Santana had just finished packing up the few things that she had brought with her to the beach. Which wasn't much, just her ipod, sunblock, and blanket. Everything fit into her small rucksack bag that has served as her beach bag while living at Puerto Plata.

The walk from her spot on the beach to her car wasn't a great distance. Santana wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Santana was more than terrified that she offered a complete stranger a ride in her car. Of course she could hold her own; Lima Heights Adjacent was known for turning out fighters. Besides, it was more of the fact that she offered to help the girl rather than the girl actually being in her car. Yet Santana still didn't know anything about her.

From what Santana could tell, by watching her movements, was that she seemed very confident and comfortable with herself. However, from the brief conversation she had with the girl a few minutes ago, she acted, the exact opposite, shy and timid. Either way she was very pretty, especially with the killer legs, taught stomach that had underlining muscle, and gorgeous smile. Not that she was looking though. 'That would be weird …right?'

Santana and the girl began walking, towards Santana's car, or more like Santana leading while the girl was following behind her. Santana liked to take her time walking through the sand; it was soothing to her, so she didn't mind setting the pace. Neither of the girls was talking but it wasn't strangely awkward, just empty.

'I should at least find out what her name is if I'm driving her back to her resort.' Santana took a moment to try to at least set herself in the right mind so she didn't come off too bitchy to the girl. "So, since I'm the chauffeur, can I get a name from the stranger I'm carting around? And maybe the name of the resort that you're staying at?" Santana tried to be as light and friendly as possible when she talked to the girl. This was quite an accomplishment for Santana.

The girl just looked at her like a deer in headlights. Then she slowly put her arms across her chest and her face was covered in worry. "You're not going to rape me or anything, right?"

Santana's jaw dropped when she fully heard the question that the girl had asked. She couldn't believe that someone would ever ask her that. 'What the hell? Who said anything about sex? The one time I try to be nice to someone, that person thinks I want to rape them! Can't I just be nice without some underlying horribleness to me?' Santana was little upset that the girl would think that about her. Even though, the girl knew as much about Santana as Santana knew about her. "What? No! No, no, no. I'm not going to rape you or hurt you or anything like that! What made you think I would do something like that? Besides, aren't you trying to get a ride from me?"

"Oh! Good!" A look of relief washed over the girls' face. "Umm…in the movies, with people going on vacation in another country, the only people who pick up vacationers are killers, traffickers and rapists." She looked a bit embarrassed at having to explain herself to Santana. Which Santana thought was kind of cute, the girls' cheeks burned a slight shade of red and her eyes were downcast. Santana had never thought that about anyone before. 'What's wrong with me?'

"Uhm…Good to be alert, I guess?" Santana didn't really know what to say to the girl. She had never been asked if she was going to rape someone before and it made her feel a little weird. The girl surely was a little strange but then again they were both strangers to each other. "Since we've settled that I'm not a psycho, are you going to answer the question?" Again, Santana was trying to be nice to the girl.

The girl looked at Santana with a lost look that Santana thought was truly adorable. 'What is wrong with me? I can't last two minutes without turning into a mess? I just met her!' The girl still didn't respond to Santana. She did not have a lot of patience for people but she was trying her best to her cool and to not pressure the girl.

Santana decided to speak up because it was clear that the girl had forgotten the question. "Your name, what's your name?" Santana hated to repeat herself but there was something about this girl that was making her stay calm. Had it been anyone else, she would have burst out in anger at them. No one had ever made Santana feel so at ease with herself and it made her a little uneasy inside. It was a new sensation, not unwanted, but new.

It was as if a light bulb went on in the girls' head and she finally answered Santana. "Brittany. My name is Brittany." Brittany smiled at Santana and Santana smiled back, like the last time, Santana couldn't help herself. It unnerved Santana that this girl, Brittany, had been able to make Santana cave and become a semi-bearable person, in a short amount of time.

"Well, it's nice to finally know your name, Brittany. My name is Santana by the way." In that very moment they had reached Santana's Jeep Wrangler. Santana lead Brittany around the passenger side and held the door open for her. Brittany smiled at her like she had won the lottery. After Brittany hopped in Santana closed the door for her. 'She certainly smiles a lot.'

While, Santana was making her way around, she was also fishing her keys out of her bag. She managed to get the keys out before made to the driver's side door and just tossed her bag into the back seat she usually put her bag on the passenger seat but since Brittany was sitting there the only other option was to put it in the back. She didn't mind though. After she was in the driver's seat, Santana started the car. "So, Brittany, what resort are you staying at?"

"Oh! Right…I think it's called Grand Paradise Playa Dorado." 'Wow she isn't even that far away. She must have walked to the beach.' With everything in place, they headed off for the resort.

Santana, for some reason unknown to her, wanted to take her time getting to the resort but to avoid any awkward conversation on their way down the road, Santana turned on the audio system. On the way to the beach Santana had put a mix cd in the cd player. Now the song that had last been playing was blaring through the speakers.

"…

You can't take those things
They define you and me
Everything we've become,
You're all that I need

…"

If it was just her in the car she would have been singing along, as she had been during her earlier drive, but now Brittany was in the car and she had the need to not embarrass herself in front of Brittany, even though she was a stranger. The last thing that Santana needed to do would be to sing at the top of her lungs in front of a complete stranger that she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of. So, as fast as the audio system was turned on, it was turned off. She glanced over at Brittany and she was giving Santana a look that said 'You're odd.' Santana couldn't help but quickly turn away and try to focus on the road or anything besides Brittany, so she wouldn't blush. 'Santana Lopez does not blush. I don't blush. Especially in front of people!' "Forgot that I was listening to that or anything really." Santana had mumbled that last sentence which made her even more embarrassed.

Santana usually didn't care too much about how she came across to other people; however, with Brittany, for some strange reason, she did. She has known this girl for only a short period of time and she was acting completely different from what she usually did. She wasn't doing it on purpose and that was the problem. That was the last thing Santana would ever do. She would do what she wanted whenever she wanted to do it and it would be done exactly how she wanted it to be done. Santana bent for no one and she hadn't until Brittany came in to her life. In less than an hour, Brittany had begun to break down Santana.'What is happening to me?'