Microfic: Also, Angels
How'd Rachel get Santana and Brittany to participate in "Run, Joey, Run"? This is not as good as Lucy's version.
The guys had been easy enough to convince-even Noah’s protestations were mostly for show, she knew-but now she needed two of the girls. For aesthetic reasons only, Santana and Brittany were her first choices. Tina and Mercedes would have provided stronger vocals, but they wouldn’t have looked right in the costumes. And so, Rachel Berry purposefully cornered the pair as they left the locker room after Cheerios practice.
“Oh, look, Britt, we have a stalker,” Santana greeted her.
Brittany got her deer-in-the-headlights look for a moment, but then she looked at Rachel. “It’s just Rachel, Santana,” she said, frowning, and Santana rolled her eyes.
“Did you want something, Ru Paul?” Santana asked, blinking.
Rachel drew herself to her full height, refusing to let the Cheerio intimidate her, but Santana just raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest, and Rachel began to lose her resolve. “As you know, our glee assignment-” she began, trying not to stumble over her words.
“Yes, as we know. Get to the actual point, Berry. We don’t need a recap of what just happened in rehearsal,” Santana said, already irritated. Brittany was tracing patterns between her shoulder blades, and she was itching to get the hell out of school.
“Well, for my project, I have decided to make a music video,” Rachel said hurriedly, seeing she was rapidly losing Santana’s attention.
“A music video?” Brittany asked, her eyes lighting up, which made Santana get the deer-in-the-headlights look this time.
But only for a split second. She narrowed her eyes at Rachel, who faltered again, but she’d peaked Brittany’s interest, so she went with that. “Yes,” Rachel said, directing her words to the blonde now, “and I’d like the two of you to be in it. As angels.”
“Angels?” Santana spit, but Brittany clapped her hands gleefully.
“You’d make a pretty angel, San,” she said sweetly, and Rachel could hardly keep herself from gaping as she saw Santana Lopez completely melt at that.
“All right, Berry. We’ll give you one afternoon,” she said briskly, recovering herself, and Rachel smiled widely.
“Splendid. You won’t regret this, Santana,” she assured the cheerleader, pleased with herself.
“I’m sure I won’t,” Santana sighed, rolling her eyes.
“Meet me in the choir room, tomorrow, three-thirty sharp,” Rachel ordered, turned on her heel, and headed down the hall.
“Britt,” Santana sighed, once Rachel was out of earshot.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Brittany wheedled.
“Yeah. Fun.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” Brittany murmured, leaning in close, and Santana shivered.
“Oh, you’d better,” she said, as they began to walk to the parking lot, and Brittany hooked her pinky with her own, which Santana knew was her promise.
The guys had been easy enough to convince-even Noah’s protestations were mostly for show, she knew-but now she needed two of the girls. For aesthetic reasons only, Santana and Brittany were her first choices. Tina and Mercedes would have provided stronger vocals, but they wouldn’t have looked right in the costumes. And so, Rachel Berry purposefully cornered the pair as they left the locker room after Cheerios practice.
“Oh, look, Britt, we have a stalker,” Santana greeted her.
Brittany got her deer-in-the-headlights look for a moment, but then she looked at Rachel. “It’s just Rachel, Santana,” she said, frowning, and Santana rolled her eyes.
“Did you want something, Ru Paul?” Santana asked, blinking.
Rachel drew herself to her full height, refusing to let the Cheerio intimidate her, but Santana just raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest, and Rachel began to lose her resolve. “As you know, our glee assignment-” she began, trying not to stumble over her words.
“Yes, as we know. Get to the actual point, Berry. We don’t need a recap of what just happened in rehearsal,” Santana said, already irritated. Brittany was tracing patterns between her shoulder blades, and she was itching to get the hell out of school.
“Well, for my project, I have decided to make a music video,” Rachel said hurriedly, seeing she was rapidly losing Santana’s attention.
“A music video?” Brittany asked, her eyes lighting up, which made Santana get the deer-in-the-headlights look this time.
But only for a split second. She narrowed her eyes at Rachel, who faltered again, but she’d peaked Brittany’s interest, so she went with that. “Yes,” Rachel said, directing her words to the blonde now, “and I’d like the two of you to be in it. As angels.”
“Angels?” Santana spit, but Brittany clapped her hands gleefully.
“You’d make a pretty angel, San,” she said sweetly, and Rachel could hardly keep herself from gaping as she saw Santana Lopez completely melt at that.
“All right, Berry. We’ll give you one afternoon,” she said briskly, recovering herself, and Rachel smiled widely.
“Splendid. You won’t regret this, Santana,” she assured the cheerleader, pleased with herself.
“I’m sure I won’t,” Santana sighed, rolling her eyes.
“Meet me in the choir room, tomorrow, three-thirty sharp,” Rachel ordered, turned on her heel, and headed down the hall.
“Britt,” Santana sighed, once Rachel was out of earshot.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Brittany wheedled.
“Yeah. Fun.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” Brittany murmured, leaning in close, and Santana shivered.
“Oh, you’d better,” she said, as they began to walk to the parking lot, and Brittany hooked her pinky with her own, which Santana knew was her promise.