"Miss. Miss!"
The annoyed look the old man was giving her as he tried to get her attention brought Brittany out of her boredom induced stupor.
The blonde had just started this new job this very week; she shouldn't be slacking off already. She straightened her back and took the man's company ID and electronic parking permit. He looked impatience so Brittany checked his validation as fast as possible even if there was no other car behind him. She gave him his receipt and documentation back and he quickly took off with an irritated huff. She hoped he wouldn't complain to her superior, Mr. Lynn but the man did look like he was in a hurry so maybe he wouldn't even remember.
This was her third day, and the previous ones had been pretty much the same; Boring. But she couldn't expect more from a parking lot security job.
She had finished college and she had to pay her loans on top of medical bills. Brittany had been struggling trying to find work after she was let go from her last job; where she barely made minimum age. Noah Puckerman, one of her friends, had offered to help her when she could barely make her share of the rent. She reluctantly accepted it; it was better than the alternative to resource to asking money from her father. Noah knew Mr. Lynn's boyfriend or something and had helped Brittany get the security job so she couldn't complain. Though what she really wanted was to apply for the Police Academy. Unfortunately, having turned twenty months ago, still made Brittany too young for it.
One the first day, Mr. Lynn showed her the facilities but only the main lobby of the fancy building and all the parking lot structure; which was surprisingly big for a not-so-tall building, taking up two underground floors. She was starting as a parking lot security guard so it wasn't required of her to know much about the rest of the building since for now, her job consisted only of guarding the parking lot area. Though Mr. Lynn explained he would thoroughly show her every floor of the building in the next couple weeks, because he might need her and ask her to fill in for another security guard at some point in the future. That was the most action she had at her job so far. And she was actually looking forward for when that happened.
The couple days she had worked had proven to uneventful and boring, but it was a fairly easy job. Brittany just needed to monitor the parking lot, do occasional rounds and making sure only authorized people got in and out. Despite there being cameras in each floor, she only had access to a couple of them from her stand, that showed the first underground floor, the outside gate and exit, so she could see the flow of cars.
A good surprise of her new job was the money. It was pretty decent and it would keep her off the streets and Noah off her back. So it would do just fine until she could apply for the Police Academy. Plus it would look good on her resume to work for such a prestigious company.
She still hadn't memorized its name, but she's pretty sure it started with an 'A', and all she really remembered was that the symbol was a golden wolf, or maybe it was a dog. She looked down at the crest in her uniform, and decided it looked more like a wolf.
Brittany checked the clock on the wall and saw it was only 3 pm. She had two more hours before everyone started leaving in masses of cars. Though she did notice, the cars came in waves. There's the one at 5pm then another at 5:30pm and the final one at 6pm. This company was very organized. Though there were always a few cars leaving a bit later, and the cars that stay overnight for whatever reason; her shifts so far had ended at 6:30pm and part of her job was to go check on those cars before she left to make sure only authorized cars stay as well. If there was more, she'll write it down so the next person on shift will deal with.
She thought the company was awfully strict with their rules. She had to remember to ask Puck what they make or even if they make anything. She couldn't ask Mr. Lynn or he might think badly of her.
Brittany didn't have much left to do. She had already done the paperwork for the day, and the list of car was updated. She tapped her pen against the desk, debating if she should go for a round.
She knew the security headquarters upstairs managed all the cameras, and would radio her if they saw anything, but she was still required to do rounds. There really was a high amount of security in this building.
The blonde rested her pen and decided to just get done with her round already. Just as she stood up, her phone rang. The theme of adventure time started playing on old phone. Her roommate's friend sold her for 5 bucks, so how could she refuse? It worked just fine for calls and was better than no phone at all.
"Hello?" Brittany picked up already knowing who it was.
"Brittany! Are you at work? Of course you are." The irritated voice of her roommate, Cassandra filled her ears. Cassandra July, that is. She was an actress that after a short-lived career on Broadway had moved to LA three years ago, to start anew. Brittany became her roommate almost a year ago, but they definitely weren't best friends.
"I won't be back today. Got stuff to do." Before Brittany could really say anything the woman continued. "The landlord said the interphone is broken, so don't bother."
"How am I going to get inside then?" Brittany questioned, she tried keeping the annoyance out of her voice.
"Figure it out. Not my fault you lost your key." Cassandra said, condescendingly.
"Look, I don't have time to go all the way to your workplace just to give you my key." The woman sighed into the phone, trying to defend her actions "Plus, Puck was lounging on our couch when I left this afternoon, maybe he's still there."
"But…" Brittany tried to protest, there was only a slim chance Noah was still at her place after that much time.
"I gotta go. Bye" She hung up and Brittany was left staring at her phone with a frown. Man that sucked. Why did she have to lose her keys this weekend?
The landlord, Mr. Heckles told her that it would take at least five days to get her a new key. And more if they had to change the locks, with an additional of 50 bucks for his troubles; which Brittany didn't have. She assured him, she had lost her keys at home and that wouldn't be necessary.
Even if she still hadn't found it.
She quickly called Puck's number, hopeful that he would still be in her apartment; she really didn't want to have to break in to her own place.
"Hey, B!" he answered cheerfully on the third ring.
"Puck! Are you home?" She asked hopeful.
"Well, if you mean your home, then yes, I am." He said with a nervous laugh.
"Oh, thank god." Brittany sighed in relief.
"Wow that's a first. Are you okay, Britt?" He sounded confused, it was probably one of the few times Brittany seemed happy he was lazing around her apartment, especially when she's not there.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She said rubbing her face. "It's just Cassandra called. She's not going back today, and I need someone to buzz me in. Oh, and the interphone is broken, so I'll just send a text."
"So I guess I'm staying over today. But damn, she's a bitch." He complained, and Brittany was pretty sure he was munching on something. "She's fine as hell but still a bitch."
"Ew, Puck. Don't remind me of you two." Brittany scrunched her face in disgust.
"Hey, it was a onetime thing. I ain't touching that beehive again." He defended himself but sounded utterly serious at the end.
Brittany tried to hold in her laughter, to no avail and Puck didn't seem to mind as he joined her.
"Thanks Puck." She thanked him after they stopped laughing. She felt a bit bad, thinking he would go to that much trouble and stay at her apartment. Which reminded her.
"Puck, what are you even doing there in the middle of the afternoon? " She blurted it out.
"Oh, I knew it was coming." She could practically see the way he was scoffing and rolling his eyes at the question.
"Noah…" She said in warning, his deflection not helping his case.
"Relax, I have today off. So I'm just chilling." He said, and she could practically hear his smirk. "I brought my X by the way."
Brittany nodded to herself but stopped, narrowing her eyes at his comment even if he couldn't see her. "Were you already planning on staying?"
"Urrrhh. Maybe." He heard the scoff from her and he already knew her next question.
"What is it now?" Brittany knew her friend was up to something. She just hopes it didn't involve her apartment.
"Well, there's this chick…" He started.
"Of Course…" She interrupted him with sarcasm.
"Hey, don't hate on the Puckerman charm." He could imagine Brittany rolling her eyes at him, but ignored. "Anyway, I have a date with this chick."
"Really?" She inquired skeptically.
"Well, yeah. She lives just a few blocks from here, so I thought it would be better to just stop by and do my thing." He said, and upon Brittany's silence he continued. "You know get in, get on and get out."
"You're such a pig, Noah." He was a good friend, and Brittany knew he cared about her, but his womanizing behavior wasn't something she condoned ever since they met in middle school.
"Dun hate it cause it aint'cha."
"Stop trying to sound ghetto, you sound like an ass." She held back her laugh at his ridiculous words to tease him.
"Whatever. Just come home in time for dinner, wifey." He teased back, knowing she hated when he called her that.
"Bye, Puck." She hung up without ceremony. She knew he would be laughing on the other end of the line either way.
Brittany picked up her flashlight and keys. She tightened the belt around her waist and entered the parking lot to start her round. She checked every car on the first floor, checking it off the list for her report as she went. Brittany saw the stairs and the elevator at the back end, and she went for the stairs, getting to the second underground floor and starting her work again.
Despite the very similar layout to the previous floor, this one was not that familiar to her. There were fewer cars in it, and they all looked fancy. She probably couldn't afford any of these cars in her entire life time. But she's grateful to have her trusty 1970 Ford Ranger F-100 that her dad fixed for her otherwise her life would be a lot harder to get around LA.
She checked another car off the list; a beautiful silver Bentley, when she noticed a car that seemed out of place. Beside all the expensive cars, there was a Toyota Avalon; which was a nice car that Brittany also couldn't afford, but it definitely stood out among the others. Taking a closer look, she noticed the windows were tinted. Like a lot, which was odd. She also realized the Avalon was right next to a second elevator, so it was a great parking place. Lucky person.
Brittany finished her list not long after, since there were only a handful of cars on the second floor. She came back to her security cubicle and just waited until her shift was over.
Later, as she stood outside her apartment building, hugging herself as the chilly wind hit her face; it was a cold day for LA and she had forgotten her jacket. She texted Puck to let her in, he buzzed her in seconds later, and she rushed inside grateful for the warmth of the hall. With her duffle bag over her shoulder, she practically ran the two flights of stairs eager to get home.
She was not surprised that the door was already open for her and there was heated chinese take out waiting for her at her kitchen table. Noah Puckerman could be an ass, but he was mostly a loving ass. As the man lounged on the couch, playing his game before his outing, Brittany checked the cabinets' doors, only to find that there was a new box of her favorite cereal, and a few other supplies.
She knew it wasn't Cassandra who bought it; she only ever bought her own food. It must have been Noah. Brittany got tired of telling him not to buy her food some time ago; he just brushed it off saying he ate her food anyway, but she knew he bought way more than what he ate. Brittany also noticed he came over a lot more often when he knew she was having financial problems. He did his lounging and acted like a sexuality active sloth but he was always making excuses to fill her fridge, or cabinet. He even 'accidentally' put credits on her prepaid phone a few times. He was probably the only person Brittany would take this kind of favors from, even if reluctantly.
It was just the way Noah was if he cared about someone; even behind his macho persona. He wasn't close to his real family but he treated Brittany as such. Puckerman was a pilot for private company. This meant he made some decent money, but he traveled a lot. He didn't mind the life style, but he did miss his non-jewish sister, as he called her. So when he was back, he usually spent more time at her place than his; to Cassandra's displeasure.
Brittany's apartment was no hotel; it was just a two bedrooms, one bathroom apartment with a small living room and a tiny kitchen. Yet, she still couldn't believe Puck found her couch or the apartment that comfortable. It was really good couch, but not as good as a real bed. He preferred on it but when Cassandra was bitching he slept at Brittany's on a sleeping bag.
Brittany smiled at her recently filled pantry and moved back to the couch. She ate her chinese food with a Dr Pepper while watching her friend play. By the time he left for his 'date' aka booty call, she was exhausted and head to bed for the night.
She got up before Puck; or even Cassandra got back from god knows where. Today her shift was of 10 hours, so she has to get there earlier and leave later; Mr. Lynn had told her that if she did two days of extended shifts, she could get some extra money and Brittany couldn't pass on that. She spied Puck asleep on the couch, and made him a few waffles for when he wakes up. He bought the supplies, so the least she could do was cook him something.
The drive had far less traffic at this hour so it didn't take long before she was already clocking in at her workplace.
As Brittany left the Employers locker where she left her duffle bag and changed clothes. The receptionist greeted her; they are practically the only people there. Aside from the janitor.
They hadn't interacted much since Brittany started but the brunette seemed really nice. Brittany smiled and greeted her back. The blonde was heading for the station at the parking lot while she scrunched up her face trying to remember the woman's name. Was it Matilda? Maybe Marlene…
She shrugged it off when she got to her cubicle. Brittany wasn't the best remembering everyone's name; she had already forgotten Mr. Lynn's first name to be honest. She checked the mess of paperwork the night guard shift left and she sighed. This guy was worst then her, and she had only just started. She read the name "Hudson, F" on the file, she hadn't met him yet, but she already disliked his sloppiness.
She stretched her back with a groan and went for a round, to check on the overnight vehicles. The parking lot was practically empty this early. Only three cars at the first floor.
When she gets to the second pavement, she noticed the Avalon from yesterday was already there. Only five cars stayed the night, she checked the list in her hand, and the Avalon wasn't one of them. That's really early for a car. She wonders whose it belongs to.
Putting her curiosity aside, Brittany finished her round and went back to her station.
Nothing much happened in her morning after the morning rush, where the workers came in waves just like in the evening. The cars were all secure and there wasn't much else to do. Brittany seriously considered brining in a deck of cards, but maybe that's unprofessional since she just started. She should be observing and reporting, keeping the parking lot safe. Even if there wasn't much to observe. Or report for that matter.
At lunch, she decided to just stay in her post. The few people that leave the building at this hour, had already left anyway. Mr. Lynn had told her, the building had a floor with a few shops where the employees could buy their food or anything they need. Brittany went there on her second day, but everyone looked really fancy and she felt a bit out of place. Not to mention, the food looked way too expensive for her.
After that, she started bringing her own lunch. Brittany had made two peanut butter sandwiches before she left and was now munching on one as she waited for the hours to tick by.
She saw movement in one of the cameras and it pick up her interest. She noticed the car from this morning approaching coming up the ramp. And she realized this would be the first time the shiny black Avalon would actually go through her.
The car came to a stop right at her station's window. The driver rolled the tinted window down and Brittany's breathing nearly stopped.
The most beautiful girl came into view. Her eyes were dark and expressive. Her dark hair tied in a neat pony perfectly displayed her beautiful face. Her cheek bones defined and full. She was barely wearing make-up, which surprisingly made her seem even more beautiful.
Brittany just stared dumbly at the woman.
The woman intriguingly stared back for a while. That is, she decided to end the silence.
"Hey." It's not stern or rude as any other driver had treated Brittany in the past days when she took too long. It was soft, her voice raspy but light.
"Hi." Brittany mumbled back blushing furiously at her inability to function.
The woman grinned; her smile making her even more beautiful if that was possible. Probably realizing Brittany wouldn't say anything else. She extended her hand giving Brittany her ID and parking permit.
Brittany stared at the hand for a minute before remembering what her job was. She tried to ignore as her face heated up even more.
She wanted to talk to the woman, to hear more of that beautiful voice. But nothing came to the blonde's mind.
"What's your name?" Brittany blurted out. She wanted to kick herself for sounding so lame.
The woman really had the most beautiful laugh, Brittany realized as the brunette gave a light laugh. She didn't seem to be making fun of Brittany for whatever reason. She just seemed amused, as she held her smile firmly in place. She seemed surprised at her own reaction. Brittany got the impression, she didn't smile very often.
"It's Santana." She looked straight into Brittany's eyes and the blonde's heart sped up so fast, she could barely stutter out a reply.
"I'm Brittany."
"I know." She said, her smile gentle. Brittany just looked puzzled, and Santana pointed to the blonde's chest where her ID was displaying her name. Brittany could slap herself. She checked the woman's validation, she realized why the woman looked amused at her question; the ID card she was given also displayed the woman's name: Santana Lopez.
Brittany felt hot embarrassment creeping onto her. She was never so out of it in her life.
Santana still seemed amused, as the blonde handed her documents back. She muttered a quiet thank you. Their hands lingering perhaps longer than needed in the exchange.
Brittany wished her a good day, and just like that the woman was out of her life. Or so she thought.
It slipped Brittany's mind that Santana would have to come back, so in less than 20 minutes; even before the usual people got back from their lunch hour, there it was the car again. The window rolled down again, and there it was Miss Santana Lopez already smiling at her. She had such a pretty smile, her full cheeks had cute dimples on them that popped out brightening up her face.
Brittany just clocked her Santana's car in; she really wanted to ask her something but again, she found herself tongued tied. The brunette seemed to be in a hurry though, so maybe it was for the best. Despite her haste, Santana wasn't rude to Brittany in any moment. She gave the blonde a nod before driving back to her spot on the second pavement.
The afternoon was uneventful especially comparing to the excitement Brittany felt at meeting Miss Santana. And also considering the lack of Santana in the afternoon. The mysterious brunette wasn't just beautiful. There was just something about her eyes. They were deep and dark. There was so much behind those eyes. Something in her made Brittany want to get to know her. And the blonde just couldn't explain it.
After the evening rush with the masses of cars leaving, Brittany sighed as she sat more comfortably in her chair. Since her shifted ended later today, she had brought a candy bar to hold her until dinner. She was chewing on the crunchy treat while staring into space when movement caught her eye again. And Brittany noticed with excitement the black Avalon making its way to her station.
She glanced at the clock near her desk table and saw it was 7:08, later than her usual shift. Brittany figured that's why she hadn't seen Miss Santana until today.
Brittany searched her brain for anything she could ask the woman. She really wanted not to be so lame and be actually capable of small talk.
The car pulled up, and Santana was already there staring up at Brittany.
"Hey." She whispers, smile tugging at her lips.
"Hi." Brittany dumbly replied once again.
She took the document for a second time today, and scolding herself for not coming up with anything better.
"Long day?" She tried the first thing that came to her mind.
"Something like that." Santana dropped her gaze as she sighed. And Brittany just wanted to sit beside her and watch her talk for the rest of the day. She must have gotten distracted in her staring because before she knew it, Santana was speaking again.
"Nice watch." She grinned, eyeing the robot watch on the blonde's wrist as it peaked out of her uniform.
Brittany's face heated up, she resented her lack of memory for forgetting to take off her watch for work; the robot shaped watch was a birthday present from her dad, and secretly her favorite. She's almost sure she nodded to Santana but the blonde was too busy blushing.
Santana saved her from embarrassing herself, still smiling at her.
"Have a good night, Brittany."
"You too, Miss Santana."
The Avalon left the parking lot, leaving Brittany alone to her thoughts. She really wanted to see Santana again. Perhaps her job wouldn't be so boring after all.
Author's Note:
Disclamer: This is a work of fiction and not canon, like at all. And Brittana does not belong to me.
I had this story up for a lil bit and since some of you showed interested I decided to post it in here as well. This is just the beginning, and the first chapter it's just to get a feel on Brittany's background. The first couple chapters will be in her POV, but it will change later on.
Warning though, this will be slowburn even if it's based on a GKM prompt so bear with me. I won't post the prompt here because it would spoil some of the story. If you are curious though, just PM me and I'll gladly answer it. Thank you.
Also, all mistakes are mine.
Please let me know if I should continue. Thanks for everyone who supported this.
Ducks.