Okay I wrote another chapter and here it is. I got a mix of both positive and negative feedback. So I just have to say that if you don't like this story then you might want to look somewhere else for a while because I have no intentions of writing anything else for a while. This story is going to be my main focus.

With that out of the way let's get on with the show.


Santana pulled into the parking lot of the garage that her dad had gotten a job at Hummel's garage. Burt Hummel stood at the front of the shop talking to her father. They were both laughing loudly and the Latina made her way over to them.

When Mario saw his daughter approaching he gave her a huge smile and threw an arm around her shoulder when she was close enough.

"Here's the little girl wonder herself. If not for her I wouldn't have been able to finish that engine. This girl could take any engine apart and put it back together without even looking," her father boasted, making the shorter girl blush. For the second time that day she wiggled free of her dad's grip on her and brushed off her jacket.

Burt Hummel surveyed the girl over and Santana couldn't help but feel as if the man was evaluating her. It was kind of unnerving but the girl remained strong under his gaze.

After a few seconds his eyes seemed to soften and he look down at the girl with a friendlier hint to his eyes.

"You go to school with my two boys," he said with a nod.

Santana raised an eyebrow and cocked her hips while crossing her arms over her chest. "Is that so?" She asked.

Burt nodded with an amused smirk touching his features.

"Kurt Hummel and Finn Hudson." He said.

Santana's fist clenched at the mention of the boy who thought it was okay to slushie people. She didn't know who this Kurt kid was nor did she really care. So, she was working for that asshole's dad. Santana's blood was boiling at memories passed.

Wait! Why did she care?

She didn't even know this girl. Of course as fate would have it they had almost every class together. It seemed the world hated her and loved her at the same time. The Latina couldn't decide whether seeing Brittany everyday was a good thing or a bad thing.

On the one hand she knew that she was attracted to the girl, but she didn't like the way seeing the girl would make her stomach twist and her heart race. That wasn't supposed to happen to Santana. When people looked at her, that's how they were suppose to feel. Those feelings along with an uncomfortable sensation in their lower area. That's what Santana Lopez was all about.

How could this one girl have such a hold on the Latina? They hadn't even said anything to each other after the little fight and the confrontation in front of the principle's office. The blonde girl had been in three more of Santana's classes and yet they didn't speak to each other.

It wasn't like the Latina didn't want to, but whenever she tried to sit next to the blonde, Brittany always moved as far away as possible or buried herself in her work, making it impossible for the Latina to talk to her.

What had Santana done to make the girl avoid her so? Wasn't the damsel supposed to fall for her knight in shinning armor?

That was where the Latina stopped herself. She was no knight in shinning armor. In fact she was the farthest thing from that. Santana didn't go around saving random girls everyday. That wasn't her style. She kept to herself but stood up for those who had no voice. Like a modern day Robin Hood only with a much darker side.

"Well, Santana, how about we get you started around here," Burt said clapping his hands together. The Latina couldn't help but think that he was trying to appear more excited than he actually was.

She brushed it off and shrugged out of her leather jacket catching the jumper that Burt tossed at her. The Latina pulled her white T-Shirt over her head leaving her in only her gray wife beater and her black jeans. Pulling the jumper on over the rest of her clothes, the Latina laid her other things off to the side and walked up to Burt ready for her first assignment.

He handed her a clipboard and the Latina read over the details. He had given her a simple tire change. Was he fucking kidding? She could do this in her sleep. Anyone could change a tire. Most of the people in Lima were just too damn stupid to crack open a book or look it up on the Internet.

Trying her best not to snarl in displease Santana put the Honda Accord on the jack and got the five iron out. She managed to get all the bolts off and slipped the popped tire off before putting the new one on.

She felt a pair of eyes on her and turned to meet Burt's watchful gaze. He smirked down at her before walking off. She scoffed and returned her attention back to her work. In a matter of seconds she was finished with that assignment and stood in front of Burt waiting for her next.

When Burt saw that the Latina was finished he raised an eyebrow at her but walked over quickly.

He handed her the next assignment and the Latina went off to fill it. Rolling her eyes at the words oil change.


Brittany sat in the choir room with Rachel, Mercedes, Kurt, Sam, Blaine, Tina, Mike, and Quinn. Artie was sitting in the corner with a slightly healed Puck and Finn. Puck had a black eye beginning to come in and Finn winced every time he stretched too far. Brittany would guess that Santana had hit him in his abdomen. It seemed like the room was divided and even though Brittany's side had more people she knew that they were severely outmatched.

Why had Santana gotten into a fight with them? Well it wasn't even really a fight. It was more of her beating the snot out of them and then getting off scotch free. That had been the best part. Brittany didn't want Santana getting in trouble for her.

The worst part was that after that little fight it seemed that they had every class together. Brittany had done everything in her power to avoid the girl. She didn't need them to think that she had asked Santana to protect her. That wouldn't be good for either of them. If her not talking to Santana kept all the slushies away from the feisty Latina then Brittany would willingly take the punishment, no matter how much it twisted her gut up inside.

They all sat quietly waiting for Mr. Shue to arrive. No one dared to speak and Brittany could feel the glares of Finn and Puck on her back. She did her best to ignore them. If she looked back that would only give them a reason to mess with her.

"Okay, guys," Mr. Shue, said, startling the students. He went up to the bored and pulled out a dry erase marker. Brittany did her best not to roll her eyes at his teaching method. She only thanked God that Glee club wasn't counted for a grade. If it were than the New Directions would have already flunked out.

When the curly haired man stepped back and let them get a look at the board the blonde's groan only grew.

"Hello!" He said with a huge grin on his face that Brittany immediately distrusted. "Since this is the last year for some of you here I want you all to go out and find a new student and sing to them. Let them know that McKinley is a safe place," he said grinning like an idiot.

This time Brittany actually did roll her eyes at his idea. She was sure that he thought it was gold.

"That's really funny, Mr. Shue, since McKinley isn't actually a safe place. Isn't that like false advertising or something," Sam said as he shot a glare over at Puck and Finn. Brittany kept her eyes glued to the front of the room. She was very interested in the way that Mr. Shue's face fell at Sam's comment and not with the knuckles being popped behind her head.

Their curly head teacher looked in between Blaine, Sam, and Mike who were glaring over at Finn, Puck, and Artie. Brittany put a hand on Sam's thigh, silently shaking her head 'no'. He sighed and leaned back in his seat tapping Mike's shoulder that in turn tapped Blaine.

Mr. Shue still stood at the front with a dumb expression on his face. The bell rang and the students scattered like cockroaches racing for the door to get on with their social lives. No one left faster than Brittany though. She had to beat them to the parking lot. She couldn't let them catch her. If they caught her she was dead. They would literally kill her for making them look stupid in front of the whole school.

Well technically Santana was the one that made them look stupid but she doubted that they would wait long enough for the blonde to explain that small fact to them. Racing outside the blonde girl ran for her car. She was so close. She was inside the beautiful Porsche and saw the two boys standing there glaring at her through the windshield. Brittany locked the doors quietly and stared back at them until Puck dragged Finn away.

Brittany let off a breath she didn't know she had been holding and started up her car. They had left her alone today, which only meant that tomorrow was going to be absolute hell. Brittany let off a sad sigh. At least they hadn't caught her alone. What if they had thought about having a little 'fun' with her and discovered her terrible secret. That couldn't happen. She would take whatever came tomorrow but they just couldn't find out about her extra parts.

The blonde pulled onto her huge driveway leading up to her mansion like house. She had long ago gotten over the embarrassment of the ridicules size of the building. The football team could literally have two games going on her backyard. Her house was just barely smaller than the school and not by much. With both of her parents being in the entertainment industry they had cash to burn.

Her mother was a famous dance instructor and her father was a well-known salesman. He could literally sell you anything.

Brittany had never had anyone over. Not even Mike, but that didn't matter anyways. People already knew that she was super rich. She lived right across from Kitty. Ever since they were little kids it had been a war between them on who could be better. A war that Brittany didn't realize she was a part of.

From the tender age of six Kitty had always aspired to be better then Brittany. It all began with the bounce house incident. Kitty's bounce house was pretty cool but Brittany's was bigger and took up more space. It wasn't hard to guess whose house all the little children ran to.

Then there was the Halloween battle. Kitty dressed up as Cinderella, but with Brittany's hair being longer even at the age of twelve she went as Repunsal. Everyone had loved the way Brittany's mother had made her hair fall down her back making her hair look longer then it actually. Kitty had been so angry that she stormed back into her house and refused to come out for the rest of Halloween.

In middle school was when things took a turn for the worst. There was the bra incident of eighth grade. That had more to do with puberty then anything Brittany or her parents could control.

After a while Brittany did her best to avoid her neighbor and tried to live each day in peace. That seemed to be impossible now that Santana had come into the picture. She shouldn't have come to Brittany's rescue. No one ever did and that's how Brittany managed to survive. They knew that no one cared about what happened to the girl and even the AV kids got to pick on her, but now that Santana had stood up for her, the popular kids would stop at nothing until they saw Brittany crash and burn.

Walking into her house Brittany found that it was empty which was fine with her. She grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit before heading off to her room. She had so much homework to finish that she knew she would be up until three finishing it all. There was no way that should would be able to do some work in the dance studio and that made her sad, but since her parents were the one's paying for her college she had to at least get the grades. Besides she didn't want to fail and be stuck in that hellhole for another year. Brittany was going to get out of Lima, whatever it took.


Santana sprawled out on her bed looking up at the ceiling. At all the posters littering her walls and that hung just above her ceiling fan. Right where she could look at them. She as looking at her future.

Julliard. That was where Santana wanted to go. Her mother had gone there and from the way her father described the woman she had loved that school. Santana wanted to go for singing and acting. Although she could play a little guitar. Her mother went there for singing as well. She knew that if she made it to that school and majored in the same thing as her mother it would be like honoring her memory. Just thinking about her mother made Santana's eyes sting a little.
When she was seven her mother had died from cancer. It still hurt to think about her but Santana was healing.

The Latina knew that she had to get into Julliard. It would be like getting closer to her mother. The only problem with that was that she had pretty much flunked through school. Just getting grades high enough to pass from one class to the next. It wasn't because Santana couldn't do the work. She was exceptionally smart but since her father was always moving her from school to school half way through the semester she had made the barely passing thing as a sort of 'piss off' to her father.

Now in her senior year of high school she realized just how stupid that was. Her father hadn't even cared; he just kept on talking about how it was okay if she didn't get the best grades in school. He hadn't done so well either but that you didn't need to know about wars to be a good mechanic.

Santana shuttered at the very thought of staying in Lima and working in Burt's garage for more than she had to. That was just a paying job nothing more. She hated it there already. Burt didn't believe in her abilities and had given her all the easy jobs. Stupid little things that could be fixed in less than ten minutes. What Santana really wanted to work on was the Harley Davidson that had been pushed into the shop. Someone said that the engine was acting funny.

Something right up Santana's alley. When she had gone to Burt and requested permission to work on the bike, he shook his head and said that all engine work was given to Finn. He had seniority over the Latina.

Of course he would give the job to Finn. That big giant would ruin such a beautiful machine with his clumsy hands. He'd probably smash the thing to bits under his feet just looking for the bike. She hated him. She wanted that bike. She wanted to prove that she was a skilled mechanic.

Rolling over she screamed into her pillow in frustration. Thank God her dad had gone out for some parts to work on his own little side project. When the girl was finally sure that she had screamed out her lungs she got up from her bed and walked over to the desk where her homework lay unfinished. She rubbed her eyes and sat down ready to begin her homework.

She flew through her Physics homework. One of the many classes that she had with Brittany. She remembered seeing the head of blonde hair sitting on the opposite side of the room. Santana hadn't paid attention to a single thing the teacher said to them that day. She had been too focused on the blonde haired blue-eyed girl.

It hadn't mattered that the Latina hadn't gotten a word of what the teacher said, because she was confident in her abilities to decipher the complex language that was Physics.

When she finished that she moved on to Spanish. She spoke it fluently and could read it, but with all of the Spanish teacher- Mr. Shue- and all of his mistakes, she spent almost an hour just glaring down at the notes he had passed out for them. He was clearly an idiot but Santana just had to pass his class.

When she had managed to make out her teacher's terrible notes she decided that she was done for the day. She had a free study period anyways. She would just finish the rest of her work then. The Latina closed her textbooks and scratched her head tiredly before while looking at the clock on her phone. It read 11:11 and she had a text message from an unknown number.

Sliding the arrow across her phone she clicked on the little envelope.

Hey, it's, Quinn.

Santana raised an eyebrow. How did this girl keep finding things out about her that no one else knew? She was pretty sure that she hadn't gone around passing out her number to just anyone. Santana was seriously starting to suspect that this Quinn girl was a stalker or a secret agent from some high tech company that had nothing better to do than spy on a seventeen-year-old girl, just trying to make it to college.

Getting over her discomfort the Latina quickly typed back a reply.

Hey.

She didn't know Quinn well enough to know if asking what she wanted was considered rude. The blonde girl would probably just shrug it off and go into some in depth thought about why Santana did what she did. If that girl didn't go into psychology then she was just going to waste her time in college.

Santana rubbed her eyes and headed to the kitchen. She made a quick sandwich and grabbed a Gatorade from the refrigerator before heading back to her own room. She saw that she had another text message from the now saved number.

Whatcha doin?

This girl was seriously weird. Nonetheless Santana continued to text her. There was just something about Quinn. She made weird okay and no one felt awkward around her. Well Santana didn't feel awkward around her, but by that point in high school she learned that there was nothing to be embarrassed of. If it happened then it happened and there was nothing she could do about it. No need to feel embarrassed over something like that.

When she had finished up her sandwich Santana decided to take a shower. The warm water helped to relax her muscles and she found her thoughts drifting off to Brittany again.
What was it about this girl that made Santana's mind go to mush? She hadn't even had a full on conversation with the girl but she still couldn't think about anything else. She didn't know anything about this girl but she could almost feel herself kissing those beautiful pink lips and she wasn't talking about the ones on her face.

Letting off a frustrated groan the Latina switched the water over to cold and let it run down her body. She let off a satisfied moan as she felt it cascade down her back and helped to cool her over sensitive and hot skin.

Once she had finished her cold shower and gotten her libido under control she walked back into her room with just her towel on. She glanced over at her phone and saw the screen flashing that she had two missed calls and a voicemail. Pressing the little recording symbol she listened to the voicemail first. It was from her father. He said that she wouldn't be home until late.

Santana rolled her eyes. No she hadn't gathered that when he hadn't come home at eleven o'clock. The second missed call was from Quinn. She decided to call her 'friend' back. She still didn't know exactly where Quinn stood in her life since Santana didn't really do the whole friends thing and she definitely didn't think about the blonde in that way.

After the second ring the shorthaired blonde picked up the phone.

"Finally! I called you like half an hour ago," she said in a voice that was to chipper for the time of night.

Santana rolled her eyes and began to dry her hair. "I took a shower," she explained.

"I bet Brittany would love to see that," the blonde whispered, thinking that she spoke low enough for Santana not to hear. The Latina's face burned. So, Brittany did like her back.

Stop right there Lezpez. You don't like anyone. You simply want in her pants.

The little devil on the back of her shoulder scolded.

"Santana, were you listening to a thing I just said?" Quinn asked in an irritated voice.

"No," the brunette answered truthfully. There was a frustrated sigh on the other end and Quinn began again.

"I said that I think that you should ask Brittany to homecoming," the shorthaired girl said. Santana's eyebrows shot up so high that they were in danger of disappearing into her hairline.

She went to her draw and began to pull out a pair of boxers and wife beater.

"Why would I do that?" She challenged.

Quinn scoffed. "Because you obviously like her and I know that she likes you just as much as you like her."

The Latina growled under her breath as she began to pull her clothes on. "I don't like her. I told you, I don't do relationships."

"You know what I don't get?" Quinn asked in a thoughtful voice. Santana was almost sure that she was going to say something totally off topic.

"I don't get why you're dodging this whole thing. I've seen the way you look at her when you think no one else is watching. You two always look at each other when the other is looking away. It's like some sappy romance flick. And it's only the first day of high school!"

Santana ran a hand over her face and sighed, sitting back on her bed. "I don't do relationships, Q. That's the simple fact of things. I'm not good girlfriend material. I'm not even good friend material."

The short haired girl sighed on the other end of the line. "Just consider it, S. I know you two are crazy for each other."

With that the other girl hung up and Santana was left with her thoughts.


When Brittany walked through the halls of McKinley the next day she tried to keep her head down and move as quickly as possible to avoid drawing attention to herself.

She also did her best to avoid the gazes that Santana sent her way, choosing instead to bury herself in her book and scribble notes nonstop even when it wasn't necessary. Just anything to avoid the beautiful Latina who had captured her attention.

Of course she couldn't escape Puck and Finn's wrath for long. Kitty seemed to have backed down for a while at least, but the very next day the blonde dancer was walking down the hallway with her eyes to the ground when the two brutes came down the hallway. They caught sight of Brittany walking through the hallways alone and zeroed in on her.

Moving as one they made their way towards Brittany who as always had her headphones in her ears and couldn't hear Finn's gigantic footsteps approaching her. She did her best to dodge and weave her way through the sea of students walking in the opposite direction, when a big shoulder caught her in the jaw, making Brittany fall to the ground where she lay looking up into two pairs of furious brown eyes.

"Where's your little friend now?" Puck snarled while Finn cracked his oversized knuckles trying to intimidate the dancer.

Brittany gulped and stared up at them waiting for the inevitable. At least she was out in public so they wouldn't try anything to rash. Puck reached down to pick Brittany up by her collar when a hand shot out and caught his wrist.

The tan hand twisted his back until they heard bones popping but not breaking. Puck cried out nonetheless. Everyone watching the scene turned their eyes to the Latina who stood there like a knight in shining armor, ready to save Brittany from anyone that dared mess with her.

"Touch her again and I will ends you!" The girl snarled in a voice so dangerous that Finn took a few steps back. He stared in between his friend and Santana. With a feral snarl she shoved the huge guy back where he fell back on his butt making some of the kids snicker. Finn helped Puck up and they hurried away with Santana glaring at them until they disappeared.

When they were finally gone she turned to Brittany and extended a hand out to the girl. Brittany cowered away from Santana's hand of friendship. Just Santana extending that hand out to her was bad enough, but if she took it then the Latina was ruined for the rest of her high school years.

Instead Brittany stood on her own and brushed off her pants. Santana did her best to cover her hurt expression behind a mask of indifference. Instead she picked the girls bag up and waited until Brittany was ready before she followed the girl to her next class that they happened to share together.

"I didn't ask you to do that back there," the blonde finally said without looking over at Santana. The Latina's eyebrows rose.

"I know you didn't. You shouldn't have to. It's not right for them as boys to be picking on you," Santana snarled, practically spitting venom and making a few of the students passing by shrank away from the pissed off Latina.

Brittany glanced over at the brunette and saw her glaring ahead. She felt a certain stirring in her heart and lower region. The blonde quickened her pace practically leaving the distracted girl in the dust. Working out after school everyday had helped the Latina gain a bit of muscle and she quickened her pace to keep up with the blonde.

Her brow furrowed as she saw the uncomfortable expression on Brittany's face. For a split second she wondered if Quinn had been wrong about Brittany's feelings for the Latina. She couldn't dwell on those feelings because they reached were just about to reach the classroom when a sea of blue ice and syrup landed on the Latina. Drenching her completely.

Santana was frozen in place. She had never felt anything like this. It was burning and cold and it hurt so much. She stood frozen. She was so shocked that she didn't even comprehend the words Karosky was yelling at her. She could only focus on the burning sensation in her eyes and the cold slipping down her neck and shirt towards her pants.

If the Latina had had her vision than the jockhead would have been put through the locker.

As it was she didn't dare open her eyes and let the syrup slip in. She heard someone's laughter fading as they walked away and a hand appeared on her shoulder. Santana immediately jerked away from it.

"Santana it's okay," Brittany whispered and the Latina immediately relaxed hearing that voice. She felt Brittany take her hand and electricity shot through her body as Brittany pulled her off somewhere. Santana couldn't really care where just so long as she was with this girl.

Stop it, Lezpez! She scolded herself.

The ground beneath her feet changed and she was walking across the parking lot. A car door opened and Santana was ushered into it. She could smell leather and feel it beneath her body. Her first thought was about the sticky mess that coated her body and how it would ruin the leather.

"Brittany, I'm going to ruin the leather," she said trying to locate the blonde as she heard another door open.

"Don't worry about it, Santana. It's fine," the blonde replied in a cold voice that didn't suit her. Santana tried not to flinch away from it, but failed miserably. The key turned and the engine revved.

If Santana hadn't been shocked before then she was now.

"You have a Porsche?" She demanded, accusingly.

She couldn't see it but Brittany looked over at Santana's open mouth and smirked. "Yeah."

The Latina fell silent and they took off for where ever Brittany was planning on taking the Latina. They drove for about five minutes in complete silence and they pulled up a gravel driveway and Brittany stopped the car, getting on the other side and helping Santana and into a house.

From the way their footsteps echoed on the marble floor Santana took a wild guess and said that Brittany's house was huge. The blonde helped Santana into a bathroom and warm water began to run as Brittany pressed a towel to Santana's face. It felt amazing and Santana fought back the moan that rose in her throat instead a soft whimper came out, making Brittany smile shyly.

The blonde whipped away a few more chunks of slushie from Santana's face and told the Latina to lean over the sink so they could wash the rest out of her hair and eyes. They quickly realized that wasn't going to work and the blonde told Santana that she was simply going to have to take a shower and that she could borrow some of Brittany's clothes.

Santana was finally able to open her eyes and she met a pair of shinning blue ones. Brittany still held the white towel that was now spotted with blue spots. In the back of Santana's mind she was aware of the gigantic bathroom they were in and it didn't even have a bathtub or shower in it. She couldn't look away those amazing blue eyes.

The two teenagers were unknowingly moving closer to each other.

"Brittany! Baby, are you here?" A male voice asked and the two girls jumped apart. The blonde looked towards the door and Santana noticed how her chest was heaving as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Yeah, Daddy, I'm here. Just give me a second," she called out before turning back to Santana.

"You can use my shower," she said, before taking the Latina's hand once again and leading her out of the bathroom and into the main house. Once again Santana felt the electrical spark that always seemed to happen when she and Brittany touched.

As they entered the rest of the house Santana's jaw dropped. The house was huge. Mansion sized and the Latina couldn't help but gawk at the skyline that took up the whole ceiling. There were four different hallways and a huge kitchen that made Santana stare. Turning her head to the other side of the house she saw a tall winding staircase with a handsome man standing on it.

Thomas Pierce was a rather thin man with blonde hair on the top of his hair and sea green eyes that attracted attention. He was rather handsome and if the Latina had been straight she might have made a comment about the man but who could say anything about him when Brittany was in the room.

"I see you brought a friend," he commented, coming back down the stairs.

Brittany's face flushed.

"No, this is just Santana. I was helping her out," Brittany grumbled, dropping her head and voice. She released Santana's hand. The Latina couldn't help but feel her heart drop at the sound of the girl's voice.

Thomas viewed the Latina up and down, noting not only the blue spots on her clothes but also how beautiful she was. A perfect girlfriend for his baby girl.

"I see you had a run with one of those…what do you call it, Brittany? Slushie facials?" He asked. The blonde nodded and Thomas came forward and stared at the two girls. He noted the tension in their shoulders and the way Santana kept glancing over at Santana, but most of all he noticed the way his daughter did everything to distance herself from this girl.

She wouldn't even look up from the ground and continued to shuffle her feet back and forth. The Latina looked over at his daughter concerned.

He cleared his throat a few times and the Latina turned her attention back to him. "When I find the creep who did this to me. I'm going to…" She didn't bother to finish her sentence, instead cracking her knuckles for emphasizes.

Thomas chuckled at the girl's response. "I like this one," he said to his daughter, making Brittany blush all the more. She groaned and buried her face in her hands while Santana looked over at her curiously. Thomas surveyed the tan girl a few more seconds before sticking out his hand to introduce himself.

"I'm Thomas Maxwell Pierce," he said with a huge smile.

Santana raised an eyebrow and she finally understood where Brittany got the full introduction from.

"Santana Lopez," she said with a slight smirk of her own as she noticed the shade Brittany was turning.

She took his hand and shook it firmly before shoving both of her fists into her pockets. They stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before Thomas spoke again.

"Well, Santana you're welcome to use any of the showers here. I'm sure that Brittany will help you get cleaned up," he said wiggling his eyebrows at the two girls. Brittany just so happened to look up at that exact moment and catch her father's motions and she practically died of embarrassment.

She caught hold of Santana's hand and pulled the girl up the stairs, with her father's laughter following them.

When they reached her room, Brittany slammed the door closed and turned to the Latina who stood awkwardly in the girl's gigantic room.

Posters hung everywhere. Ranging anywhere from Beyonce to Michael Jackson. Santana noticed the pink on the walls and the unicorn stuffed animal on the bed. It hell of a lot different from the Latina's room. Brittany's room just screamed innocence and the Latina found herself smiling softly.

Brittany noticed the girl's expression and the blush that had yet to leave her cheeks came back full force.

"Come on," she said, once again grabbing the Latina's hand and dragging her into the bathroom. She indicated to the shower before walking out. Santana shrugged and stripped out of her sticky clothes and stepped into the shower she turned the hot water on and felt her muscles relax as the warm water washed away all the sticky syrup.

She didn't bother with the shampoo or soap. She was in someone else's shower after all and didn't want to use any of Brittany's stuff without her permission. When she had gotten all the blue syrup off her body she stepped out of the shower in a cloud of steam. She grabbed the closest towel and wrapped it around her body to lock in as much of the steam as she could.

A pair of clothes were sitting on the counter and the Latina couldn't help but think about Brittany being in the same room as she was while she was taking a shower. Blushing she quickly dried off and pulled on the pair of jeans and wife beater. She noticed how the jeans were a little big on her.

They smelled like Brittany and that was all that mattered.

No! That didn't matter!

Santana shook her head a few times to clear it and walked out of the bathroom. She was met with a rather surprising sight.

Thomas Pierce was waiting for her on Brittany's bed. He sat there with his hands folded in his lap and a calm expression on his face.

He gave the confused Latina a small smile and stood so that he towered over her. Santana stared up at him with slight interest. The person she really wanted to see was nowhere in the room and Santana felt this gnawing in the back of her mind that something was about to happen that she didn't like.

"Santana, do you mind if we speak in my office?" Thomas asked indicating to the hallway. What could she say? She had just used his daughter's shower and been brought into his amazing house unannounced.

She nodded and they stepped out of the blonde's room and headed up another flight of stairs towards an even bigger room with piece of papers in frames attached to the wall. There were a lot of pictures of Brittany everywhere. Starting from when she was first born up until now. It made Santana smile.

The door shut behind her and she turned around to face Brittany's father. The taller man ran a hand through his hair and he left off a great sigh.

"Listen, Santana. I know it's only the second day of school but I'm pretty sure that you already know where my daughter is on the social chart. She's never gone out anywhere with anyone. Not even her friends and she never gone out with anyone! Boy or girl! And I know she plays for both teams!"

He let off a great sigh and took a seat in his huge chair indicating for Santana to do the same.

"The point I'm getting at is that Brittany is an all in all loser and she's never going to have the normal high school experience." Another pause. "That's where you come in, Ms. Lopez."

If Santana hadn't been confused before she sure as hell was now.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I don't follow," she said folding her hands in her lap.

Thomas got up from his seat and came around the desk so that he was right in front of Santana taking a seat at its edge.

"You seem pretty badass, Santana. People move out of your way when you look at them. You're everything Brittany's not. That's a cruel thing to say but it's true and I want to hire you to go out with my Britt."

Santana was shocked. She didn't know any father that would pay someone to date their daughter. Usually it was the exact opposite. Then the Latina's thoughts went to what that would mean for her. She was pretty much a prostitute only it wasn't sex. What were those girls called? They had some really classy name that made Santana roll her eyes every time she heard it. Escorts.

She was going to be Brittany's escort and she was pretty sure that Brittany didn't know anything about this. She wouldn't have been acting the way she did if the blonde was in on it. Or maybe she would. Santana really had no idea because she didn't know this girl.

"Sir, I don't think it would be appropriate for me to accept your offer, considering a few things. One Brittany doesn't even like me. Two isn't it a little wrong for you to be paying me to go out with your daughter? And three if Brittany knew that you were doing this she'd be incredibly upset with the both of us," Santana reasoned. She didn't know where all of that came from but it just seemed like the right thing to say.

Thomas got a huge smile on his face. "Oh, I've seen the way you two look at each other and there's no way that she doesn't like you. And I do know that I shouldn't be asking this of you, Santana, but I don't want my baby to leave high school. As far as Brittany being upset about this arrangement that won't matter because she won't ever find out," the man replied with an energetic sweep of his hands. He stood and walked behind his desk pulling out an envelope.

"This would be your first payment," he said throwing the money into Santana's lap.

The Latina jumped as the package hit her jean-clad thigh. The jeans that belonged to Brittany. The girl who made Santana's heart stutter every time she saw her in the hallway. The girl who would be crushed if she found out about this.

"I can't," she whispered putting the money back on the desk.

Thomas' face fell slightly. "There must be something that you want. Money for a new car? Start saving up for after high school? College?"

Santana's face contorted in longing at the mere mention of the word and Thomas knew he had her. The thing about Santana was she dreamed big but her funds were low. Her father did his best to provide but with only him bringing any real money into the house. It was hard and he had already told her to look at colleges in Lima. But Santana couldnt' do that she had to get out this god forsaken place and into New York so that she could be a singer. That's what her mother would have wanted.

"I knew that I was making a good choice. A girl worried about her studies is a smart girl," he said picking up the envelope and holding it out for Santana. "This could help you pay for college," he said with a huge smile.

Santana looked at the package with longing still in her eyes, but the thought of Brittany's face made her flinch. "I can't, sir. I'm not a hoe for hire," she growled.

He sighed in frustration. "Don't think of it like that. Think of it as bodyguard. Anything. Just make sure that Britt is happy and safe," he said shoving the money filled envelope back into Santana's lap.

Her fingers closed around the golden colored paper and she groaned. There had to be a couple thousand dollars in there at least.

A door slammed closed somewhere in the house and the two jumped. "Dad, where's Santana?" Brittany called out.


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