A/N: Yes, yes, I know I have two major stories that I should be updating rather than starting a new one but my imagination wonders and I can't help it. I've been watching a lot of House, M.D lately and I pictured Brittana in those situations and BAM this story popped into my head. Give it a try, I know FTM and ToE are still in progress and I am still working on them, but I have to work slowly to make sure I actually like what I'm giving you all to read. Anyway!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any characters/songs in this fic. Those you do not recognize are my own.

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-B

October, 2014:

You flinch in bed, under your covers, when a sharp sound reaches your ears; keeping your eyes shut tightly. You were exhausted, having fell asleep very late or very early however you look at it.

The first thing you noticed, still with your eyes closed, was the heavy panting coming from directly in front of your face. A groan escapes when you realize why you're awake, and you crack your eye open only a tad, catching sight of big brown eyes staring up at you. You clamp your eye shut and turn your head further into your pillow, only then registering how fricken cold it is in your apartment. You pull your knees up to your chest and try and push yourself further into bed, grunting when the bed dips and tiny paws are pressing into your side.

"Chess, go away." You groan, rolling slightly to get the dachshund off of you. You can picture his end half of his body moving side to side as he wags his tiny tail, and smile faintly. "Go away." You groan, rolling over. Chess lets out a sharp bark and you huff, opening your eyes. You glance at him and his tongue falls out of his mouth, his eyes bright and glistening with excitement. You grin at him and grab him in your arms, rolling over, snuggling him to your chest as he licks your chin.

You snuggle the pup for a few minutes before tilting your head and looking at your alarm.

"Shit…" you breathe and rip the covers off you, shivering at the cold air hitting your skin. You went to bed with only short pajama shorts and a sports bra, always getting hot at night anyway. You quickly walk out of your room to the hallway where the thermostat, cranking it up to get some heat going on.

You start the kettle, leaving it on medium, and run to the bathroom, flicking the light on. You grab your toothbrush, sticking it in your mouth after applying the paste, and lean back, looking out of the bathroom at Chess sniffing around the hall.

"Whoa, no!" you shout around the toothbrush and grab the pup before he can even think about lifting his leg. He licks happily at your chin and you scrunch your nose, opening the balcony door. Chess wiggles to get out of your arms and you place him down, watching him go to the patch of artificial grass. You lean against the door frame and brush your teeth, narrowing your eyes at the pup when he looks at you while holding his leg up. You shake your head fondly at him and give him some privacy to go and rinse your mouth.

You set a towel on the toilet lid and run to let Chess in, picking up his little gift and toss it over the edge of the balcony fence, watching it land in the large trash bin. You grin widely, very much pleased with the placement of the bin, and go back inside, hurrying to shower before the kettle starts shrieking.

Pulling into the large parking lot, you squint and look around for the spot with a reserved sign holding your name. You maneuver through the long rows of vehicles in the lot until you find your parking space, a fair distance from the Hospitals front entrance. You park and turn the engine off, letting out a nervous breath as you stare at the building, watching doctors, nurses, and patients go inside.

This was it.

You still couldn't believe your luck for getting an interview at the Hospital. Mercer-Ray has one of the best medical diagnostic teams in America and you, a younger woman from Ohio not only got an interview, but a job. You were ecstatic. And nervous.

You never thought you'd be here; ever.

Dr. Puckerman was one of the finest diagnosticians you know of and getting to work beneath him is an honor.

You find yourself smiling faintly and shake your head, flipping down the mirror of your car and check your appearance. You wanted to make a good impression on your first day. Doesn't everybody? So you decided to keep your makeup as natural as possible while enhancing your cat-like eyes. You have always been told your hair look it's best when it was down and wavy and so that's how you did it. It fell with bouncy curls passed your shoulders. You give yourself a 8.5. Chess decided to snack on the heels you had at the end of your bed this morning, therefore ruining your entire outfit. Your second choice was a charcoal grey pantsuit, with a pink blouse, and nude heels.

You flip the visor back up and glance at your phone, widening your eyes at the time and basically kick the driver seat door open, scrambling out of the vehicle.

"First day, already late. Good job, Brittany." You hiss to yourself as you carefully speed walk through the parking lot.

You let out a breath when you step inside the heated building and unbutton your black wool trench, pulling your scarf further from your neck.

Your eyes dance over and along the walls of the building. It was emasculate. Beautiful and professional. A welcoming feeling washes over you and you shiver lightly, lifting your tea to your lips.

"Damn!" you yelp, lowering the steaming mug, and pout, lightly brushing your bottom lip.

You tense when you hear someone stop behind you, and hesitantly turn to look at them.

A tall Asian man lifts a brow at you, glancing from your hand at your lips to the tea in your other hand and looks around before giving you're a polite smile.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Ma'am?" he asks, pulling off his leather gloves and tucking them into the pocket of his expensive jacket. You blink, having been focused on his handsome face, and let out a nervous chuckle.

"Uh, no, I just…I'm good." You tell him with an embarrassed blush. He tilts his head and takes his hat off, pulling at his scarf.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, thanks though." You nod and turn, moving to the elevators.

"Uh, Ma'am," he begins, catching up to you when you push to go up, "Are you visiting family? Can I take you to a room?" he asks with concern. You shake your head, waving your free hand and he straightens.

"No, not family or anything. I work here." You tell him and his brows shoot up in surprise. Your frown at his look and he shakes his head, laughing faintly, moving into the elevator with you.

"Sorry, you just seemed a little lost." He says and you tilt your head, not knowing if that should offend you or not. "Mike Chang." He says, holding his hand out to shake. You smile faintly and shake his hand, tucking your free one into your pocket. "How long have you been working here? I don't think I've seen you before." He says, "What floor?"

"Oh, uh, four I think." You nod and he smiles, hitting the button.

"Same." He grins, leaning back. "Sorry, go on."

"It's actually my first day." You tell him with a shaky breath, forcing a smile. Mike grins and crosses his arms, nodding.

"Nice."

"Yeah, I got an interview with Dr. Schuester last week and now I'm on Mercer's diagnostic team." You rock on your feet with some excitement, and your smile falters at Mike's surprised lift of his brows. "What?"

"I didn't know we were actually looking for fellow." He says before chuckling and stepping out of the elevator with you. "We're going to be working closely together…" he draws out, looking back at you. You pull your gaze from the halls looking for the office, and smile in apology.

"Brittany Pierce."

"Pierce." He grins, opening a door for you, "After you." He grins, motioning into the room with glass walls.

You step inside hesitantly and look around. It was wide open with the walls for the hallway made of glass, 'Diagnostic Medicine' printed on the glass door. The corner had a small counter area, and a large table was positioned near the corner with chairs around the surface, a separate desk across the room. Another room, looking more like a separate office came off the diagnostic office with 'Dr. Noah Puckerman' written on the door.

"I can grab your coat." Mike says bringing you out of your own head. You look over your shoulder at him and smile thankfully, handing over your coat after pushing your scarf into one of the sleeves. "This must be for you." He says, handing you a white lab coat while hanging your outside coat on a hanger by the door.

You look at it in your hands and smile faintly, slipping it on and flip your hair over your shoulders.

"Already looking the part, I see." You snap your head up, and smile timidly at the tan muscular man. Hazel eyes staring back at you with a grin. "You must be Dr. Pierce." He states, taking his coat off and hanging it, leaving him in pressed black slacks, a lavender shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and a black and grey tie. He runs his hand over his shaved head and walks over, holding his hand out. "Dr. Puckerman."

"Nice to meet you." You say, shaking his hand respectfully with a growing smile. He grins widely and nods, letting go of your hand to head towards the coffee machine.

"I see you've met, Dr. Chang." He says, glancing over. You nod and look towards Mike taking a seat at the table. Noah hands Mike a cup of coffee and the Asian man thanks him, giving you a smile as Noah walks towards a white board and glances at his watch. "Fifty says she's one time today."

"You probably made a deal to split so I'm going sit this one out." Mike laughs, shaking his head at your boss. Noah grins knowingly and drops his wrist, crossing his arm under his other while lifting his mug to his lips.

"So, Pierce." Noah begins. You lift your brows, waiting and look at the door when it opens.

Your jaw drops as you stare at the gorgeous brunette whom just entered the room. Her dark mocha eyes focus solemnly on you as her plump lip purse tightly. She arches a brow in question while unbuttoning her cream trench coat, and hangs it up, retrieving her lab coat, never taking her eyes off you.

"Time?"

"7:58."

"Damn, I would've won." Mike grumbles and Noah chuckles as you continue to stare at the Latina. You can't help but run your eyes down her body. Her white blouse hugging her bodacious chest just as well as her black pencil skirt does her hips and thighs. You don't know how anyone would be able to work in the black pumps she's wearing but the way they make her legs look longer, wow.

"You idiot's betting on me again?" she husks and you pert ear moan at her raspy voice.

"I would've made a fifty." Mike comments as the woman shrugs on her lab coat and glances at you, eyeing you closely.

"Who's…" she motions her hand to you, looking at Noah and you clear your throat, walking closer to her with your hand out. "Okay." She chuckles quietly, narrowing her eyes at the gesture.

"This is our newest fellow, Dr. Brittany Pierce."

"Right." She says slowly, glancing at your hand before grasping it firmly. She gives a solid shake, looking you in the eye, "Lopez." She says before dropping your hand and moving to grab herself a coffee. You wet your lips and turn around, looking at Noah and Mike. "I didn't know you were hiring." She says, looking at Noah.

He shakes his head with a smile and motions towards the table, offering you to sit. You do so, taking the seat closest to the door and try not to stare creepily at Dr. Lopez again.

"Schuester thought it would be better to add another." He tells her as she walks to the table a takes a seat near Mike. "Anyway, Pierce." He says and you straighten. "As important as getting to know you is, how familiar are you with the layout of the hospital?" he asks and you pull your eyes from Lopez as soon as she lifts her gaze from her coffee. You fidget with your empty tea mug and look at Noah.

"Dr. Schuester showed me around the floors for an hour or so. I can't remember a lot though." You admit and he nods.

"Alright." He puts his mug on the table and tucks his hands in his pockets, "Chang, I want you to show Piece around quickly. So you can find your way easily on your own." He says, looking at you for the last bit. You nod as Mike stands up and glance at Dr. Lopez sipping her coffee.

"Come on, we'll go to the operation wing first." He says, holding the office door open for you.

A/N: What did you think? Heads up, the chapters will usually be shorter like so, although the occasional may be somewhere near 5000, not sure, this story isn't my main priority when it comes to updating, just something on the side that I have fun writing. Something different. AND I do not have a degree in medicine so excuse me if anything seems completely full of shit, I will try to make it authentic though.

So hit me up with the reviews and follows etc. I love hearing from you all. And as always you can tweet me questions about my stories and I'll be sure to reply.

-B