Hi guys! This is the second chapter, and while I'mwriting the third I want to say thanks to all the people bothering to read any of my stuff, and leaving comments and dropping favourites! It means so much. On with the story!
Disclaimer: don't own any brands, franchises, characters ect. If did, Brittana, BrittBritana would be the unholy trinity! (aka, Brittana + Britney Spears)
Fast Forward - The day of Boot Camp. The judges are discussing the acts they're most looking forward to.
"Hey Shay, who's your favourite solo performer?" Shay had to think about it for a minute before replying to Ricky's question. "Solo..I really like that guy that sang Teenage Dream.. What was his name? Blaine Andrews?" L.A. agreed with her, before correcting his name. "Blaine Anderson, yeah. Great guy. Britney, do I even need to ask your favourite group?" Britney scoffed slightly on her biscuit. "Well, it's only going to be 'Blood-Lines' isn't it? Other me is really talented, Mercedes is so funny, and let's face it here. Other Shay is so hot, and DAMN does she have a voice!"
Shay groaned slightly. "Her name is Santana, Britney. And your gay is showing. She was fantastic though. All three of them were." Ricky nodded, before holding back his laughter, and saying "Yeah, they were amazing, but Shay she's your stunt double! Don't shake your head, it's true! Right L.A?
This went on for a little while, before Shay finally conceded that Santana did look a bit like her. "So now we've got past the 'Shay and Britney look-a-like' competition, let's talk about their up-coming performance. What have we got?" Britney looked down at her list. "It's another singing and dance number, but there's less dancers this time. The song is.. Oh! This is interesting.." Ricky's eyes flicked up. "Oh what Britney? Which song?" Shay looked down at her own paperwork, before laughing. "They are totally going to own this!"
The two men didn't have a list of the acts, and Ricky got fed up of seeing Britney and Shay knowing something he didn't. He leant over and grabbed the top sheet of Britney's pile. "This is going to be so cool!" He showed the paper to the man on his left, he whistled.
"This is going to be hard for them to get right, but if they do..Who do you reckon will take it?" asked Shay.
That was when L.A. Began to chip in. "No doubt, Santana to rap. I'd say Brittany for lyrics, and Mercedes harmonising. It's a great song, and I think they're gonna rock that stage harder than your last tour, Britney." She smiled at the compliment, before relaxing into her chair. "Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but there's a new Brittany in town. I'd love to perform with them sometime.." The woman trailed off, looking deep in thought. "I any case," said Shay, "I'm looking forward to this definitely. I bet they put some spin on it.."
At the same time - Rehearsal for 'Blood-Lines' On Set
"Right, this year we're giving the option of rehearsing without the judges to the performers. Please send a representative or come yourself to the desk to confirm your decision. Judges on stage in 5 please. Thank You." Brittany looked at Mercedes. "No judges. You cool with that? I want it to be a surprise." The brunette nodded, looking to Santana. "Of course, I was thinking the same, babe. You wanna go, 'Cedes?" The diva rolled her eyes, but could tell that Santana wanted to be alone with Brittany for a few minutes. She pulled herself up, throwing a 'see you in a minute' back at them. When she was gone, the blonde twisted in Santana's lap. "Babe, I can tell you wanted me alone. What's up?"
Of course Brittany could tell, they knew each other inside and out, up and down. Absolutely nothing was unknown to the other. "Britt baby, I just want you to know, whatever happens tonight, I love you. I don't just say that you know, I really, really love you. And I always will."
Brittany smiled into a kiss, only pulling away when oxygen became a problem. "San, I really, really love you too. I know you love me, and I am never going anywhere away from you. I'm all yours." She whispered the last sentence into her girlfriend's ear, and kissed her lightly just below her ear.
By the time Mercedes was back, Santana was her normal, slightly bitchy, fabulous self. Rumours and clips of their performance had gotten to the other contestants, and they were getting a few inquisitive looks. Brittany laughed on Santana's lap, causing the brunette to snuggle deeper into her side. "What's funny, B?" All the blonde did is tilt her head up and kiss her softly, before she explained. "I think they're staring at my girlfriend, even on their phones. I've just seen 5 different guys show their friends the Latin part of the routine, the bit that you lead me in." Mercedes slumped down next to the girls. "Britt's right, Santana. Another guy just told me it was a shame that you two are together. Something about taking the two hottest girls and taking them off the market." Brittany just scoffed and stood up, missing Santana's warmth immediately. "Coffee. You coming, San? 'Cedes?" While Mercedes shook her head and retrieved her iPod, saying she needed to listen to the harmonies again, Santana happily stood and took her girlfriend's waiting hand. "See you soon, 'Cedes. We're not due on stage for another couple of hours." And with that, they walked away to the coffee shop on the corner, leaving Mercedes with her music.
"San? Have you realised that we're practically celebrities in here?" Santana smirked, taking a sip of her coffee. "Well, it's a good practice run for you when you're dancing with Beyonce and Lady Gaga's world tours. Hold up, fanboy." Brittany was about to reject the compliment, and probably tell her girlfriend how amazing she was, when a man that they both recognised as another contestant sidled over. "Uh, Hi. Sorry, but I saw you guys and I.. Can I get an autograph?" He physically winced, probably expecting a slap instead of the 'Sure, got a pen?' Santana currently offered him. "Yeah, I got one here. Thanks for this, by the way. I saw your performance, you were awesome. You two are so cute together!" As Santana scribbled a note, Brittany spoke to him. "Come sit down for a minute. What's your name?"
His name was Blaine, it turned out, and he had sang an acoustic version of 'Teenage Dream'. "Yeah, sorry about that. We were meant to be watching the other performances on tape, but we got.. How's the best way to say this.. Let's say distracted." Blaine laughed, and before he could reply to Brittany, the Latina beside him spoke. "Okay, let me try. Blaine Anderson.. I'd say just out of High School, in freshman year maybe. And sorry if this offends you, but I know I'm right. You're single, and about as straight as I am. Bare in mind my girlfriend sitting across from you." Again, he smiled, and tilted his head conceedingly toward Santana. "I'm guessing your gaydar is in mint condition, then. You're right, capital G Gay, and still single." Brittany suddenly reached down to the table for her phone, speaking to the man as she went through it. "You looking for a man, Blaine?" He shrugged, and then took a sip of his coffee. "If the right guy came along, I wouldn't mind a boyfriend. Why, what do you have in mind?" The blonde just smirked, looking sideways at the brunette that caught on quickly. An iPhone was raised to beside Brittany's ear. "Kurt, get your ass down here." Santana stole the phone, and couldn't resist chipping in. "And bring your handbag, you're going to be a while."
When Kurt got to the café, he walked over with his satchel over his shoulder, looking slightly miffed at Santana, before he caught sight of Blaine and stopped dead. Blaine looked up when the footsteps stopped, and the hand raising the cup to his lips was forgotten and left there. "Well," drawled a smirking Santana, "We're going to rehearse. Kurt, Blaine. Blaine, Kurt. Have fun boys!" Neither boy noticed anything about the girls leaving, as Kurt broke out of his haze, and sat down.
"Hi, I'm Kurt." He offered his hand, and as Blaine's skin touched his, both boys felt the spark. "Blaine. Brittany was right, you are so much more amazing in person." Kurt felt a deep blush, insisting he only worked for and please don't believe anything Santana said. "You're pretty amazing yourself, Mr. Teenage Dream!" In some sudden burst of courage, Blaine found his game and before he could stop himself, he had already blurted out "Would you let me be yours?" Kurt still seemed relaxed, and he might as well act like he meant it because there was no way he could take it back. Kurt had a similar jolt, and replied "If you want to be." Blaine nodded so much it looked like his head was going to fall off. "I really, really would. Kurt, would you go on a date with me?" The smile on Kurt's face was so bright, it was blinding, as he nodded back to Blaine, and told him "Yes, absolutely I will. We should go to the rehearsal, I want to see Santana, Brittany and Mercedes, and I would love you to be there.." Blaine just stood, and grabbed his coffee to-go. He held out his hand, and Kurt took it, blushing at the tingles he felt.
The judges were sat at their places, agroup that had wanted them to watch had just finished. They were all humming with anticipation, 'Blood-Lines' were up next, and Britney and Shay both wished that they would let them watch. Santana however, had a very different opinion, and Brittany smirked, "I know you want to watch, but we're giving the option to watch to just one judge. Ricky, you can watch if you swear not to tell the other judges." The Latino man smiled at Britney in particular, and looked sideways at Brittany. "I don't think I will, thank you. I'd like to keep it a surprise." Britney glared at the Latino. "Ricky Martin, you did not just do that! I need a spy!" She moaned, throwing her head back, and slowly picking up her things.
"Santana, would you care to tell Britney here why we can't watch? I know you're in law school, so I want legal contract terms. Confusing as possible." The Latina smirked, and nodded. "Britney Spears, you have signed a contract on this show named 'Minus Three' to be a judge. In this contract there will no doubt be a clause saying head judge has the most power, so Mr. Ricky Martin. He has given the performers on said show the choice to choose wheather they can watch, and there for you have a legal obligation to-" Brittany had sidled up behind her girlfriend, and clamped her hand over Santana's mouth, promptly shutting her up. "Don't worry, I got this!" She winked at the judges, before spinning the brunette in her arms around, pulling her forward slightly, and fisting her shirt as Brittany caught Santana's bottom lip in a heated kiss.
When they broke apart a few seconds later, Santana mumbled "You could have just told me to shut up, you know. But I'm not complaining." She smiled, and Brittany winked at her famous counterpart. "She goes into lawyer mode, and while it's totally hot when she's whipping a guy in her debate class, only I gets to enjoy it!" Britney's mouth hung open, and Shay laughed at her. "Britney, your gay is showing. Let's ship out."
The blonde's head whipped round as she stood up, and a snappy answer was never too far away. "Actually Shay, it's my Bi. You forgot I cheer for both teams again. You think she'd remember after that redhead I had up against the door in the bathroom.." She trailed off as she made to leave, biting her lip to hold back laughter. "Aww, is ickle Mitchell all embarrased?" The actress was a bit red, and everyone else looked on amused, as she made to reply. "Britney, we have to go regardless of your night time habits. Come on."
The little Latina practically dragged the star out of the room, with Britney protesting loudly.