before jumping and landing so their feet were shoulder length apart. Quinn and Santana did this movement with the Go Club. Then Santana did a pick slide on her guitar and Tina started the beginning drum solo. Santana clapped her hands to the drums and some kids in the audience joined. Quinn started in on the bass part and Mike came in with the lyrics:
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
"A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue
Santana then came in with her guitar and the song continued to build. The dancers were now well into their dance routine and everyone in the crowd was staring in awe.
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."
Santana rand towards Quinn and ducked down so Quinn could roll over Santana's back; which they executed perfectly.
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Santana then whispered "We're going to show 'em how to dance" into the microphone. It's not what's usually said during this part of the song, but it fit better than the actual lyrics. Quinn and Santana joined in for backing vocals for the chorus.
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Brittany led the dancers as they worked through the song. Everyone hit their moves perfectly. It was all going really well. Quinn and Santana did spins with their guitars behind the dancers.
You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
There is a small drum solo where Santana and Quinn mimic the movements of the dancers which really accents how much they've practiced.
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
Mike drew a heart in the air with his fingers before picking up his guitar and jamming out to the chorus.
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Quinn ran back towards Santana and Santana leaped completely over Quinn, spinning as she did so. This is when Brittany has her dance solo, but Santana didn't get to see much of it because she was coming out of her move and had to sing a few backup lines.
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
Brittany came out of her solo to be twirled around by Kyle, one of the larger male dancers. Kyle then quickly moved towards the back of the group.
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
The group continued their dance, doing moves that everyone in the audience marveled at. Santana sung backups as the final chorus came up.
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
The instrumental intro repeats itself and Santana locks eyes with Kyle. Kyle nods and Santana runs towards him. Kyle has his hands cupped together at about his waist. Santana steps into Kyle's hands and Kyle spots Santana as she does a back flip with her guitar. Santana's biggest fear was that she was going to accidently kick Kyle in the face, but luckily for both of them the trick went off without a hitch. Another one of the dancers did a similar flip on the other side of the band. Santana quickly came in on cue, playing her guitar. Then as the lyrics came in, Mike sang the words alone first, then they added Santana, then they added Quinn, then they added Tina. Thus, all four band members sang the last two words together.
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
When the song ended everyone bowed their heads in unison and the audience erupted in applause and cheers. Then as the crowd calmed down and the dancers had thoroughly celebrated, Mrs. Rodgers appeared with a microphone in hand, "Join Go Club! We meet Thursdays after school in room 501. We'll see you there!"
Then Mr. Figgins got up to say a few words before dismissing everyone to go to class. Brittany ran up to Santana. Santana quickly set her guitar down to embrace her girlfriend. "You were so great!" Santana said, hugging Brittany closer to her.
"You guys were flawless, that was so good!" Brittany projected to the whole band.
"I can't wait to see the video," Santana replied. She saw bits and pieces of Brittany dancing, but she didn't really get to watch it all because she had to focus on the performance.
"Me either! Mrs. Rodgers is going to show it after school, so we can all see it," Brittany explained as the two finally separated from their hug.
"Awesome! I'll meet you in class, we just have to get all of this stuff back into the Swagger Wagon," Santana said as she turned to start packing everything up like the rest of the band.
"Do you guys need any help?" Brittany offered.
Santana shook her head no, "We've got it. Plus, I need someone to take notes for me in History. Lord knows that woman isn't going to wait for everyone to get back to start class."
"You trust me to take notes for you?" Brittany looked at Santana unbelievingly.
"Of course I do," Santana shrugged like it was the most obvious thing ever.
Brittany just smiled and kissed Santana on the cheek, "I'll see you in class, Sanny." Brittany then shouted and waved to the rest of the band, "Later guys!"
Everyone waved goodbye as Brittany walked away. Santana couldn't help but stare at her girlfriend's perfect ass as she strutted away. Mike nudged Santana in the arm, "You know, it isn't polite to stare."
"I think you have a little drool," Quinn added.
"Whatever," was all Santana managed as she continued to put her things away.
"Don't get all fussy with me," Quinn shot back before adding, "Sanny," in a sappy and ridiculous voice. Santana punched Quinn in the arm, but just went back to packing her things in peace.
At the end of the day, Go Club and Stress Management met in Mrs. Rodgers's room to watch the video. Mrs. Rodgers had the projector all set up and everyone took a seat. Brittany and Santana sat down next to each other. Brittany was nervous; she didn't want to watch herself if she messed up or something. Santana, on the other hand, was super excited to watch her girlfriend dance.
"Alright, well it looks like everyone's here. Without further ado," Mrs. Rodgers hit the play button on the remote and the video began.
Santana laced her hand with Brittany's and gave Brittany's hand a light squeeze in anticipation. The video started with Mr. Figgins introducing the Go Club. Then the dance started and the music came in. It was all as they had practiced. Santana never saw herself perform before and she thought that she looked a little dorky when she played the guitar; like she was focusing too hard. Then Quinn and Santana did their signature roll and Santana was actually impressed by how good it looked. She had always assumed that it made them look like a bunch of wannabes, but they actually pulled it off. Brittany loved watching how much fun Santana had playing her guitar.
Santana then focused on Brittany once the dance really started up. Brittany was fantastic. She didn't just follow the movements; it's like her body controls the music. Her arms conducted every note and her legs controlled the beat. Her body is a perfect instrument, making the music the band created into something unexplainable.
Santana loved watching Brittany as she did the one thing that she's always had fun doing - dance. Brittany couldn't believe that she looked so good dancing. She always assumed that she looked like a dork; like some of the people in her class do when they dance, but she actually looked like a dancer.
The video ended too soon. Mrs. Rodgers turned on the lights, "I'm so proud of all of you. We managed to create a dance to a song and perfect it in two weeks. You all did so well. This is really amazing."
"Can we have copies of the video?" Kyle wondered.
"I'll have copies made for everyone by our meeting next week," Mrs. Rodgers was already preparing to make a bunch of copies of the video for everyone.
"Thanks Mrs. Rodgers!" the room erupted into cheers. Everyone stood up and congratulated one another as everyone began to leave.
Once Brittany and Santana were alone in the hall, walking toward the parking lot, Santana commented, "You were so great. You are so great."
"Not as great as you, did you see that backflip that you did with your guitar? That was incredible!" Brittany overly used her hands to express how amazing it was.
"I'm just glad that I didn't kick Kyle in the face," Santana laughed as she laced her hand with Brittany's. "Your solo was breathtaking. Literally, I watched it and I couldn't breathe."
Brittany laughed at how Santana reenacted being breathless, "Thanks, dork."
"Ouch," Santana covered her heart like she had just been shot there.
"Oh whatever," Brittany poked Santana in the side.
Santana decided to change the subject, "Do you want to come over to my house for tutoring today? We didn't get to really do anything during eighth hour because all we talked about was the pep assembly. The library is closed this late and the local library gives me the creeps. Plus, my mom is working late tonight and my dad is in Chicago on business. So what do you say?"
"Yeah, sounds like fun. I just have to call my mom and tell her that I'm going to be at your place," Brittany said as she pulled out her phone to call her mother.
Santana didn't usually eavesdrop on people's phone conversations, but she just couldn't help herself. "Mom!" Brittany complained in that voice she uses only when her mother says something about Santana and Brittany and shenanigans.
Santana laughed audibly at the relationship between Brittany and Mrs. Pierce. Brittany stuck her tongue out at Santana who just continued to laugh. God, I love her, Santana thought as Brittany ended the call with her mother.
"Okay, we can go to your place," Brittany smiled as she reached her hand out for Santana to take. Santana quickly obliged. They both loved how perfectly their hands fit together like they were made for each other. They then walked down to the parking lot, got into Santana's car, and drove to the Lopez's residence.
Author's Note:
1.) I know NOTHING about dance and I don't claim to. So if there are any aspects of the dancing scene that are completely inaccurate, I do apologize.
2.) Fluffy. I know this chapter is really fluffy and you're wondering to yourself "When is there going to be some more substance to this…I mean seriously gosh." Don't get your panties in a bunch because I feel a storm coming.
"I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Huston