This came from a prompt on my tumblr. I liked it so much decided to turn it from a one shot into a little more. I'm thinking maybe 3 of 4. Shot

A/N: This is for fun. I do not own Glee or it characters.

I also don't know much about soccer nor am I in medical field. Not much is mentioned about either. But If the mention is wrong please don't take offense.

Chapter 1: Snixxmode

Santana rounded the corner into the girl's lockers room, stripping her jersey off as she powered walked in. She threw it over her shoulders and continued her rant. "I get kicked out of the fucking game for pushing someone who intentionally tackled me," She shoved one of the bins of towels out of her way as she took a seat on the bench. "It's total fucking bullshit. I get trampled on," She pointed to her forehead and hissed. "A fucking open gash from getting scratched with a cleat. This is total fucking bullshit."

Quinn just rolled her eyes and followed her. "I know the call was bullshit," She grabbed the first aid kit out of one of the lockers. "I mean, at least it was until you starting yelling at her in Spanish and you slapped her across the face."

Santana growled at Quinn as she started to take her shoes, socks and shin guards off. "There were yellow cards being held up to warn us and whistles blowing before I even started to yell. I didn't slap her across the face when I got up. I might have pushed her a little. But it's not like she even fell down. That bitch pushed me first to begin with," Santana stood up and finished stripping down. Leaving her in spandex and a sports bra. "Come on, Quinn. Come patch up my forehead so I can get an ice bath."

"I don't know much about sports soccer," Santana's head whipped around to a new voice coming into the room, "But I think if you would have just gotten up and kept your hands to yourself, you could probably still be playing."'

"We are ahead by four goals," She said matter of factly, "Three of which I made, so it's not the end of the world I got ejected." Santana tried to play it cool. The girl in-front of her was drop dead gorgeous. Tall, blonde, legs for days. She had a medic bag she was carrying over her shoulder.

"Well then don't act like it is," She said sharply as she stepped towards the hot headed Latina. "I'm Brittany. I'm the new sports medic for WMU." She looked at Santana, "You should sit still so I can see if you need stitches."

Santana was floored. This girl she didn't know was sassing her and bossing her around. She kind of liked it. She usually would just sass back and not listen, but she wanted to spend time with this girl. "I'm Santana…"

Brittany cut her off as she slid on some blue gloves, "Lopez. Number 13. " She stated dryly. She tilted Santana's head back to get a better look at the cut. "Butterfly stitches will hold it," She grabbed a thing of alcohol out of her bag and some gauze. She dabbed the material just a little. "This is going to sting." She grabbed Santana's chin quickly, before pressing the padded cloth to her head.

Santana hissed and gritted her teeth, "Mother fucker. It never hurts like that when Quinn does it."

Brittany just rolled her eyes, "She probably only uses hydrogen peroxide," She looked over to the other blonde as if to question her. Quinn just quickly nodded holding the tiny metal first aid tin to her chest. "The medical kits like that okay for small cuts or to patch up until you can see a doctor," she offered Quinn a small smile. "But this is pretty deep. If it would have been a little wider, you would have needed stitches."

Santana just nodded slightly as the blonde talked to her, "How did you end up here? WMU isn't a really big university. Doesn't have a lot of funding for sports to begin with."

Brittany finished up the two little white band-aids on her forehead. "This is just part time for my internship, I'll only be here for twelve weeks. Coach Beiste came from a huge college that's known for turning out some professional athletes. So, if she came here, she must have seen some potential in someone. But even if she doesn't churn anyone out here, she's an amazing connection to have."

"So this is mostly a political move for you?" Santana cocked her eyebrow up asking with a little bit of bite behind her words.

"I'm an unpaid intern," She snapped back, "Of course it's about connections." She grabbed Santana's forearm and put her left hand on her shoulder and pressed down slightly.

Santana pulled her arm back, as she howled out in pain. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Brittany grabbed the Latina's has hand back and turned her wrist up right, "Keep your palm facing up," She ordered as she stood up and moved behind the soccer player.

Santana gritted her teeth, "Why should I listen to you? You're obviously trying to hurt me."

"I saw you favoring this arm a little bit when you were running up and down the field. You're left handed but you were checking people mostly with your right side, " Rolling her fingers over Santana's shoulder blade and near her rotator cuff. "There it is."

Santana slouched down a little as Brittany's fingers kneaded into her skin, "There's what?"

"You have a huge bruise in the middle of your shoulder," She pressed in two fingers a little sharply.

Santana hissed out and whipped around, "Are you trying to make it worse or better?"

Brittany looked over at Quinn, who had taken a seat down cross the locker room. "I don't know how you can put up with a mouth like this. If my girlfriend ever talked to me like that, I would probably slap her."

Quinn threw her hands up in defense. "I have a girlfriend, but it's for sure not her. I couldn't be more than friends with her. I would probably kill her."

Santana threw her cleat across the room towards her best friend, "Thanks, you asshole."

Brittany grabbed a hot pack out of her bag along with some athletic tape. "I'm sorry. I just assumed since you followed her in here and were going to patch her up." Brittany snapped the small heat pack and held it against Santana's shoulder, "Lean down for me."

Surprisingly both to Quinn and Brittany, the brunette did as she was told. "I don't have a girlfriend. It's soccer season, it wouldn't be fair to someone."

Quinn laughed a little, "Because you have a worse attitude and are more moody than usual?"

"Fuck you, Q." She felt Brittany finish taping the heat pack around her shoulder. "It's because I don't have time to be a decent girlfriend. Between pre-law, practice, and games It wouldn't be fair."

Brittany smiled a little bit when she heard the badassgirl start to talk. "I understand what you mean," She said softly as she started to pack her bag up. "WMU is like 45 minutes from home. I have to be here at least twenty hours a week. I'll still have class. I don't have time to comment to be a good girlfriend either."

Santana just nodded, "So what's the deal with the pack and stuff, Dr. Brittany?"

"Keep that on until for about 20 minutes, the heat will start to go away anyway," She threw her bag over her shoulder. "Then I would ice bath like you were going to for a little bit. Maybe 5-10 minutes. You don't want to over do it."

Santana just nodded in agreement. She stood up and stretched her free arm over her head, "Are there any restrictions otherwise?"

"I wouldn't do anything too strenuous with your left arm. If you have to do papers or write notes for anything over the next few days, try to lean more on your right." She spoke softly as shifted on the balls of her feet.

"Yea." Santana said as she extended her hand out to shake hands with Brittany, "Thanks for patching me up. Sorry about the Snixxmode. I get bitchy when it comes to the game."

Brittany shook her hand and nodded . "Well, having passion is never a bad thing." She pulled a card out of her bag and handed it to the Latina. "Call or text me if you have any other questions if you can't find me on campus. I'll be around a few days a week," She said softly as she started to walk towards the door. She turned on her heels to face the soccer player as she walked backwards, "If you want to do something strenuous after your shoulder is better, you can call me too." She winked a little as she bit her lip and walked out the door.

Santana was floored. She literally had no words. She watched the blonde disappear into the hall way.

"Well, looks like that cold ice bath isn't just for your muscles now." Quinn laughed out at her still stunned best friend, "She was really fucking hot too."

Santana just smirked. "Game on."

Santana waited a few days to text Brittany. She didn't want to seem overly eager. Quinn told her she should have texted her right after she left. But, Santana had refused. She didn't want to seem desperate. She barely even knew anything about the girl. Besides her name, her phone number, and how hot she was. Quinn pointed that, that's usually all she knew before she would drag a girl back home to their apartment after meeting them at the club. Brittany also already had the upper hand by seeing the Latina nearly have naked when she patched her up on that Monday.

Santana decided to text Brittany on Thursday. Telling her that her shoulder felt almost completely better and if the blonde had any advice.

Hey. It's Lopez, number 13. She thought it would be funny if she teased a little. The arm feels better do you think there's anything else I should do for it?

Santana looked at her phone like every 3 minutes for almost an hour before she got an answer.

Glad it's mostly better. Don't do anything if you feel any more pain. More Advil and ice it.

Santana was kind of disappointed with the text answer. She thought she would have gotten something more from her.

Alright. Thanks again for the advice. She didn't check her phone again after that. She was buried in school work this week. She had mid-terms coming up, soccer practice, games and trying to have a social life.

Practice had gone really well. She felt almost one hundred percent. She showered quickly and found herself some dinner. She broke out her law book, her laptop, and her phone.

She was surprised when she saw she had 3 messages. Her heart fluttered a little bit when saw they were from Brittany.

How was practice? The pain still gone?

The next one was about 30 minutes later. I hope you didn't die… I won't have anyone to look at.

The last was just a few minutes before. Well, if you're not going to answer me. I guess I see you tomorrow at practice. Unless you're dead.

The athlete didn't really know how to respond to it. It was a little flirty, but not overly. But the fact that she took the time to ask about practice meant.

She typed out a quick message and smiled a little. It was almost 11. She couldn't really afford to avoid studying for her mid-terms. Thanks, Dr. Britt. I'm not dead. Practice was pretty good. I didn't die. So you don't have to fear losing your eye candy.

The next reply was immediate. It made Santana smirk a little bit. She hadn't even read it yet and it made her feel tingly.

Good. It would be a long 12 weeks otherwise. I guess I'll see you tomorrow.Santana left it with a good night with all the hopes of tomorrow.

The week past pretty quickly for the brunette. She had seen Brittany a couple times, they actually almost had lunch together. Brittany had asked her to lunch in between her classes. But Brittany got pulled away last minute when one of the girls on the track team fell over a hurdle and twisted her ankle.

Saturday was going to be her chance. Coach Beiste had arranged a fundraiser for WMU athletics department. She knew she wouldn't go pro for soccer or get offered a better offer than at a different college, the only reason she was there was because of Brittany. Brittany herself had told her it was all about connections. If Coach Beiste had anything, it was connections.

She hated formal wear. Dresses, jewelry, heels, jackets, and everything that went with it. She knew her being pre-law meant playing dress up for the rest of her adult life, which she accepted. But, she at least wanted the time she spent talking about sports to be comfortable.

Pantsuit was what she decided to wear. After an hour and a half of wardrobe changes and one final, 'Fucking get dressed already' from Quinn, she was ready. Santana was finally just going to ask her out for drinks.

The Latina had spotted the blonde from across the room. She was fairly certain Brittany hadn't seen her yet. She was talking very animatedly with a group of older men. Santana could barely catch her breath Brittany was dressed so beautifully. Short black dress that hugged all the right places. Her hair was down with loose curls. Brittany turned her head to the side and caught Santana's gaze. Her smile grew a little bigger.

Santana waited patiently for Brittany to finish up her conversations. She grabbed a drink for her and Brittany as a waiter just passed by her. She sipped hers a little. Brittany started towards her she offered a soft smile. "Dr. Brittany," she teased softly.

"Number Thirteen, " She said quietly as she ran her hand down Santana's arm and grabbed the extra drink out of her hand. "I don't see you with a hot date on your arm. So I don't think you need to drink two," She took a small sip.

"I actually got it for you," She blushed a little. "You look amazing, Brittany."

Brittany smirked at the brunette's compliment. "Thanks, Santana." She blatantly looked shorter girl up and down. "You are very sexy."

Santana felt her face get even hotter. This was not in her normal realm of dating. Usually she was the one flirting, teasing, and telling people what they wanted to hear. Oddly enough, she liked it. "Thanks," She raised her glass up a little bit for a toast. "How about to two beautiful women having a good time?"

Brittany tapped her glass against Santana's lightly. "So," She said softly as she ran her fingers gently over Santana's forearm. "I got some good phone numbers. You made an appearance. How about we get dinner since that lunch got canceled?"

Santana's smile just broadened. "That sounds really good," She motioned to her clothes and sighed. "Can I go change first though? I mean I know being a lawyer I'll have to dress up all the time. But I would rather be in something comfortable."

"You really do look amazing," Brittany put her finger under Santana's chin. "Do you need help getting into something comfortable?"

Santana nearly choked on her whine, "Sorry!?" She said confused.

"We'll go get dinner," She ran her index finger across the brunette's cheekbone. "Then maybe dessert at my place?"

Just like when she was given Brittany's number all she could do was nod.