"Daddy, I'm fine. I'm old enough and I'm starting to live a life on my own. And yes… I already mentioned 2 minutes ago that this apartment is safe..." Brittany has a huge grin on her face while talking to her dad who is currently putting up desperate offers on the other line so she will move back to LA. She's still in the process of moving stuff from the car to her apartment unit. She did not bring a lot with her to New York... just her "I can't live without them" items and some important documents.

She's been on the phone with her dad for 15 minutes but she is not irritated at all. She has the best parents in the world and she can't think of any reasons to dislike them. Her parents want her to stay in one of their houses in LA but she wants to live on her own and earn money by doing what she loves… dancing. She got a Finance degree and worked as a Financial Analyst as a start and went up the ladder on her dad's multi-million dollar company. She's great at what she does… but she hates those who judge her skills just because she is the owner's daughter. She ignored the nasty side comments at work and did better… once she saved enough money, she confessed to her dad that she wants to resign and move to New York to put up a dance studio. Her dad was a little upset at first… not because she was resigning but because she will be moving out of the state.

"What was that sweetie?" her dad asked when he heard a thump. The books she was carrying fell down. She let out a sigh. She has to put down the boxes she's carrying to put the scattered books on top again… she was so close to her door it just has to happen at that moment. She was ready to put down the boxes but some girl is already picking up the books and started placing it back on top. She just mouthed the words "Thank You" because her dad is still bugging her on the other line. "My books fell down but someone is helping me with them now. I'll have to call you later though coz I'm a little tired and I want to finish transferring stuff", she doesn't mind talking to her dad but she still has a few boxes left in the car.

"Okay sweetie. I love you. And if you want a bigger apartment somewhere in Midtown, I'll help you pay for it..." Her dad just won't let it go. He wants her to get an apartment close to Quinn's so he won't worry too much. "Well I love you too. And thanks but I don't need a bigger apartment, the one I have now is just fine." She was now at her door and the other woman even opened it up for her. She mouthed the words "Thank You" again coz now her mom is on the line and is telling her to take care. When the call ended, the girl who helped her already left and she was not able to give proper thanks. She mentally noted to give something back to the girl when she sees her again.

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"Hey San! What's up with you? You look like a mess." Santana wants to deny it but she knows Puck can see through her… they've been friends since forever and it's a good thing he asked because at least she can vent out. He will eventually find out anyway.

"Well Rachel just gave me accounts that I'm 101% sure has already been audited by Cedes. She just wants me to mess up because I gave her a great report. I want to quit you know… but no… no I can't! Why?! Coz that woman is actually paying us so we can survive this goddamn life!" She was fuming. She hated Rachel ever since she worked for her and the feeling never changed... Now, Rachel is on top of her most hated people list. She admits that she is working in a great company though considering the salary and benefits they got – and she loves New York. She shares an apartment and a car with Puck, they work in the same company anyway and they always stick together so sharing was never a problem. One thing they don't share though is their boss's hatred. Rachel appreciates Puck and whatever he does but she never said anything good about Santana. That woman was obviously still insecure because her boyfriend Brody used to have a thing for her... but she never entertained him. She dumped the guy the first time he asked her out and emphasized she likes girls… and girls alone.

"Just ignore her. You're good at what you do anyway and whatever she'll say or ask you to do... I know you'll ace it." Puck smiled at her genuinely and she felt better. "You need to get laid tonight though San... looks like you need one. Impromptu party?" he added with a smirk. She just looked at Puck and he knew it's a yes. She just wants relief from the stress her work is giving her. "It's settled then… food, booze and girls coming up in 2 hours Ms. Lopez!" Puck grabbed his phone immediately and started sending out messages. To whom, she doesn't know... what she knows is her best friend knows a lot of hot girls interested in her.

"By the way, there's a new girl next door." She tried to say it as bland as possible but Puck's eyes flickered when he heard her. This guy knows her a little too well. "Ah looks like you don't need my help after all Lopez. Is she hot? I might want her as well." Puck was teasing her… he knew she wants to have a one night shot with the new girl and they never share women. It is not a rule they agreed on… it just naturally happens that once he or she does someone they lose interest on the girl.

She tried to respond as if she doesn't care. "I'm just stating a fact. You might see her soon and I don't want you to act surprised. Besides she is not that hot." "Ooh... not that hot eh? But the point is she's still hot. I should really check this girl out. We should invite her and her roommate later... and be the very welcoming neighbors. Chicks dig that!" he added with pleasure. The mere mention of the word roommate intrigued her. Based from what she heard earlier, she's positive that the girl was alone… but now that Puck stated it, the next-door apartment is for two people. She started thinking of a few "maybes" but decided to throw it all away. She doesn't even know the girl. All she knows is she's hot and she wants to sleep with her. That's it.

"Trust me Puckerman. That girl is not hot. Go get some booze and bring the girls... I'll clean up", she said it pointedly hoping that Puck will believe her. Of course she was lying. The blonde hair, the calm blue eyes and the cheerful aura the girl had while she was talking to her boyfriend on the phone was perfect. The girl was in a large hoodie and a pair of leggings… covered… but still sexy. Her thoughts about the girl vanished when Puck played with her hair and said goodbye… "San, be right back in 2. Clean up or I'm getting all of them tonight."

It's been a few hours already since the party started. Some were tipsy, others drunk and Puck is in his room doing what he's got to do. There are a few people from work and some random girls that Puck managed to bring. Sugar came as well, a crazy close friend, who is also a Berry & Co. investor. She invested a huge amount of money in the company because she doesn't know what to do with them and she wants to secure both Puck and Santana's position.

"Let's play everyone!" Sugar shouted with conviction and turned off the music. Santana knows Sugar well… she gets what she wants and what she wants now is for everyone to take part. Santana doesn't move from her spot though… She has an idea what the game will be and she doesn't feel like kissing any of the girls… especially the boys… in the party. "Santana?" Sugar looked at her with questioning eyes. "I'll join after a few rounds… Please?" She just doesn't feel like fooling around today. Sugar neither gave her a reply nor a nod but she knows it's okay.

Following a few rounds of kissing, drinking and dares… some already said goodbye because they do have work tomorrow… just like herself. A few minutes later, Puck came out of his room beaming with satisfaction. "What are you still doing out here San? You should go to your room with the lucky girl. Anyone you like here?" he asked with a grin but with slight confusion. "Nah. I don't feel like doing it." There was a bit of sadness in her tone when she replied. There are instances she wants to lay low with sex, with girls, with partying and with work most especially but she has no choice… that's how her life goes.

"You know what San, I was wrong." Puck said in a serious tone. He seldom gets serious and she found this surprising and confusing at the same time. She didn't know why her best friend is telling her he was wrong. He didn't even do anything… so she just looked at him with one of her eyebrows raised. "You don't need to get laid… you need someone for you... You need a girlfriend." "What?!" she jumped out of her seat and looked at Puck with surprise. "Puck, you know me… I don't want a relationship… I will never want a relationship! I'm happy with what I have now." She was not mad but she said it out loud to convince Puck and herself. "Calm down San." Puck laughed… they both relished the silence but he continued, still with a serious tone… "And you're right, I know you... and I know that you feel miserable inside. Why don't you meet someone for once and try out the relationship thing."

She doesn't know what to say. She attempted to take part in a relationship back in college but it didn't work well… in fact, it never even started when the girl blew her off. She also observed her friends who got their hearts broken and concluded that nothing good ever comes out of it. "I feel great! Come on! I love what we do… we party, we don't take women seriously. This is the life." She almost said the last part in a whisper. "Okay. Let's get drunk then." Puck said softly... then handed her another bottle of beer.

They drowned themselves in booze. A few hours from now, they have to get ready for work but they didn't care. The three of them were still drinking. "You know what? As a dare, Santana should knock on the new girl's door and ask her out on a date… now..." Puck said foolishly before taking another sip on his bottle and added "…and include her roommate. Double date… just like the old times." Sugar then refuted, "No that's not a good idea. What if those girls are bitches? Both of you will suffer from seeing them everyday since they're your neighbors." "Good point Sugar. Good point." Puck said while nodding.

"I don't think she has a roommate Puck. She was alone and even struggled with her things earlier." Santana said it firmly so Puck does not get his hopes up. She wants to pull off a prank to the new girl though... and she has a crazy drunk idea in mind. "How about… we make her think some guy from this apartment is in love with her… It'll be fun!" She wanted to laugh at her own suggestion but Puck liked what he heard. "That's not a bad idea San! Hmm... What should we do...?" He was clearly trying to think of ways to pull it off but came up with nothing. There were a few seconds of silence before she shared another one of her ideas, "I'll leave a note on her door confessing my so-called love." She eyed her two friends and waited for them to make fun of her but Sugar excitedly nods and says, "Yes do that. Do that! I'll totally freak out though if I receive a love confession on my first day… it's creepy and romantic at the same time." Sugar held her hands and asked her, "So for how long will you do it?" She tried to process what Sugar just said. What does she mean for how long… just for tonight right? She'll just leave a note and let the new girl think about it for a day then that's it. She was about to repeat to them what she asked herself but Puck pointed at her and said, "You should totally do it for a week San!"

She just stared at Puck and threw a glance at Sugar who obviously thinks it's a good idea. The alcohol is kicking in, it's definitely slowing down her thought process because until now she's still trying to analyze what her friends are imposing but she ended up asking instead because she can't figure it out, "Why a week? Why not just one… now?" Sugar rebutted with a lofty tone and rolled her eyes, "Oh please San, I thought you're smart. Like who would take one love note seriously? You have to do it for at least a week so she'll believe it." For a second she thought she should just say yes but instead blurted out, "Are you two crazy?! I don't want to waste my time writing stupid notes. Let's ditch this idea." She blamed herself because it was her suggestion in the first place.

The three of them were just drinking peacefully when Sugar stood up from her chair. "Lopez is chickening out… this is new. I'll do it instead because I have the courage to do it..." She then proceeded to the work desk and rummaged the area for a pen and paper. Puck followed Sugar and gave her what she needed. "If this girl is hot, I'm taking responsibility.", Puck said with a smirk. Santana knows what they're doing… they're trying to force her into the situation. It's not like she actually cared if they think she's a coward or if Puck gets the girl. But... Fine she'll do it. She just wants to do it… it's not a good reason but that's the best reason she can give for now. "Fine. I'll do it. Two weeks... I'll even try to make that girl fall in love with me... her fake secret admirer." She said it with conviction but wanted to slap herself after for telling that. What the fuck are you thinking Lopez? Remember, you and the fake admirer are two different people.

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"Ugggh… Who the hell is that?" Brittany groaned. She just heard a buzz in her apartment door. She tried to open her eyes fully, grabbed her phone and checked the time… it's 3:10AM. Who would be visiting her at this time? She must have misheard and decided to ignore it. When she was about to doze off again, she heard another buzz. She reluctantly got up and headed to the door. Before she opened it, she readied her speech; she thinks it's one his dad's people who he sent to check up on her. She took a deep breath and opened the door and found… no one. Okay. What is this? Brittany was trying to figure it out. It's either she was just too tired and she's having auditory hallucinations or it was all a dream… she was thinking of another possibility but accidentally glanced down the floor and saw a piece of paper.

Brittany hesitated for a while before she decided to get it. It was just a small piece of white paper folded in half with a heart on it. Is there a five-year old somewhere in this building who's trying to play around with me? Really… A heart? She laughed. She opened the note and it says: The moment I laid my eyes on your blue ones, I just knew I want you for the rest of my life. I wish I was with you at this very moment. –S.

She read it five more times before she asked herself out loud, "What is this? …S?" She went back to her room and lay down on the bed while going over the possibilities. She can't remember looking at someone in the eyes earlier, she was pretty caught up with what she was doing… she can only remember interacting with one of the security people who helped her as soon as she arrived and the girl who assisted her with the books. The thought itself is already crazy so she shoved it off… besides; she only remembers looking at them when she said thanks, which she was not even able to give properly. She reminded herself again to give both a little token if she sees them. "S?"… She laughed at the gesture when she figured it out. She grabbed her phone which was laid down on the top drawer beside her and dialed a number.

"Hey there beautiful." the guy on the other line answered in a groggy manner. She wanted to sound irritated but the words came out softly instead, "Sam… don't act like you just woke up or something… what's this note you bothered sending me at this time… now I can't get back to sleep." She is the type of person who seldom gets annoyed… and almost never mad. She only got angry twice in her life and this is not a reason to be one just because her bestfriend did a cute gesture. Sam's always been like that… he is sweet with her and Quinn all the time that he can't get a girlfriend because the girl believes that Sam is cheating on her with them or that he's gay.

"Britt, you're the one woke me up.", he giggled… "And what note are you talking about?" She contemplated whether to explain it or not… she still thinks it is Sam's cute gesture and that he truly bothered sending out one of his drivers to leave it on her door. Her thoughts ended when Sam said, "Britt, tell me…" He sounded serious. She doesn't like it when Sam uses that tone. It only means she has no choice but to tell him. Both she and Quinn can never keep secrets or problems from him because he can sense it when they're trying to hide something. So… she explained why she called. She was expecting to hear a laugh on the other line and a confession that he was just fooling around but instead she heard him get up from bed and grimly said, "If someone buzzes again, don't you dare open the door! I'll come over. Be there in 30 minutes. I'll call you once I'm outside and that's the only time you can open the door. Ok?"

"But why?" she was honestly confused… "It's not like an emergency… and you should get back to sleep. I'm sorry for waking you up. I promise I'll make it up to you!" "What do you mean why Britt?! You just moved there… you just moved to New York… you don't know anyone except us… do you expect me to not worry when someone wakes you up at an inappropriate time with a creepy message of wanting you?!", Sam sounded so alarm and then she heard him sigh… "I'm really sorry Britt, I should have double checked the apartment security before I recommended it." She wants to disprove and just let Sam rest because as crazy as it may sound, she wasn't scared at all. "But Sam…" she wants to convince him not to worry but Sam bluntly replied, "Don't argue with me Britt. I'll be there even if you tell me not to go. See you later.", then he ended the call.

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Since she can't go back to sleep anyway… she decided to cook Sam breakfast which she now regrets because she remembered she is cooking for a chef. Cooking is not for her… the food she cooks is acceptable but she grew up eating her mom's specialties, going out to fancy restaurants and her bestfriend is a freakin' great chef… which raises the cooking standard to another level. She sighed… Sam will be there soon and she has no time to cook something acceptable for him. A few minutes later, her phone rang and Sam's funny face appeared on the screen. She ran to the door to open it… and once she saw Sam, she jumped at him and gave him a squeeze to death bear hug. She missed him so much. Sam has been in New York for a while since he opened up a new branch of restaurant in New York and they haven't seen each other for almost 4 months.

"I miss you Trouty!", she said as she let loose from the hug. Sam patted her head and replied, "I miss you too." then gave her a kiss on the cheek. "So Britt, I think you should move out. You can stay near Quinn's…" She knows where this is going so she cut off what Sam is going to say. "No! I'll stay here. Come on! You said this was a good place and I really like it. Plus I already paid for a year's worth of rent.", she said it with confidence and smirked at Sam. He can't win in this argument. "I don't get you. You could just have bought a condo near your studio. It'll save you a lot of trouble.", Sam said while checking out the things she brought with her. "And… I don't like the idea of someone leaving you notes at your door." She understands her bestfriend's concern but she really wasn't threatened at all. "Maybe that's my soul mate. We'll never know." She laughed but Sam didn't say anything. "Don't worry… I'll just report it to the security people if it gets out of hand. Pleaseeeee?", she said it cutely and made sure Sam sees her pout. She knows he can't resist that. "Fine! But can you at least put a door video intercom or something? This apartment is expensive… how come they don't have one. I should have checked." He sounded defeated and concerned. She just gave him a nod and a sweet smile. Sam has always been like a big brother to her, just like her dad… he is so overprotective. Actually, everyone is protective around her, even Quinn. She easily trusts strangers and when someone fools around or hurts her, she doesn't do anything… Quinn and Sam always come to the rescue.

"I cooked for you…" she said while guiding Sam to the kitchen. Sam just stared at her with a grin on his face. "What?! You don't have to eat it if you think it's not good. Hmpphh…" she faked walking out. Sam laughed and started to eat... "Not bad for a sunny side up and a few strips of bacon." She grabbed her own plate and started eating too… she was so hungry because she forgot to eat last night. "So where's the note? Can I see it?" She looked at him and saw that he was almost finished with his plate. "No. I don't want you to see it… I'm keeping it because you might send it to one of the CSI guys so no…" she chuckled when he opened his mouth to reply and firmly said, "Let it go Sam." They spent the rest of the morning catching up with what they missed and ended up planning a get together with Quinn later in the apartment.

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"Oh God help me.", Santana woke up with a throbbing headache. In less than an hour, she needs to get to her office or she'll taste the wrath of the devil. The office is less than 10 minutes away from their apartment, so she just have to clean herself up in 30 minutes to make it on time. "Puck, wake up.", she punched Puck who was still sleeping in his bed. Sugar was in the couch sound asleep but they didn't bother waking her up because that woman doesn't have any work schedule. They rushed to the parking lot to get to their car but they saw a Lamborghini Reventon parked not far from theirs.

"Woah San! Fuck that car. Who fuckin owns that shit?!", she looked at Puck and saw his very amused face. "Go take a picture of me posing near the car San!" Puck gave his phone to her and was already trying a pose. Who could own this? They've been in this apartment for 3 years and it's the first time they saw a really expensive car parked there. The new girl? Could this be owned by the new girl? It's possible. She rented a two bedroom apartment which means double the rent when she was clearly just alone. But she pushed away the idea because the car is very masculine. Instead of taking a picture, she grabbed Puck and led him to their car. "We're gonna be late you asshole." They both got in the car and were getting ready when she saw a familiar cheerful face.

"That's her.", Santana said weakly. "Who's her?" he saw her looking at the couple who were approaching the very luxurious car. "You know her?" Puck asked curiously. "No, that's the new girl I'm talking about… and I guess that's the roommate?" Santana rolled her eyes and started the engine. "That's the new girl?! You said she wasn't that hot? Were you not wearing your contacts when you met her?!" Puck was eyeing the girl she was referring to… she glanced at him and saw a lesser amused expression. "Is she really? You're drooling more because of the car and not because of her.", Santana smirked at him. She looked at the couple again and saw the girl giving the guy a hug. Now she's irritated… That guy is apparently an asshole. How can he let his girlfriend do all the moving stuff on her own?! He must have driven around the city picking up women who are interested in his car. What an ass… She drove away thinking about all the negative words she can describe that guy. Why does she care anyway? She let out a faint sigh.

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