AN: I don't know where this came from, but it's been wasting away on my laptop for months now, so I hope you enjoy. It was meant to be a one shot but I had to break it up into three parts because it kinda of took on a mind of its own. Anyway, let me know what you think.

For the third time that day, I clutched tightly to the stack of papers in my hand, ready to deliver them to my awaiting boss. As I rounded the corner, heading for the stairwell, I couldn't help but huff in annoyance.

"Heading up to Mr Reynolds again Brittany?"

I nodded my head to the janitor Mr Bike as he passed me, also for the third time.

It wasn't one to complain, I'm strong, and I could easily handle the weight of all the papers I was currently carrying. Only, my boss's office is all the way up on level 45 of our building. My homely, although others may say tiny office, was way below on a measly level 2.

Apart from being completely ridiculous, I mean who on earth would put that much of a gap between boss and employee, it was merely an inconvenience.

Take the elevator, its simple, only I'm not a huge fan of elevators.

One hot summer's day, visiting my mom in her new office for the first time, I'd taken the elevator with my little sister like any other human would do. Everything was fine, until it wasn't. Six hours later, me and my sister were pulled safely out of the stuck elevator with only terrible nightmares to show for the whole ordeal.

Ever since that day, I would try my damn hardest to never take another elevator again, if I could help it. If that meant walking up thousands of steps everyday, I'd do it.

I continued on down the hallway to the stairwell, glancing eagerly out of the windows to the dark outside world as I went. It was ten in the evening and it was my last duty of the day. Deliver the very important statistics to my boss, simple. I didn't usually work this late, only there was some huge crisis going on, so here I was.

As I readied myself once again to take the long trek up the stairs, the ding on the elevator sounded making my heart speed up all the little more.

I tried to ignore it, clutching the papers tighter as the wind from the open window threatened to blow them all away, but as the doors glided open I couldn't help but stop and stare.

A gorgeous blacked haired Latina stepped slowly out of the threshold, her long nimble fingers clutched impatiently to her phone as she studied her surroundings with an endearing scowl.

"Yes, I'm on my way dumbass. Of course I Do. No I can take care of myself thank you. Please he's as much of an ass as you are, I'll be fine." She spoke.

I giggled slightly at her, something about the way she insulted whoever was on the other end of the line, made my funny bone tickle.

"Ok, hang on. Hey you," She shouted.

I stopped my little laughter to gaze un-expectantly into her intense chocolate brown eyes. Was she talking to me? Of course she was talking to me, who else would she have been talking to?

I quickly swivelled my head around to double check that we were alone, just in case she wasn't talking to me and I made a fool out of myself. When I saw that the coast was in fact clear, I turned to address her with my perkiest of smiles.

"Yes?" I asked rather unsure of myself.

"Is this the level for accounting?" She asked as the doors to the elevator tried, in vain, to close on her.

I cringed instantly wanting to scream at her to get out of the way. Only she barely even flinched, she casually pushed at the closing doors to re-open them like it was no big deal.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and cleared my thoughts, of scary elevators and trapped confide spaces, before calmly answering her.

"No, it's level 30, 31 or 32 depending on who you wanna see," I told her. "But really depending on the person they could be anywhere."

"Crap," She mumbled, but when I furrowed my brow in question she quickly addressed me again. "Not you," She laughed "thanks for answering me by the way, could you just hang on a sec?"

I smiled proudly to myself at how steady and level my voice came out, as she turned to look away and mumble something into her phone.

I stood awkwardly in the same position, with the heavy papers still clutched in my hands, as she argued with the occupant on the other end of the line.

Occasionally she would catch my eye and give me a little apologetic smile. I laughed as she rolled her eyes dramatically and made rude gestures into the phone as she talked. I wondered briefly if she was doing them for my benefit, she must have been, they never failed to make me giggle.

When she finally hung up in exasperation, pushing at the closing lift doors for the fifth time, she turned to smile at me sweetly while pocketing her mobile.

"Sorry about that," She said while gesturing to the device now in her tight grey jacket pocket.

I shrugged lightly, which was extremely difficult with the papers in my hands, before returning her smile.

"Its ok," I told her around a laugh "I'm happy to help."

I cursed inwardly at my cheesy words, damn she's gonna think I'm a freak, but she merely smiled bashfully at me.

"Well thanks," she stated "But… can I be more of a pain and ask you another favour?"

I eagerly nodded my head, maybe a little too eagerly but she smiled brightly at me none the less.

"Great thanks," She said. "I'm looking for a Mr Adamson's office, you wouldn't happen to know where that is would you?"

She looked to me almost desperately as I paused to rack my brain. I'd heard of the name but I couldn't quite figure out why. He must be important, for me to know him, but I just couldn't put a face to the name.

I looked up to find desperate pleading eyes, this must have been important. Why else would she be searching for this guy at ten in the evening? It broke my heart that I couldn't give her the answer she needed.

"I'm so sorry," Her face instantly fell crushing my already broken heart. "I just… I can't figure out who he is. I know him or I think I do but…"

I was rambling, and when she coughed awkwardly into the silent corridor I instantly clamped my mouth shut in embarrassment.

"Sorry," I mumbled again because I desperately wanted her to know that I cared and I was genuinely upset that I didn't have an answer for her.

"Its ok," she tried to reassure but I could hear the disappointment and desperation in her voice. "I'll figure it out… Somehow," She finished.

She laughed bitterly, shaking away the thoughts in her head. I tried desperately to rack my brain one more time, but nothing. I watched dejectedly as she stood back slowly into the elevator, racking her eyes over all of the numbers with confusion.

She looked so small, even with her sexy heels on making her tan legs look extra long and alluring, the elevator and its countless buttons made her look so insignificant.

As she reached a hand slowly out to press one of them, I snapped into action.

"Wait?" I called while lunging forwards.

I couldn't believe what I was doing, as I crossed the point of no return into the elevator I took a deep calming breath to steady myself.

As the doors slowly closed, confiding us both, I looked desperately to her as my heart pounded.

I knew if I thought about it too long I would freak. I didn't want to do that, especially in front of her. I didn't even know her, but I could just feel this connection between us. Somewhere in the back of my mind the world was telling me to help her.

"What's your name?" I blurted.

I knew I was being rash and a bit forward. She looked taken aback by my little outburst but she soon relaxed again. A small smirk formed on her lips, almost like she had hoped that I would follow her.

"It's Santana," She told me.

Santana, I liked how it rolled around my mind. It suited her, it was perfect.

"I'm Brittany by the way," I said.

The disappointment in her eyes before slowly faded as she relaxed back against the elevator wall. She eyed me up quickly making my skin un-expectantly tingle before her eyes landed back onto mine.

"It's nice to meet you… Brittany" She said while extending her hand to me.

I observed the hand in front of me with a chuckle before I locked my eyes slowly back onto hers. She caught my laughter with a confused tilt to the head before I saw the realisation in her eyes.

Retracting her hand slowly, she smiled bashfully at me with a slight hint of a blush on her cheeks.

She shouldn't feel embarrassed though; people naturally shake hands with someone when they meet them. It's just unfortunate that both of my hands where occupied.

I wish they weren't. I would've been nice to shake her hand, to feel what her tan skin felt like against mine. It just looked so smooth and soft; I bet it would feel amazing.

I shook the thoughts away in my head as my eyes focused away from the skin on her hands. She must have caught me staring because she blushed even deeper. Maybe she thought I was staring because of what she had done before. I wanted to correct her, but then I realised; that would've been creepy.

I had to do something though to put her at ease, so I blurted out the first thing that came into my mind.

"I'm actually petrified of elevators-" As soon as the words had left my lips I gripped tightly to the papers in my hands with embarrassment and fear.

I wasn't supposed to be thinking about it, so why did I bring it up.

"What?" She asked like she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

I blushed and avoided her eyes as I focused on controlling my breathing. I must have looked terrified because she shuffled slowly across the elevator to place a tentative hand on my back.

"What the hell Brittany," she said while stroking calmly up my back. "Why on earth did you get in then?"

Why did I? I wasn't thinking really I just didn't want to leave her lost in the building with just my unhelpful knowledge to go on. I wanted to help. Although I was failing miserably at that too, I didn't even know how high we had climbed, or what button she had pressed.

I shrugged lightly and chuckled as my breath became shallower. I could feel myself panicking but I tried to ignore it, focusing on her instead. Her soothing hands continued to rub affectingly over my back and I could now smell the wonderful scent of her shampoo, coconut. I greedily inhaled the scent letting it calm me.

For a second it worked. I felt completely relaxed as I closed my eyes, letting the aroma take me back to a recent Holiday to Hawaii. I pictured myself relaxing on the beach, soaking up the sun as my sister rubbed sun tan lotion into my back. The feel of hands actually rubbing my back made the memory more prominent, except the image of my sister quickly turned into the sexy Latina in front of me. I could feel my skin heating up, as I exhaled and relaxed my shoulders, when everything came crashing back.

The elevator jutted to a stop making me squeal in shock. My eyes flew open searching frantically around me as the memories of Hawaii faded away and Santana in a bikini.

Instead, I was met with a pair of concerned brown eyes as they desperately searched my own.

"Brittany-" She said while grasping tightly to my arms to stop me looking desperately around. "Its ok, we just stopped at a floor."

I heard the words whispered calmly to me; saw her striking features try to smile reassuringly. I tried desperately to push this irrational anxiety out of my body. She was amazing, calming me down when all I'd done was add to the stresses of her day. I could see in her worried body language that she was late for somewhere but she never once brought it up or snapped at me. She just comforted me like it was no big deal. I wanted to repay her, to thank her for everything and help her to find whoever it was she was searching for, but when the doors to the lift slowly opened, I was out of there quicker than she could say…

"Wait!"

To be continued …