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*Please bear with me on this chapter as it will interchange between POVs and all.
Burt and Carole look at each other questioningly, trying to come up with a decent explanation of the sudden, unwanted presence in their home as they're all sitting in the living room. Feeling the tension, the unexpected and uninvited guest sitting across from them clears her throat. To say the least, they've been bouncing off topics for a while now to avoid awkwardness and they're still not close to figuring out what the hell this woman's doing here.
"A lovely morning, isn't it?" Dani utters with a fake grin plastered on her face.
"Well, yes." Carole trails off then clears her throat as well. "So, what can we do for you, Dani?"
"Ah…" Dani smiles sweetly and takes out several documents from her bag. "Well, you see. It has recently come to my attention that there's been a slight logistical error with regard to someone's identity."
"Error? Identity?" Burt repeats with a quizzical expression and a slight glance at his wife.
Dani fake laughs and places the documents in her hand on the coffee table in front of her. "To put it simply, someone isn't who we think it is." She adds with a devilish grin.
Jamie.
Who knew that one person who's not even here in this goddamn continent would be the start and end of a whirlwind journey?
Santana sighs at the thought of that and absent-mindedly surveys the aisle of biscuits and crackers in the convenience store near the hospital while thinking about Brittany.
It was probably the dumbest thing she's ever done in her life and she can't fathom why she had to be so scared of someone who's literally offering all of them just for a chance to be with her. It's fucking stupidity at its finest, that's what it was. For the first time in her life, she spent last night crying her heart out and basically had a life and death situation with her cellphone about calling Brittany to beg for forgiveness and another chance. But like a little bitch, decided against it in the end.
So, here she is, groggy as hell and eyes puffy as fuck with almost no sleep at all, buying Quinn's requests before she goes over to the hospital to visit her friend.
"And please stay tuned here on Dalton Radio because in just a while, we're going to bring you a live show coming from one of the highest rated radio shows of today, Romantically Speaking with your host, Brittany Pierce! For now, we bring you the top songs of the week starting with…"An announcer over the radio exclaims through the speakers.
Santana sighs deeply again upon hearing the announcement. Just half an hour more before Brittany confesses everything to her listeners and for everyone to know the whole truth behind the lie they put on. Instead of wondering what more would be lost today, she just shakes her head and walks to the check-out counter to get out of here as fast as she could.
Momentarily, she arrives in Quinn's room to see her friend alone and awake while talking to someone on the phone.
"I see you're still alive." Santana utters with a smirk while entering the room as she makes her presence known.
Quinn looks at her and playfully rolls her eyes at her friend. "Yeah, Santana's here. I'll just call you back later. Have a great show, honey." She adds before putting the phone down and turning all her attention on Santana.
"Brittany?" The brunette asks in a defeated tone while giving Quinn a few of the food she purchased a while ago then busies herself by replacing the flowers in a nearby vase with the ones she bought.
"Ooh, jelly pudding! This is a life saver because the food here sucks." Quinn remarks happily while opening the container. "But yeah, it was Brittany. She just called to ask how I was without telling me what went on with you two after we arrived at the hospital. You know she's coming in live in a while, right?"
"Yeah, I did."
"And you know what she's going to do as well?" Quinn trails off and sneaks a look at her friend who looks very much downtrodden.
"I do." Santana says then clears her throat. "So, where's Puckerman? Or just anyone. How's your vagina?"
"Puck is dropping off Beth with my parents at the apartment since you made it known that you're visiting me. He'll be back in a while." Quinn pauses and takes a spoonful of food to her mouth. "My vagina is still functioning, by the way."
Santana only nods at that and seeing that Quinn's happily eating the food she bought her like it's the first time in a long while she's been fed, she sits on a nearby bench and fetches her phone from her pocket then just does something to amuse her at the moment. Well, that was until Quinn decides to turn on the radio by the table beside her bed.
"…Be sure to tune in to Romantically Speaking with Brittany Pierce, live at the Grand Hotel and starting in just five minutes…"
"You're not going to stop her?" Quinn utters with a curious look at Santana.
The brunette sighs and returns her friend's gaze. "Why should I? That's her life."
"Yeah, I know. But don't you want to go there and just, I don't know, do something?"
"Like what, Q? Tell her in the middle of her speech to stop whatever it is she's doing? Drop on my knees and beg for forgiveness?"
"No, S." Quinn sighs. "Maybe tell her how you really feel about her and not just go around in circles trying to guess what the fuck is going on with the both of you. Maybe own up with both of your mistakes and just make up."
"It's too late for that. As much as I'd want to, it's too late for that and it's all my fault." Santana shakes her head.
"Hey, S. Can you come here?"
Santana immediately stands up, kind of alert and worried that Quinn may be in pain or that-
It was so fast. So sudden. But the only thing that registered in Santana's brain for the past two seconds was excruciating pain on her right cheek that sends her stumbling a little, almost making her lose a step while clutching to what's left of her tomato red face.
"Ow! W-What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Santana huffs with wide eyes while making sure that her jaw isn't broken. "That fucking hurts! Why the fuck would you slap me?!"
Quinn shrugs nonchalantly while making her left knuckles crack. "I see that I still got it. And for the record, I'm in an hospital bed recovering from having a baby come through my vagina and that slap was with my left hand too. What's up?" She adds proudly with a grin while Santana looks at her as if she's devil incarnate.
"That still doesn't explain why you have to fucking slap me! I swear to god, if you don't give me a good reason, I will have you back in no time in that hospital bed as soon as you're discharged from here."
"Oh, will you calm your big boobs?" Quinn rolls her eyes and digs in on her second jelly pudding. "I just did that to hopefully knock some sense into you."
"What sense? You're the one not making any sense here!"
Quinn breathes deeply then swallows the food in her mouth. "Are you really that dense to want me to spell it out for you?"
"Let's get minimal with the insults and just get to the bottom of this conversation, Q."
"Okay." Quinn states and puts down the pudding on her lap. "Get your ass over there at the hotel and tell Brittany you're in love with her. That the night you spent together was basically the best night of your life. And that you'd do anything just for another chance and everything you can to be with her."
Oh.
Santana gulps loudly as she massages the right side of her face. Give it to Quinn to give her some much needed tough love and push. It's one thing to think of all that but another to hear it from somebody else's mouth. And the fuckery of it is just a league of their own.
"You know what you are, San?" Quinn leans and utters while putting a spoonful of jelly pudding in her mouth. "You're a fucking coward, that's what you are. You're also a martyr, blaming yourself and thinking that everything that's happened is because of you. That everything will fall apart after this when you accept the fact that someone loves you and wants to be with you."
"I-I.. Q-Quinn…" Santana tries to speak but is only cut off again by her friend with the use of a spoon in front of her face.
"Get over yourself! This ain't a movie! Stop stalling and thinking that something bad will happen because the way I see it, you're the only one preventing yourself from a happy ending. Stop moping around, stop worrying about anything else. Brittany is all in for you and I know you are too. I know you're probably the biggest slut around but get over those issues because there's really nothing to worry about at all. She won't leave you. She won't hurt you like you think she will. She won't do all those things you're afraid to happen. Brittany's your best friend. Why not take it one step further and make her something that you've been dying to call her with?"
Brittany takes another deep breath again. Probably the fifth time since she found a vacant seat just behind the stage curtain, hidden from everyone else. It's a nice fit actually because all she wants right now is to be left alone, just a little more before her live broadcast starts.
It's not like she's doing anything important or contemplating life and death. She's just thinking about Santana and all the lies and moments that led to this moment. But then again, that's probably contemplating life and death anyway. For once or twice since this morning, she's thought about whether or not she should really go through with her plan on telling everyone the truth. But ultimately, she knows in her heart that she needs to do it. She has to. She wants to. Because maybe, it would set her free somehow away from the guilt and the burden of having to lie directly to everyone's face while she basks in the glow of glory. All for the name of ambition.
She takes out her phone and unlocks it to see her favorite picture of her and Santana which she placed as her wallpaper. It's a photo of them looking at each other sweetly like a couple with wide grins and all with their heads perched by their elbows while they're having dinner with Quinn and Puck one night. It's actually Santana who saved it as her wallpaper on her phone but she never really had the time to change it. Or more like, she never wanted to. It brings a little smile to the blonde's face. A bittersweet smile. Who knew that she'd get to taste those lips? Stroke that flawless face. Look into those beautiful brown eyes as close as she can and just get herself immersed in them. Oh well, it's all in the past now.
"Brittany, are you okay in there?" Will whispers from behind the curtain. Brittany jumps a little as she hides her phone.
"Yeah. I'm okay. Just reviewing notes." She murmurs back, standing up and fixing her yellow free flowing dress.
"Alright. We'll be starting the show in five. Are you ready?"
Brittany sighs. "Yes, Will. I'm ready." She utters as she takes one last deep breath before getting out of her hiding place.
Santana puts her hands up while trying to digest everything she's heard from Quinn. It is the freaking truth, no doubt. Everything Quinn said is literally everything that she'd been telling herself for the past few days but can't bring herself to do. It's funny that she'd need someone else to give it straight to her just to make her realize everything wrong she's been doing so far. And to hear them is just plain painful. Even painful than the slap this bitch just gave to her.
"W-Wait. I can't do-" Santana swallows the big lump in her throat then looks back at Quinn. "Y-You really think so?"
"I do. I think you needed a little banging in the head and then some to get it all over, you know. Don't get me wrong, San. I know that you know all of that, I just wanted you to hear them so you know what big of a mistake you were making. And basically, how stupid and stubborn you're being. It's freaking Brittany, for crying out loud!" The blonde exclaims then takes another spoon of grape jelly pudding to her mouth.
Santana looks down at the floor for a moment to think about the decisions she's made in the past week. The big mistakes she's made and just plain stubbornness and stupidity on her part.
Oh, shit.
"Y-You think I should go there to see her?" Santana utters with an unsure face.
Quinn thinks about it for a second and nods with her bottom lip sticking out and raised eyebrows.
"And just, tell her I love her?"
Quinn nods again as she stuffs her mouth with another spoonful of jelly pudding.
"But isn't that a little corny and cliché if I just proclaim my love for her in front of those many people? I mean, why?"
"I think it should be embedded in your brain that starting from now on, you are hereby proclaimed as a cheesy person. Love is cheesy, dear. Corny and just full of goddamn clichés, that's what love is."
"And now, for the much awaited live broadcast, coming from the Grand Hotel in New York City and one of the highest rated talk shows in the country, here is Romantically Speaking with Brittany Pierce!"
The announcement catches Quinn and Santana's attention, making them stare at each other.
"Isn't that your cue?" Quinn quips with a smirk.
"I can't go just yet, Puck's not here. No one wil-"
"Oh, shush!" Quinn waves a hand in disregard and motions for Santana to hand her the grocery bag she brought in for her earlier. "Puck will be here in a while and besides, my nurse is McSteamy kind of hot so I'll be fine if I need some help." She adds with a wink and Santana could only look back at her.
"But-"
"Do you need another slap, Satan?"
Santana's eyes widen as she holds up both hands then grabs her stuff from the couch by the corner. "I'm just fucking with you. I'll go run now. Thanks, Q." She adds before giving Quinn a quick kiss on the top of her head then walks towards the door to exit the room in a haste.
"I want some more of this jelly pudding when you get back!" She hears Quinn's voice before completely shutting the door behind her.
Brittany musters up the biggest smile she can as soon as the curtains part in front of her and the crowd erupts into a thunderous applause. She slowly walks towards the table and chair designated for her on stage, stopping just beside it as she takes it all in before motioning for the cheering and grinning audience who are all on their feet to settle down as she takes her own place as well.
After Brittany has put her headphones in check and the mic closer to her, she grins widely and addresses the audience. "Hello guys, how is everyone doing so far? I hope everyone's doing great." She exclaims and everyone cheers once again.
Okay, you can do this, Brittany thinks to herself.
Brittany takes a deep breath while trying hard to hold her grin up for everyone to see.
It's now or never, she tells herself.
When the audience finally calms down, she gives out a tight-lipped smile. Brittany sighs deeply, taking a quick glance at Will by the corner who's giving her a worried look, suddenly having the feeling of what's to come next.
"Thank you for coming to my live broadcast. And before we start the show, I have an announcement to make. A confession..."
Santana honks the horn of her sedan for the fifth time in the last two minutes. Add the fact that she's barely travelled three feet from where she fucking parked by the sidewalk and it's safe to say she's past the point of niceties on the road.
"Come on, you fucking assholes! It's just a fucking one-way street! What is wrong with all of you?!" She shouts angrily at the taxi and sedan in front of her but to no avail.
Why is the heavens conspiring against her like this?! It's just six fucking blocks to the Grand Hotel and it's as if they don't want her to get there. Maybe Brittany was right about the car. It really is fucking stupid to get a car in New York with the traffic and all. And now here she is, stuck and shit, so close yet so far.
"Before we start the show, I have an announcement to make. A confe…"
The moment Santana hears Brittany's voice resonating around her car through the speakers, she makes an executive decision upon herself to back up her car from the few feet where it came from and park it again, disregarding the horns of the car behind her that she almost struck.
"Fuck this!" She huffs while getting out of the car as fast as she could then locks it, not forgetting the parking meter because that could be a bitch of a problem when she comes back for it.
Within seconds, she starts off running towards the Grand Hotel, visibly six blocks away, and hoping that her boots won't be ruined by the time she gets there.
Fuck everything. She needs to get there.
"What do you mean by that? And who is this we're talking about?" Carole asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Jamie." Dani utters, opening two separate documents. One, with Santana's picture and the works in them. And the other, with the real Jamie's photo and whatnot in it.
Carole and Burt look back at her skeptically for a second before deciding to take a better look at the documents in front of them, leaning forward in the process. It takes them a moment to digest everything but upon closer inspection of all the documents laid down in front of them, one thing is ultimately clear for the couple. That the Jamie they have met and grown fond with is not the real Jamie whose face is plastered on the other document.
"The real Jamie," Dani smirks while the couple are still busy on checking out the papers. "…has been in South Africa since a month or two ago. Not only that, but she also broke up with Brittany before she went away. So, the 'Jamie' you know and love is none other than Santana Lopez, Brittany's best friend who pretended to be her just to get the syndication. Just to fool the both of you and the board. In other words, Brittany is nothing more than a liar and a fraud."
"…Before we start the show, I have an announcement to make. A confession. Something that I feel that everyone should know…" Brittany's voice sounds through the speakers, catching their attention.
"Ah, speak of the devil." Dani declares with her trademark devilish grin.
The couple gives her a look of indifference before Burt grabs the remote in front of him and turns up the volume as he shares a quick, worried look with his wife.
She hasn't even gone through the second block or even crossed the street to the other side but she's already done. During the past minute, she had already elbowed a man on the street, knocked a few college kids who were blocking her way, tripped and fell after hurdling over a dog, and probably ruined her boots when she heard a snap a while ago. Then again, it could have been her ankle but she's a warrior so fuck that even if she's already finding it hard to breathe because come on, nobody got time for cardio and shit. The only cardio she knows is sex. But now's not the time to think about that.
"Get out of the fucking way!" Santana exclaims as she passes by a few college students again who parts like the red sea just for her. She probably looks like a madwoman running around New York and shit.
Well, that's 2 blocks down and 4 more to go. And fuck, she's already tired as hell. Luckily, she looks to her left and sees an empty taxi a feet away from her. Knowing that she can't really go the extra 4 blocks with her probably broken shoe or ankle - she's not entirely sure which - and her body that's failing her right now, she hurriedly reaches for the car handle only to be stopped at the same time by a blonde woman who must be in her early 30s, looking back at her with an evil eye.
"It's mine." The woman huffs and motions for Santana to let go.
Santana only raises an eyebrow hopefully to scare off the bitch but still, the woman doesn't bulge. So, in a fit of desperation, she does something she's sure she'll get a decent speech from Quinn or Brittany.
"Oh, look. It's Tom Cruise!" Santana points to something nonexistent in the distance which effectively makes the other woman look. With such a distraction, the brunette takes it upon herself to enter the taxi in a hurry then locking it immediately as she spews out the address, much to the chagrin of the other woman who's looking at her with wide eyes while the taxi takes off.
"I'm a fraud. The whole time I had been lying to all of you about Jamie and I. The Jamie you all know and love is no more than a lie. We broke up a few months ago and the Jamie you have seen around with me is no more than my best friend, whom I have hurt so much..."Brittany's sad voice echoes in the taxi while the cab driver gasps loudly upon hearing the revelation, complete with holding a hand to his mouth like he had just heard some divine words.
"Oh my god, it can't be!" The man, thin, hairy, who's almost bald, and with a heavy Indian accent of some kind, utters to absolutely no one.
Santana who can't help but grit her teeth at the announcement dugs through her bag and fetches her phone. "Shit!"
"Can you believe it, miss? It was all a lie!"
"Oh, believe me, I know!" Santana scoffs while trying to dial Brittany's phone but only gets the girl's voice mail.
"It started right at this hotel during a live broadcast too, actually. She was just bringing me food to comfort me after my break up with the real Jamie when the curtain opened and everyone had mistaken she was 'Jamie'. We were supposed to go confess at the end of the day but for a few reasons we decided not to. Not yet. And to be honest, it's all because of ambition..."
The taxi driver gasps again as he overtakes a car but is only met with traffic, just 2 blocks away from their destination now. "Oh, shit! That's fucking unbelievable!"
Santana gives him a dirty look through the rear view mirror while still trying to reach Brittany or even Will. "What?!"
"You just heard her! It was her best friend!"
"I don't have any excuses whatsoever. I completely take the blame and it was all my fault. I apologize to everyone who felt deceived and hurt by such a lie. To my friends, I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. To the board and the Hummels, I'm sorry for deceiving you into such an act of selfishness. I completely understand if you want to withdraw the syndication contract and I take complete responsibilities for my actions and its consequences. To my best friend, I'm sorry for everything..."
"Well, aren't you quite the fan?" She adds sarcastically still trying desperately on her phone.
"Oh, I listen to Miss Brittany everyday. I'm a very big fan!"
"I can see that. Well, what are you gonna do now that she's told everyone the truth?"
"Nothing." Taxi man utters with a smile. "Miss Brittany is a good person. I met her personally during an autograph signing. It's obvious that she's in love with her best friend and she's doing this announcement as an apology to that lucky woman and to everyone else she's hurt. She's sorry and is aware of the hurt she caused. So, if anything, I should admire her for having the guts to tell everyone the truth." The man adds.
Santana is taken aback by such a reaction. All she's been thinking about is how much of a negative impact it would have in Brittany's career but never in her wildest dreams would she have thought about the bright side of things.
"Like what my father said, your happiness is up to you. It's funny because I call myself a relationship expert but I didn't know until recently that true love and happiness was just right in front of me all along, after all this time." Brittany sighs. "I gave up on that person even though I shouldn't have because I know she feels the same way. I got tired of trying and out of all the people who should know a thing or two about love, I messed up. I shouldn't have given up. I should have tried harder and stuck by her instead of turning my back on her when she needed me the most. It's probably the biggest mistake I've made in my life and I could never take it back." Brittany pauses and a few seconds of heartbreaking silence pass before she speaks again. "Romantically Speaking will be right back after the break." Brittany utters with a sad tone as a second or two of silence ensues before a commercial takes place.
The words hit home for Santana and the taxi driver is full on crying right now as he crosses the last block prior to the Grand Hotel.
"See? I told you she's in love with her! Oh god, what courage of this woman!" He exclaims as he pulls over the Grand Hotel. "I should ask her to marry me and-"
Santana cuts him off and hands the man the fare for the ride. "Thanks. And don't you dare ask her to marry you!" The brunette scoffs as she runs off towards the hotel, this time effectively coming through the number she'd been hoping for.
Silence.
Everything around her and everyone who's at this very room has their eyes on her. Brittany couldn't decode nor discern what exactly do those looks mean but she's pretty sure it's more than just shock that's behind them.
When she's finally had enough of it, she stands up and excuses herself to hide behind the curtains again. Not meaning to walk away, just take a little breather from the stress and mixed feelings she just had of confessing the truth to everyone over live radio.
When she's finally hidden from everyone, she paces back and forth. Just to take her mind of off things while trying to hold back from crying. She just let out everything and probably sabotaged her own future by confessing but she can't deny that she feels so much better now. The burden of carrying around such a lie is no more. The lie that is now in the open no longer exists. She hears a few murmurs from the other side. She guesses that the audience is probably planning to walk out now after everything they heard and by the time the five minute break is up, she'll walk out to an empty room.
No matter how chaotic everything is right now, she knows deep in her heart and mind that this is the right thing to do and she's glad to have done it. Her dad's probably proud of her right now in some way. Not because of the lying, but because of owning up to every mistake she made all for the name of ambition. Yeah, she'll lose her career over this but ultimately, she's free now.
She just wishes that Santana was here. All that's missing is Santana.
"…right back after the break."
"Well, she had the good sense to own up to it, didn't she? Out of guilt or perhaps to save face?" Dani remarks with a grin.
Burt sighs and gives Carole a look before she turns to Dani once again. "Does Brittany know you're here?"
"No, of course not!" Dani utters while waving a hand in disregard. "She had no idea whatsoever about my plans going here."
"I see." Burt replies as he nods and grits his teeth as he stands up to walk towards the window of their penthouse. "Well, the way I see it, there's only really one course of action." He adds then sneaks a look at his wife, seemingly having a wordless and psychic conversation with one another.
"I agree, Burt. It was really a low move from Brittany." Dani nods knowingly, feigning sympathy. "Deceiving you and Caro-"
"The contract still stands." Burt voices out with confidence and conviction, surprising Dani in the process.
"What?!" Dani exclaims in anger and shock. "But, that woman, she-"
"I whole-heartedly agree with my husband." Carole chimes in with a smirk.
"Hummel Communications Group is proud to be associated with Brittany Pierce and nothing short of ecstatic for her to represent us and the company in every endeavor she will have with us. She's one of a kind and we're honored to support her career in any way." Burt quips, mirroring his wife's smirk.
"But she lied! How can you-"
"That woman showed more integrity by telling everyone the truth and owning up to her faults than you stomping here in our home unannounced and behind her back." Carole snaps back as she stands up.
Burt smiles at his wife then gives Dani a hateful look. "Enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Harper. Good luck." He adds before walking away.
"That's too bad though. We were actually considering you for another syndication contract in the future but now I guess your luck's ran out and it's a shame we'll have to start looking all over again." Carole says with a look of regret for show. "Do show yourself out, Dani." She adds with a faux grin before following her husband and leaving Dani alone in their living room, sitting by the couch with her mouth wide open and mind full of genuine regret.
Blaine hurriedly stomps over to Will by the corner after hanging up on his phone. "What the hell was she doing back there?!" He whispers with a commanding tone.
Will shrugs and smiles at him. "Telling the truth, I presume."
Blaine breaks out into a smirk. "Well, tell her to keep up whatever she's doing because it's crazy back at the station right now!"
Will looks at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"
"For the past three minutes, every phone line back at the station has been going off the hook! We've gotten a boatload of positive responses from people offering sympathies, more than a dozen bouquets of flowers delivered to Brittany's office and still counting, overwhelming support coming from all over the city, and over two dozen marriage proposals! It's freaking amazing!"
Will goes wide-eyed on him albeit a bit distracted by a call coming from the other line for him. "Well, we don't have time for that now because Brittany's about to go on again." He adds and just in time, Brittany emerges from behind the curtains again and into the stage.
Brittany feared for the worst. She feared that she won't have a single audience when she comes out. She feared that maybe people would heckle her for deceiving them into believing such a big lie. She feared that she'll have to endure the next half hour with awkward stares and huffing from them.
Well, that's what she thought.
Upon coming out to the stage, she's greeted by silence and stares from the audience once again. But this time, one by one the audience members stand up and clap their hands. One by one they stand up and cheer for her, much to her surprise. From the various 'we still love you', 'that was so brave', 'we're proud of you', and a bunch more. It surprises her to see that everyone in the room is giving her a standing ovation and commending her for telling them the truth. And now more than ever, she feels that she's done the right thing.
All that's missing is Santana. If only Santana was here.
After a while of basking in the glow of their overwhelming support and trying not to cry from joy and sadness at the same time, she motions for them to settle down while mustering up a small smile. She eventually takes her place by the table and puts on her headphones, intent on having all her attention directed at the notepad with various notes in front of her.
"Alright. We've got an important caller from the other line, Brittany." Will utters from their connected line through the headphones and Brittany nods at him from across the room. "Three, two, one… and we're live!" Will exclaims and Brittany sighs as she decides to just concentrate on the voice while staring at the notepad in front of her while playing with the pen in her hand.
"Hello again, this is Brittany Pierce and you're still listening to Romantically Speaking, live from the Grand Hotel in New York City." She utters, pretending nothing major just happened. "Now, we have a caller from the other line who-" She cuts herself off, blanking out with not having enough details then ultimately just lets it go. "Well, they haven't said where they're from and who they are. So, hello?"
"Hey, Brittany."
"Hi there. So, how can I help you?" Brittany utters nonchalantly.
"Well, you see. There's this girl that I've known almost my whole life and recently, we kind of fell out." The raspy voice trails off.
"Okay. What happened?"
"Ow, what the fuck?!" Santana exclaims when she trips over something she's not entirely sure of, almost making her fall face first. At least she had the brains to cover the receiver on her phone.
"Miss, are you okay?" A bellboy comes over to her but she puts a hand up to stop him from helping her as she recovers.
"Where the hell is the Dalton radio broadcast?"
The bellboy looks at him curiously then points westward. "Uh… Third floor, left most conference ro-"
"Thanks!" She exclaims before running towards the elevator but realizes just in time that she can't take it since she'll lose the signal. She takes a deep breath and gathers all the power in the world as she prepares to climb the fucking stairs beside the elevator. She puts the phone again to her ear, trying to sound calm as fuck while risking her life just to get to her destination.
The fucking things people do for love.
A slight static and few bumping sounds are heard from the other line, making Brittany and Will give each other a look for a few seconds before the voice is heard again. "Well, we were both at fault. I guess we knew each other too much that we doubted the other without looking outside the box. We were looking too much into it instead of just letting our feelings take over us."
Brittany's eyebrows furrow. "Alright then. So, what brought about this change of heart?"
"I guess I realized that I can't lose her. It took me a while to come to terms with it, actually. A bit of nudging from my friends. Even slapping." The caller pauses, or more like take a breath. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm hopelessly in love with her and I was so stupid to break her heart like that when she was already all out for me. But now, I'm ready. The thing I told her before about being hers still rings true. I really am all hers. I just hope she feels the same way."
Brittany blinks a few times and breaks out into a grin, finally catching on. If Will's grin is any indication then she knows very well who's on the other line. "I think you know full well that she feels the same way. But don't you think you're asking too much of her after everything that's happened? That maybe she's afraid because you hurt her in the past?"
"I know it's a lot to ask for. I'm probably reaching for the heavens here. But I'm more than willing to make up for everything. I'll do everything I can to give her the world, just for her to believe in me that I'm dead serious about this. She can name it and pretty fu-" The caller cuts herself off then clears her throat while Brittany and the rest of the audience chuckles at the almost slip. "…pretty sure that I'll have it at her doorstep the next minute."
Brittany sighs and glances at everyone in the room to see them looking back at her with a grin, probably knowing who it was before she did. Regardless of all that's happened between them, she knows deep in her heart what the answer is without even thinking about it. She can fight all she wants but she can never deny anything because that's just how things are. That's how it's always been between them.
"Are you sure you want that?" Brittany replies unsurely.
"I do. So much." The caller pauses and this time the voice is somewhat clearer, nearer, and almost sounds like it's not coming from a phone. "You see, it's something that I've been holding back on all this time. Something I should have told her a while back instead of dancing around it. Do you think she'd want to hear it? Do you think she'll give me another chance?"
Brittany looks up just in time to see Santana behind the microphone placed in the middle of the room, trying to catch her breath but still looking stunning while staring back at her with determination she's never seen before.
"San…" The blonde utters, a bit breathless.
"So?" Santana only replies with a hopeful look at her.
The tension in the room is palpable. The audience hanging by a moment with the scene that's about to unfold while looking back and forth at both women.
Then, after much staring and waiting for what must have been forever for Santana, Brittany smiles at her.
"Of course. That's all I ever wanted. You're all I ever wanted, San." Brittany utters back and hears a few silent squeals from somewhere in the audience.
Santana grins and instead of saying anything else, runs over to the stage where Brittany stands up to greet her presence.
"I'm not sure if I should be offended that you weren't able to realize much earlier that it was me on the phone, Britt."
"Sorry about that. I was kind of caught up with something." Brittany teases as she removes her headphones. "You really like making an entrance, do you?" Santana shrugs, sporting a slight smirk while putting her hands around the blonde's waist.
"I want you to listen, okay?" Santana trails off with a worried look. "I love you, Brittany. So much. I really, really do. Can we start over again? Please." She adds with a frown etched on her forehead.
Brittany grins and puts a stray hair behind the brunette's ear. "I'd love to." She replies and Santana sighs with a wide grin. "And I love you too, San."
With everyone squealing and just visibly in love with the couple on stage, Will grins as he takes it upon himself to push a button in front of him while grabbing the nearby microphone. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this has been Romantically Speaking with Brittany Pierce. Thank you for listening and we'll catch you again next week! And as Brittany Pierce said, your happiness is up to you!" He exclaims as the audience shouts with him the last bit of Brittany's catchphrase before removing them on air.
"No more publicity." Brittany whispers with both of their foreheads mashed together.
"No more publicity." Santana echoes and pulls Brittany closer to her. "I got you, babe." She adds before closing the gap between them with a kiss while the audience and generally everyone in the room takes to their feet falls into a thunderous applause.
"…your happiness is up to you!" Will's voice echoes in Quinn's hospital room.
It takes them a few seconds but they finally look at each other.
"So…" Quinn trails off with a smirk on her face while Puck, who's sitting beside her on the bed, could only shake his head as he fetches the wallet from his pocket.
"Yeah, yeah! A bet is a bet."
"I told you they'll end up together! I know them well! The touching, the sex eyes, the sex…" Quinn dramatically mutters.
"Well, at least I didn't bet higher than twenty bucks or otherwise we'd have to beg for money outside for our baby's milk and diapers." Puck jokes as he hands the money to Quinn who rolls her eyes and has her palm held out.
"Nice try, jacko. Another bet, another day."
Puck smirks. "So, how about we bet about the wedding day and babies…"
"I only accept bets of the same nature with stakes 50 bucks and above." Quinn comments sharply then erupts into laughter with her husband. "But yeah, let's make a bet about that…"
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