Author's Note: I own nothing sadly; new story, though I should be working on finishing my other one, I got this idea and it has taken me forever to write it out. It is not done though! So don't worry my beloved Brittana lover's, it is not done ;) and thank you to my beloved carebear(bestfriend) for she edited my failure of the english language. You'd think I'd be good at it cause I speak it, but really, I'm not! Okay, well I guess I shall let you read the beginings of a new end :P
"Lopez, would you come in here for a second?" Mr. Schuester calls from his office door. Santana grumbles as she pulls herself up from behind her desk. Sure she loved to write, but working in this shit-hole wasn't quite her decision.
"Yes sir?"
"I'm sending you to interview the local dancer who has just returned from an extensive dance tour that took place over seas. You're to write a suitable article describing her past history and all that you feel necessary, understood?" He looked up momentarily from his screen to hand me a piece of paper with a name and address scribbled. She forced a suitable fake smile on as she proceeded out of his office.
"Ugh, finally I have something worth doing in this shit hole. Now off to a Ms. Pierce's house. Joy…" She doesn't hide her annoyance with the current assignment as she marches down the stairwell towards Mike Chang's office on the main floor.
"Hey Ching-Chang, can you give me a ride to my new victim's joint?"
"Satan, where's your car? I thought you said it would be fixed by now." Mike looks up from his monitor, clearly annoyed.
"Yeah, well it's not. Can you drive me? Or would you rather me go ask Tina?" Santana note's the goofy grin that he fights, failing, as he grab's his keys from his desk drawer.
"No, I shouldn't let you both her again. Last time I allowed that you where clearly drunk and-"
"Okay, then lets go homophobic Chang."
"I'm not homophobic; I just would ask that you please not feel my girlfriend up, because I wouldn't buy you another drink." He flashes a knowing smile as they made their way into the parking lot.
"Hey, we both agreed that that would never be brought up again. I may have had one too many drinks and I was just beginning my rainbow journey into my new found world."
"Sure sure, just get in the car."
The drive there was painfully long; this chick literally lived on the other side of the city. The only good that came of the ride was it gave Santana some time to think of some questions that could give her a good enough article that she can keep her job. They pulled up to a neon green house with paint splatters of other neon colour's everywhere. Like literally neon, it hurt Santana's eye's to try and read the white number's on the house.
"You sure this is the place? It look's more to be a psychotic-rainbow loving war veteran. Not a dancer's house, maybe an exotic dancer, or entertainer as they like to be called. But not a normal dancer."
"Yup, this is the address. Hey maybe I'll be lucky and she'll be a sexy exotic entertainer." Santana chuckles as she closed the door on Mike mumbling something about those kinds being way too expensive. She approached the door, truthfully worried some crazy rainbow puking unicorn is going to come out of no-where and trample her; like a bizarre acid trip from when she was in high school. Good time's. She knock's on the door and waited as nothing happened.
"Great, she's not even here." The Latina grumbled to herself as she turned to leave. A large crashing sound followed by a long line of unintelligent curses, came from around the side of the house making Santana jump and almost fall off the stupid deck.
"Hello? Sorry! Stay there for a sec, I'll be right around. It's just, Lord Tub's got stuck in the gutter, or so I thought, and… Just wait!" a voice sounds from an unknown source.
"Um ok." Santana mumbles as she tries to find a place to sit, finally deciding to just position herself on the first step as she waits. Going through her notes; Santana begins to drift out of her current situation, looking back to the night before with a spicy blonde with delicious hazel eyes. Not her favorite, but she was cheep and easy to get on such short notice. Hey, don't blame her; Santana only just came out of the closet a few months ago after dumping her boyfriend Sam that she had been dating for two years. She had to do some making up for it.
"Excuse me?" a light voice pulled Santana out of her daydreams, and she found her self looking into indescribably beautiful blue eyes. She found herself unable to speak, unable to do anything other than stare with her jaw unhinge; probably drooling like a complete tool.
"Hi to you too I guess" Brittany giggled at the dumbfounded Latina.
"Uh, Hi. I'm- um- here to interview you?" Santana manage to work out, stumbling over her words far to much to look like a proper news paper writer.
"Oh okay! Here, let me just unlock the door. Sorry about the mess I've been trying to repaint my house. I was so bland and I attempted to paint it rainbow. But it's really hard, and just looks like unicorn vomit, and not even the pretty kind. It looks like the chunky kind." Brittany carried on talking as Santana wandered aimlessly into the house. Boxes where everywhere and what looks like the living room is stacked with paint can's and possibly a couch, or a dead body lying across some milk crates. "Sorry, the couch is actually a single bed."
"Classy" Santana states as she makes her way over to the 'couch' and sit's down rather gracefully; Brittany couldn't help but notice the way the Latina's skirt came halfway up her thigh's and how the black heel's she wore made her legs look like chocolate milk. Silky smooth, chocolate milk being poured into places that are unsuitable for proper thought. But Brittany couldn't care less. She took a seat across from the Latina; on a milk crate; and stared into the dark brown eyes of this nameless woman in her living room.
"So, Ms. Peirce; you have just returned from a world renowned trip around the world for dance, how would you say your experience was while you where in other countries?"
"Brittany."
"Pardon?" Santana tried to keep her gaze glued to her note book, trying to avoid the blue eye's that made her mind turn to mush.
"My name's Brittany; I'm not a fan of being called Ms. Peirce, I'm not my mother you know."
"Yeah… sorry. Okay, Brittany, how was your experience?"
"What's your name?"
"Um… Pardon?" She couldn't avoid it this time, Santana was greeted with a smiling face, blue eye's that asked so many questions, yet said nothing; this struck her as amazing. Brittany's blond hair sat neatly over one shoulder and all she wore was a white sports bra with paint splatter's and overall's with the shoulder's down; also covered in neon paint colour's. Pale skin; Abs to be exact; where making Santana's hormones spike as her desire to feel them started to peak at irresistible.
"You're name. You know my name, so is it only fair that I know yours?" Brittany asked the gapping Latina.
"Oh, um- Santana… Lopez. My name is Santana Lopez…" Santana practically blubbered out. Seriously, the English language was failing her today; she might as well just be speaking in Spanish.
"Nice to meet you Santana" The way Brittany Purred her name made Santana's ache to just run her hands down the blonds' impeccably body.
"Now will you please answer my question?" Brittany's face scrunched up, making Santana giggle before she could cover it with a cough. Brittany had no intentions of answering Santana's question's, so she responded with a quick nod 'no' making Santana sigh heavily before closing her note book.
"Okay, if you won't answer my questions, what would you like to do?" Santana mused with the stubborn blond; really just wanting to get her job done so the thoughts of potentially raping a stranger would be out of her head.
"How about… You meet me at Breadstix for supper tomorrow night, and I'll answer some of your questions. Because right now, I'd rather us just… get to know each other. I may be out of line here, but right now I have a sexy Latina in my living room, and I'd rather enjoy taking advantage of that."
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