Well first I gotta say that English is not my first language and that any mistake is mine, also I don't have a beta reader so… and this is my frist time doing this thing at all, I have written things before but never had the guts to put it somewhere, anyway I'd like if you guys were good and reviewed.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my computer and a myriad of purple gloves… yes I am a warehouse 13 freak.
THE VEILED FAIRY SAVES THE DAY AGAIN.
THE CITY THANKS YOU VEILED FAIRY.
CITY SAVED BY A VEILED HEROINE.
In each and every newspaper and even in some magazines you put your eyes there was some sort of thank you or praise to this unknown woman who apparently was a hero in the city, brittany pierce was not as crazy as the rest about it, it did not please her at all that she had to see it, almost as much as the idea of having to interview Santana Lopez, the new artist that was making all the guys drool and all the girls want to be lesbians for her, yes in fact the woman was a lesbian, thing that didn't make it easy to interview for brittany, each and every time the woman went to interview Santana she would flirt with her all the way and would not stop until Brittany accepted her continuous date proposal, her words not Brittany's.
The blonde was in the building that housed the singer place, a luxury apartment that was almost as big as four times the blondes place. She called and waited till the raspy and sometimes sexy, sometimes harsh, sometimes beautiful... You get it, voice of the brunette woman answered through the interphone.
"Yeah?" said the brunette.
"It's Brittany, for the interview" answered the blonde.
A buzz sounded, letting Brittany know that she could go in, she pushed the door and entered the building, she looked around, it was a beautiful building, with a modern touch but still classy, a man then approached her.
"Good morning, my name is Will, how can I help you?" asked the man, who looked to be on his late thirties, early forties.
"I'm here to interview Miss Lopez, I know the floor already so no need for help thanks" Brittany said.
"Still I have to take you there in the elevator, rules of the place" the man, Will said.
"Okay then, you first" Brittany accepted.
They took the elevator and the man pushed the bottom of the Latina's floor, which was the last one and had ensuite elevator with its own code so only a few people could enter, they reached the floor and will announced Brittany's arriving, she got out of the elevator and Santana appeared from nowhere.
"Well, look who we have here" said the woman smiling.
"Santana... Will you ever stop with the flirting?" Brittany asked.
"No, not really, cause you see? It is so funny to see your face each and every time I do it, plus I know that you will fall some time, I don't know when but as you may see, I'm willing to wait" said Santana with a smirk.
"Okay then, we're moving on, where will the interview take place?" Brittany changed the topic.
"Here, you can sit there and I'll sit here, you want something to drink?" Santana said.
"A water would be good thanks"
Santana went to the kitchen and took a glass of water and a beer for herself, then came back ant put both things on the table between hers and Brittany's seats.
"Well, what can you tell me about the rumors about you and some guy being seen at some fancy restaurant?" Brittany asked going full reporter mode.
"Aren't we starting with the strong ones already... Well I can say that he's a friend, a gay friend, who I haven't seen since a lot of time until last Saturday, and I have to say that I am a very gay person as well, you should know it blondie, actually I don't really get why you are asking me this question, everybody knows I'm a lesbian and proud of it" the woman said.
"Off topic, isn't it a bit hot in here?" Brittany asked fanning herself.
"Yeah I know, the guy who fixes the air conditioning should be here this afternoon, until then this place is gonna be like a sauna" the Latina said smiling and gulping a quarter of her beer "I mean you would think that this place would be less hot being this high and everything."
"Yeah okay, hum, can you tell us something about your next record?" asked Brittany a little uncomfortable, they were having a normal conversation, that did not usually happen with Santana Lopez.
"Well I don't really even know when we start recording... It's a little weird right now so if we could move on to other questions" said Santana looking down.
"No problem, some people say that you are very injury prone, what can you tell us about it?" Brittany asked feeling a little pitiful of the woman in front of her.
"I'm a little clumsy lately, but I'm trying to keep myself alive" said the raven haired without an actual smile in her face to prove she was joking.
Santana gulped down the rest of her beer and went to put in on the table, but stopped and clutched her ribs, her face showing the pain she was feeling.
"Santana I... Are you okay?" Brittany asked concerned, she would not say it out loud but she liked this woman, she was kind of funny, and she was obviously gorgeous, sexy and all those other adjectives that described her perfectly.
"Yeah it's just... I, it gonna sound ridiculous, I fell off my bed the other day and I had put this thing beside it so I fell on top of it, it's just a bruise in the ribs it's nothing really, it just hurts sometimes" Santana explained, not even believing her own lie.
"You know, if you're being... Abused by someone..." Brittany started.
"WHAT! NO! I'm not being abused okay? That's what happened" said the woman getting defensive.
"I'm just saying that you can talk to me, we know each other for a long time already, you can trust me, if you ask me to, not a word would come out of my mouth, and you know it's not, weak to ask for help, it's actually pretty brave, and I like brave people... Just so you know." Brittany said getting up "Well I'm gonna leave you okay? My boss will have to do with the material I got, and if it's not enough then he can go to hell and interview Satan himself, I'm getting tired of that douche anyway... So... Goodbye, I'll show myself out okay? Don't worry, and... Take care."
The blonde picked her things up and got to the elevator doors in almost a minute, living the brunette a little confused about the last things that had being said.
"Brittany!" Why don't you bring me what I ask for! I asked you for a full interview with Santana Lopez and you bring me three bad questions, and one of them is not even answered! This is garbage and you know it, I'm starting to think you don't want this job as much anymore..." said Brittany's boss, Artie, he was kind of a douche to everyone but lately it has become his pleasure to be even more of a douche to Brittany who was starting to think about quitting.
"Well she wasn't feeling okay so I though, let's be a good person and leave her alone so she can take care of herself, I don't know that's what a good person would do don't you think?" said Brittany so close to actually yelling at her boss.
"You're not working here to be a good person, you're here to be a good reporter and get what your boss, ME, what he asks for, and you miss, did not bring what I asked for" said Artie.
"You know what? I'm tired of this, I'm tired of you, so you know what? You can go yourself and get that interview with Santana, because I quit! Goodbye and I hope I never have to see you again" said Brittany getting out of Artie's office with a loud bang of the door.
Brittany didn't have to pick a lot from her desk, if you can call a desk the coffee table in which she used to work, she didn't even need a box for her few belongings that consisted in her recorder, the bloc of notes that she always had in her bag and a pen, nothing that wasn't replaceable but still she wanted to take them seeing as she had to pay for them because Artie didn't want to give her the privilege of having ones owned by the magazine.
She said goodbye to the bunch of people who cared about her and proceeded to leave the building, "a coffee would be good..." she though. So there she was, in the nearest Starbucks waiting in line for her turn to get her caffeine fill when some woman turned to get out and was pushed, drenching the blonde in iced cappuccino and almost falling over her.
"Whoa, be careful lady" said Brittany catching the woman before she fell.
"I'm truly sorry, let me make it up to you, let me buy you a cup of coffee, and rebuy one for myself - said the woman smiling, Brittany thought that she seemed familiar, even with the huge sunglasses and the hat covering part of her face, that smile was pretty easy to recognize, Santana.
"Santana? It's you?" whispered Brittany.
"Wait, how did you recognize me? No one here did, did they?" Santana said looking around; the people were minding their lives and not caring about others.
"Nah I don't think so, it's the smile that gave you up, I could recognize it anywhere" said Brittany.
"Oh it's that so? Well lucky me you could, okay what about that coffee? What do you usually drink?" asked Santana.
"Actually almost what I'm drenched in, frappuccino, caramel coffee, thank you by the way" said Brittany.
"Yeah sorry again, some douche couldn't wait to get to the door and pushed me" Santana said. She then turned to the lady who asked what she wanted "yeah it will be an iced cappuccino and a caramel frappuccino, coffee."
"Eight thirty" said the lady while her coworkers were making the coffees, Santana gave her the exact cash and turned to Brittany to tell her silently to follow her to the end of the bar.
"Here you go, a frappuccino and an iced cappuccino" said the man that gave them their coffees.
"Thanks" said the two at the same time.
They got out of the place and walked with no direction.
"So, what are you doing? Grabbing lunch in work hours?" asked Santana with a smirk.
"No, from now I'm officially unemployed" said Brittany.
"What? How did this happen? Why did this happen? Should I speak with your boss?" said Santana getting a little angry.
"It's not your fault, and I quit, he didn't like that I left your interview with three questions, one of them not answered so he started being a bigger douche and I had had enough"
"Oh, okay, then... Good for you?" asked the raven haired woman.
"Yeah kind of, I still have to pay rent and buy groceries and all that so I need a work ASAP" said the blonde "by the way, what's with the glasses and the hat?"
"Oh, I'm undercover! Nah, I just didn't want people to recognize me, I like to have a normal life and the fans shoving pens and paper at my face kind of kicks the normal out of life" said the Latina.
"You know? You're actually funny when you don't try so hard" said Brittany.
"Why thank you, I'll take that as a compliment if you let me."
"You can take that however you want Santana, it's the truth."
Santana looked at Brittany and smiled, truly smiled for the first time at the blonde.
"You know? I have a friend who could use a good pair of hands; maybe I could get them to see you and maybe even hire you" said Santana, her face lighting up seeing Brittany's doing the same.
"And who might this friend of yours be?" asked Brittany.
"David Karofsky, he's..."
"The director of the most important paper of the city! Oh my good Santana I will be so grateful if you can do it! Thank you thank you thank you!" said the blonde hugging Santana.
"Well no problem girl, I know him since high school, he's a nice guy and I know he needs a new reporter, seeing as the last one got trapped in the hands of one mister Artie Abrams and I'm really sure he'll be proud to have you in his paper, I'll call him the moment I get home is that cool with you?" Santana asked.
"Cool? That's awesome! Thank you Santana really, you're a pretty cool person you know? When you show your niceness to people, you should do it more often" said Brittany.
"Yeah well, I've had some bad experiences by being nice, that's why I act how I act, but I don't know I kind of trust you, I know you're a good person and that you won't fuck up so yeah... Huh, I'm thinking of getting a cab home, you want to share it? Or is your place near? I could walk you and then call a cab" said Santana.
"I'll be happy to share a cab with you Santana, just don't ask to come upstairs, it's not pretty" said Brittany laughing.
The two girls hailed a cab and told the driver the directions to Brittany's place, which was the nearest of the two.
"And tell me, what were you doing at that Starbucks?" asked Brittany.
"Getting coffee, isn't it obvious?" said Santana.
" No, I mean that exact one, I know for a fact there is one closer to your place"
"Well, you see, in the one closer to my place, they already know me, they literally recognize my voice or something, plus they have on that Bieber kid on every minute I don't know how they don't get crazy…" explained the Latina.
"Oh, okay, I thought I had to get a restraining order" said Brittany laughing.
"Hey now! I'm not that much of a stalker thank you very much" said Santana playfully.
"Good to know. How are your ribs since yesterday, better?" asked the blonde remembering how Santana's face contorted in pain.
"Yeah, I'm all good now, doesn't hurt that much anymore."
"Great news, I'm happy to hear it."
"I heal fast, thanks for caring by the way" said the brunette.
"Even if you are a pain in the ass sometimes I still care about you, you know? Now that I'm thinking, shouldn't you get my number?" said Brittany.
"Well I always wanted to ask for it but thought it was maybe too much, but we can exchange if you want to" said Santana entering the flirt mode.
"Not for that you flirt! So you can give it to Mr. Karofsky and call me with whatever he tells you" said Brittany pushing the woman playfully.
"That's a good excuse too…" mumbled Santana.
They exchanged numbers and reached the blonde's place.
"What will it be until here?" asked the blonde to the driver.
"Nonsense, I'll pay for it, you get out of this cab in this minute or I'll pull you out" said Santana.
"Okay, thanks I think, we´ll be talking, bye."
Brittany got home and in her room, letting herself fall into the bed, falling asleep in less than five minutes.
A phone ringing woke her up, she got her phone from her back pocket and answered without watching the caller ID.
"Yeah?" she crooked.
"Hi Brittany, it's Santana."
"Oh, hi" said Brittany.
"Did I wake you?" asked Santana.
"Kind of, I was taking a nap, but don't worry, I'm awake now, what is it?"
"Yeah, uh, I talked to Dave, he said you're hired, no need for interview, you are to be there first time tomorrow, and that being your first day you can come in at ten instead of seven" said Santana.
"I, wow, really?" asked Brittany.
"No, I'm afraid I'm only kidding… you have to be there no later than nine, preferably eight."
"So you're not lying, you got me the job…" said Brittany still not believing the other woman.
"Of course I got you the job, Dave owned me a favor and I asked for this, got him to hire you without having to do the job interview that would have sent you to a long wait" said Santana.
"You're awesome."
"I know, most people tell me every time they see me."
"And full of yourself, but it's almost cute."
"Hey now, Santana Lopez doesn't do cute."
"Well she must be failing then because what she did for me was so cute, plus I like this cute side of her."
"You do?" asked Santana, Brittany noticed the change in her voice from playful to serious.
"I really do."
"Good to know" said Santana, the smile noticeable in her voice.
"Well it's being great talking to you but I'm surprisingly tired, even with the nap, so I think I'm going to go back to sleep."
"I won't stop you, sweet dreams beautiful, sleep well and good luck tomorrow, I'll call Dave to see how you are doing and if he likes you"
"Thanks, bye Santana."
Brittany ended the call and put her phone on the table beside her bed, put on her pajamas and turned her alarm on, tomorrow was going to be an exciting day.