WHN- part 7
Santana sat hesitantly, staring at her bag. She didn't want to leave but her audition was tomorrow and she had not rehearsed at all.
"I could leave tomorrow. I could just take an early train," she said as Quinn came back into the room.
"Santana, I'm fine. Honestly. We've come up with a potential plan, I'll figure it out," assured Quinn.
Santana wasn't entirely convinced but she knew she had to go. They grabbed their jackets and headed back to the train station.
Standing off to the side, Santana was making sure Quinn would call her if she needed anything.
"Anything," she repeated with a wink. Quinn laughed, which eased Santana's worry a little. The train pulled up and passengers began loading. Quinn fell into Santana's arms and held her tight.
"Break a leg," she said. Santana pulled a little and saw Quinn's hazel eyes fill with tears. She brushed them away and kissed her. The kiss was soft and tender, loaded with unspoken words and feelings.
"Everything will be fine," Santana said, holding Quinn's face in her hands. Quinn nodded and wiped at her tears. Santana kissed her cheek once more before picking up her bag. She turned and made her way onto the train, stopping for one last glance at the blonde. She mentally pushed herself into the train. She found her seat and stowed her luggage. She sat down and looked out the window. Quinn stood in the same place arms crossed, leaning against a pillar, with tears still falling. Santana pressed her hand against the glass as the train began to move. Quinn gave a small wave not turning away until the train was out of sight.
Hours later, Santana walked back into the loft. Kurt looked up from one of his marathons.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," she answered back.
"How was Connecticut?" Kurt asked.
"It was good," she said, trying not to show how good and how bad it was to leave.
"Yeah, I'll bet," he replied.
Santana looked at him, thinking how to change the subject.
"Where are Berry and her ken doll?" She asked quickly.
"Rachel went to the store and Brody is at school, I think," said Kurt.
"You know he's up to something, right?" Santana asked, seriously.
"Yes, but Rachel can't find out until after her Funny Girl audition," said Kurt, almost pleading.
"Why? I have an audition and I'm fine," said Santana.
"One. You have no soul. And two, when did you get an audition?" asked Kurt.
Santana instantly wished she could take that back.
"I didn't want to jinx it, so I didn't say anything," she admitted, "it's nothing. Just a small production."
"Oh my god, Santana! That's amazing," said Kurt, standing up.
"Just don't tell Berry. I don't want her running to steal it," she snipped.
"Santana, we're a family. She wouldn't do that to you," assured Kurt.
Santana moved back to her section of the loft, Kurt followed.
"So, want to practice your lines?" asked Kurt excitedly.
Santana turned rolling her eyes, equipped with a smart remark and then changed her mind.
"Actually, yes," she said, her face softening.
"Ah, this is so exciting!" clapped Kurt.
Santana laughed and passed him her audition package for him to look over.
Quinn got off the phone with her mother. It had been an emotional talk but was needed. She needed help and her mom would stand by her. She decided to send Santana a text and head to bed.
I'm fighting it.
Rachel came home and went straight to bed, both Santana and Kurt thought this was weird but decided to give her space.
"That's weird though right?" asked Santana.
"The fact that Rachel would go to bed without doing her moisturizer routine is very weird," said Kurt.
They let it go and continued with the lines. Finally, Santana yawned and decided she should probably get her beauty sleep.
"What time is your audition for tomorrow?" Asked Kurt, as he slid his chair back to its spot.
" 2:00 in the afternoon," answered Santana.
"I'll be in dance class," replied Kurt.
"I was hoping Q would be here. But, she's got her own things going on," admitted Santana.
"I'm sure she would've been here if she could," he said.
"Yeah, probably," said Santana, still unsure, "thanks Kurt. I feel better after the practice."
"No problem. Night," said Kurt heading to the bathroom.
Santana went over her script once more while waiting for her turn in the bathroom.
The next morning Santana woke up and began getting ready. She was home alone, which was a nice change. She had the bathroom to herself and could walk around naked.
She dressed in the outfit that her and Kurt had discussed the night before and stepped into her heels. With a final look into the mirror, she practiced her smile a couple times and felt ready to go. Her confidence was at its peak as she strutted her stuff onto the subway, but as she got closer and closer to the theatre, her nerves caught up with her.
She stepped into the dark theatre calling out.
"Hello?"
No one was around. She took a few more steps, looking for someone to direct her to the audition area. She stopped and looked at the stage. It was dark except for a spot light and some background lighting. She looked around once more to make sure she was alone and then climbed the stairs. She felt like she was home, back on the stage in Lima. She walked along the front of the stage, humming the latest song stuck in her head. She couldn't help but smile and all the confidence she lost in the subway came fleeting back. Quietly, the words to the song began to emerge from her. She felt the beat as she tapped her foot, allowing herself to be back at McKinley. Before she knew it, she was belting out the chorus.
When she was done, she heard a slow clap coming from the back of the theatre. She stepped out of the spotlight and tried to locate the noise. She stepped off the stage and gathered her things.
"Sorry. I thought I was alone, just got carried away," said Santana.
Finally, she saw the figure as he stepped into the light.
"You must be Miss Lopez," he said.
"Yes, Santana," she said, trying not to sound apprehensive.
"That was good. Have you been on stage before?" He asked.
"Just a couple of high school performances," she replied.
"You look quite at home on the stage," he commented.
"Thank you," she said, not really sure how to read this guy.
"I'd like to hear the piece you've prepared, if you're ready," he asked.
Santana made her way back up on the stage and took a deep breath.
She was finally doing what she loved. She began one of the songs she had in her repertoire, as Rachel would say. She got lost in the music and sang every word with her usual charm.
When she was finished, the director once again was clapping.
"Nicely done," he said, "it's yours, if you want it."
Santana couldn't believe it. She got the part.
"Yes, yes I do! Thank you," she said, trying to contain her composure.
The director started walking away.
"We rehearse Monday morning! 9am" he shouted over his shoulder, "pick up the full script as you leave."
Santana rushed out of the theater practically running. She passed two more girls walking in. They hadn't even heard all the auditions and had offered her a spot. She couldn't wait to get home and tell everyone. This was one of the best days, she wished Quinn could be here to share it.