Chapter 1

I crossed the busy road in the centre of Brooklyn heading to the diner I worked in. It was around eight in the evening and the rush hour was thick of everyone going home from work as I started it. I rolled my eyes in frustration having another long drag of my cigarette stood outside the diner. I looked to my right as I flicked my fag onto the sidewalk and noticed a blonde girl struggling with a bright pink suitcase. She wasn't dressed like a girl who lived in Brooklyn and more like those posh daddies' girl from Manhattan. She wore skin tight black skinny jeans, a cream jumper, cream high heels and gorgeous pearls dangling around her neck. Her blonde hair looked really windswept all around her face as she pulled her pink suitcase over the cracks and tried to avoid all of the chewing gum on the floor. I stood and watched, feeling fairly amused as people pushed past her. She looked up and noticed me staring and before I knew it, she was heading my way. Crap, I hope she doesn't ask me for help. She stood in front of me holding her suitcase tightly.

"Excuse me?" She asked, her voice was soft. "Can you show me the way to a job please?"

I blinked in surprise. Did she just ask me what I thought she did? "What?" I spoke, surprised.

She looked at me like it was the most of the obvious things in the world. Now she was stood closer, I noticed her eyes were the brightest blue and were really captivating unlike my hazel eyes.

"Can you take me to a job, please?" Her tone a little more pleading this time, another person budged her hard and she nearly went flying however I put my hand out to stop her from falling. She smiled at me as I steadied her and then put my hands on my hips to think. A job? Suddenly a smirk appeared on my face.

"Sure." I almost laughed. "Follow me"

She followed me into the diner that I worked in and I grabbed the attention of my midget boss.

"Han? Come her please?!" I called him seeing him talk to Earl, the DJ/ best person I know.

He scuttled over. Just seeing Han made me laugh. He was an extremely small Chinese man who knew next to nothing about American culture. He looked like a little girl.

"What can I help you with Santana? Is it about why you are 10 minutes late?" He asked looking slightly concerned. I looked over at Blondie who was now staring at me since Han said my name. Come to think of it, I don't know hers.

"No and actually, I'm 8 minutes late." I laughed to annoy Han. I knew he would never fire me since I was now his only waitress. No one wanted to work here. Even the other girl that used to work here has left to go to waitress in T.G.I's. Han looked at me confused and then noticed the girl next to me and was even more puzzled like someone dyslexic trying to work out a crossword puzzle.

I turned to look at the blonde girl ignoring Han and smiled smugly "So, what do you think?"

She looked at me confused "I didn't want a drink, I want a job." She pouted slightly.

"No, I've not brought you here for a drink. Why don't you waitress here?" I bit my lip to prevent bursting into loud laughter. She would never take a job like this. It was dirty and not well paid and she looked like she was used to a lot of money and never lifting a finger.

She pondered for a second and then smiled brightly "Yes, I would love to if the job is there." This time she smiled so big her pearly white teeth were shown. I gasped and was so shocked I was lost for words. She actually wanted the job? Is she crazy?

Han clapped his hands "Yes, great! I now have another waitress. Thank you Santana!" He gave a small jump. I turned to look at him with my eye brows raised.

"Oh you try and tell me you're a boy and not a girl. I am seriously not convinced." His bright smile was wiped off his face and I heard a small giggle escape from the girl beside me. I am not shocked or interested in anyone, ever. Even the guys I sleep with I just use for sex and kick them out straight after words. No feelings are the best way. I don't have a choice anyway, I never feel anything. But this girl here has me feeling two things I never feel; unexpected and interested. I want to know her name but don't want to ask. I didn't notice Han go off but he had as he ran over with a form and a pen.

"Right I need you to tell me some details, mainly for payment and insurance. Ok, first off…What's your name?" He asked, looking up from the form to look at her. The girl looked like she had to think for a second as she stared off into space and then smiled with a small nod.

"My name is Brittany. S. Pierce. My middle name is Susan by the way." She grinned, looking at me with a grin. I needed to get to work so I went off to the lockers and quickly got changed into my short dress. When I returned, I noticed Han and Brittany sat in a booth while she signed something. I got my notepad and took the first tables orders. As I was stood talking to Blaine (the chef) I felt someone touch my back softly, so I turned around abruptly about to give someone hell for touching without permission however Brittany stood still with a shy smile. I noticed she was wearing the same uniform as me, her blonde hair more controlled in two sides going past her cheek bones.

"I just wanted to say thanks for helping." She smiled. "I don't even know where I'm going to stay tonight but at least I've got one thing done." Her brow was furrowed in concentration and concern. Great, I better help her again. As funny as the thought of her trying to survive sleeping in the subway or the sewers was, I didn't want her dying on my conscience.

"You can stay with me if you want? Until you get on your feet." I suggested, looking at her with a shrug. It was no big deal. She squealed, jumping in the air and pulling me into a bone crushing hug. She was taller than me so my head just rested on her shoulder. Her arms were pulling me tightly around my waist.

I will never admit this to anyone, but it felt really good.