This is my first attempt at a multi chapter story. Hope you enjoy

"Urrrghhhhh!" Brittany hated these early morning alarms. The sun was already shining through the curtains but she knew it was still way to early for any sane person to be getting up.

But, more often then not her job called for these early mornings. Being a superstar was not a 9 to 5 job and Brittany knew this. Didn't stop her grumbling at the alarm though.

"Fucking alarm, shut up" she grumbled as she lashed out to try and hit the off button, eventually with success on the 4th attempt.

She slowly sat up letting her muscles gradually stretch out and her back have a good crack to loosen itself up. Staggering to the bathroom she was trying to remember what today held in store for her. But her brain was still half asleep and was only just managing to help her get to the bathroom without crashing into anything.

"You look like shit Pierce" she said to herself in the mirror. "Thank god those bastard paparazzi never catch a glimpse at you after crawling out of your pit." She sniggered slightly at the thought. God they would have a field day, pictures and headlines would be all over the papers.

Glamorous superstar looking like death in the mornings.

She climbed into the shower to wash away the slumber and make herself feel slightly more human. It would take more than a shower to do that, but it was a start. After getting dressed she looked at the clock and then at the hotel room door, waiting for the inevitable knock. Every morning, without fail, 10mins after she had put on her last item of clothing the knock would come. She could set her watch by it.

"Good morning sunshine" Kurt chirped as he entered Brittanys room.

"Seriously Kurt, how can you be this happy and have that much energy in the mornings? I don't get it?"

"It's the sheer joy of being your personal assistant Ms Pierce. Why else would it be?"

"Kiss ass" she giggled back. "So what's on my agenda today Master Hummel?"

"Firstly we have photo shoot for Allure magazine which starts in…..ooooooo….45mins. The car is waiting down stairs for you so we'll have to get a wriggle on….."

The car, yes. As soon as Kurt mentioned her car was waiting the rest of Brittanys schedule fell on deaf ears. She loved her car. Being in it was the best part of her day.

Brittany had always loved to drive, it always relaxed her and helped her think. But since finding fame and fortune her management insisted she didn't drive unless absolutely necessary. They bought her a car, two in fact and hired a driver. At first she resisted in. She didn't need that kind of luxury. A nice girl from Ohio who happened to be able to sing and dance does not need a car or a chauffer. But, as always, management got their way.

She was still not too happy about it the first day her car pulled up outside her apartment. She looked out the window and saw the driver climb out.

"Probably some stuffy old grey haired man who will perv on me constantly" she said to herself as she made her way down in the lift to meet the new addition to her life. But as she stepped out into the sunshine and looked at the car she could not believe how wrong she was. Standing by the car holding the rear door open was the most beautiful person she had seen. Long brown hair tied in a heat ponytail under a hat, a smart and simple black suit and slight smile on her lips. She stood a stared for far longer then was suitable but she couldn't help it.

"Ms Pierce, are you alright?" asked the suited beauty.

"Ummmm…..yep….yes I'm fine…yep."

"Shall we make a start then? I wouldn't want you to be late, especially on my first day."

"Uh, yeah, sure, sorry." Brittany mumbled. "Still half asleep I guess. Thank you…?"

"Santana Ms, Santana Lopez."

"Pleased to meet you Santana."

Brittany climbed into the car and allowed Santana to gently close the door behind her. Her heart was beating much faster than necessary and her hands had gone clammy. What the frick? She thought to herself.

"You ready?" Santana asked from the front seat, looking in the mirror to check her passenger was ready to go.

Brittany caught sight of Santanas eyes in the mirror and her stomach did a little flip. What the fricky frick fuck was that? She again wondered. But she knew. Looking into those deep brown eyes she knew. She was going to love having a car and a driver.

Brittany left the hotel 15mins after Kurt had knocked on her door. She was ready for her busy day of photo shoots, interviews and recording studios. She was still crazy tired despite being on her 2nd cup of coffee but she knew as soon as she saw those brown eyes and that slight smile that the day would start getting better.

"Morning Santana" she said as soon as she saw her driver.

"Morning Ms Pierce"

"Brittany, please. 3 months it's been now, please call me Brittany."

"Sorry Ms P…..Brittney, force of habit I guess." She gently smiled back.

"No problem".

Brittany climbed into the back seat of her car and strapped herself in. She looked in the mirror ready to see the flash of brown that always made her stomach flip over. As soon as she saw them she knew she was ready to face the day and whatever it was going to throw at her.

Brittany S Pierce was a superstar. She could sing, she could dance, she could act, she could do anything she wanted. Everyone wanted a piece of her. They either wanted to be near her, be with her or just be her. She had everything she wanted and if she didn't have it, she always got it eventually.

But the one thing she wanted more than anything she couldn't have. The one person she wanted to want her didn't. She sat just a few feet away from her everyday but still, 3 months on, Santana Lopez was out of reach and she did not know how to get closer to her.

Being in love with her driver sucked.

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Ta muchly :)