Hey guys, here's chapter two! I'm sorry, but I've got a tonne of RL stuff happening, but I'll try for the update in less than two weeks #LoveYouGuyes, and have #Courage Always xxx
I DON'T OWN GLEE, WHY WOULD I WANT TO ANYMORE?
Chapter 2 - Rockabilly Round
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce your judges of the Rockabilly Round! Starting with.. Lead singer of Bring Me the Horizon, Mr! Oli! Sykes!" A huge wave of applause and fan girl screams ripped through the crowd as the mention of this guy, but Santana had no idea who he was. She probably should, so she decided to google him to pass the time as the next judge, Travis Barker sat down. Sam went bat-shit crazy when the host said his name, and this time Santana understood why. Travis Barker was voted best drummer in the world, and Sam hadn't shut up about it for a month until Santana had threatened some Lima-Heights-Adjacent techniques. "This is the Rawk Jam Band V Band 20-13!" Another deafening cheer from the spectators, with some of the judges joining in too. "First up, we have a returning band. They were knocked out last year in round two, it's the Shmégals!"
A boy with a meerkat face waved and stood behind the mic. Santana scoffed, he was wearing a blazer! One thought flagged in her head. No Game. Contrary to the meerkat, Santana was dressed to kill. A tight, red football jersey with the sleeves cut off, dead black jeans that made her ass look more than fantastic and matching red sneakers. Brunette hair curled over her right shoulder, hooding one eye with a shadow. The Latina looked beyond hot, and she knew it. Pick wasn't helping her nerves though, going over his parts with mike. Their ntroduciton began, and this time instead of waiting back the singer took the front, a firm stance either side of the stand as she picked up her electric guitar. Santana had played since she was barely a teenager, but it wasn't commonly known. "Here they are, it's Santana and the Satanists!"
She shot a flirty wink toward the panel, it never hurt to be sexy. "Hey guys, I'm Santana, and these are my Satanists. But this?" She said, the band began to play, "This is a rockabilly boogie!" She grooved around a bit with her guitar, as Mike and Puck kicked the harmonies for the chorus. The latina threw in a riff, before going back to the pattern and beginning her verse.
Well I know a little spot on the edge of town
Where you can really dig 'em up and set 'em down
It's a little place called 'The Hide-away
You do the rockabillly 'till the break of day!
The quick beat and catch of the song got the crowd going, and the meerkat boy began to look slightly worried at their success.
Well they kick off their shoes, gettin' ready to bop
They're gonna rockabilly wearin' their socks
You wiggle your hip, feel the thrill
So come on little baby do the rockabilly-bill
Sam was rocking out the drum kit, mike was half dancing, half playing, and puck and Santana decided to have a quick power-chord battle in centre stage. Everybody was clapping along, and the shméagles were about ready to give up and go home. Only meerkat boy still looked vaguely determined to attempt to beat them.
Well there's little ol' Suzie, turnin' seventeen
Well everybody knows her as a rockabilly queen
And there's ol' Slim, as quiet as a mouse
He grabs ol' Suzie they'll tear up the house
They slammed the last chord out, slashing picks across strings and sticks onto drums. An almighty cheer and yelling mixed with clapping and wolf whistles came from the crowd, with all four of the judges on their feet. Puck smirked at Mike and Santana, they knew they'd won already from the defeated looks on meerkat boy's band's faces.
"We are Santana and the Satanists, and you've been an amazing audience! Goodnight!"
The day after they won round one, the rock world was buzzing. It was extremely unlikely for a rookie act to make it past round one, let alone against a veteran. Santana and Puck were contacted for interviews and a photoshoot for Santana for 3 magazines. They accepted all of them, and little did they know that 300 miles away, a blonde woman picked up her edition of Maxim to find a cover with a smoking hot Latina named Santana Lopez. More than one eyebrow raised, as the blonde woman called out. "Brittany? You might want to see this.."
Sub-Chapter - Brittany S Pierce (Brittany's POV)
"Brittany? You might want to see this.." Quinn called from the living room. "I'm in the kitchen!" I called, too busy with my laptop to move. She moved slowly toward me, and I paused the track I'd been working on. "Q, get your ass in here and show me!" My best friend made It over, and threw a magazine in front of me. I managed to catch it was Maxim before I noticed who was on the front, and couldn't help myself but gasp out. "Holy crap, Quinn. She's.." She cocked her eyebrow at me. "I was thinking you might be interested, but for her music? It looks like you might have another thing you like though." I didn't notice her talking, I was too busy looking at the goddess on gloss paper covering my keyboard.
She was beautiful, caramel skin and dark eyes, don't get my started on her abs! Her deliciously chocolate coloured hair fell next to perfect, round breasts. The red of her lingere defied her, making her look even more sexy. I finally got my eyes away from tan, toned thighs to the name and caption next to her leg. Santana Lopez, lead singer of Santana and the Satanists shows us how hot hell is! They got that right! I turned the cover to find a full two page spread about her and her band, and every witty comment she made got me to laugh and smile. Especially the one about relationships. "Quinn, look at this! The interviewer asks Do you have Some one special in your life? And she says.. Get this Q, she says, no, and I'm not gay, but my girlfriend is." Quinn crossed over to me, and looked over my shoulder. "Britt, she has a girlfriend? She's off limits. Go for her music, not her panties." I snort suddenly, just the music? Please. "Look further down, she verbally beats the hell out of him and says she doesn't have a girlfriend and quote, 'It means I'm gay, you dumbass. So no I'm not going to sleep with you." Unquote." Quinn laughed at me, and began to walk out of the kitchen, leaving me to drool over Santana. I couldn't help but think, could she sing too?