|Change Your Mind
Author: PLLgleefan11 PM
Whoever said a person couldn't change has never been in love. A spoiled rich girl's, Brittany, friends make a bet for her to kiss a fiery Latina waitress, Santana, at the girl's birthday party. AURated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Brittany P. & Santana L. - Chapters: 20 - Words: 59,686 - Reviews: 507 - Favs: 543 - Follows: 858 - Updated: 05-20-12 - Published: 06-09-11 - id: 7067269
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Summary: Whoever said a person couldn't change has never been in love. A spoiled rich girl's, Brittany, friends make a bet for her to kiss a fiery Latina waitress, Santana, at the girl's birthday party. AU
A/N: Hello fellow Brittana fans. I've decided to write another story. This idea was given to me by Cavali and I loved it so much and saw so much potential for it that it just needed to be written. So thank you Cavali. For anyone reading my other story, What the Hell, I will post very soon don't worry. And I'll apologize now for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I only skimmed what I wrote.
Rating: T…it may go M once or twice depending on my mood I'll give warning
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Glee's writers get that honor.
"So what do you want for your birthday?" Quinn asks me.
I'm turning 22 in two days. Everyone said after your 21st, birthdays kind of suck so I've decided to have a huge party. Honestly, I have a huge party every year, so I'm keeping tradition alive plus daddy pays for everything. He never could say no to his little girl. I'm the youngest of three girls in the Pierce family.
"I mean I know you have everything, but I want to get you something special," Quinn explains.
Quinn's been my best friend for years. We've grown up together and we're like sisters. Actually when she was sixteen she got pregnant by this douche, Puck, and her no good father kicked her out so we took her in. Quinn and I lived together up until this past year when I moved in with my ex-girlfriend, Vanessa.
"Hello, earth to Brit. Are you even listening to me?" Quinn waves her hand in front of my line of vision. We're having our weekly Tuesday lunch.
"Quinn, I'm sure whatever you get me I'll love it. You know I love everything you get me," I tell her honestly.
"You do this to me every year." Quinn smiles at me.
"Gotta keep with tradition," I say.
"Seeing anyone knew?" Quinn asks. "Or keeping with the one night stands?"
I smirk. "Well you know me. I do love the ladies."
She laughs. "It would be nice to see you with someone who makes you happy. See you settle down a bit."
"Yeah and the last time I thought I had that look what happened," I bitterly say.
The break up with Vanessa was ugly. I was head over heels in love with her. She is this beautiful five foot seven auburn hair woman. She has an athletically toned body with olive colored skin and hazel eyes. She probably could've been a model if she wanted to be; instead, she's a photographer. After a year and a half of dating we moved into a apartment on the Upper East Side and after six months of living together, so those of you keeping track that's a two year relationship, I found her doing some model on our couch. To say I was devastated would be an understatement. I kicked her ass out and luckily the apartment was in my name so she had no legal right to it. Thank God!
"Come on Brit I thought you were over her?"
"I am. I just don't want another relationship." I sigh taking a sip of my water.
"You mean you don't want another relationship right now, right?" Quinn asks worriedly.
I shrug. "Look I'm happy. Let's live in the present and worry about the future when it comes."
Quinn drops the subject. We talk a little more before Quinn has to return to work. Right now, I'm taking classes at Juilliard. I'm suppose to graduate in December, which is in four months because it's August. I'm not working anywhere and my parents pay for my apartment. They said if I didn't need to work then I didn't have to. I haven't found a reason to work. I mean who wouldn't want my life. I'm a talented dancer living in a nice apartment in New York City. I go out almost every night and more than likely I'm not going home alone. I've slept with more girls in the past three months than I had ever had sex with my ex. I'm starting to get a reputation for being a player, but it doesn't stop the girls coming my way.
Quinn is my complete opposite. That's probably why we're best friends, she can somewhat keep me in line. Quinn works hard, harder than any person I know. She's also a photographer, but not the slutty type like Vanessa. Quinn takes her craft seriously and she's damn good, too. I'm always taken away by her work. Quinn is working for a magazine, but her dream is to one day open a studio and be her own boss.
I enjoy that both Quinn and I are single. Since we're both gay, I have a great tag team partner. It's rare that Quinn goes home with someone, but she's just as good as I am at playing the game. Girls are practically tripping over themselves to get to us when we walk into a bar or club.
My party is Saturday night and tonight's Friday, so you know what that means pre-party celebration. Quinn and our two closest friends, Kurt and Mercedes, meet up at my apartment for the pregame. We leave around midnight for one of our favorite clubs. We try to not only go to lesbian bars since Kurt is gay. We make sure to have both. Mercedes is bi, but if you ask me she only likes the girls for the chase. I don't think she'd ever settle down with a girl. When we arrive the music is pumping load and the place is pack. I can't ever resist a dance floor. Once Quinn, Kurt, and Mercedes have found a seat I drag Quinn to the dance floor.
It usually goes like this, I drag Quinn to the floor and we get a few looks from interested girls. After that we make our way to the bar and a couple of the girls from the dance floor will follow, we talk, buy them drinks, and soon enough I'm making out with one in some booth. Tonight's no different, after making our way to the bar I see two brunettes walk over to us. They start talking to us. I really don't get either of their names, but that doesn't matter I usually never remember.
That night I take one of the girls home with me while Quinn, as usual, goes home alone. In the morning, I wake up with a killer headache and empty bed. I like it when they leave on their own. It's always awkward the next day when they're here. It never ends well. I usually say I'll call then never do and sometimes, unfortunately, I'll run into the one night stand a couple weeks later and things are just as awkward, but more.
For my party, my parents rented out a nightclub and hired a catering company. Lot's of my friends from Juilliard, the dance studio I usually go to for fun, and some people my parents know will show up. It always involves lots of alcohol and a great time. No one has complained yet. The party is scheduled to start at nine, but that just means nine thirty for me. It's okay to show up at your own party late.
Quinn comes over and we get ready together.
"You know I think you should just move in with me," I suggest as I put the finishing touches on my make-up and Quinn's fixes her hair for the millionth time.
"And for the thousand time you've asked since she moved out, I'm not going to do that," Quinn says.
"Why? We lived together for years," I say not fully understanding the issue.
"Brit, I owe your parents so much and now that I'm an adult I have to fend for myself," Quinn explains. "And I can't afford the rent before you even ask."
It's scary how well she knows me. "Now come on we're already late to your own party."
I laugh. "Since when have you known me to be on time to one of these things?"
She just laughs at me. We get to the club a little before nine thirty, that's Quinn's doing. I would've probably been an hour late if it wasn't for her. The place is filled with people and when I arrive everyone is wishing me happy birthday and giving hugs. I spot my parents and walk up to them.
"Happy Birthday, honey," my mom says then hugs me.
"Happy Birthday, princess," dad says and hugs me as well.
"Thanks mom and dad. This is great," I tell them.
"Anything for you," dad says. I really do have him wrapped around my finger.
I walk around the room and then take a seat at a table.
"Can I get you anything?" a waitress asks.
I look up to answer and I'm met with the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She's Latina with long brown hair that's tied back in a high ponytail, but it's her eyes that I'm staring into. They have to be the most chocolate color brown I've ever seen and they're beautiful.
I regain my composure quickly. "Yeah I'll have a cranberry and vodka, please."
"Okay. I'll be right back with your order," she says and walks away.
I don't take my eyes off her as she walks to the bar. It takes Quinn waving her hand in front of me before I stop staring.
"Wow Brit obviously much," Quinn says laughing.
"She's gorgeous," I whisper, but Quinn heard me.
"The waitress walking our way," I say quickly.
The waitress sets down my drink. "My name's Santana. If there's anything else you need Ms. Pierce, don't hesitate to ask."
"It's Brittany. Ms. Pierce makes me sound like my older sister and trust me she's not nearly as much fun as I am," I say, which earns me a light chuckle from Santana then she walks away.
"And you're laying it on thick. Are you feeling okay?" Quinn says while checking my forehead.
I slap her arm away. "Knock it off. She's cute and I was being friendly no big deal."
"Yeah tell that to the drool that coming off the side of your mouth. Plus you got your tone," Quinn says.
"What tone? I don't have a tone."
"Yes you do. Whenever you like a girl you get this huge smile than this little sly smirk plus your voice goes a couple of octaves higher."
I cross my arms over my chest and pout. "Whatever."
She's totally right I get this weird tone when I meet I girl I think is hot. I make my way to the dance floor and dance with my friends. I go around and as many as I can, and know, for coming. After a while I sit down in a booth with Kurt, Mercedes, and Quinn.
"Oh look there's your girl," Quinn nudges me and of course I look. That causes Kurt, Quinn, and Mercedes to laugh.
"Girl you're sprung," Mercedes says.
"Plus she'd never go for you," Kurt says.
Hold the phone. "What? Every girl goes for me. It's like in her DNA or something."
"No seriously, I heard her grumbling earlier about you being a princess and showing up late. She's feisty," Mercedes points out.
"So what I'm charming. She laughed earlier at my charm," I defend.
"Sweetie she was probably being nice. It is her job you know," Kurt points out.
"No you weren't there," I say getting a little angry. "In five minutes I could have her begging me to take her home."
"Okay then let's make a bet," Mercedes says. "One hundred dollars says that she denies you when you try to kiss her."
"I want in," Kurt says.
"I'm out. This is just going to end badly," Quinn tries to reason.
"You're on," I say and walk to the bar with determination. Santana had moved to behind the bar.
"What can I get you?" she asks.
"Well what's your specialty?" I ask with my best flirting smile.
"Almost heaven," she answers quickly.
"Oh I've never had that. I'll take one of those, please," I say.
She starts mixing the drink and she's pro. "Are you enjoying your party?"
"Yeah. It's been a blast."
"How old are you?"
"What do you do?"
"I'm a dance student at Juilliard."
"That's impressive. You must be really good."
"I'm good enough," I say. I learned the hard way a while ago to never have a huge ego. It has the tendency to drive the girls away.
She lays the drink in front of me and I try it. "Wow this is amazing. I guess your specialty is Almost Heaven. I hope that's in more ways than one."
She just smiles at me.
"Oh wait you've got something on your collar," I say getting up and leaning across the bar to brush her collar. Our lips are just inching from each other and then I close the gap between us.
We're kissing, but it lasts a few seconds before she pushing me away and slaps me across the face. "What the fuck? I don't even know you. You just don't kiss someone you don't know."
She takes off to the back. Josh, a family friend, comes over to me. "What was that? Someone get me the manager."
"No I'm fine." I say trying to play it off when my ego was absolutely bruised because even within those mere seconds I felt a spark in that kiss.
"No that was completely uncalled for and totally unprofessional." An older man and Santana emerge from the back room.
"That waitress," Josh points at Santana, "just slapped the birthday girl. I want her fired."
"She kissed me. She deserved way more than a slap in the face," Santana fires back.
The man looks at Santana. "That is no reason to slap the client. You're fired."
"What?" she exclaims.
"Everyone calm down!" I yell. "You're not going to fire her because if you do I promise you'll never have a catering company again." I threaten the man and he immediately rehires Santana.
Santana just storms back into the back and the manager follows. Josh makes sure I'm okay one more time before leaving himself. I make my way over to the table. Quinn's jaw is on the floor while Kurt and Mercedes are laughing.
"Shut up," I tell them. I pull out two hundred dollars and hand a hundred to Kurt then Mercedes. "I'm going home. I'll see everyone later."
I start leaving. "Wait up!" Quinn links her arm with mine. "Don't be too upset. Everyone gets regretted."
I shrug, but stay silent. When I get home I change and get into bed. I close my eyes and let my mind wander to Santana and that kiss.
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