A/N: Glad you enjoyed the last chapter. Yes, Brittany's situation is awful, but, not to worry, Santana will figure it out, and protect Brittany. Also, in this story, their relationship and connection is going to be an extremely strong one. EXTREMELY strong. And so will their love. So, be patient and we may get there sooner than you think. :)
Hope you enjoy this chapter...
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Chapter Two: Contagious
Eight Thirty. Right on the dot. And Santana walked into the building, right into the shoe department.
"Porcelain, these shoes are amazing. Order more." Santana said before walking out of the shoe department and toward her office. As soon as she walked in, she saw Brittany sitting at her desk with her back up straight and a sad look on her face. Santana hung up her coat and stood right in front of Brittany's desk, her eyes stuck on the blondes ducked head, "Morning," Santana said, "Rough night?"
"Morning, Ms Lopez." Brittany said, snapping her head up and folding her hands in front of her, "Um, no, just not feeling too good today."
"Sleeves?" Santana asked, staring at the blondes covered arms, "Yesterday you wore leg warmers but today you've upgraded to sleeves?" Brittany gulped before forcing a smile.
"Um, yeah, it's cold today." Brittany answered.
"Mm, if you call 55 degrees cold, then, sure, it's cold." Santana said, her face blank and unable to read. Santana then reached out her hand and gripped Brittany's left arm, right in the crook of her elbow, causing the blonde to wince and tears to pool in her eyes which she quickly blinked away, "Roll up your sleeves." Santana ordered gently, noticing the blondes wince. Brittany hesitated but then gave in, rolling up her right sleeve and then her left, revealing the burn hole in her arm, "And how did that happen?" Santana asked, glancing at the slight hole in Brittany's arm and then back at Brittany.
"Um, a friend of mine s-smokes and, um, she accidentally flicked some of the ash from her cigarette on-onto my arm." Brittany stuttered. Santana's signature eyebrow raised as if being pulled up by an invisible string and the latina pursed her lips in disbelief.
"I don't believe you." Santana said seriously, eyes still on Brittany's, "What I think happened is you said something to your boyfriend that he didn't like and in his drunken state, I assume, put his cigarette out on your arm. Am I right?" Brittany's mouth fell open and her eyes widened at how fast the latina figured that out, "You're wondering how I know that. My dad was an abusive drunk and did the same thing to my mom when she told him to get help. I've seen this before Brittany. You can't lie to me."
"U-Um, I don't... I don't really know you a-all that well and I don't think i-it's fair of me to dump my relationship problems all over you." Brittany said, looking down at her hands that were now fiddling with her blue panda pen.
"You're right... You don't know me... Yet." Santana said, her face still blank and unreadable, "But, like I said, if he ever hits you, tell me. And judging by that purple finger mark by your ear, he has hit you." Brittany's tears fell down her face and she was quick to wipe them away.
"It's fine." Brittany said, "Just don't tell anybody, please."
"Nobody deserves to be treated that way, Brittany. Especially not someone like you." Santana said, "Judging by what I've seen, and correct me if I'm wrong, but judging by what I've seen you're an extremely sweet girl. Letting some ass hole beat up on you is not right. And I can see that you're strong too, so he must have said something to make you this terrified."
"It's okay. Really, Ms Lopez, I'm fine." Brittany said. Santana then unexpectedly reached her hand over and stopped Brittany's fiddling fingers with her own.
"Look, I know we don't know each other all that well, but we were definitely friends in our last life." Santana said with a soft smile, "And I mean what I say when I tell you to let me know if he hits you. I'm a pretty powerful bitch and I can make sure he doesn't ever come near you again." Brittany smiled, calming down at the touch of the latina's hand against the hers, "So, let me know, okay?"
"Okay, Ms Lopez." Brittany said. Santana smiled.
"Good. Now, I'm going to give you the address to my house because as soon as the spring designs come in, I'll need you to come over frequently to help me decide what gets sent in to the board and what doesn't." Santana said, writing down her address and handing it to Brittany.
"I-I get to help you decide what goes to the board?" Brittany asked, "Really? I thought that was Rachel's job."
"No. It's always my second assistant's job." Santana said, "Rachel handles my appointments and sends the actual designs in to the board, but she doesn't get to see them. Only you do."
"Really?" Brittany asked, a huge, beaming smile spreading across her face.
"Really." Santana confirmed, "Now, I'm gonna need you to run across the street to Starbucks and get me a double caramel macchiatto, tall and make sure it's Caffeinated. And get a non-fat, no foam tall laté for Kurt and something for yourself, yes?" Santana handed over a hundred dollar bill and then nodded, walking into her office and closing the door. Brittany said a quiet 'okay' before grabbing her bag and racing out of the offices toward the elevators. She got in and as soon as it stopped at the lobby, she raced out and across the street to Starbucks.
She ran in and stopped at the counter, smiling at Mercedes who stood behind the counter.
"Hey Cedes." she said with a smile and a small wave.
"Hey Gurl!" Mercedes said, a little too loud for this early in the morning, "What can I get for ya?"
"Um, a double caramel macchiatto, tall. Oh, and make sure it's Caffeinated. And then a non-fat, no foam tall laté." Brittany said, "And... Um, a red velvet cupcake." Mercedes smiled and got her what she asked for, putting down the drinks first and then wrapping up the cupcake and handing that over too. Brittany payed and then picked everything up.
"Have a good day, gurl." Mercedes said as Brittany walked out after mumbling a 'thanks'.
As soon as Brittany got back to her floor, she made her way to the shoe department to give Kurt his laté.
"Kurt, I got you a laté. Santana told me to get you, non-fat, no foam and tall. So, here ya go." Brittany said, handing Kurt his drink. Kurt smiled and winked at Brittany.
"Thanks sweetie." Kurt said. Brittany nodded cheerfully and skipped out of the shoe department, making her way to Santana's office. She knocked on the door and then opened it, seeing that Santana was on the phone.
"...No, no, no, who approved that order?" Santana was saying angrily as she ran her fingers through her long, black hair, "...Well, Mike Chang doesn't run this magazine, I do. And if you're too fucking stupid to realize that, then I guess you shouldn't be doing what you're doing... No, actually, I think you should be working on a pole." Santana said before hanging up the phone. She put both her hands on her hips and looked at Brittany, "Hi. Sorry. Stupid delivery guys screw everything up."
"Um, that's okay." Brittany said, "I got your coffee and I also got you a red velvet cupcake because I know that's your favorite pastry and also, I know that red's your favorite color, so.. Here." Santana smiled and looked at Brittany.
"You know, you're pretty smart." she said. Brittany smiled and then realized something before digging in her pocket and putting a few 10 dollar bills on Santana's desk.
"That's your change." she said before letting her eyes catch a pair of red shoes sitting on a shelf in the corner next to a clothes rack, "You still have those shoes?"
"Yes." Santana said, looking at the shoes, "Sometimes I try a few of the shoes out and see if they're worth ordering more. And then I keep the ones I tried out. I love those ones."
"Because they're red?" Brittany asked. And almost immediately Santana answered.
"Because they're clumsy."
Brittany smiled and remembered getting those shoes for Santana from Kurt. She also remembers trying them on before giving them to the latina. At that thought, her cheeks started to turn pink as she ducked her head and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"Sorry, I've been told I'm infectious." Brittany said shyly. Santana shook her head.
"It's okay." Santana said, "And I prefer the word 'contagious'. It kind of suits you better."
"T-thanks, I guess."
"It's a compliment." Santana stated, "It means you rub off on people... In a good way. After I put those shoes on, I stumbled. I never stumble. And the weird thing is that I liked stumbling. It felt different." Santana smiled and watched as Brittany tried to hold back a beaming grin, "I still think you'd be a pretty shitty ramp model, though."
Brittany chuckled and nodded.
"Thank you, Santana." Brittany said, "You kinda made me feel better." Santana nodded and gave the blonde a friendly wink, also realizing that she'd just been called Santana. She liked the way the blonde said her name. It sounded like hot chocolate. Delicious.
"You know, I'm not usually like this with people." Santana said, "Especially, not after knowing them for a day. You must be pretty special, Brittany. Don't let anyone take advantage of that."
"Yes, Ms Lopez." Brittany said with a nod, "Should I get back to work now?"
"Yes. Go into the dress department and pick out 5 dresses that you like. But they have to resemble spring. And then bring them back here." Santana said. Brittany nodded and walked out. Santana sat down and smiled, unprofessionally letting her gaze run down the blondes back as the door closed. She chuckled at how ditzy Brittany was before the ringing of her phone snapped her out of her thoughts, "What?!" she snapped, "So, then get in there and do it, ass face! Don't just sit there and smell like your doing the work!.. God damn it!"
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Lunch.
Brittany remembered Rachel telling her that she only had half an hour. 30 minutes. She was relieved that she packed a sandwich this morning because she was not prepared to run halfway across New York City to get one of her favorite sandwiches. No.
She sat at her desk and picked up her bag, standing up and making her way to the cafeteria. She still had to find 3 more dresses she liked that resembled spring and she had to get them to Santana by the end of the day. She'd asked the dress department lady, Quinn, to hold the two dresses she'd already picked out and told her she'd be back.
She skipped over to a table in the cafeteria and sat down, taking out her sandwich and widening her eyes in delight at the sight of it. As she was about to take a bite, somebody tapped her on the shoulder. She frowned and put her sandwich down, turning around and letting her eyes almost bulge out of her head at the sight of Santana.
"Hi," she said shyly, standing up and looking at Santana like a child that had just done something bad. Santana chuckled and picked up Brittany's bag.
"Come on. I'm taking you to lunch. We have to talk." Santana said, handing Brittany her bag before making her way out of the cafeteria. Brittany quickly wrapped her sandwich back up and followed the latina out of the cafeteria.
As soon as they were downstairs in Santana's limo, Brittany put her sandwich back in her bag and looked at Santana with eyes wide and mouth closed, expectant.
"Don't have a heart attack, if you're with me during lunch, you don't have to be back at work in half an hour." Santana said calmly as the limo made a left. Brittany calmed and nodded.
"Okay," she said. Santana laughed and looked at her phone, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, it's just... I know this is kind of like your first day if you don't count yesterday, but, you need to relax." Santana said, "It's normal to be nervous and whatever, but, honestly, I'm not that scary. I'm only scary when people are a bitch. And you're not."
"Sorry, I'm just... It's just that you're Santana Lopez and, you're like, a fashion icon and I'm Brittany Pierce and I'm dyslexic and have an abusive boyfriend who's always drunk and snorts cocaine in my bedroom." Brittany said, "And to make things worse, my cat's selling my stuff to buy cigarettes." Santana was speechless. She didn't know what to say to what she'd just heard, "Sorry, I know you're my boss and I shouldn't have shared all that with you, but, I feel like I can talk to you about anything, so.."
"Brittany, I told you already, it's okay. I want you to talk to me. If there's something I can do to help, I wanna know so, I can do it." Santana said. Brittany nodded looked down into her lap, "I didn't know you were dyslexic."
"Oh. Yeah. Kids at school used to call me stupid because the numbers and letters get mixed up in my head sometimes." Brittany said.
"I don't think you're stupid." Santana said genuinely. Brittany smiled and nodded, "You know, on Friday Quinn, Kurt and I are going out. You wanna come?"
"Um.. Wait, you're my boss." Brittany said. Santana smiled.
"And I'm Quinn's boss and Kurt's boss but, they're coming out with me on Friday. And I want you to come too. So does Kurt. He says you're sweet and look like you should live with fairies." Santana said. Brittany chuckled and smiled at Santana.
"I'd love to come, but, my boyfriend's probably not gonna let me go." Brittany said.
"Yeah, you're coming. You're boyfriend sounds like a real douche and he can go fuck himself." Santana said. Brittany smiled before shaking her head.
"He'll hurt me if I go." Brittany said.
"Well, Quinn and Kurt are coming back to my house afterward so, you can come too and then on Saturday morning, I'll drop you off at your place and if your boyfriend's there, I'll have a few words." Santana said, lifting her one leg and placing it over the other. The limo stopped and the two girls got out, Brittany still speechless at what Santana had said.
"So, you mean like a sleepover?" Brittany asked. Santana chuckled as they walked into a restaurant and sat down at a table.
"Yeah, like a sleepover. On the weekends, I'm not scary boss lady, I go pretty crazy and party like an animal." Santana said as the waiter walked over.
"Can I get you ladies anything to drink?" he asked.
"I'll just get a laté." Santana said before looking at Brittany.
"Can I please have a Dr Pepper?" she asked. He nodded and wrote it down before handing them two menus and walking away. Santana looked at Brittany as she stuck her tongue out while reading through the menu. She smiled and looked at her own menu, "So, you were saying about a sleepover and being a party animal?"
"Yeah," Santana said with a chuckle, "Um, so, please would you just come out with us and then join us for a sleepover?" Brittany furrowed her eyebrows and thought. Santana watched as the blondes top teeth gripped her bottom lip and studied her forehead and the way it creased when the blonde frowned.
"Okay." Brittany said with a smile, "But, you promise you'll help with my boyfriend on Saturday? He'll hit me if he thinks I didn't want to spend time with him."
"Brittany," Santana started, "You shouldn't be this scared of someone you're seeing. Does he hit you often?"
"Um..." Brittany started, remembering Sebastian's threat, "Not all the time. Only when he's drunk or angry at me. You know, when I've done something wrong."
"A man should never hit the woman he's seeing even when she has done something wrong." Santana said, "It's sick and it's abuse. And you definitely do not deserve that. In fact, a man should never hit a woman ever, full stop. Nobody should hit the person they're seeing. And if he loved you, he wouldn't hit you."
"I guess you're right." Brittany said, "So, do you have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?"
"Why'd you ask if I'm seeing someone of either sex?" Santana asked.
"I didn't wanna just assume that you're straight. You could be bisexual like me. Or gay. So, I always ask both, just in case." Brittany answered. Santana nodded.
"Well, no, I'm not seeing anyone. And I'm gay. So, you can just assume that I sleep with women." Santana said. Brittany smiled and nodded as the waiter brought them their drinks, "Thanks."
"Thank you." Brittany said happily as her Dr Pepper was put down in front of her. Her eyes widened in delight and she smiled like a child on her birthday at the sight of her favorite soda.
"Anything to eat?" the waiter asked, taking out his notepad and pen.
"Yes. Can I just get a Caesar Salad?" Santana asked, closing her menu and sliding it toward him.
"Okay, and for you Ms?" he asked after writing it down, gesturing to Brittany.
"Can I just get a chicken mayonnaise sandwich? But can you put pickles on it too and mustard? Oh! And, if it's possible, could you crush up some Doritos and put those on too?" Brittany asked. The waiter frowned but still nodded, writing it down, "Thank you."
The waiter nodded, picked up the menus and walked away. Santana chuckled and frowned at Brittany as the blonde turned to look at her.
"What?" Brittany asked with a giggle.
"Doritos, pickles and mustard on a chicken mayonnaise sandwich?" Santana asked as she laughed. Brittany smiled and nodded while opening her Dr Pepper.
"Yeah. The best sandwich ever. But, I'm pretty sure that there won't be any Doritos on my sandwich... And that's okay." Brittany said, putting her straw in her Dr Pepper and taking a sip.
"You're cute." Santana said, taking a sip of her laté.
"Thanks." Brittany said, "And you're pretty." Santana put her laté down and her smile disappeared. Her facial expression changed from one that showed she was happy to one that showed she was shocked at the blondes statement.
"W-what?" Santana asked. Brittany smiled and repeated herself.
"I said you're pretty." Brittany said. Santana smiled and looked down, becoming what Brittany identified as shy, "Beautiful, actually."
"Well, thank you. You are too." Santana said. Brittany blushed and sipped her Dr Pepper to distract herself from Santana's soft, intoxicating smile.
"Thank you." Brittany said. It was obvious that Brittany had an undeniably strong attraction to Santana. She always had. Ever since she saw her in Vogue Magazine and nearly choked on her Sour Patch Kids because of how beautiful the latina was. When she found out the latina was looking for an assistant, she immediately applied, "When I was younger, and the very first issue of Snix Magazine came out, I bought it and sat in bedroom on my bed just staring at that picture of you on the cover. I'd already seen you posing in Vogue and I nearly choked when I saw that picture so, when I saw the one on Snix Magazine I literally couldn't stop looking at it."
"Really?" Santana asked. Brittany nodded.
"Really." the blonde confirmed, "I thought you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. That's when I realized that I'm into girls and guys. 'Cause I was super attracted to you." Santana couldn't help the smile that spread across her face at those words. A few seconds later, the waiter brought their food and Brittany almost squealed when she saw the Doritos on her sandwich, "Thank you so much." Brittany said to the waiter. She then dug in her bag and took out a 10 dollar bill and put it in his pocket, "You are the man." he smiled really wide at her and nodded before walking away.
"You know, I think that because he made my assistant happy, I'm gonna have to give him a giant tip." Santana said. Brittany's eyes lit up and she nodded.
"Yeah, 'cause I don't think this restaurant even has Doritos. He probably had to go to the store to get them and that's super sweet." Brittany said. Santana realized that this was the most she'd seen Brittany talk since she met the blonde. She already felt an incredibly strong connection to Brittany and didn't understand why, but she figured it had something to do with her last life.
"Yeah, I'll give him a big tip. Don't worry." Santana said, picking up her fork and picking at her Caesar Salad. Brittany picked up her sandwich and took a giant bite out of it, letting her eyes roll to the back of her head and making an orgasm noise. Santana's eyes widened and she felt her cheeks flush.
"This is a total foodgasm." Brittany said, "Do you wanna try?" Santana chuckled and looked around to make sure nobody had heard Brittany moan for a sandwich.
"Um... Sure." Santana said. Brittany smiled and stood up, walking around to Santana's side of the table and picking up her sandwich, holding it up for Santana to bite. Santana frowned but took a bite anyway before Brittany sat back down and ate some more.
"So?" Brittany said, "Is that the best sandwich you've ever tasted or what?"
"You were right. It's delicious." Santana said, bringing a piece of lettuce up to her mouth and eating it.
"See? What did I tell you? Best. Sandwich. Ever." Brittany said, her mouth half full, "It's like taking a bite of unicorn dust."
"Unicorn dust?"
"Oh yeah, it's a real thing. It's where Tinkerbell gets her fairy dust from. She mixes the glitter from her dress with the unicorn dust and then it's fairy dust." Brittany said, taking another bite of her sandwich. Santana was dumbstruck. This 24 year old woman was sitting in front of her, eating a sandwich with Doritos, pickles, mustard, mayonnaise and chicken on it and telling her about unicorn dust, fairy dust and Tinkerbell and she didn't want to slap her. She wanted to kiss her cheek and hug her because of how cute she was.
"Well, that's extremely interesting. I never knew that." Santana said.
"Well, you learn something new everyday." Brittany said, chewing on her sandwich in the most unlady-like way possible and Santana still found her adorable.
"I guess you do."
"So, what did you wanna talk to me about?" Brittany asked before taking another bite of her sandwich.
"Oh, right. Um, well, the spring designs are coming in tomorrow. So, I'm going to need you to come to my house after work." Santana said, lifting her laté and taking a sip.
"Tomorrow?" Brittany asked, mouth full. Santana nodded. Brittany nodded too before speaking, "Okay."
"And don't worry about having to take a taxi or the subway, you'll just come back with me and when we're done choosing the first few designs, Finn can take you home." Santana said.
"Okay. Cool." Brittany said, "When we get back to the office, I'll go get those dresses you wanted."
"Great. So, I have to ask, how is everyone treating you so far?" Santana asked, "And by everyone, I mean Quinn. She can be a real bitch sometimes." Brittany smiled.
"Well, when I went into the dress department earlier, she was really sweet." Brittany said, "She's really pretty too."
"She was actually nice to you?" Santana asked. Brittany nodded, "You really must be special. She's never nice to the newbies."
"Really? Huh. She was really sweet to me." Brittany said before taking a sip of her Dr Pepper.
"Well, that's a good thing. It means she likes you." Santana said, eating some of her salad.
"I like her too." Brittany said, "And I like Kurt. Rachel's kind of annoying, but I think she means well."
"Yeah, and she has a big mouth. Which is why I don't let her see what's going in the magazine until the magazine actually comes out. I made the mistake of letting her see the designs once and she literally told the entire design team who's designs were going in the magazine and who's weren't." Santana said, shaking her head, "God, I was so pissed off after she did that, I even contemplated suspending her from work for two weeks." Brittany giggled and took another bite of her sandwich.
"That's funny. But, I would never do that. I'm really good at keeping secrets. I still haven't told anybody about the time Lord Tubbington offered to take my virginity." Brittany said, "Oops." Santana chuckled.
"It's okay, I won't tell anyone." Santana said, "But, who's Lord Tubbington?"
"My cat." Brittany answered simply before taking a sip of her Dr Pepper.
Santana's eyes widened and she almost choked on her laté.
"Um.. Your cat offered to take your virginity?" Santana asked.
"Yes. But, I didn't go through with it. I mean, I love Lord Tubbington, but, he's like my brother. I don't see him that way." Brittany said. Santana's eyes widened comically before she put her laté down and smiled.
"Well," Santana started, "It's sweet that he offered." Brittany smiled really wide and nodded.
"I think so too." Brittany said, "I think Lord Tubbington would really like you. He doesn't like Sebastian but that's understandable. Sebastian once kicked Lord Tubbington when I was away visiting my parents and he didn't feed him for the whole weekend that I was gone."
"I'm assuming Sebastian is your boyfriend." Santana said. Brittany nodded.
"Yeah." Brittany said, "I got really angry with him but then he threw a lamp at me and told me to shut up, so... I don't like to talk back to him anymore."
"Brittany, that's not healthy. Does anyone else know that he abuses you?" Santana asked.
"No. Only you. But that's only because you're super smart and you figured it out yourself." Brittany said. Santana smiled slightly and tilted her head to the side.
"Well, you can always talk to me about it. I know I'm your boss and that's a little weird, but, it doesn't feel weird saying it." Santana said, "So, if he ever hurts you or does anything that's harmful in any way, tell me."
"I will. Promise." Brittany said, "Thank you, Ms Lopez."
"Santana." Santana corrected.
"Right. Sorry." Brittany said, "Thank you, Santana."
"Anytime, Brittany."
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"Hey, Quinn." Brittany said, skipping into the dress department to pick out the remaining three dresses and then collect the two she'd already picked out. Quinn looked up from the sewing machine and smiled with a pin in her mouth.
"Hey," Quinn said, taking the pin out of her mouth and standing up, "Okay, I have those two dresses you asked me to hold and if you want, I can take you to a section that has dresses that are a lot similar to the ones you picked."
"Really? Yeah, that'd be awesome." Brittany said as Quinn picked up the two dresses and hung them over her arm as she walked up to Brittany.
"Okay. Follow me." Quinn said, gesturing with her fingers for Brittany to follow. Brittany nodded and followed Quinn through a door and down a hallway with red walls and a black door right at the end.
"I feel like we're going to Narnia." Brittany said with a dazed look on her face as she stared at the wall. Quinn chuckled.
"That's a first." she said, opening the black door and walking in with Brittany following, "Okay. Say hello to spring."
"Wow," Brittany said as she looked around the room. It had leaves painted on the walls and colorful flowers spurting out of trees that were also painted onto the wall. There were electric racks that were spinning in the center of the room. All the dresses in this room resembled spring and Brittany smiled really wide, "This is like, spring heaven." Quinn smiled and let out a chuckle.
"Yeah, well, go crazy. You say you needed three more dresses right?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah." Brittany said.
"Well, you have plenty to choose from. And all the dresses in this room were designed by Santana herself, so, if she knows you chose her designs, she'll be really impressed." Quinn said. Brittany smiled and squealed before running toward the spinning rack and excitedly looking at all the dresses. Quinn smiled and sat on a chair, watching the excited blonde admire every single dress that spun past her. She was now running around the rack, following a dress that she was trying to get off of it. Once she'd gotten the dress off the rack, she slung it over her arm and ran to a different shelf, starting her excited process all over again.
"Okay, I've got three dresses I like." Brittany said, walking up to Quinn after she'd finished her dress party for one, "They're all really good but I think these three are the best."
"Santana designed all three of those dresses when she was in college. Her first year. She got A+ for each one of her designs." Quinn said, standing up and opening the black door, walking out with Brittany following. The taller blonde shut the door and followed Quinn back out into the department.
"Huh. That's pretty impressive." Brittany said, "Santana's really talented."
"She sure is." Quinn said, "She thinks you are too." Brittany's eyes snapped up to Quinn from where they had been admiring the dresses in her arms.
"She... She what?" Brittany asked.
"She thinks you're talented." Quinn said.
"What? How would she even know that. I only started yesterday." Brittany said, feeling her face heat up and her ears go red.
"Santana's like a fashion and talent guru. She can smell talent on people." Quinn said, handing the two dresses she was holding over to Brittany, "She definitely smelt it on you."
"Wow, Santana Lopez thinks I'm talented." Brittany said with an amazed smile, "Me." Quinn chuckled and nodded.
"Mm," she hummed, "So, are you coming out with us on Friday?"
"Yes. Santana asked me during lunch." Brittany said, "And we're having a sleepover, right? She said that too."
"Yeah, we're having a sleepover." Quinn said as she giggled, "Okay, then. I guess I'll see you on Friday or more during the week. You best get those dresses to Santana." Brittany nodded frantically before skipping out of the dress department and toward Santana's office. She knocked on the door and heard Santana give her entry.
"Hey," she said as she peaked her head around the door, "I have those dresses you wanted." Santana smiled and gestured her in with her pointer and middle fingers. Brittany slung the five dresses over the edge of the chair opposite Santana's desk and looked at the latina.
"Well," Santana said expectantly, "Show them to me."
"Oh! Right, okay." Brittany said, immediately beginning to show her boss the five dresses she picked out. Once she was done, she sighed and looked at Santana who's fingers were resting on her chin, her brow creased and her lips pursed.
"Mm," Santana hummed in thought, "I remember designing those three." Brittany's head snapped to the three dresses Santana designed and she nodded, "You've got good taste in clothes, Brittany. Well done. I love them. Do me a favor and hang them on that rack next to the window." Brittany nodded and picked up all the dresses. She walked over to the rack Santana had referred to and began hanging all five dresses on some of the free hangers before hanging them on the rack.
"Okay, Ms Lopez. Do you need anything else?" Brittany asked, standing at the door with her hands in front of her. Santana smiled and gestured Brittany toward her. Brittany nodded and walked over to Santana's desk, "What's up?"
"Kneel down in front of me." Santana said, turning her chair to the side. Brittany hesitated before kneeling down in front of Santana, "Hold your arm out." Brittany did as she was told and held out her right arm, "You're left arm." Brittany felt her cheeks flush but held out her left arm. Santana gently rolled up her sleeve and pulled open her top drawer, taking out a mini first aid kit. She opened it and took out some cotton wool and antiseptic cream. She put some of the cream onto the cotton wool and gently dabbed it onto the burn hole in Brittany's arm. Brittany hissed and her face contorted into one of pain, "Sorry," Santana whispered, scared that if she spoke any louder, it might hurt Brittany more. She continued to rub the cream into the blondes arm before throwing the cotton wool into the trash and taking out a fresh piece and then dabbing it in Mercurochrome before gently dabbing that on Brittany's wound. As soon as she was done with that, she discarded the piece of red cotton wool and took a band-aid out of the first aid kit. She softly and carefully placed it over the small circular wound and gently ran her tan thumb over it to make sure it stayed on. Brittany tore her eyes away from the latina's face and looked at the band-aid before smiling through a chuckle.
"I love Donald Duck." she said softly. Santana smiled and closed her drawer after putting the first aid kit back.
"Mm, me too." she said with a gentle smile, "You can get back to work now. I just wanted to cover that up. It looks painful." Brittany smiled and looked at the ground before standing up and nodding her thanks.
"Thank you, Santana." she said softly and shyly, tucking an invisible hair behind her ear. Santana smiled and turned her chair back to the way it was as Brittany walked to the door.
"No problem." she said as the blonde twisted the door knob and opened the door, "And, Brittany?"
"Yeah?" Brittany asked, turning around and looking at her boss.
"I have plenty more Donald Duck band-aids if you need them." Santana said, "Feel free to be as contagious as you like."
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A/N: Will post next chapter soon. :) thanks for reading.