A/N - I wanted to make something clear, before this story got further into it. I'm English, so I will be spelling things differently but I will still use 'mom' as it only feels right. But some things, like sofa for example in this story I didn't know if it was the way American's use it. I apologise if I confuse you but you'll have to give me pardon for that. Anyway, I'm really enjoying writing Rachel's character, she's always fun. I hope you like it!

Chapter 2

Santana couldn't help but stare at at the woman's legs. They were long, toned and tanned and Santana loved it. The building wasn't as large as it had looked from outside. It had multiple dance studio's and a fitness room but that's all she saw. Quinn and Rachel were talking about how they had to thank Mike for squeezing them in in such short notice, and Quinn had to make him apologise for just that too. Santana laughed at how grouchy she was being.

Once they got inside Rachel and Quinn went over to Mike like they promised and left Brittany and Santana to warm up alone.

''Why are you here? I didn't mean that rudely, sorry, I just meant you don't look like you need to get fit and all'' Brittany was blushing by now and Santana found it adorable.

''Well, you see the one with blonde hair? She was the captain of the cheer leading squad in high school and I think she wants the body back''

''So you're here for her?''

''Moral support, I suppose. I also thought it could be fun to look at the erm.. people here''

Brittany stretched down to touch her fingers to her toes and Santana grew hot. Was it hot in here? It sure felt it.

''I think that's really nice of you, you're probably a really good friend''

Santana blushed visibly this time and just then Mike's whistle blew calling them over. She felt like she was in an army camp. But an army camp with very hot girls all the same. Or a hot girl.

She jogged over to Rachel and Quinn and threw her jacket to the side by the mirrors.

''Seems like you've grown a liking to her''

''Shut it, Fabray. You wanted to come here and I came as a friend. Don't be a bitch, not today''

With that Quinn quieted quickly. The arguing was making Rachel nervous and and near the end of the session it was obvious because she kept fumbling, so much so that Brittany came over to help her and Mike took over. Santana seethed with jealousy she didn't even know she had, Brittany had her hands against Rachel's hips guiding her. They should be on her hips.

''Step to the right.. throw your hands up and then pivot back forwards. You've got it!'' Brittany beamed at Rachel and Rachel couldn't have been happier with herself. Santana huffed loudly causing Brittany to look at her.

''Do you need some help too? Maybe some water?''

Santana didn't know whether to be insulted or flattered, ''No , thanks. I think I've got it''

''Well, if any of you do just call me over. Good luck guys and good session, we're wrapping up in a minute. You can finish now if you want''

Quinn started gathering her things and looked too pleased the session was over whilst Santana's face was different.

''You alright San? Are you sure you don't need any water?''

''I don't need any fucking water okay! I'm not a child. I'm in better shape than you''

''Ouch. Someone got their bitch flakes this morning. Whatever. Rachel hurry up, I want to go home''

Rachel looked up and nodded, ''Yeah sure. You ready San?''

''Don't call me San and I suppose so''

Brittany was now talking to Mike and she looked happy with herself, she'd probably passed with flying colours. That girls got moves. Santana was disappointed that they had to go. All she said to the girl this entire time was that she didn't need help. Pathetic. She felt entirely pathetic. Normally Santana was a quick thinker and could always find an excuse to get closer to any hot girl or if she was in the right mind and intoxicated enough the right guy. But that was only if she couldn't find anything better. She grabbed her jumper and her nearly empty bottle of water and started to walk away. She was furious at herself for not being able to turn around and say what she wanted. That she thought Brittany was really pretty, and she'd love to take her on a date or that she still did, find her very pretty and that she couldn't wait for the next session. Pathetic.

''Hey, Santana! Wait up''

Santana smiled to herself and turned around, maybe she hadn't lost all her charm after all.

''You were really good today'' Brittany rocked on her heels as she said this

Santana ducked her head, slightly embarrassed, ''Thanks. You too. I'm sure you passed, if not I'll talk to Mike, I have some pull with that one''

''I did, thank you. Are you coming next week?''

Crap, she thought. She had a project due next week for NYU, she couldn't exactly miss it.

''I don't think so. I've got some work due, I'll probably be back in a few weeks and stuff. If Quinn doesn't give up''

Brittany looked like she was thinking for a second and then said ''Well, if you want, I could er, maybe give you a one on one session when you want. It doesn't cost more than this session does so it's not the cost you'd have to worry about. It'd look good if I was giving someone private sessions and I mean, what better help could you ask for?'' Brittany winked and Santana flushed

''Yeah, that'd be great. Do you want my number or shall I get yours?''

Quinn piped up then, ''We don't have all day, lady lover''

Santana turned with venom pouring out of her, ''Shut your mouth Fabray. I'm busy here!''

''Meet you at the car, loser''

Brittany looked embarrassed and Santana felt bad. She wanted to assure her that her friends weren't always like this, but they were. After a few seconds of silence Brittany spoke again.

''Give me your phone?''

Santana was a little puzzled but handed it over anyway. When she got it back she saw a new contact with the title 'Brit' and she swooned, this girl was perfect.

''Call me tonight and we'll discuss it okay? I've gotta go, but I look forward to later. Have a nice night Santana''

With that she was gone and Santana tried to get her breath back but to no avail she left the dance room and found her way to Rachel's car.

''Sup loser, what took you so long? Flirting with your new girlfriend?''

''Right, firstly Quinn on a serious note you made that very uncomfortable for both of us. She was helping me out and you made her face redder than berry's gets when we eat her fruit. I'm not kidding around here, don't do that again. Ever''

''Alright, I'm sorry. It was out of line. I apologise''

Santana nodded and they knew that all was forgiven. Rachel started blasting some show tunes so Santana decided to get some sleep.

Santana woke up to a slight pressure on her back. She groaned and turned around to find blonde hair and almost hoped it was Brittany's but didn't. It was Quinn.

''Hey sleepy head, there's food out there and you need to eat''

''Ugh, can I stay in bed?''

''No. You won't sleep tonight and as you're sleeping in my bed I don't want you restless. Come on''

Quinn pulled Santana's arm until she was sitting up and started tickling her. Santana started screaming for mercy but Quinn wasn't having any of it.

''Stop! Stop I can't ugh I can't''

''Are you going to get out of bed?''

''Yes! I will! I can't breathe! Please! I love you!''

Quinn laughed and rubbed the spot on Santana's stomach that she had been tickling until her hand was swatted away and they walked into the kitchen together.

''Here get this down you'' Quinn handed Santana some coffee and pasta and Santana smiled gratefully

Rachel bounced over and sat on a seat opposite the two, ''So what's the plan for tonight?''

Quinn and Santana shrugged, Quinn went back to her book and Santana carried on eating.

''Well as helpful as you two have just been, why don't we watch a movie? I can go to the store and get snacks and maybe a little alcohol?''

''Alcohol, yes'' Santana mumbled

''No way, no more alcohol. I have seen enough vodka to last me to next year''

''In that case, definitely get alcohol Berry. I'll drink it at least. You gonna join in or be a loser?''

''I resent that Santana. I may drink a glass or two, but I will not be getting drunk as I have a very important class tomorrow and-

''I don't need a fucking essay. You'll drink a bit and I'll drink a lot I get it''

Quinn shut her book then, ''Santana we need to talk about your.. room mates''

Santana groaned, ''Ugh not now, please. I still have images in my head that I don't want''

''I agree with Quinn. Have you even spoke to them?''

''No and I don't plan to. I'll get my stuff mid next week or something. Drop it you two, it's my mess and I'll figure it out myself, okay?''

They all nodded. Santana's word was final.

Quinn, Santana and Rachel were all at target to get candy for the movie. Santana was only here to choose the alcohol, she was not letting that be put in Rachel's hand.

Rachel spoke then, ''Has Mike replied to coming?''

''Yeah, Tina's coming too. Sam might be coming and apparently Mike wants to bring a guest and asked if that's okay. Is it?''

''Hm, I don't know, they could be a creep''

Santana picked up a large bottle of vodka and placed it gently in the cart, ''I highly doubt one of Mike's friends would be a creep. Let them come, it could be interesting''

''You better get another bottle then, in case the guest wants some. I know Tina will''

''Yes Rachel. I fucking love this new attitude. Whatever guy is bringing this on, keep him''

Rachel blushed and Quinn hit her gently. They were all laughing and smiling and this is the way it should be.

Quinn's phone buzzed again, ''Apparently they're bringing alcohol too. Oh well, the more the happier or whatever that saying is''

They were walking to pay for the items when Santana got sight of Mike and Tina. She was almost disappointed they didn't have their guest with them. She was getting very curious as to who it was and she was hoping it was Brittany. But she didn't want to get her hopes up just to have them shattered.

''Hey guys! I didn't think you'd be in this target, isn't it a little far for you to go?''

Santana spoke up and moved forward, ''Well this one'' she pointed to Rachel, ''Doesn't like the other target. Something about bad customer service or something''

''Santana I resent that. Mike it was much more than that. I'll tell you about it tonight if you'd like, I'm sure we'd all like to hear it. Customer service is vital''

Santana rolled her eyes and Quinn spoke up, ''Maybe another night, Rach. Anyway, we better get going, I would like to go to sleep sometime this evening''

''You've been asleep all afternoon! I've been awake since 7 due to someone's obnoxious singing''

''Not my fault your body is weird. Come on I'm bored''

''Santana we aren't here for pleasure-

Santana blocked Rachel out and they payed for their alcohol, mix of sweets and popcorn.

Santana, Quinn and Rachel were setting up the living room to allow for the extra guests, well Quinn and Rachel were, Santana was more interested in the alcohol. Santana's mind inevitably went to Brittany. She couldn't believe someone could be so graceful yet attractive, but then again she hadn't really met anyone like Brittany. She didn't know much about her, but she had her number and promised to call her tonight. Which she should probably do before the guests get here or it'd be too late. She pulled her phone out when the doorbell rang, crap she thought.

Rachel bounced up, ''I'll get it!''

''Come in, come in! Oh so this was the guest you were talking about Mike? What a lovely surprise. I'm glad you can see me in a better condition than earlier-

Santana drowned Rachel out. Was she talking about Brittany? Was Brittany, the girl with long blonde hair and even longer legs coming into her new apartment?

''Hey guys, this is Brittany. She's my colleague as of today, so be nice''

Brittany came round the corner and shyly waved a hand, in the other hand was a bag of skittles and her phone. She spotted Santana and came over, while Santana tried to get her breathing even.

''You didn't call me, but I guess that doesn't really matter now, right?''

''Suppose not. Do you want a drink? We have tea, coffee, alcohol and erm, that's it''

''Does any New York apartment have anything different? I'll have some wine if that's okay''

Santana smiled and got two glasses and poured until Brittany said stop, which was only half way but Santana went along with it. Tina and Mike sat down on the sofa cuddled together kissing already, it made her want to barf. Quinn was nowhere to be seen and Rachel was on her phone to most likely her manager. As the film was obviously not starting yet, Santana had an idea.

''Do you want a tour of the apartment? As no one seems to be film ready right now. We could talk and stuff''

Brittany nodded and put her phone and skittles down on the side and followed Santana up. Santana still didn't know what to think. Brittany, the dancer was in her apartment and she didn't even have to invite her here herself. Score.

''That's Rachel's room, you probably don't want to go in there. It's way too pink for me, it kind of gives me headache. Annnd, here with have Quinn's room, and my temporary room. I'm sleeping here until the office is turned into my room. We haven't made much progress yet'' Santana ducked her head, feeling like she'd shared too much

''It's nice, I like it. Can I ask why? Like, why you're living in Quinn's room?''

They sat on Santana's/Quinn's bed and sipped wine, ''Well, my room mates were.. animals. That's the best way to describe it. I didn't even really speak to them but they had sex a lot. I know, gross right? I didn't feel comfortable there, at all. And Quinn let me stay here, she's my best friend and I suppose Berry's alright too''

''Berry? Isn't that a fruit?''

Santana laughed heartily and she spilt wine down her white button down shirt, ''Fuck, ugh this is a new shirt''

Brittany stood up and asked where the bathroom was and came back with a towel. She sat back on the bed and put both of their wine glasses to the side to pay attention to the shirt. Brittany's hands were holding a sliver of skin that had peeked out from the bottom of the shirt and the other was in the towel that was grazing her boobs, she suppressed a moan and covered it with a cough.

Brittany put the towel down, ''I think that's going to have to do for now. Couldn't you change?''

''Santana! Brittany! Get your asses down here the movie started 10 minutes ago!''

''Oops, we better get down there, you change your shirt and I'll meet you there. Thanks for the erm, wine''

Brittany left the room and Santana felt turned on, desperate for Brittany's touch again and above all confused. At least she had a few more hours with her. Santana sighed and pulled off her white button down shirt and realised she still didn't have any of her clothes. She put on a black tank top figuring Quinn wouldn't mind and went downstairs.

Rachel and Quinn were sitting on the floor with their backs to the sofa, whilst Brittany was sitting with Mike and Tina laughing and Santana was on the end of the sofa on her own, moping. She wasn't even sitting next to Rachel. She sighed and went to the kitchen to get some more wine.

''Hey are you okay?'' Brittany had followed her into the kitchen and she hadn't even noticed.

''Yeah, I mean, yeah. It's getting a little hot in there and I ran out of wine'' Santana held up the bottle to show what she was doing, ''Want some more?''

''Well'' Brittany rocked on her heels, ''Why don't we bring out some a little more.. interesting?''

''You mean the vodka?''

Brittany nodded and sat at one of the bar stools in the kitchen, ''It could be fun''

''I'd love to, but I have class and then work tomorrow. As much as I want to, I can't get drunk. And I need to get some of my stuff from my old apartment, ugh this sucks''

Brittany looked guilty and a little disappointed but she sighed and started walking back until Santana spoke again, ''But.. maybe a few won't hurt, right?''

Brittany turned back with a huge smile on her face, ''Right! Oh and I wanted to talk to you about something''

Santana grabbed a few shot glasses and held them while Brittany came over to pour the vodka in them, they were in such close proximity that Santana could hardly breathe. She could smell strawberries, which was probably Brittany's shampoo and she swooned, she tried to make what she was saying come out casually, ''What was that?''

''Have you thought about the private lessons? It'd help both of us. I know I screwed the phone call over by being here and I'm sorry if you didn't want me here-

''What no, don't be silly. I do want you here, I don't really know you much but I do. How about I have a think about that and call you later? Unless you're tired then another day''

''No, I'm sure I'll be up. I think I'm staying at Tina's tonight anyway. She told me a little about you. You're a singer huh?''

Santana blushed and started cutting up some limes, ''A little, I study music. But it's not a big deal really''

''Oh I think it is. You're being modest. Maybe you could sing for me one day''

Santana blushed for probably the 50th time tonight and said they should probably head back in and Brittany agreed, a little disappointed at Santana's poor response.

''Shots, shots shots!'' Brittany chanted and Santana couldn't help but laugh, Mike turned off the tv and they all settled around the sofa where Santana was handing them out.

Rachel shook her head, ''No not for me, I have class tomorrow''

Quinn did the same, ''Me either. Class and work tomorrow. That's a no go''

''More for us then!'' Tina and Mike took two each and so did Brittany and Santana. There was a few coughs shared between the four and everyone was laughing.

''Shall I put some music on?''

''Wow, Quinn maybe you're not that boring after all'' Santana winked and was gifted with a slight shove, ''Need some help?''

They both went over to the CD player and started looking through the hundreds of CD's Rachel and Quinn owned. Santana was the first to speak, ''I really need to bring some decent music here when I get my stuff back. Speaking of, can we are go there after class?''

Quinn mulled over the decision, ''Shall we go after work instead? It doesn't really matter the time with your roommates. I'm sure Mike would help with the heavy lifting, maybe even Finn''

''Alright, thanks Quinn. For everything. I wasn't happy there and this is better, I do love you, you know. Even if I don't say it much''

A rare hug was shared between the two and then all the sappiness was forgotten. They put on something of Quinn's that Santana had never heard, it was ''War paint'' by The Dangerous Summer. She could dig this.

Mike and Brittany were dancing together and Tina and Rachel were singing horribly, but no one cared because they were drunk and that was all that mattered.

After at least 45 minutes of singing and dancing and more shots, Mike said they should probably get going. Santana looked to Brittany, hoping that she would come over. She was nearly out the door before Santana got her senses together and rushed over, pushing Rachel to the floor on her way.

''Hey, you were talking about the dancing thing, shall I text you about it?''

Brittany played with her hair and smiled, ''I thought you were gonna call?''

''I'll call, whatever you want. In about 30 minutes? I need to clean up here or Berry will have a heart attack at the mess and that would be a disaster. Or it wouldn't. Anyway, I'll let you get going. I had fun tonight''

Brittany smiled and opened the door, ''Me too, see you Santana'' and with that she was gone.