Chapter 12

"Brittany get uuuup. Get up get up get up!" Brittany buried her head under a pillow and groaned as Ashley burst into the room yelling. 8 weeks had gone by since Santana's show at the park, and today was her first real concert. Emma and the producers had decided to wait a few weeks, even though they were pretty sure that she had generated enough fans for a concert by the third week. Emma had decided to give Santana time to get comfortable performing in front of hundreds of people, before they got into the tens of thousands. That was how many people were coming to tonight's concert. 10,000. Every time they heard that number, Brittany and Santana had to pause and relish the moment. This would be like nothing they had ever experienced, and the energy coming off of everyone throughout the week leading up to, proved that.

"Brittany get up!"

"Ashley leave me alone. I have my own alarm clock thank you." Brittany whined.

"No you have to get up now"

"Why?"

"Cause"

"Cause nothing Ashley leave me alone."

Ashley begun to tug on the duvet.

"Ashley!"

"Brittany!"

"Give me one good reason why I have to wake up right now?"

Ashley was silent for a moment. Then in one great heave she pulled the duvet off of Brittany, who screamed.

"Ashley get out. GET OUT!"

Ashley seemed stunned at Brittany's reaction. Usually her sister was so cheery, even when being woken up. She had never seen a grumpy Brittany. But more than that, Brittany had never yelled at her.

Brittany tried to feel bad for yelling, but she was more exhausted than she had been in a long time. She had worked for close to twenty hours every day for the past three days to make sure she would be able to take this and the next day off to be there for Santana. Last night she had gone to bed at 3 AM, and had been looking forward to sleeping in. She and Santana didn't need to be up until 10 AM. She turned to look at the alarm clock. 5 AM.

"Ashley are you serious? What the hell do you need to wake me up at 5 AM for? Get out. Please get the fuck out."

Just then, Santana came into the room, followed by Susan.

Santana was not looking much happier than Brittany. "Britt your parents are here." She said, with a smile so fake that it made Brittany want to laugh.

"We heard yelling" Susan said, her voice full of concern.

"Brittany's being a grouch" Ashley said sourly.

Susan laughed. "Not our Brittany."

"Not our Brittany" Santana repeated under her breath, getting back into bed. When she was close to Brittany's head she leaned in to kiss her temple. "Your parents and sister are here." She said, not trying hard to cover up her annoyance.

"What was all the yelling?" Susan asked again.

"I told you ma-"

"Ma what are you doing here? Why are you in our house at 5 AM?"

"See she's being a grouch" Ashely said, pointing at Brittany.

"Brittany what's the matter?" Susan asked sweetly, as one would ask a child throwing a tantrum.

"What's the matter is that I've been asleep for two hours and you people have decided that that's enough sleep for me. Why won't you tell me why you're here?"

Susan looked at Brittany as though unable to understand her question.

"What do you mean dear?" she asked.

Brittany sighed and looked at Santana, frowning deeply. Santana nodded in sympathy, and then lay down on the pillow, determined to go back to sleep.

"What do I mean? Mum, it's 5 AM."

"Yes dear it is."

"Why are you in my house at 5 AM?" Brittany asked slowly, praying for patience.

"Well our plane landed at around 4. And we took a cab, which took about an hour. So we arrived at 5."

Santana sat up at this, not liking what was being insinuated.

"Okay…" Brittany said, looking at Santana.

"Les dijiste que pueden quedarse aquí?" Brittany asked her quietly.

"No. No he hablado con ellos en semanas" Santana replied, just as quietly.

"Girls, can you speak in English please?" Susan asked, sounding irritated.

"Mum, why did you come here from the airport?" Brittany asked her, trying not to sound rude.

"Well your father said…" Susan trailed off, realising that they had not spoken with Pierce. "OH I could kill him. He didn't talk to you did he? I asked him all week and he said he did it. PIERCE"

"Mum, just never mind. Can we talk about this later in the morning? When both of us are actually awake? Santana and I just went to bed. "

"You shouldn't have gone to bed so late then" Ashley said in a condescending tone.

Brittany shot her a seething look, which made Ashley huff and stomp her foot. "I thought I told you to get out." Brittany added. Ashley looked hurt for a second, but her expression was quickly masked, and she turned and walked out the door, almost colliding with her father.

"Where are you going sunshine?" He asked good-naturedly, but Ashley didn't reply.

"Pierce, you didn't talk to the girls."

The smile on his face faded slowly as he looked at his wife's expression.

Brittany at this point, was lying on Santana's back, as Santana lay on her stomach, face buried in the pillow. Both of their eyes were closed, but they were very much awake.

"Uhh…yes dear…well I couldn't really see it being a problem." He looked nervously towards the two girls on the bed. "Unless it is a problem…"

Santana mumbled something into the pillow.

"What was that Santana?" Susan asked.

"You staying here isn't a problem at all" she said, lifting her head slightly, then letting it fall back down when she was done speaking.

"But it's 5 AM, and you've woken us both up for no reason at all. I mean come on! We're adults you know? You can't just come in and disrupt everything like you would in your house."

"Well we didn't know you'd gone to sleep so late" Susan said matter of factly.

"It doesn't matter. We could have gone to sleep at 7, we could have already been awake. The point is that you should have called before you came, and you should be trying to show a little respect for us in our house."

Susan and Pierce gaped at Brittany in shock. She had never spoken like that to them. They looked at Santana, but she still had her head buried in the pillow.

"Quite right dear" Pierce said hesitantly. "That was my bad. We're sorry, we'll let you guys sleep, call us when you wake up." As he spoke he was already retreating from the room. Susan looked like she wanted to say something, but then after a moment, decided against it and went to join her husband by the door.

"Yes sorry Brittany. I'll talk to Ashley too. You guys enjoy your sleep." And with that they walked out and closed the door behind them.

Santana mumbled something into the pillow again.

"Yeah" Brittany sighed heavily. "Today is going to be a long day." And she curled up around Santana and fell back asleep.

When her alarm went off at 10 AM, Brittany felt close to tears. She was still so tired, and now she knew she had her family to deal with. She would have to apologise for her earlier mood, and hear Ashley complain about it, and her mum say 'that's okay Brittany but goodness, it was very strange. Are you ok?' Over and over again. Beside her Santana was still deep asleep. She wished she could stay in bed with her all day, and only get up when they needed to get ready for the concert, but she knew it wasn't possible. There was a lot to be done.

"GET YOUR BUTS UP LOPEZ AND PIERCE" Quinn yelled, throwing the door open.

Brittany fought to keep from screaming.

"Why is it that no one respects that door? Do you think it's there for decoration? This is OUR house. My house, with Santana. We're the only ones allowed to burst through doors like that."

Quinn looked at her amused. "So it's true? BSP's first grouchy morning ever. It's a day for the record books."

"I've had plenty of bad moods"

"Ones not brought on by heartache?"

Brittany frowned. "Of course"

"Yeah right"

Under the duvet, Brittany sought out Santana's hand and squeezed it. Santana cracked an eye open, and seeing Quinn standing there, frowned too.

"Leave Brittany alone." She said hoarsely, her voice still thick with sleep.

"You don't even know what we're talking about."

"I don't have to. All I know is that you're irritating her, something that's not easy to do. So stop. Matter of fact, get out. Why does everyone keep walking into our room?"

"That's what Britt said" Quinn said laughing.

"Because it's a valid question." Santana herself was now getting annoyed, so she got out of bed and pocked Quinn in the chest until she retreated out the door.

"Stop it! What are you-" But before Quinn could finish her question, Santana had slammed the door in her face. A second later, there was the unmistakable sound of the lock turning.

"What was that?" Susan asked.

"They've locked us out" Quinn told her.

Susan shook her head. "Their mood still hasn't improved?"

"Afraid not. You guys must have really done a number on them." Quinn said, laughing as she walked back to the living room.

Susan tried knocking on the door for a few minutes, telling the girls that they had gotten them breakfast, but when she got no response, she gave up and went to join the rest of her family.

Two hours, several angry yells from Quinn and persistent phone calls from Emma later, Brittany and Santana emerged from their bedroom. They greeted everyone cheerfully, ignoring the strange looks they were getting, and sat down to eat what was left of breakfast. They talked animatedly to Pierce, who was all too happy to ignore the morning's drama, and after a while, Ashley gave up her grudge in favour of joining a debate over which artist was better, Amy Winehouse or Stevie Nicks. Susan stayed strong until Brittany and Santana announced that they were leaving, at which point she hugged them both, wished them luck and told them she would see them after the show. She kissed Santana several times and hugged her tightly for several minutes before Brittany finally prised her girlfriend from her grasp and ushered her out the door.

They arrived at the arena where the concert was being held at 1:30 PM, which would be early, considering the concert was starting at 7 PM, but because it was Santana's first time, the stage manager and Emma had wanted her to come early to get used to the size, get over the nerves, and then run a few rehearsals with her dancers and back-up singers. To help her get through her first concert, Brittany would be in a few of the dance routines. Santana had begged her to do it, saying she would be so much more at ease if Brittany was up there with her. They had had to clear it with Brittany's bosses, but they had ultimately been all too pleased to receive extra press, as long as Brittany remained on top of her actual work.

They stood and watched the set up for a few minutes after saying hi to everyone there, before finally heading over to Santana's dressing room.

RESTRICTED ACCESS. THIS IS THE DRESSING ROOM OF:

SANTANA LOPEZ

"Oh my gosh Santana, it has your name on it and everything." Brittany whispered into Santana's ear as she hugged her from behind.

Santana didn't say anything, but leaned back into Brittany's embrace and sighed happily.

"This is really happening Santana. I always believed in you but for it to actually be happening…I mean you're about to put on a concert. Your own concert." She squeezed her waist as she spoke. Santana placed her hands over Brittany's and stared at the plaque with her name on the door. She really couldn't believe it either. She felt as though she would wake up in New York at any moment, because everything that had happened since they moved seemed unreal. Eventually she turned in Brittany's embrace and looked into her favourite blue eyes.

"Are you ready to go up there with me?" she asked. "I don't want you to do it just because I asked you to. If you don't want to I mean. There's a bunch of backup dancers who could sub you. They're not as good as you but it'll be fine. Only we'll know the difference anyway. I want you to be comfortable. I promise I won't hold it against you if you say you don't want to."

"Are you done?" Brittany asked, smiling.

Santana nodded. "And you're sure you won't hold it against me?" Santana nodded again, though the disappointment was written all over her face.

"In that case, I want to dance with you." Brittany said, smiling widely as Santana looked even more disappointed, clearly not having heard what she said.

"That's ok Britt. I totally get it. It's a lot of pressure, and you didn't have to. I'll be okay."

Brittany laughed. "S did you even hear what I said?"

"You said you…" she trailed off, then her eyes snapped back up to Brittany's. "You want to dance with me?" Brittany nodded. "Are you sure?"

"Santana I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I told you, and I told the whole glee club years ago, that I like dancing with you the best. That hasn't changed. I love you so much, and my heart's going to be up there on stage with you anyway, so why shouldn't I just join it?"

Santana crashed their lips together in a passionate kiss. She snaked her tongue across Brittany's bottom lip, but just as Brittany opened her mouth to accept her tongue, there was a loud cough behind them that made them jump.

"Sorry miss Lopez, but I have been told to come check and make sure that you have everything you need." A middle aged woman, Brittany assumed in her early forties, was standing before them, a lapel around her head and a notebook and pen in her hand.

"Who are you?" Brittany asked.

"She means" Santana said quickly, shooting Brittany a quick look of disapproval, "I don't think we've met before, and Britt and I always make sure we meet everyone on staff."

The woman nodded and smiled. "Don't worry about it" she directed to Brittany. "My name is Eve. The label appointed me as Santana's assistant."

Brittany and Santana stared at each other, and then looked back at Eve. "Sorry what?"

"You're assistant Ma'am. I will be handling your scheduling, your meetings or interviews, your day to day needs and anything you need taking care of really."

Brittany and Santana still gaped at her.

"Is something wrong?" Eve asked, looking worried.

"No no nothing is wrong….I just…I mean I've never had an assistant before."

"Ah I see. Well I am here to help you Ma'am."

Brittany burst into a fit of giggles, while Santana frowned. "Eve, uhh…you don't have to call me ma'am."

"I understand miss Lopez" Eve said. Brittany laughed again.

"No Eve, Santana is okay. Just call me Santana, Emma does."

Eve nodded again, smiling at her. "Not a problem Santana."

"How old are you?" Brittany suddenly asked. Santana turned to her.

"Really B? Why would you ask that?" She whispered sharply. Then she turned back to Eve. "You don't have to answer that. Sorry, she doesn't have a filter."

Eve laughed. "That's okay. I'm going to be working with you for, hopefully, your entire career. I should probably get used to your fiancé."

"How did you know we're engaged?" Santana asked quickly. Only their family and friends knew that.

"Emma told me when I had a briefing with her yesterday. I don't know all that much, because she wanted us to get to know each other ourselves, but she did tell me that Miss Pierce was…how did she put it…'of major importance'. So she filled me in a little."

Santana looked at Brittany, who was grinning widely.

"I hope that's okay" Eve said quickly.

"It's totally fine, I've been called worse" Brittany said laughing and resuming her hold on Santana from behind.

"Well it's nice to meet you Eve." Santana said, extending her hand.

"You too mi- Uh…Santana. And Miss Pierce." Santana thought about telling her to call her Brittany, but Brittany seemed to be enjoying herself, so she let it be for a while.

"Shall we go in?" Eve asked, pointing to the door.

"Yes lets!" Santana said. Eve reached for the door, but as she was about to walk through, Brittany stopped her with a hand.

"No wait. Santana has to go in first." Eve nodded seriously and took several steps back, while Santana just laughed and shook her head. Then she was suddenly being lifted off her feet, and the next thing she knew, Brittany was carrying her bridal style, into the room.

"Oh my god Brittany are you serious!?" Santana asked, laughing deeply.

"Yes! It's tradition." Brittany was smiling widely, and Eve was watching them, highly amused.

"I think that's just for married couples when they return home for the first time or something" Santana said.

"Yeah well….you're walking into the first dressing room before doing it a thousand times for the rest of your life. I think it counts."

Santana decided not to argue anymore. Brittany crossed the threshold and then stopped and looked around. It was big. It had three mirrors propped up on a long dresser that extended halfway across the room. There were lights around the mirrors, and lining the top of the walls all around the room. On the opposite end of the room, there were two black couches arranged in an 'L' shape, and a small round table in the middle, which had a large vase of white daisies. There was a closet to Brittany's right beside a door, and on the adjacent wall, stood two guitars and a keyboard.

"Wow" Santana said, as she too took the room in. she jumped down from Brittany's arms and went to inspect the closet. There were close to ten different outfits in there, with what looked like dozens of shoes. Brittany couldn't help but laugh at this. Of course Santana's closet would be filled with shoes.

"Is it okay?" Eve asked. Brittany and Santana spun to face her, both having forgotten she was there.

"Is it okay?" Santana looked at Brittany before smiling. "It's amazing."

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"STOP STOP" a voice boomed across the now fully assembled stage. "Back row, third from the right, you need to make sure you hold that position. You can't be wobbling or shifting your foot. You have to spin out and land solidly," she demonstrated, "so you can hold it for the 5 counts."

Besides Santana, the choreographer sighed. "Is she going to do that for the entire rehearsal?" He asked, turning to Santana, who shrugged.

"Not if they do it right."

"She's not even the choreographer." He said, sounding like a whining child. Santana shrugged again. She wanted to say that Brittany wouldn't have to be stopping and correcting them every few minutes if he did his job and made sure his dancers had it down properly. But she was an evolved person. She was no longer Snixx. So instead, she walked away from the choreographer to stand beside Eve.

"She's very good." Eve said, nodding to Brittany.

"She's the best." Santana said. "Next time we better just use her studio. These people aren't up to Britt's standards so they aren't up to mine.

"You trust her judgement on this?"

"I trust Brittany's judgement on everything, but about dance…I don't think I hold anyone else's opinion higher. I've seen her fix problems that trained coaches couldn't even see when we were only 15."

"Amazing" Eve said. "You're both very talented. I look forward to seeing where you go."

Santana turned and smiled at her.

"Thank you Eve."

"Alright, how about this, you, fourth row, yeah you, come here, and you over there, yeah, come here too. Okay great, now you go stand over there, and this tall guy moves this way." Brittany was saying. After a few minutes of changing people up and walking around, inspecting everyone, Brittany finally nodded and walked up to the choreographer. Santana couldn't hear what he was saying, but when Brittany turned to look at her, she knew he was refusing to comply.

"Look guy, let's just try it once and if it doesn't work we'll go back to the way you'd done it." Santana said loudly, not moving from where she stood. When he looked like he was about to protest, Eve stepped forward.

"I'd like to remind you that you are currently talking to your employer, not your employee." Her tone was polite, but left no room for debate. The choreographer sighed, then told his dancers to stick to the new arrangement.

The rehearsal went much smoother after that. Brittany's changes, though no one really understood why, seemed to make everyone better. There were still a few mistakes, but she easily fixed them, and after two hours, they ran through the entire set list without having to stop once.

"Looking excellent" Emma said. "Santana time for you to go to hair and makeup. You can take a shower if you'd like, there's a bathroom in your dressing room." Santana nodded, linked pinkies with Brittany and walked off. She could hear Emma telling everyone else that they could go get cleaned up, and that they had two hours before they had to be back to the arena.

Brittany and Santana walked slowly back to her dressing room, with their pinkies still linked.

"Do you want to go anywhere before we go in?" Brittany asked as they reached the door.

"We can't. We have to shower and get dressed and sit in hair and makeup." Santana replied, smiling sweetly at Brittany.

"Whatever. We'll be back in time. We have two hours."

Santana looked intensely between Brittany's eyes, trying to gauge how serious she was.

"You're serious." She said. It was not a question, so Brittany just grinned cheekily and begun to pull Santana away from the door towards the exit.

"Britt" Santana whispered loudly. "Where are we going?" She looked around, checking to make sure nobody would see them, though she wasn't sure she was even doing anything wrong.

"Out" Brittany said, in the same loud whisper.

They walked out of the door and down the street. Santana resigned to just enjoy the walk and stopped asking questions about where they were going, so she and Brittany talked instead about the concert.

"I'm really proud of you Santana. I wish I could capture this moment and send it back in time to show high school Santana"

Santana laughed loudly. "I think that's messing with the space time continuum or something Britt." Brittany shrugged. "Besides, I'm pretty sure if high school me found out where she'd end up, she'd never have done the work to become the person I needed to be for this to happen."

Brittany was thoughtful for a while. She could see Santana's point. She had gone through a lot to get here, and a huge part of that was her belief that she'd never actually make it.

"I wish you didn't have to go through most of what you did." Brittany said, stopping momentarily and looking off to her right, where there was a small park and a group of teenagers sitting on a bench, laughing loudly.

Santana looked at her, trying to decipher what she was thinking. After a moment she turned Brittany's face to look at her and smiled.

"Hey…It's okay. It sucked at the time, but it's okay. Let's not think about all that today. I'm about to put on a concert you know?" she raised her eyebrows and cocked her head in a 'just saying' kind of way.

Brittany giggled and nodded her head. "Yes I did hear something about that."

They continued walking for a couple of minutes, reminiscing about high school and talking about Brittany's work, until they found themselves at the front of the arena once again, having walked all the way around it.

"Emma and Eve are probably looking for you." Brittany said quietly, not really wanting to end their moment but also bursting with excitement for the show to begin.

"Yeah" Santana agreed, also hesitant to leave.

"I'll see you up there" Britt said, unlinking her pinkie from Santana's to instead cup her cheek.

"See you up there" Santana leaned forward and captured Brittany's lips in her own.

"Figures I would find you guys like this" Emma's voice interrupted them. "Santana-"

"Yeah I'm coming" Santana said quickly. She leaned forward and kissed Brittany again. "I love you Britt."

"I love you Santana." Brittany replied, kissing Santana again, and then again twice more before pulling away and taking a step back. They both took in deep breathes, holding eye contact with each other, and then Brittany exhaled and nodded.

"Okay" Santana said determinedly, also taking a step back and finally looking away from Brittany.

"Let the show begin."

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Brittany felt like her whole body was vibrating. She could not, though not for lack of trying, keep herself still. She was pacing back and forth as far as she was allowed to go, then she was jumping up and down, then she was stretching for the 100th time, but nothing worked. From her place backstage she could hear the crowd gathered in the arena, and the sound itself was intimidating. Was this how 10,000 people sounded? She didn't think so. It sounded like 100,000 to her. As she got up from her current stretching position and began to pace, she thought of Santana, who she figured must be feeling ten times what she was feeling. Should she go find her? Maybe give her one more pet talk? No, Santana was fine, she tried to convince herself. If she was being honest, she was the one who wasn't fine. She had never performed for so many people before, and this was not just any performance, it was Santana's first concert. It would have to be perfect. She already had very little confidence in the other dancers, and her messing up would just crush her heart. Santana deserved the best. Brittany would give her the best.

"Listen up everyone." She suddenly found herself yelling. She looked around at the dancers around her, who looked both confused and slightly shocked. Brittany made sure to look each of them in the eye before she spoke again.

"You guys are good dancers, and the choreography is good. But I'm going to ask you guys to be amazing. Give everything you've got tonight, because that's what Santana is going to be doing. You're not just dancing, you're bringing Santana's lyrics to life. Your movements need to move the crowd. When you take a step, don't be thinking about the next one, feel it. Throw yourself into it. If you guys do that, we're going to pull off something amazing today, I guarantee it."

All of the dancers looked at Brittany for a moment, and then they all nodded. There were a few "hell yeahs" and "damn rights", while a few who were standing clapped Brittany on the back and shoulders. The choreographer stepped forward and everyone was silent again.

"5 minutes everyone. Get into your places, and let's blow this place" he looked at Brittany as he said this, and nodded. As everyone moved into their positions and fell into complete silence, Brittany closed her eyes and thought of Santana. She was doing this for her. For the Santana who believed in her when no one did, the Santana who loved her even when it was hard. With these thoughts, she opened her eyes, feeling calm for the first time all day.

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She brought her hand out and pulled Santana towards her, letting go almost immediately and ducking around her so that they were standing back to back. She could feel the way Santana's shoulders were rising and falling as she breathed, but when her voice came out it was steady and controlled. She only had a moment to be impressed by this before she was being dragged away by the waist and flipping over a man's head, pretending to be trying to get back to Santana. She felt herself drop to the ground, and used her left leg to launch herself forward, as if beginning a sprint, but she was again pulled back by her shirt. She jumped backwards, was grabbed mid-air, spun around and then thrown to another man. She locked her ankles together behind his back and allowed herself to fall backwards, her head inches from the floor. In this position she could see Santana surrounded by five dancers pretending to be guards. They spun and rolled on the floor around her, as she looked around for Brittany. Once in a while Santana would 'break free' and run towards her, only to be pulled back and encircled again.

Brittany felt herself lowered to the ground, and she rolled away from the dancer. She squatted down, placing her hands on the floor and jumped into the air, over a woman crawling next to her. She was caught again, but this dancer set her down quickly, and then crouched down so that his back was right in front of Brittany's legs. She put on a show of looking around dramatically, feigning taking a step left, then right, as dancers crawled and stalked towards her, then she looked at Santana, who was still at the centre of the circle, though it had widened. Brittany took a few steps back, and then ran forward. She stepped on the dancers back and as she made contact he jumped up, launching Brittany high into the air. The entire arena seemed to gasp as Brittany flipped in the air, then seconds later landed kneeling on one leg, one hand on the ground, in front of Santana as the other dancers froze in various positions. Santana sang the last notes of the song, drawing Brittany up with a finger under her chin. When they reached eye level, the song ended, and there was a second of silence before the lights went off.

The arena erupted in thunderous applause and deafening screams. Brittany and Santana stood staring at each other, breathing heavily and smiling hugely.

"That was…." Santana began, but was cut off by Brittany's lips on her own. They kissed as the dancers filled off stage around them, and only stopped when the lights came back on. Santana took Brittany's hand and walked to the edge of the stage.

"That was the last song guys…I hope you liked it, did you enjoy the performance?" she yelled into the mic. Her question was met with another round of booming applause and she laughed. "I'll take that as a yes. I mean how couldn't you with that amazing choreography? Speaking of which, let's hear it for all the dancers and the choreographer, the band, and the back-up singers."

The dancers all walked back onto stage and bowed and clapped, the choreographer bringing up the rear. The band members and back-up singers waved and the drummer played a quick solo. Santana took a step back and pointed at Brittany, and if possible, the screaming got even louder. Shouts of 'I love you' could be heard coming from the front row.

"Brittany Pierce everybody. Yes you should love her" Santana laughed, looking in the direction of the shout, "But not too much cause she's mine and-" Whatever she was going to say was drowned out by more screaming and yelling so loud that she could not even hear herself speak. She turned to Brittany who was clearly enjoying this. Brittany winked at her and then took the mic from her hand.

"Yeah sorry boys and girls, I know Santana is super hot, but you can't have her, she's taken." Santana laughed and yelled 'that's right' multiple times, reaching out and grabbing Brittany's hand. One of the dancers walked up and tapped her on the shoulder making her turn around, and then pointed to the back corner of the stage. The stage manager was standing there tapping his wrist. It was time to go.

She grabbed the mic from Brittany, who had been asking how the crowd had enjoyed the show. "Sorry guys, time is up. I just want to thank you all so so so much for coming out. I hope you enjoyed yourselves. I know I did. Maybe we can do this again sometime?" she laughed, and so did 10,000 people. Brittany kissed her hand, and waved to the crowd. "Goodnight everyone!" she yelled, and then switched off the mic and walked off with Brittany, relishing the screaming and clapping that erupted.