Chapter 2

After four hours, Brittany was ready to go home. She had slept maybe three hours last night, and she hadn't had time for coffee or breakfast. She internally cursed herself for not listening to Quinn. She was always telling her not to get less than five hours of sleep on days when she started so early. She wondered how she was going to survive the long day ahead of her. Maybe she could pretend to faint. No, that was really dramatic and would piss Santana off when she was inevitably called from work to come get her. She was tired, but she was BSP. That meant she was naturally cheery. She loved her girl, but the same could not be said for a sleepy Santana. Brittany shook her head with a small smile. No, Santana was anything but cheery when she was tired. When she had dropped her at the studio, Santana had nearly thrown a fit when Brittany forgot to give her a goodbye kiss, and had chewed up a poor pedestrian who had looked her way as she yelled. Brittany was sure she had seen the man, who looked much older than them, shed a tear at the vicious words thrown his way. So no she would not faint, but maybe she could-

"…that way we can leave earlier. Is that okay with you Britt?"

Once again Brittany was pulled from her thoughts. What was with everyone talking so much today? She wanted to ask what he was talking about, but she was just too tired. She was sure she was ok with whatever she was being asked. So she nodded and muttered a "totally".

"Great!"

She was about to continue thinking up ways to escape the rest of her day when she realised the two people standing in front of her where still there. She cocked a brow in question and was met with a similar expression.

"uuhh…." She wasn't sure what to say. Usually she was up for conversation, but not today. How does one politely say 'fuck off' she wondered.

"Britt?"

"Uh look guys, unless you want to tell me what the shoe elves, who I suspect are no longer in my closet are up to I don't really-"

"What?...uh…no Brittany."

"What?"

They both said at the same time. But the man, Max, recovered first. "No, um, we were just wondering, don't you want to call Santana? To let her know?"

Now Brittany was confused. What did Santana have to do with anything? She was thinking hard now. Had she agreed to Santana being a part of something? She cursed herself. Santana hated when she did that. She would have to backtrack. Say Santana couldn't make it or something.

"Sorry when did you say it was again?" that was a safe question. People forgot details like that all the time. They would clarify and she could say 'oh no I totally forgot, Santana has blah blah blah then. She can't come'. She began to think of what Santana should be preoccupied with.

"What do you mean? Uh..today?"

"Today!" that's awfully short notice. This was simple. "I don't think she's gonna make it guys." That was so easy. She didn't even have to give a reason.

"Oh. But you guys always have lunch together. Is she sick?"

If Brittany thought she was confused before, she was thoroughly lost now. What did lunch have to do with this? Did they want to have lunch with them? Usually she wouldn't mind, but today she was tired, and Santana was not in a good mood.

"No she's not sick. She's not in the best mood though, so I don't know if that's a good idea. Sorry"

'That should do it' she thought. Everybody knew what Santana in a bad mood meant.

"I'm confused" said the girl, Sara.

They looked at each other for a while. Brittany debated saying something strange again to get them to leave her alone when a man, Connor, piped up from a few feet away.

"BSP has no clue what you're talking about dudes" he laughed shaking his head. Standing up he turned to Brittany.

"Britt"

"Yeah"

"You paying attention now?"

She wanted to roll her eyes. But she was BSP. She would leave they eye rolling to Santana. She sighed instead. What was that, the 50th time?

"Yes Connor I'm listening."

"They were asking if we could rehearse through lunch and 2 breaks so we can leave earlier than yesterday."

That made more sense. But could she agree? She could see the logic, but putting aside the exhaustion she felt, she had made the schedule that way for a reason. It was important to rest and take breaks and eat. They worked for many hours, and she wasn't sure how she felt working her dancers through lunch and two breaks. They were the best, but there was such a thing as overdoing it. She didn't feel comfortable pushing them like that. She was in charge and she was responsible for their health. They had an important concert coming up, and she couldn't have any of them hurting themselves.

"I um…I don't know how I feel about that guys. Believe me I understand wanting to leave earlier but it doesn't seem responsible. We're doing tough stuff today and I don't want anyone collapsing from exhaustion or hunger or hurting themselves."

"Britt, come onnnn please? It's not like we're going to do it every day, just today. We'll all be fine."

A chorus of 'pleeaasseee' and 'come on Britt' erupted in the room. Brittany still had a bad feeling, but she couldn't deny that she really didn't want to be here as late as the night before. She sighed deeply once again, conceding defeat.

"Let me call Santana."

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Brittany was done. She was tired, hungry and pissed off. Two dancers had twisted their ankles forcing them to stop for three hours so they could be attended to by the studio physician who made sure they didn't have more serious injuries. This meant that skipping lunch had been pointless and they had really only saved themselves one hour. On top of not even getting to leave early, Brittany then had to stay later to finish writing the injury report, which took about an hour to do since she was so tired. She should have listened to her gut and not given in to her dancers' requests. 'Never again!' she vowed to herself.

It was now 7:10 PM. She knew this because she had checked the clock before walking out. Santana would already be home. Brittany shook her head thinking about it. She had told Santana not to pick her up because she would be home early. Then her phone had died, and because she was in a rush that morning, she forgot to grab her charger. She was sure Santana had tried to call her multiple times when she got home. She would be in for it as soon as she walked through the door, of that she was sure. Still, she couldn't help the excited feeling growing inside her. She hadn't seen her girlfriend in over 12 hours. She shook her head again and sighed.

"I'M SO SICK OF SIGHING" she shouted to no one. The stranger walking by her jumped and eyed her warily. BSP couldn't bring herself to care. She continued to think. She would be called in for a meeting tomorrow because of the injuries. She hated meetings. They always required more attention than she could muster. Ughh! Maybe tomorrow she'd fake being sick. Or she could say she had an injury too. She closed her eyes shaking her head. No she couldn't do that. Santana wouldn't even let her. Once again Brittany found herself thinking of ways to get out of her day, when her thoughts were interrupted by loud shouting and horns blaring. She opened her eyes to find herself in the middle of the street. She jumped out of the way just as a car came barreling past, tripped on the side walk and fell hard to the ground. She felt her head connect with something before feeling an overwhelming desire to sleep. Yup, if there was one thing Brittany was sure of, it was that she should have stayed with Santana this morning.