Mystery Girl

Chapter 6

Friday morning, Brittany is at school for her jazz class. It's her favorite class because there is a small number of students and she is fairly close to her professor. The blonde knows she won't hear or see much of Santana until Tuesday because the Latina is preparing for another important presentation she has on Monday. 

"Hey, Ms. Holiday?" Brittany says as she finished stretching and is putting on extra layers for when she goes outside.

"What's up chica?" The older blonde, who is a well-known dancer and a very admired teacher, responds.

"I was wondering if I could get four tickets to the first-semester recital instead of three?"

"Of course. Anything for my favorite student. Someone special you bringing along?" Ms. Holiday asks wiggling her eyebrows.

"She's defiantly special. Her name is Santana and she goes to NYU. She's originally from San Francisco and her favorite color is red. She has really beautiful hair and don't even get me started on her eyes."

"Yeah, I'd say you think she's special. I'll make sure you get an extra ticket."

"Thank you so much, Ms. Holiday. I'll see you next week."

"Have fun this weekend, but not too much fun," Ms. Holiday responded as Brittany waved and walked out of the dance room.

Friday was particularly cold compared to the other days in the week, so Brittany braced herself for the temperature once she stepped outside. She walked home quickly in order to have a few minutes to rest before getting ready for work. Fridays were busy which meant a lot of tips, but she needed to be well-rested in order to last all night.

By the time she got home, the blonde only had a little less than 30 minutes before having to get dressed. Quinn was on the couch napping so she was extra quiet getting to her room. As soon as Brittany's head hit her pillow, she was in dreamland.

She didn't wake up until she felt Quinn poke her and tell her to get up or else they would be late and Kurt would fire them.

At six, both girls were walking out of their apartment and heading for the subway. Surprisingly, they got to the club with five minutes to spare.

"Ladies, it's a miracle. You're early," Kurt said as the two blondes walked into the dressing room. They didn't say anything back, but started to peel off the many layers they had above their 'club attire,'

Right before heading on to the stage, Brittany checked her phone and saw a message from Santana.

Hey Britt. Sorry, we didn't get to talk much or at all really today. I hope school went well. I'm working tomorrow all morning but maybe we can grab a late lunch..?

Also, good luck at work. I wish I was the one you were dancing for ;)

Brittany didn't notice, but she had a giant smile plastered on her face. Even having known Santana for two weeks, the Latina has the power to bring her so much joy with even just a short text message.

"Quit gushing over your girlfriend and get your ass out on stage before Kurt or Tina catches you not working," Quinn lightly screamed.

Brittany waved her off and typed a quick message back to Santana.

School was great. I can't do lunch tomorrow because I'm helping Mike out :( And really soon you will be able to see my dance. Have a nice night, San.

With that, Brittany left her phone and went on stage. The club had just opened and it was already packed with people, mostly men, ready for a fun time. Friday's were full of men coming straight from the office.