Heartbrake (Demi Lovato/Santana Lopez)

Chapter 17

Demi worked with Mike Wednesday afternoon and Thursday morning to learn her parts of the songs and the choreography.  Thankfully, this was her profession so it came quite easily and by Thursday afternoon she had everything down.

Santana picked her up that evening to head back to the auditorium as all the acts were meeting to run through each performance and do any final tweaking of the numbers.  Demi was slightly nervous because this would be her first opportunity to work with the group she was performing with.  They had been practicing for months so they had an obvious advantage.

When Santana and Demi arrived at the auditorium, Santana took Demi around to meet everyone.  One familiar blonde came walking up with a brunette beauty on her arm and gave her a big hug.

“Thank you so much for doing this, Demi!  You’re the only one who could have pulled this off.”

Demi smiled, “Hey Quinn!  It’s really no problem at all.  I’m happy to help and just glad that it worked out that I could.”  Demi turned her gaze toward Rachel and said, “So, who do you have here?”

Rachel bounced up and down clapping her hands and squealing.  When she had calmed down a bit, she extended her hand.  “Rachel Berry.  It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms Lovato.  I’m a huuuuuuge fan of your work.  You’re A-MAZ-ING!”  Rachel was beside herself with excitement.  She had been begging Quinn to talk to Santana to arrange some sort of outing with the singer; however, knowing her wife’s infatuation and Santana’s feelings towards Demi, Quinn thought a get together was best avoided until Santana’s friendship or whatever it was solidified more.

Demi chuckled shaking Rachel’s, “It’s nice to meet you, Rachel, but you can call me Demi.”

“Demi.  Right!  Got it!  Have I mentioned that I’m a huge fan?  I have all of your albums and I’m just sooooo excited to be working with you.”

Santana rolled her eyes and turned to Quinn and gave her an irritated look of “get your girl already.”  Quinn returned Santana’s look with a smile, shrug, and a “oops” expression.  Santana frowned letting Quinn know with just her eyes that her response was unacceptable.  Realizing that Quinn was not going to, Santana took control of the situation.

“Listen, Pippi Longstocking, Demi has much better things to do than listen to your diarrhea of the mouth.  We just have two days to practice to get everything perfect so let’s go already.  Oh, and try not to screw things up by slipping in a puddle of your own drool when we are up on stage.  Capish?”

Rachel rolled her eyes, more than used to Santana’s cutting remarks at this point in her life.  Her wife, however, was not happy with what had just unfolded.  She elbowed Santana in the arm and gave her a “watch it” stare.  Santana rubbed up and down on her arm where Quinn had made contact as she looked at Quinn innocently saying, “What?”

“You know what, Santana.  Don’t start because you know I’ll finish it.”

“You wish, Fabray.”

“Try me, San.”

Seeing that Quinn seemed fairly serious in her conviction, Santana dropped it and instead grabbed Demi’s hand pulling her toward the stage.  Demi had found the whole exchange rather humorous.  It was obvious they were all tight friends even if Santana didn’t freely admit it.

Demi’s attention quickly turned to the hand interlocked with her hand.  She could feel perspiration starting to gather on her palm, and hoped that Santana wouldn’t take notice of this.  Thankfully, Santana pulled her along at a fast clip, so she was able to get her hand back quickly enough and wipe the evidence off on her jeans.