The beginning of summer break began and Brittany had the intentions of spending every moment she could on the water. Quinn expected this aswell but as she showed up at her friends house, the shorter blonde was met with an unwelcome frown.
"I have to get a job," Brittany began. "Dad says I need to earn money this summer." Brittany finishes with mocking tone.
Quinn gasps in shock before letting out a small chuckle.
"That's totally unfair, but I guess I can hang out with Sam more."
Brittany just stands there in complete shock as to why her friend isn't more sympathetic. She wants Quinn to figure out a plan to somehow convince the Pierce's that this whole job idea is a bad one.
"That's it?" The taller blonde asks, holding her hands out.
Quinn just shrugs and pats both of her friends hands jokingly.
"Maybe this is a good thing Britt. You'll get money and you can afford a new surfboard," Quinn's smirk slowly fades when she notices Brittany squint and clench her jaw.
"Are your parents home?" Quinn asks, confusing the blonde.
"No..."
"Oh thank god, I was just putting on that act incase they were home. Your parents love me afterall and I don't want them thinking I'm a bad influence," Quinn took a deep breath after blurting all of that out in one go.
She entered the house and flailed her arms around like a maniac while Brittany just smirked at the girl.
"So, you want to get the gang together for a party or something?"
"Not tonight, but soon!" Quinn promised as she headed back towards the door. "Go find a job, make your parents think you're finally taking responsibilty and they'll let you surf this summer," Quinn explained, looking excitedly at her friend who was now grinning back.
"Far out, you're smart," Brittany complimented, while Quinn hid her blush shyly.
"That's what I'm here for!" Quinn's yell was faint as she was running down the pathway towards the beach but Brittany heard the girl.
She knew Quinn was right. But Brittany still didn't want to have to make an effort and get a job. She then looked down at her surfboard which was aging and looking totally run down. She had run out of wax and her parents wouldn't buy her anymore, thinking that would make the girl study more rather than surf. It only made Brittany grow more distant.
Taking one last deep breath, Brittany grabbed the flyer that caught her eye the previous day and headed down to the address.
"Santana, you're going to be late!" Mrs. Lopez yelled from the hallway.
Santana just rolled her eyes and continued brushing her chocolate brown locks, while admiring herself in the mirror. She was due to meet some important clients of her fathers that could possibly make of break the man's career and Mr. Lopez mentioned he need his two favourite girls there for support.
"Coming!" Santana yelled after another impatient yell from her mother. She then placed the brush down and sighed contently before walking outside.
They arrived at the meeting and soon enough Santana felt herself become more bored by the second. The adults engaged in typical chit chat about politics and money. Santana would've rather sit in her room and stare at the clouds that day but she knew how much this meant to her father.
After a few hours of fake smiles and carefree banter, Mr. Lopez finally said goodbye to the other men and parted ways. Santana couldn't be more relieved when she finally felt fresh air. She had told her father she'd rather go for a walk then go home right away and he was fine with that.
She headed out towards the small shops which were crammed in alleyways. They weren't expensive or popular and Santana would normally just stroll by them. But the Latina loved coming through here and getting a taste of what an ordinary world was like.
She passed by a few more small stores before setting her eyes on a bead encrusted purse which stuck out amoungst everything else.
"That's a wishing purse," An old woman explained.
Santana smiled faintly at the woman before edging closer to the small accessory.
"How do you, you know, wish?" Santana asked a little embarrassed. She had hardly ever been able to carefully study anything at these stalls. Everytime she had gone shopping, it was with her mother at expensive stores on the other side of town.
"Here," The lady unzipped the small purse and pulled out a small piece of a paper. "Write a wish on it, then put it back in the purse," She said with a grin.
Santana eyed the purse curiously before pulling out a few dollars. She handed it over to the woman in exchange for the purse and then finally headed home.
She contemplated what she would write on the paper but then it finally hit her. She always just wanted a-
As Santana stepped into her home, there was a loud splashing sound. Her mother and father never went in the pool anymore and Puck was no longer welcome inside the house. Unless he broke his way in.
Santana carefully tip toed her way towards the back door and stood in the frame. She noticed a girl bending over by the pool and instantly Santana felt her temparture rise.
The Latina soon realized that it was the talented surfer girl she had seen the day before.
Santana didn't want to stare, but that's exactly what she found herself doing. Normally she'd have rager and start throwing things around if she found a stranger in her house. This was somehow different though, Santana was simply captivated by the girl.
Her blonde hair hung delicately along her back and shoulders. Her legs; long and lean. She was in only a bikini top and shorts which made it even harder for Santana to keep the tingling sensation between her thighs under control. But why was she feeling like this?
Santana tiptoed right, hiding half her body behind a wall. She continued to gaze upon this other girl who she hated to admit it, but was indeed drop dead gorgeous.
Although she despised her generation, she couldn't help but grow infatuated over the blonde. She didn't understand her feelings but knew that she was 16 and still growing, so her hormones were in full swing. Yep, that was it.
There was water across the girls lower half and it caused her skin to shine under the warm sun. Santana was enjoying the view so much she didn't hear Puck creep up behind her.
He snaked a hand around her waist and luckily she only let out a small gasp, so the blonde girl didn't hear. Santana turned around in disgust before realizing how turned on she was from staring at the blonde.
"Oh for god's sake!" She hissed, dragging Puck upstairs to her bedroom.
After half an hour, Santana pulled on her dressing gown and moved toward the balcony. It was only fourplay, but Santana hated herself for giving herself to Puck that easily. She wanted to wait even if it was just a simply touch on her lower area.
She leant over the rail and peered down, surprised to see the girl was still there. She was talking animatedly to Santana's father before shaking the man's hand.
Santana couldn't help but be mesmorized by the way the blonde's lips hit the glass of lemonade. For a minute Santana wished it was her lips against the blonde's. This was odd for the Latina. She never thought of girls in this way, but for some reason she felt almost an automatic attraction to the blonde.
Suddenly the blonde looked up towards Santana, catching her gaze. For some reason Santana didn't feel uneasy. She just stared at the blonde with curiousty, wondering what she was even doing in her home.
Brittany stared up at the Latina and subconciously licked her lips, noticing how beautiful the brunette really was. Especially on a high balcony with the sun's raise catching her in the right places.
After a 2 minute staring contest Brittany saw a man appear from behind the Latina and kiss her cheek. Ofcourse this girl had to have a boyfriend, she was gorgeous. But as the boy embraced her, the Latina didn't seem to enjoy it and Brittany noticed.
Brittany proceeded into the house and out of view. Santana let out a dissapointing sigh before pulling Puck off her and heading inside.
"Who was that?" Santana asked her father as she sat at the table.
"That's the new pool girl," Mr. Lopez explained, not looking up from his food.
"What about a maid?" Santana asked trying not to sound like her focus was only on the gorgeous blonde.
"We're still looking for one sweetheart," Mrs. Lopez said sweetly, but Santana couldn't help but grumble.
This meant she had to continue cleaning up after herself.
"Far out why did Puck have to go and have a threesome?" Santana's tone, caused both her parents to look up at her and frown. She mouthed a sorry to them before slumping in her chair.
"Hopefully you and Brittany get along," Mr. Lopez spoke, breaking the silence.
"Who?" Santana asked, knitting her eyebrows in confusion.
"Brittany. The pool girl," Mr. Lopez stated simply.
"Brittany? That's such a cute name," Santana thought, letting out a loving sigh as she stared off into space.
"I got the job!" Brittany yelled throughout the house.
Her parents strided into the kitchen with a grin on their faces.
"As what?" Mrs. Pierce asked excited.
"A pool girl, for some rich family," She stared at her parents who looked abit confused. "I get paid well," She added and they let out a relieved sigh.
"Well aslong as you're getting money to support yourself, that's all that matters."
"Yep," Brittany replied bluntly, before grabbing an apple and heading to her room.
She lay in her bed, trying to get her mind off of the stunning Latina she saw on her balcony. She looked so lonely and curious. Brittany just wanted to break the girl down and figure her out, except she knows the brunette comes from a wealthy family and most like doesn't associate with middle class people.
She loved the Latina's brown locks how each wave was so defined. The dress she wore was flawless. The red fabric hung off the girls body so delicately. Her full red lips and chocolate brown eyes that she could barely make out. Brittany wanted to know this girl, but it was definitely going to be a challenge.
A/N: Let me know what you think, because there is much to come with this story and more brittana interaction in the next few chapters. With faberry aswell ;)