"Do you have your ticket? Rachel's gonna kill you if you lost it." Quinn's voice rings out through the phone.
"Yes, I have the ticket, Q." Santana sighs, speaking to her cell on the other side of the room.
Tonight's Rachel's opening night on Broadway, and Quinn's been harassing her for the last half hour, making sure she has her shit together.
She's getting dressed in front of her full-length mirror while her phone sits on speakerphone on the dresser.
"What are you wearing? You're wearing the red dress we picked out, right? It's an opening night on broadway, so we have to dress really-"
"Quinn!" She shouts, fed up with the other girl's micro-managing. "Yes, I'm wearing the damn dress! Now, will you leave me alone to finish getting ready in peace?"
The line stays quiet afterward, but Santana can hear Quinn breathing on the other end.
"Fine." She finally answers. "But you have to be ready by 530, remember? Rachel's sending her driver to pick us up, so don't be late!"
Santana rolls her eyes and swallows down a groan. "Yes, Quinn," She says exasperatedly. "I'll be ready."
"Okay," Santana can practically hear Quinn nodding through the phone with a determined look on her face. "See you in an hour, then."
The line goes dead right after, and Santana lets out a breath of relief. Thank God. She doesn't even get why Quinn's making such a big deal about this or why she's practically babying her.
She's responsible enough to be ready on time. And so what if she lost her ticket one time - a month ago. She had plenty of time to find it again. She's a grown-ass adult, and it seems like Quinn forgets that sometimes.
She takes a deep breath, willing herself not to try and figure out the mystery of Quinn Fabray. She slides the dress up her legs and hooks the shoulder straps around her shoulders.
She turns in the mirror and flattens down the slight wrinkles, honestly liking what she sees. Damn, I look hot. She smiles to herself; sometimes, she forgets that she's actually not half-bad-looking.
She doesn't get reminded often, since she usually opts to wear jeans and a t-shirt or sweatpants and a tank top at home. She has a casual dress code at work, so she doesn't have many opportunities to dress up.
She lets her hair down out of the messy bun she gingerly placed it into, trying not to ruin the curls that took forever to get. Sometimes having thick hair can be a struggle, but she'd be lying if she said the finished product wasn't usually worth it.
She moves over to her makeup vanity and sits down on the small stool placed in the front. She doesn't like putting on a lot of makeup, but she figures tonight's a special occasion, so she'll make an exception.
The most she would ever put is a layer of eyeshadow, fake lashes, and lipstick. Anything more makes her feel like there's a thick layer of gunk on her face.
Forty-five minutes later, she's applying a light layer of lipstick when she hears a horn honking from outside. She walks to the window and peers down, seeing Quinn standing outside the town car, arms crossed and looking up at her.
She rolls her eyes and grabs her black heels, slipping them on before grabbing her phone and walking out the door.
"You're early," She says to Quinn as she walks down the stairs in front of her apartment complex.
"I figured you'd be running a few minutes late, so I got here early to rush you." The blonde smirks.
She's wearing a tight, sleeveless army green dress with gold accessories. Her heels, necklace, and earrings are all gold to accent the dark color of the dress.
"I told you I'd be ready on time," Santana rolls her eyes, getting into the car as Quinn holds the door open for her.
"Well, there's a first time for everything, I guess." She raises an eyebrow at her, reaching to buckle her seatbelt.
"Smart-ass," Santana mutters as the car begins to pull away from the curb.
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"Okay, we're in…" Quinn trails off as she looks down at her ticket. "Orchestra center, row E." Santana nods her head in understanding, taking in her panicked stance. "Now, it's gonna be a mad house in there, so let's stick together, alright? I don't want to get stranded."
She nods again, rocking on the balls of her feet as they wait in line to turn over their tickets. "Got it."
Quinn's nervously shifting her weight back and forth between her feet and anxiously peering around at everyone around them.
"Are you okay?" Santana asks, breaking the momentary silence between them.
Quinn looks at her with an exaggerated nod and dismissively waves her hand. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"You just seem a little…on edge." She answers, gesturing to Quinn's entire body, practically vibrating in place.
"No, no, I'm fine. Maybe a little nervous, but everything's fine." She turns her attention back to the random people surrounding us, surveying them.
"Um - the fact that you've said fine about three times within the span of thirty seconds tells me that you are, indeed, not fine." She studies the blonde. "Seriously, what's up with you?"
Quinn looks at her through the corner of her eye before diverting her attention again. It almost looked like she was about to talk, but then went back to her previous position.
Santana shrugged, deciding not to bother herself with worrying if Quinn wasn't going to tell her anything. She's fine, remember?
It takes a few moments, but Quinn eventually gives in. "This is just a big night for Rachel, okay? The start of all her dreams coming true is riding on tonight." She says, pointing down at the ground for emphasis.
"Okay, I get that…but don't you think you're putting too much pressure on this performance? Even if it bottoms out and turns out to be the worst revival ever created," Quinn shoots a glare at her. "Rachel's still gonna have plenty of opportunities - she's too talented not to."
Quinn nods her head, straightening her back with a determined look on her face. "Yeah, you're right…she's got this."
Santana looks at the girl in confusion, wondering why Quinn's so worked up about it. I mean, she's happy for Berry, but there's no way she'd get this bent out of shape about it.
"Besides, why do you care so much? You couldn't even stand the girl less than two years ago." Santana chuckles, remembering their less-than-friendly relationship with the brunette.
"Just - I just do." She stutters, looking down at the ground…almost like she's hiding something.
It's clear Santana's not going to get anything else out of her tonight, so she doesn't ask about the blonde's sudden interest in the hobbit.
If I didn't know any better, you'd think they were dating or something. She laughs to herself. Yeah, like there's any chance in hell of that happening.
Ah, she cracks herself up sometimes.
The line starts moving again, and both girls shuffle forward with the line of people. When they get to the front, Quinn grabs Santana's hand roughly as they hand over their tickets.
They make their way inside, immediately seeing the mass of people crammed within the lobby. Holy crap…Quinn was right.
The number of people who could squeeze themselves into the room surprised her. There were some who were in line to get concessions, some making small talk with people they knew, and some were lost tourists who were asking for directions around the theater.
Quinn walks briskly, practically dragging Santana behind her, and keeps going until they break through the double doors that lead into the auditorium.
Quinn lets out an audible sigh of relief at being out of the haze of people. "Row E." She nods and continues walking down the main aisle.
When they reach their designated seats, both girls sit down and slump in the chair, relieved and exhausted.
"Apparently, these are the best seats in the house," Quinn says after a moment, when the adrenaline has mostly left her system.
"Really? How'd Berry score these?" She teases.
"I guess being the star in the hottest up-and-coming show has its perks," Quinn says with a proud smile, staring at the stage.
The show doesn't start for another half an hour, but neither girl wants to leave their seat to get refreshments or anything. Staying where they're put is best, especially when people start flooding in to look for their seats.
The auditorium's mostly empty right now, with only a few people sitting in their seats and chatting. Quinn and Santana are sitting in the orchestra section on the floor, but there's a whole other level that's seated above and behind them.
Santana turns her head to look at the elevated seating area and sees that it's mostly vacant as well.
Santana pulls out her phone and starts playing Candy Crush to pass the time while Quinn lays her head back on her seat and closes her eyes.
Five minutes later, she finds herself almost out of lives in the game and can feel her patience wearing thin. She exits out of the game and shuts her phone off, figuring she shouldn't put herself in a bad mood before the show starts.
She's going to have an entire two and a half hours of hearing Rachel sing to do that.
She looks over at Quinn, who still has her eyes shut and a relaxed look on her face. She probably shouldn't bother her either - she just calmed down, so there's no point in winding her back up again.
She lets out a sigh, not knowing what she's going to do for the next twenty-something minutes, and watches the orchestra prepare for the performance.
"Santana?" She hears from beside her.
She stiffens in her seat at hearing the sound. That voice is familiar…that voice is the same one that's been endlessly on her mind since they last saw each other almost three weeks ago.
Santana turns to her right, hoping and not hoping at the same time that she's mistaken.
"Brittany?" She speaks, seeing the blonde walk over to her with a bright smile.
"It's so good to see you again!" Brittany says cheerily, shuffling down the aisle and closer to her.
When she gets close enough, she wraps her arms around Santana, throwing her a little off guard, but the brunette wraps her arms around her nonetheless.
It's then that she sees a dark-haired man standing behind her with an awkward smile on his face. She feels her heart sink at the sight of him, but she doesn't know why.
Actually…she does know why…
"You look amazing!" Brittany exclaims as they pull apart, but she's still holding Santana at arm's length, looking her up and down.
"You do, too." She responds. The blonde's wearing a light blue dress with a white cardigan draped over her shoulders. Her small purse and heels are a grayish color, accenting the white and blue of her outfit. "How have you been?" She asks, breaking her trance so she's not staring at her for a suspicious amount of time.
"Good, good! How are you?"
"Same here," She smiles.
Her eyes shift over to the man behind them, seeing he's looking at the stage now. Brittany must catch her line of sight because her eyes light up and she looks back at him.
"Oh!" She grabs his arm and pulls him closer to where they're standing. "Santana, this is Kurt. Kurt, this is Santana."
"Nice to meet you," He says, extending his hand out to her.
Not going to lie, she was a little caught off guard by how high-pitched his voice was. But after further examination, it sounded about right after getting a full view of him.
He was wearing a somewhat sparkly blue suit with perfectly polished black shoes. The suit had just enough sparkle to make him look sharp, but not enough to cause attention to himself.
Part of her thinks he's definitely not here with Brittany - refuting her initial thought when she laid eyes on him - but you can never be too sure.
"You too," She says politely, shaking his hand firmly.
Being introduced to Kurt reminded her of Quinn sitting right behind them. She turns around quickly and sees the blonde gazing up at her with an eyebrow raised.
Santana waves her hand, telling her to stand up, before introducing her to Kurt and Brittany.
"Brittany, Kurt, this is Quinn. Quinn, this is Brittany and Kurt." She gestures to the blonde as she stands, and Quinn gives a small wave in greeting.
"Nice to meet you both," She smiles.
"Same here," Kurt replies, and Brittany nods with a happy smile.
Nobody really knows what else to say after that, so they all just stand there and smile at each other for a moment.
Well…this is awkward.
"So, where are you guys sitting?" Quinn breaks the silence.
"We're in row J on the right side." Brittany points behind her in the general direction of their seats.
"Those are good seats as well," Quinn says. "I hear rows E through J are the best in this theater."
"Yeah, I did a little research before we bought the tickets and saw the same thing," Kurt explains. "I wanted to make sure we got the seats that had a good view and sound quality."
He nods his head quickly with a smile, seeming rather passionate about this show. Brittany's standing beside him with a polite smile on her face, but she doesn't look as invested in it as Kurt is.
"Well, Brittany, you found yourself a good one then. It's nice when your partner cares about having the best experience on dates like that." Quinn compliments, lightly tapping Brittany on the shoulder with a chuckle.
Brittany and Kurt's eyes go wide, and they both stand still, looking back and forth between Quinn and each other. Quinn furrows her brows in confusion, wondering what their change in stance is about.
"W-we're not dating," Brittany stutters. "He's just my roommate." Santana can see a slight blush coat her cheeks, and honestly, seeing her embarrassed is one of the most adorable things she's ever seen.
"Oh…I'm sorry," Quinn says, sounding equally as flustered now. "I just thought you two were here on a date." She taps her forehead with a smile like she's calling herself silly.
"Yeah, no, we're both gay." Kurt says with a laugh, pointing back and forth between himself and Brittany.
Santana feels her body go rigid at hearing his words, but she tries to remain casual and keep the attention off of herself. She snaps her eyes over to Quinn, trying to gauge her reaction to the news.
"Oh," Quinn says a little awkwardly, like she doesn't know quite what to say. "That's cool…I have a friend back home who's gay." She waves dismissively.
Uh…liar.
Santana furrows her brows slightly, looking at Quinn with a puzzling look. She doesn't know any gay people. Well, she does…she just doesn't know it.
"Yeah, we're everywhere," Kurt laughs, the conversation somewhat growing awkward now.
He rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet while Brittany looks down at the ground, not really knowing what to do. Quinn looks towards the stage, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone, and Santana is glancing back and forth between the upper level and Brittany.
"Well, you ladies enjoy the show," Kurt holds his hands in front of himself. "Maybe we'll see you after?"
"Yeah, yeah…of course." Quinn replies with a nod. "See you guys later." She gives them a small wave before sitting back down.
"It was lovely meeting both of you." Kurt smiles and slowly starts walking away.
Brittany looks up at Santana with what looks like a worried look in her eyes.
"Enjoy the show." She nods, giving Santana a small smile before turning to walk away.
She almost looks defeated - and Santana doesn't like that.
She clears her throat. "M-maybe we could meet up after? Get dinner or something?"
Brittany's eyes widen, and she snaps her head to look back at Santana in surprise. "You'd want to?" She asks, sounding hopeful.
"Yeah, of course." Santana can't help but chuckle. "Unless you guys have plans? Then maybe we could get together for lunch sometime this week? Or another coffee?" She says the last part with a smirk.
"I'd love that." Brittany smiles sweetly. "I don't know what Kurt has going on after the show, but I can give you my number in case we don't see each other right after?"
Santana nods and holds out her hand to Quinn, silently asking her to hand her the phone. Brittany pulls hers out of her purse and opens it.
"Here," She gives the phone to Santana, allowing her to type her number into the keypad.
Santana gingerly takes the phone and types her number in before hitting the call button, allowing a call from an unknown number to appear on her own phone screen.
"There. I'll save it." Santana says with an excited smile as she hands Brittany her phone back.
"Me too," Brittany replies, looking like she's about to burst with excitement.
They look into each other's eyes and lock their gazes on each other again. Santana swears that the blonde's eyes look even bluer with the dress she has on.
They hold eye contact for an undecipherable amount of time before it's broken by an unrecognized voice talking to them.
"Hey, lady, can you move? You're standing in front of my seat!" Says a plump, middle-aged man wearing a toupe that isn't fooling anybody.
"Oh, my bad! I mistook you for one of the prop houses they use in Act 2! I could've sworn I heard someone backstage panicking about losing one of the props!" She apologizes in mock sincerity.
Brittany snickers from beside her and lays a hand on her shoulder.
"I'll see you later." She whispers before side-stepping around the man and walking towards her seat.
He grumbles and plops down in the seat next to Santana's. Fucking great. He scowls up at her, which she has no problem in returning.
"Seriously, Donald Trump wants his hair back." She says as she sits down, folding her arms across her chest and crossing her legs.
He lets out a huff and shakes his head. Santana turns to look at him, but she can see Brittany out of the corner of her eye, sitting in her seat and smirking at Santana.
She gives the blonde a small smile before turning back around and facing Quinn.
"Can you not start shit before the show, please? We're gonna have to sit next to him for the next three hours." Quinn whispers sternly.
Santana shrugs her shoulders and looks ahead at the stage, watching as the lights dim and a red curtain falls, blanketing the stage.
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