They had finished her deliveries and gotten the bike to the shop in record time. Santana had spent a few minutes on the phone with Frank, who seemed actually concerned for her wellbeing after she told him about the accident. He insisted on giving her two days off while she got her bike situation figured out, and told her to stay at home, and try to take it easy, so she wouldn't exacerbate her injuries, if she had any.

While she was grateful to Frank, staying at home and not getting paid wasn't exactly what she needed at the moment, but she didn't really feel like fighting it. Now she sat at a coffee shop with Brittany, laughing about the insane adventures of Brittany's cat; Lord Tubbington.

"I swear! He's really the world's worst landlord. I don't know why his tenants put up with it."

Santana has actual tears rolling down her cheeks at this point, and was sure that she's broken a rib from laughing too hard. She puts her hands up and begs Brittany to stop.

"Please, I can't take any more." She wheezes. "You're killing me"

Brittany laughed to herself and took a sip of her coffee. Her eyebrows furrow slightly.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright? I mean, after our accident and everything."

Santana let her chuckle trail off. Brittany had seemed so concerned about her. It was as if they'd known each other for years, not just a few short hours. It gave her a small twinge in the pit of her stomach.

The rain had long since stopped, and now they sat outside of the little coffee shop drinking lattes. Brittany's treat of course. They had talked about important things (Brittany was a mathematics professor at NYU, Santana was still hoping to make it big as a singer), and not so important things (Brittany's favorite movie was Night of the Lepus, Santana hated white radishes), and the topic had morphed so many times that Santana would have needed a flow chart and a calculator to recap. But in that moment she felt like she was getting know Brittany better than she'd known anyone, and she hoped the feeling was mutual. Brittany was a very touchy feely person, and every time she reached across the table to touch Santana's arm, or brush her fingers over the other woman's knuckles, Santana could feel a slight shock go through her whole system. Brittany was intoxicating, that was certain, but they'd only just met, and Santana wasn't even sure if she was into girls. The umpteenth time she found herself getting lost in blue eyes she shook herself and took a sip of her coffee.

"I guess I'd better run. I've got a shift tonight." She said, trying to ignore the disappointed look in Brittany's eye.

"I thought your boss gave you the rest of week off?"

"Yeah, he did, but I've got this other gig…" she trailed off, not wanted to mention to Brittany that she tended bar at Coyote Ugly. She wasn't ashamed of the work, but she wasn't necessarily proud of it either.

"Oh."

The disappointment was still clear in Brittany's voice. "Well, at least let me give you a ride."

Santana hesitated. She'd only just met the other woman. They'd spent most of the afternoon together, and now Brittany was going to know where she lived. Thinking on it, it really wasn't a bad idea, but Santana knew of too many people who had burned by creepers.

As if sensing her hesitation, Brittany covered Santana's hand with her own. "I'm not asking to come in or anything." She laughed, her eyes twinkling.

Santana returned the smile and shook off her reservations. She quickly finished the remnants of her coffee and stood up. "Well, what are we waiting for then? Let's go."

Brittany smiled and stood as well. Reaching for Santana's hand, she linked their pinkies and led them both out to the car.

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It was almost midnight and Santana couldn't stop thinking about Brittany. After driving her home, Britt had spent an inordinate amount of time parked in front of her building, chatting before Santana had insisted that she had to go. The blonde didn't seem like she wanted to leave, and even as Santana turned to close the door to her building, she could see Brittany still standing beside her car, hands jammed into pockets, digging into the asphalt with the toe of her shoe, and gazing, peering really, into the building that Santana had disappeared into. If it weren't so gosh darn cute, Santana probably would have thought it was weird.

But as it stood she had taken a shower, gotten dressed, taken the subway downtown and started her shift all with the gorgeous blonde on her mind. It was proving to be a bit of a distraction as she had already given someone the wrong drink twice, and had managed to spill beer all over herself.

"God dammit!" she grumbled, pulling the soaked fabric away from her chest.

Rosa, one of the other bartenders, laughed behind her hand, and nodded towards the bathroom, indicating that she would cover for Santana for the moment. After reaching for her bag, and grabbing the extra shirt she always brought with her, Santana fought her way through the crowds, and headed straight for the bathroom and headed inside. Luckily the bathroom was packed and nobody seemed to really care when she whipped off her shirt without bothering to duck into a stall.

Well, almost no one. In front of Santana, a short brunette stood, with eyes nearly popping out of her head. Santana knew the type. A perfect daddy's girl, who would never admit it, but probably would have done well with a good shagging from a lady who knew what she was doing. The brunette looked like the kind of person who would claim to be 1000% hetero, but get a few drinks in her, and she'd be singing a different tune. Santana took her time wiggling her arms out of the shirt, determined to put on a little show for the other woman. Turning around to adjust her bra in the mirror, she made sure she to bend just enough so that her (magnificent) butt was on full display. Santana giggled to herself before turning around.

The laugh stopped in her throat when she realized that the brunette was gone, and eating her up hungrily were some of the bluest eyes that Santana had ever seen. Blue eyes that she wasn't sure she'd ever get enough of. The gasp barely ripped out of her mouth before Brittany was striding towards her, full of purpose. Santana quickly reached down and began to pull the shirt over her head, just getting it over her ears before Brittany stopped in front of her. She stood so close that Santana could almost feel her breath on her face. "Are you following me?" Santana meant for it to sound like a joke, but she wasn't sure if it was a joke, if she half believed it. "I was going to ask you the same thing." Came the smooth reply.

Santana almost took a step back. The Brittany that stood before her was not the same woman whom she had interacted with only hours before. Gone was the flighty, bright, funny girl. The person that stood before her was a predator, plain and simple. Brittany smiled lightly, baring her teeth. Santana had to shake her head to keep from imagining those teeth nipping and biting along her neck and jawline. The way Brittany was staring at her, she felt like a dolphin in front of a great white. It was a sensation that sent a shiver between her legs, and she pulled the shirt down quickly, crossing her arms in front of her.

Brittany smiled again, looking more like the fox who got into the hen house.

"Quite a show you were putting on for my friend, there." She said, nodding to the stall Santana assume the friend went through. "I don't know if she'd really appreciate it."

Brittany took another step forward. The devilish smile still playing on her lips. Santana gulped. She wanted to take a step back, but only moving a few centimeters felt her butt make contact with the cold of the porcelain sink.

"T-that's your friend?" Santana managed to stutter out.

Just as she spoke, the short brunette stumbled out of the bathroom stall, trailing a piece of tissue attached to the bottom of her shoe. Brittany kept her eyes on Santana as she wrapped her arm around the other woman. "Say hello, Rachel." she purred.

The woman who was now identified, seemed pretty wasted and Santana figured that's why she'd had so much interest in her eyes earlier.

"Hello Rachel." The brunette deadpanned before bursting out into giggles.

Santana only managed a slight wave before Brittany was whispering in the other woman's ear. Rachel nodded sloppily and giggled before wobbling for the door.

"W-where's she off to?" Santana cursed herself for the uncertainty in her words. She was normally the one making pretty ladies swoon, and shake in their boots, but now she found her mouth getting dry and her knees getting weak.

Brittany didn't answer, but moved closer to where Santana still stood with her butt pressed against the sink. She had a small smile that played on her lips and a mysterious gleam in her eyes. Santana swallowed loudly. Brittany didn't seem to notice her discomfort and just stopped until her shoes were parked on either side of Santana.

"I've been watching you for a while. When you were at the bar."

Santana started. She can't believe she could have missed those blue eyes staring at her all night. She was also a little disappointed. She had been thinking so deeply about having those lips on her that she'd missed them in actual proximity. Before she could think of a response Brittany moved impossibly closer, and spoke up again.

"You looked like you had something on your mind."

Santana couldn't very well say that she had been imagining Brittany planting kisses over her neck and down even further. She certainly couldn't say that she had been imagining them in some very compromising situations.

"I...uh... I"

Brittany put a finger to Santana's lip. And leaned further still, until her lips were ghosting over the other

woman's ear.

"I just wanted you to know that I was thinking the same thing."

Santana could feel her warm breath moving over her ear and her neck, making her shudder. Brittany smelled faintly of fruity drinks heavy with alcohol, and somehow it was making Santana intoxicated. She could feel the world spinning, and before she knew it, she was grabbing the closest thing to her, Brittany.

She put her hands on both sides of the other woman's hips, and pulled her flush to her own body. Brittany moaned gently as their bodies made contact, and the tingle that had been rippling through Santana became a full blown roar. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the taller woman's shoulder, and she could feel her pulse quicken, knowing that with a slight turn of her head, she could give her lips full unrestricted access to Brittany's neck. She hesitated for a moment, not sure if she wanted to have a full on makeout session in the women's bathroom at her job. And in that moment of hesitation the bathroom door swung open, and from her vantage point, Santana could see another brunette, this one both smaller and louder (inexplicably) than the last one making a beeline for them.

"Britt! Quit making out with the hot bartender, and let's get out of here! Rachel was looking for you."

Brittany turned around and gave one of her megawatt smiles. "Sugar! Hi!" She was waving furiously to the brunette, and Santana could hear the slur in her words. Brittany was definitely drunker than she let on, and Santana was glad they didn't go any further than she did, she didn't want to be a drunken mistake.

Sugar grabbed Brittany's hand and started pulling her towards the door. Brittany, in her own way followed behind, but when she turned back to look at Santana, the Latina felt a deep feeling in the pit of her stomach. Brittany had stopped moving, and Sugar was struggling but couldn't budge her an inch. Santana looked deep into blue eyes, and felt Brittany staring hard at her. Suddenly, Brittany changed direction, pulling Sugar along as easily as if she weren't holding her at all. She marched towards Santana until she was only a few steps away, and using her free arm pulled Santana into a sloppy embrace. Then turning, she pressed her lips gently against Santana's, and Santana once again felt her world start to spin. Pulling away, Santana felt breath ghost her cheek and her heart seemed to catch in her throat.

"Britt, Tina is waiting for us!" Sugar whined, pulling again at Brittany's arm, and the blonde allowed herself to be led away from Santana, keeping her eyes on the other woman the entire time.

Santana had to swallow several times before she could get rid of her cotton mouth. That was hot. She thought to herself, crossing and uncrossing her legs several times before feeling well enough to take a few cautious steps towards the bathroom door. As she walked through the door, she scanned the room, looking for a flash of blonde hair, but finding none went to take her place back at the bar.

It had almost been like floating through a dream. Rosa watched her with a strange look on her face, but Santana didn't care. She wasn't sure if Brittany kissed her because she wanted to or because she was drunk, but the kiss still burned on her lips even hours later. She floated through the evening, and always kept an eye on the crowd, searching for blue eyes but finding none.

As the bar closed and she headed towards the subway station, heading back towards home, she found herself wondering what Brittany was up to that night. Maybe she had headed out to another bar, or maybe she had found another cute bartender to hang out with. She grimaced. She really didn't want to think about Brittany, backing some other girl up against a bathroom sink, her breath warm on another woman's cheek, her lips faintly tracing someone else's earlobe. She made a run for the train and found a seat just as the doors slid closed.

Suddenly her phone buzzed in her pocket.

It was nice seeing you tonight. ;)

Santana smiled down at her phone. There was something to be said for getting an unsolicited message that let her know that Brittany had been thinking about their little bathroom encounter, just like she had. Santana quickly typed out a reply.

I'm still not totally convinced you aren't stalking me. :P

Santana waited for a moment and smiled quickly when her phone buzzed again a few moments later.

I totally am.

She felt a chill go through her spine. She was thinking about her response when her phone lit up.

We'll have to finish what we started. Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting.

Santana gulped, and wasn't sure how to respond. Another moment and the phone lit up once more.

Come by the school tomorrow, and I'll take you to lunch.

The quick change of topic startled Santana, but she was able to respond in the affirmative before Brittany had the chance to text again.

Good. See you then. ;)

Santana took a few moments staring at the last message, a warm feeling blooming in her chest. Brittany S. Pierce wanted to see her again. She couldn't remember the last time she felt the jittery, excited feeling that she experienced now. She looked around the subway car, hoping no one had caught the dopey grin that she had felt spreading across her lips. The car was almost empty, it's only occupants besides Santana being an older gentleman who seemed to have passed out, and a group of kids quietly texting back and forth in the corner. She allowed herself to look back down and felt the smile blooming again. Tomorrow she would be having lunch with Brittany Pierce, and she couldn't think of anything else she'd rather be doing.