A/N-Thanks for all the favs, follows, views and reviews. Over 400 views that really is amazing! Really didn't expect that kind of response. Thanks to everyone that is reading. I think next chapter i'm going to do some or all from Brittanys point of view. Anyway, keep reviewing, tell me what you think, any suggestions, or anything you want to see happen. As before i'm still looking for a Beta, if anyone is interested.

Knowing I would see my kind of almost stepdaughter at lunch had somewhat distracted me for my previous two lessons. I wonder if she knows. There's no way she could know. Surely she would have said something? Maybe her Mom sent her to spy on James and I, and she isn't as sweet as she looks. My head was spinning and I didn't know what to think anymore. You would have thought that James would have mentioned that his only child goes to the school that I am now teaching at. It's not like they don't speak, so he definitely knew. I feel like this is all one big prank and Ashton Kutcher is going to come running in the room at any moment, at least I hope so. I had 3 minutes until the start of lunch. I had 3 minutes until I saw Brittany. I sit and wait patiently at my desk and pretend to look busy.

"Hey Miss Lopez." WOAAAAH, where did she come from? I didn't even hear the door open! She must be so gentle.

"Oh Hey Brittany." I said trying to get my heart rate to return to normal, from the surprise obviously. "Wanna come take a seat opposite me and we'll get started." I say in the calmest way possible. At least I didn't blurt out, 'Hey Britt, come and take a seat opposite your stepmom that didn't even know your name or what you look like until today. Also I don't really wanna marry your Dad I just said I did so I had a place to stay.'

As the hour went on we both seemed more comfortable around each other, even though I needed to tell her about her Dad and I, however I think it may just be best to tell her tonight when me and James are together. So for now just playing it cool, being the amazing teacher I am. I had tried to keep it as professional as I could given the circumstances. After going over some work sheets and giving her opportunities to do both spoken and written vocab we were almost at the end of lunch. The time had gone so quickly.

Throughout our session I noticed she kept looking at me, I know she should be looking at me because obviously I'm teaching her, but this was a different kind of looking. It was almost as if she was taking in every detail of my face, studying it. Every so often I'd catch her looking, and she would quickly look away smiling. OH MY GOD SHE KNOWS! Panic mode. She knows about her Dad and me. STAY CALM SANTANA! Then I saw her looking again, I couldn't take it any longer.

"Do you have something you want to ask me, Brittany?" I said trying to remain calm; I don't think I succeeded though.

"Sorry Miss Lopez, it's just that you're really pretty." She said nonchalantly. Well that wasn't the answer I was expecting at all. I couldn't think of anything to say after that. "Sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just say what I think is all." I couldn't help but blush. Sure I got compliments all the time but this felt different, like she really meant it and wasn't just saying to get in my pants.

"Thanks Britt." Did I just call her Britt? Is that even allowed? "Do you want to finish up now, we've got through a lot today and I'm really happy with what you've done so far as well." I said smiling softly at her. As I was looking at her I couldn't help but stare into her bright blue eyes, they looked so deep.

"Yeah that's cool, thanks for all the help today Miss Lopez." She said smiling innocently. "I'll see you later!" With that she walked out of the room, closing the door quietly. I have a feeling I'll be seeing you sooner than you can imagine. That thought made me nervous, I had almost forgotten about that while I had been tutoring Brittany, I had become distracted. I had noticed how alike Brittany and her father looked; it was like she is a younger female version of James. From the time we had spent together so far I felt that Brittany was such a sweet and caring girl, who really had an interest in learning but found it difficult and I think I could really help her.

The rest of the day dragged slowly by, the last lesson I had a class of first years who kept throwing balls of paper at each other. Next lesson they're going to have a seating plan; I am not going through that again! So here I am on my way home from work and all I can think about is Brittany, I'm almost finding it hard to concentrate on the road. I just know it's going to be so awkward when she turns up. Maybe I should go out and let James tell her on his own? That's a bit selfish of me though. I'm just hoping James has a plan. I pulled up into the drive way and walked to the front door and took a deep breath before I enter.

"James I'm home" I yell through the house.

"Here she is now." I hear James say. Surely he can't be talking to Brittany? How the fuck did she get here before me? I drove home! I walk slowly into the living room, where I had heard James speak just seconds before. As I walk in James is staring at me expectedly and Brittany is looking at me with her sparkling eyes with a mix of disbelief and what looks like disgust. Oh God. She hates me already.

"Uhmm, Miss Lopez what are you doing here?" She hasn't clocked on yet, or she really just doesn't want to believe this.

"Hey Britt, I live here, with your Dad, I'm sort of his girlfriend." Her eyes widened in shock. She looked as though she was about to scream at me.

"Oh, so you're Santana." IS THAT IT?!

"Yeah, so you ok with that or not?" Even if she wasn't there wasn't a lot I could do now anyway.

"I guess so it's just a bit weird you know, with you being my teacher and all." She said looking slightly uncomfortable; well she's not the only one!

"I know it is, it's just something we're going to have to get used to I suppose, Britt" Why do I keep calling her Britt? I'm not even sure I know her well enough to be calling her that. Is it weird? I don't want to make her more uncomfortable by trying to be over friendly, it just came out! "Sorry is it alright to call you that?"

"Yeah sure, only if I can call you San." I instantly blushed; no-one ever calls me San. I like it though. "I'm gonna go upstairs and start unpacking my stuff."

"Ok, I'll call you when dinners ready." I shout up the stairs behind her.

I'm stood chopping carrots for dinner when James walks up and cuddles me from behind and starts kissing my neck. I wriggle from his grip and move away. What if Brittany had come down the stairs and saw that? Hardly a good way to make an impression on her as her 'stepmom.' I need to make this right between all of us, I need us all to get along and to happy otherwise this could end awfully. I could see by the look in James's eye that he was upset. If I was being respectful of his daughter why wasn't he? Surely he must be aware of how important it is that everything works out and that Brittany is comfortable living with us for a bit?

"What's up babe?" He questioned. IS HE FOR REAL?

"Your daughter is upstairs and I don't want her to come downstairs and see us making against the kitchen side. It's hardly appropriate."

"I don't think she'll mind, she's grown up."He looked at me as though he was fucking me with his eyes. In that moment he quite literally repulsed me.

"Well looks like you're gonna have to wait. It just feels wrong doing anything knowing Brittany is upstairs."

"I suppose. I'm going upstairs to finish my work, call me if you need anything babe." He gave me a quick peck on the lips and wandered off upstairs.

As I was making the finishing touches to dinner my mind kept drifting off to blue eyes, pale skin, freckles, but not James's. I put it down to worrying what she thought of me and if she was settling in alright. I really hoped she liked me, I had put so much effort into making a good impression on her. I wonder what her Mom must look like because she had some of her Dads features, but not his nose or jaw, I had put that down to her Mom. Her mom must be really pretty, because Brittany is really pretty, it was obvious for everyone to see.

"Brittany, James, dinner is ready!" I yelled up the stairs to them.

"Ok, I'll be down in a sec!" James shouted back down.

Brittany walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and sat in the seat next to mine. As I put the plate in front of her I could feel her looking at me, when I looked up I saw that she was staring directly at me. So I looked back, we stood there for a good few seconds just looking at each other before I caught myself.

"Hope you like chicken." I said the first thing that came to my mind. Well that was stupid.

"Everyone loves chicken San." She said while she was still looking into my eyes.

James came and joined us and sat opposite both of us and we began eating in a comfortable silence that was until Brittany brought up the dreaded topic of conversation, mine and James's relationship.

"So how did you guys meet?" She asked looking between James and I.

"Well I was at a club with a few friends one night just having a drink at the bar and I saw Santana across the dance floor and she looked amazing. So I had to go and talk to her after a few drinks and an hour later I finally found the courage to speak to her and she rejected me. So I left. I was at a different bar a couple of months later and I spoke to her again but this time she said yes to taking me out on a date and the rest is history." He said beaming. So I smiled back at him.

"Yeah pretty much." I said.

"Dad you shouldn't be going to clubs you're too old." I laughed loudly at this, earning an eye roll from James. "Santana, how old are you? If that's ok for me to ask."

"I'm 24." I said smiling.

"Wow, you're so young!" she said in shock.

"Don't tell me I look older then that!? My looks are all I have!" I joked.

"Not at all! You're so clever and funny, and tanned." I had to laugh at that. So did Britt and James.

"Well thanks Britt."

The dinner seemed to go a lot better than I had anticipated Brittany and I had gotten along really well and there was no awkwardness. With the stress of the day I'm looking forward to going to bed and getting an early night before another early start in the morning. Before I go to bed I decide to check on Brittany to see if she needs anything. I knock on the door, because it would be kinda rude not to I suppose.

"Come in!" I hear her say through the door. So I walk in slowly. She's getting changed for bed and just in pajama shorts and a bra, as soon as I see I go to walk back out. "San, it's fine. You're going to see me like this sooner or later anyway."

"I am?" I ask, my mind going a mile a minute.

"Of course with us living together now." She said simply.

"Oh yeah. Anyway I was just checking if you need anything."

"No, I'm good thanks." She smiled at me.

"Ok well I'm heading to bed, see you in the morning Britt," I went to close the door but felt a body against mine. Brittany was hugging me, before I knew it she had let go.

"Night San." She said walking back to finish folding the rest of her clothes.

I rushed out of her room and into the bathroom. She smelt so nice like vanilla and just nice things and OH MY GOD, her body is so hot. Her legs, her arms, HER ABS! Don't get me started on her abs! Did I really just say my stepdaughter had a hot body? HIGHLY INNAPROPRIATE! I think I'm just jealous. That must be it.