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Fic: The World is a Stage - Part 26/?

Title:  The World is a Stage 26/?
Author: agentb81
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittany/Santana, Brittany/OC
Rating: 15 - R
Word Count: 2150
Disclaimer: Glee is copyrighted and belongs to the creators and Fox. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Use of other personalities is not a reflection of their real lives and is completely fictional.
Summary:  Sort of AU/Future fic, the lives of Santana and Brittany in their early twenties.
Spoilers: References to Seasons 1 and 2.
A/N: I'm not writing fast enough, I'm sorry, I am making a concerted effort to be a bit more regular with my updates. But please accept this huge THANK YOU for sticking with me and reading and all your wonderful comments :)
 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22 / Part 23 / Part 24 / Part 25

 

 

 

The blonde moved gracefully across the dance floor, intricate steps and turns, in keeping to the beat of the music blasting over the speakers. She smiled as she felt the eyes boring into her,  not once faltering, this particular dance was second nature to her. Brittany was in the studio, warming up for the filming ahead.  It was rare she would have the studio to herself, she had arrived at the studio with Santana, ahead of the other dancers and decided to take some time to herself, feeling the beat, letting it take over her, escaping from the chaos that had been her morning.

 

It was Brittany’s first real taste of Santana’s fame and what it was like to date a renowned actress. It had been somewhat overwhelming for her.  The story in the paper had caused her cell phone to ring and bleep continuously. Frustrated with the events and the inability to shy away from attention, Brittany hid herself away in the dance studio. She was building up her fitness again having been absent through illness. She had received the all clear from the doctor and this was a perfect opportunity to put herself to the test. 

 

She knew when she was around. She could feel her presence before she could see her. Brittany glanced in the studio mirror and caught a glimpse of Santana gazing at her from above in the gallery. The blonde continued to spin and turn and leap and jump, never once wavering from her routine. This was her sanctum, the one thing she could do and feel completely free. But then there was Santana, she too made Brittany feel like she could achieve absolutely anything which to her made her feel like she was constantly dancing on air. The music faded out, the blonde slowly ground to a halt, she paused for a moment and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had changed a lot since she began working on the movie, she thought she appeared more relaxed, a little thinner perhaps, but she put that down to the injury and the operation. Brittany noticed a difference in her eyes, they sparkled now, she felt like she had hope and a bright future, she smiled at her posture also, gone were the tired, hunched shoulders, she now stood tall and proud. The dancer closed her eyes, catching her breath back, she also released a heavy sigh of content. She felt the air change around her, her senses spiked, her body turned rigid before relaxing into the embrace offered by the hands and arms that engulfed her. She leant her head back onto her companion’s shoulder and smiled as Santana kissed her exposed neck tenderly. Brittany covered Santana’s hands with her own that were resting on her stomach and turned her head to meet the brunette’s lips in a sweet kiss.

“Hey.” Brittany mumbled, a lazy smile plastered across her face.

“Hey yourself beautiful dancer.” Santana cooed in the blonde’s ear, her nose nuzzling the side of the blonde’s face.

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” Brittany asked quietly. Santana hummed in confirmation.

“Oh yes.” The brunette smiled and squeezed the taller woman, pulling her impossibly closer. “Are you ok?” she asked, her eyes focusing on their reflection in the giant floor to ceiling, wall to wall mirror. She watched as the blonde’s eyes faltered for a slight second in thought. “Is this too much for you?” Santana asked. Brittany clasped the hands in her own tighter for reassurance.

“It was a little scary, a lot to take in. But I’ll go wherever you go and I’ll deal with everything you deal with. I just don’t ever want to be apart again and I’ll take whatever comes with it.” The dancer asked with a naked honesty.

“I have an idea.”

“Didn’t you say that already?” Brittany asked, recalling the brunette’s earlier triumphant statement.

“This one’s different.”

“Two ideas?”

“Ok, I have two ideas.” Santana stated with a slight eye roll. “I want people to know about us. I don’t want to hide any more. I want to be able to walk down the street and hold your hand, I want to be able to hug you in the coffee store, I want us to be us.” Her eyes were trained on the blonde in the mirror, the dancer’s gaze turning thoughtful as Santana’s words penetrated her ears. As if reading the blonde’s mind she continued, “The movie wraps next week, would you like to officially be my date to the wrap party?” Brittany turned in the brunette’s arms and stared intently into the soft brown eyes before her.

“Yes.” Came the simple reply. “Yes, let’s go official. You make me so happy San.”

“I love you.” Santana smiled.

“I love you too.” Brittany beamed, she kissed the actress lightly on the lips before burrowing her head into the crook of Santana’s neck. The brunette pulled Brittany closer, squeezing her tight. “What was your other idea?”

 

++

 

An hour earlier

 

“Berry, get your ass out here!” Santana yelled through the trailer door having pounded heavily for several moments and receiving no response. “Berry come on!” She silenced herself upon hearing movement from within. She waited patiently until finally the door swung open, almost catching her in the face. “Seriously, why is my face a target?”

“Because it’s always up in everyone else’s faces.” Rachel retorted. Taken aback, Santana frowned, letting the comment slide, for now, she had a favour to ask and this would be hard enough. “What do you want Santana?”

“You remember that whole kidnapping thing?” the Latina began.

“Yes, unfortunately it’s not something I can erase from my mind so easily.”

“Oh good, I’m glad you’re feeling some guilt over that.”

“Not my finest hour I have to admit.” Rachel stated, “What do you want?”

“You remember how you wrecked Brittany’s marriage?”

“Wrecked is such a harsh wo . . .” she looked at the scowl on the other woman’s face. “Yes.” She sighed in defeat.

“Have you seen the magazines this morning?” Santana asked.

“Really Santana if you wanted to interview me you should have scheduled an appointment through my agent.”

“Berry.” Santana stated, her patience wearing thin. “Did you see the story?” She seethed through gritted teeth.

“Yes, I saw the story.”

“Then you know it’s not true and it’s not my fault and I’ve been painted the villain here. This could seriously damage my reputation.”

“I’m not taking the fall for this Santana.”

“I’m not asking you to Berry although it is entirely the fault of you and your philandering ways. And the douchebag, it’s his fault to.” Santana explained.

“Where is this going?” Rachel asked curiously, her arms folded across her chest, head cocked to the side with a questioning frown.

“You owe me remember?”

“Yes Santana.” Sighed Rachel.

“We need damage control, the only way we can do this is if Bryan comes forward and denies the story, it has to come from him and he has to say I had nothing to do with it and it was in fact he himself was responsible for the breakdown of the marriage.”

“And what have I got to do with this?”

“You, my vertically challenged acquaintance, are going to convince him.” Santana stated with satisfaction. Rachel’s frown deepened, ignoring the insult and concentrating on the latter words of the Latina.

“How exactly?”

“Talk to him, romance him, screw him, I don’t know Berry, you work it out.”

“Why can’t you or Brittany do it?” Rachel asked desperately.

“Me? Come on, stupidest question ever.” Santana snarled, “And Brittany can’t because she’s in the middle of divorce proceedings, it just can’t happen.”

“Oh.”

“You do know that Bryan’s adultery is being cited as the reason for divorce right?”

“No, I wasn’t aware of that.” Rachel answered, somewhat saddened that she was officially part of the reason for Brittany’s divorce.

“Don’t worry about it.” Santana asked, “You did Brit a favour.”

“And you.” Rachel said. Santana scoffed and raised her eyebrow with disapproval. “But that’s not what we’re discussing here.” Rachel concluded.

“Exactly.” Santana agreed with a nod and a smile.

“When . . .”

“Now. Get on the phone now, this needs to go out today, tomorrow at the latest.”

“But . . .”

“Think about the film Berry.” Santana blurted. “If I go down, the movie goes down with me and you know it.”

“Ok, ok, I’ll do it.” Rachel conceded. “For the film.” She added quietly before scampering back into her trailer following the Latina’s death glare.

 

++

 

Brittany was laying on Santana’s bed in the Latina’s trailer while the actress was pottering around, clearing up her belongings before heading home for the day. It had been another long day on set, exhausting from emotional and physical demanding scenes. She had also been worrying about her blonde girlfriend who had her first full day of shooting since coming back to work. The blonde was dozing lightly on the actress’ bed. The ringing of a cell phone awoke the dancer with a start.

“I wasn’t sleeping.” She said suddenly as she sat bolt upright. Santana glanced at the dancer on the bed and laughed sweetly at the sight that befell her. The dishevelled blonde swiped at the drool in the corner of her mouth, her eyes half lidded and slightly delirious.

“Hello?” Santana spoke into the handset. “Hey Quinn.”

“There’s a feature on you on E!” the blonde explained on the other end. Santana sighed. “They mentioned the story from the magazines.” The blonde paused, Santana could sense there was more to it.

“Jeez Quinn, just spill already.” The Latina demanded.

“They claimed to have an exclusive and then quoted from a statement made by Bryan. He called E! and told them he and Brittany had previously had troubles in their marriage, that he had been the one to have an affair and as Brittany’s best friend you had been supportive to her during this difficult time.”

“Seriously?” exclaimed a stunned Santana.

“Yeah, I like rewound it ten times to make sure.” Quinn laughed.

“Wow, Berry and Bryan have really stepped up to the plate.” Santana smirked.

“What do you mean?” Quinn asked suspiciously.

“I called in a favour. Job done, now let’s move on to the next drama.” Santana joked.

“That’s not funny Santana, we’ve had to deal with a lot of shit lately.”

“I know.” Santana sighed. “There’s something I need to talk to you about tomorrow.”

“That sounds ominous.” Quinn said.

“It’s not, trust me.”

“Never trust anyone who says trust me. Puck taught me that.” The blonde laughed.

“You still listen to him?” Santana asked with amusement. She couldn’t see it, but she knew the other woman was rolling her eyes on the other end of the line.

“Occasionally.” She answered with a smile. Santana laughed, she knew first hand seventy per cent of what Puck said usually made no sense or had no bearing on what was happening.

“I think things are finally looking up again.” The brunette smiled, she glanced to the blonde sitting on the bed, her head dropping lower and lower with tiredness. “I gotta go Q, Brit’s falling asleep, I need to get her home.”

“You take care of your girl San, I know I was a little apprehensive at first, but it’s all turned out for the best and I’m so grateful to have Brittany back in your life.” The former cheerleader paused, “And mine, I missed her.”

“Thanks Quinn, that really means a lot.” Santana smiled, having her two favourite blonde’s close by was the ultimate dream come true. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You will. Bye Santana.” The blonde concluded.

“Bye Quinn.” The Latina returned before hanging up the call, her eyes never wavering from the sleeping beauty on the bed. She traipsed over quietly and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, she wrapped her arms lovingly around Brittany and pulled her into her chest, the blonde nuzzled into Santana’s neck.  Deciding the blonde was incapable of moving anywhere for the moment, the actress pulled her legs up onto the bed and lay the two of them down, her head cushioned by the pillow beneath.  She sighed heavily with a great satisfaction, feeling content with herself, with her girlfriend and the world they were going to create together.

 

Tags: brittana, brittany/santana, fanfiction, glee, the world is a stage
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