I've decided to have these first few chapters as more of an intro into the characters, before getting in-depth with the story.
Brittany followed Jonathan down one of the many hallways towards Oval Office in the West Wing. She had met with Vice President Fabray earlier, along with the majority of the White House staff, and was now on her way to see the President for a private meeting in her office, as Santana requested.
The security team outside of the President's office immediately asked Brittany and Jonathan for identification, and stepped aside after confirming that the ID's matched. Jonathan took a step back from the large mahogany doors and motioned for Brittany to open them. The blonde cleared her throat nervously, before stepping forward and turning the door knob, pushing slightly.
Walking inside, Brittany was pleasantly surprised. The President had decorated the Oval Office as her own, instead of sticking with the usual traditional decor, and chose a more modern theme.
Santana was sitting at the large desk in the middle, scribbling words down on a notepad with one hand and using the other to hold up her six year old daughter. Brittany resisted the urge to smile at the little girl cuddled into Santana's chest and instead found a painting hanging on the wall to be more interested in.
Jonathan cleared his throat, earning Santana's attention.
"Hello." Santana smiled softly, nodding her head in acknowledgment at the two and slipping off her glasses. "Sorry, she's been tired and grumpy all morning." She then frowned and rubbed her daughter's back gently. "We just arrived back in town from the press conference in New York and my babies are exhausted from the flight. The other three may be asleep still."
Jonathan waved it off. "Oh, no problem at all Ms. Lopez. I was just bringing Brittany by and showing her the ropes, as you requested." Jonathan smiled brightly. Brittany was surprised, she had never seen the man so overly friendly.
Santana raised a brow and nodded slowly. "Yes thank you, it hadn't slipped my mind. I planned on getting some work done in here before moving to the conference room with Quinn, but I wanted to meet you first." She said to Brittany. "I would like to be one hundred percent confident in the woman that is responsible for keeping my family safe before hiring."
"Of course." Jonathan nodded as Brittany shifted nervously. Santana's gaze was still resting on her, and she wasn't sure what to do. "Would you like to speak with her privately? I can step out." Jonathan suggested.
"That would be perfect, thank you." Santana smiled. "Let me take Kaia to Kelly real quick, and then we can get started." She told Brittany, who nodded.
"Of course." Brittany smiled.
"I will contact you later tonight." Jonathan whispered into Brittany's ear as he walked by. "Keep tabs on everything you see today, I want a full report tonight."
Brittany gave him a small nod. "Got it." She said just as quietly. She felt her nerves rise slightly after Jonathan left the room, giving a proper goodbye before doing so.
"Kaia, wake up baby girl." Santana cooed into the little brunette's ear while bouncing her shoulder, where Kaia's head was resting. "You've been napping for awhile now, K. You should be nice and rested."
"No mommy." Kaia frowned and hugged Santana tighter, keeping her eyes closed.
Santana shot Brittany an apologetic smile before reluctantly shifting her daughter in her lap, much to Kaia's protest, forcing her to release the death grip she had on the Latina. "Sweetheart, I need to have a grown up conversation with Ms. Pierce right now. We can have cuddles later in bed and watch Frozen, ok?"
Kaia frowned. "Why can't we do that now?"
"Because I have to work, honey." Santana reminded her.
"So work's more important than me?" Kaia asked, widening her bright blue eyes and trembling her bottom lip.
Brittany shook her head. She had to give the little girl props, she was smarter than she looked.
"No, no, baby, of course not. But we talked about this, remember? Mommy's job isn't like everyone else's." Santana frowned and ran her fingers through Kaia's curls. "How about you have a super cool tea party with Kelly, and I'll come by as soon as I'm finished speaking with Ms. Pierce." Santana suggested.
"Promise?" Kaia asked sadly.
Santana smiled. "Promise." She kissed Kaia's forehead quickly and stood up. "I'll be right back, make yourself comfortable." Santana stated, before leaving her office.
Brittany decided to take a seat on the white suede couch on the far side of the room. She took a moment to admire the family portrait of the President and her children, and found herself smiling at the different faces. She briefly looked over the variety of glossy clippings hanging in dark frames around the room, realizing they were all related to Santana's success over the past five years.
"Enjoying the view?" Santana teased, causing Brittany to jump, being unaware of the woman's return.
Brittany nodded slightly. "I love your office, I think it's very you." She admitted.
"Thank you, I think so too." Santana smiled. She took a seat next to Brittany, at a respectable distance, and cleared her throat. "I just want to ask you a few questions before I have to meet with Ms. Fabray, Ms. Pierce."
"You can call me Brittany." Brittany said quickly. "I mean, that is, if you want." She added.
Santana smiled and shook her head. "I prefer to address my employees properly, but thank you." Brittany frowned, but nodded. "Where did you grow up, Ms. Pierce?"
"A small town in Georgia. I lived there for the majority of my life, until I moved to New York for college." Brittany explained. "It was a big change, but I enjoyed it. It's what made me realize that I preferred the city much more than the country."
"I understand that, I grew up in the middle of bumfuck Ohio." Santana chuckled.
"Right, Lima." Brittany smiled. "You were a cheerleader at William McKinley High."
Santana raised a brow. "Umm..."
"Oh! I, uh, did a little research during my training." Brittany blushed. A little was an understatement, she nearly knew all about Santana's childhood life and adult life, from what she gathered online and in newspapers.
"Ok," Santana laughed softly. "Where did you graduate college?"
"Juilliard, I ended the year with a perfect 4.0 GPA." Brittany smiled. "But I spent my first two years in Massachusetts at MIT as a math major, which is what filled my requirements for this position."
Santana nodded, throughly impressed. "So you're like a dancing math genius? Awesome."
"Something like that." Brittany laughed.
Santana glanced at the diamond Rolex on her wrist, and jumped to her feet when she saw the time. "Shit, I'm late for my meeting." She quickly typed out a message to Quinn on her phone and sighed. "I have already read your file, several times, so there isn't much more that I need to ask you. If I have anymore questions, I'll call for you."
Brittany stood and shook the President's hand gently. "Of course. Do you want me to report back here after your meeting?"
Santana shook her head. "Take some time getting yourself adjusted, I will send someone to get you when I need you." Santana smiled. "And Ms. Pierce?"
Brittany paused at the doors and slowly turned around. "Yes?"
Santana set aside the manila folder in her hand and moved closer to the blonde. "Welcome to the family." She winked.
Brittany visibly relaxed and returned the smile. "Thank you for having me."