Brittany did not have a good sleep. She woke up multiple times throughout the night and by the time she was finally able to get some rest she was awoken by the sounds of Quinn rustling around in the kitchen. She groaned loudly, not afraid of Quinn hearing, and rolled over to look at the clock. 10am. She let out a long sigh before rolling out of bed.

Quinn was busy tidying up the kitchen. She had made enough delicious pancakes for herself and Brittany. She glanced at the clock. 10 am. Then to the plate of untouched pancakes. Brittany used to be a morning person. She would often wake up before the sun, have a quick breakfast and then run around the block while the sun was rising. Now Brittany was lucky if she fell asleep before sunrise.

A half asleep Brittany stumbled into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Good morning Britt." Quinn greeted happily.

Brittany made some sort of sound to let Quinn know she was awake, barely. Quinn sat down kitty-corner to Brittany and took a good look at her friend. It was clear she had not had a good nights sleep.

"Have you been taking the pills Dr. Bentley gave you?" Quinn asked cautiously.

Brittany groaned and rested her head in her hands. "They don't work Quinn."

"Well maybe if you stayed on them for more than a day…"

"I'm not having this conversation." Brittany stood up and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Quinn alone and aggravated.

Brittany walked back to her room and started getting ready. She listened to Quinn clean the dishes and when the water stopped it only took a few seconds before her friend was knocking on the door. Brittany stopped and stayed perfectly still.

"I'm going out. There's pancakes on the counter for you if you're hungry." Quinn waited for a response but she didn't get one. Maybe Brittany had fallen back asleep.


It's not that the pancakes Quinn had made didn't look appetizing, its just that Brittany had other plans in mind.

Brittany opened the front door to the Spotlight Diner and made her way to the podium at the front. The man standing at the podium gave her a big smile. Brittany smiled back and glanced at his name tag. Kurt.

"Welcome to Spotlight Diner!" Kurt beamed at her. He looked behind him at the dining area and Brittany was sure she heard him sigh. "Right this way."

She followed him to the opposite side of the diner than where her and Quinn had been the night before. He directed her to a booth that looked out to the street.

"Your server will be with you in a minute."

Brittany took the down time to look around the diner. She saw the shorter brunette waitress coming towards her but she couldn't spot Santana.

"Hello, my names Rachel. I'll be your waitress today. Should we start with a drink?" This woman was clearly better at pretending to like her job than Santana was. She was smiling so big that Brittany could hear it in her voice.

"Yeah, um, water please."

"Coming right up!"

As the small brunette walked away Brittany heard the bell above the door ring and Santana walked in. She ducked her head and quickly walked behind Kurt, avoiding his gaze. Brittany couldn't help but smile at the sight of the Latina.

Kurt turned around and saw Santana already half way through the diner. "It's about time!" He called over to her.

"Calm yourself Lady Hummel. Gunther isn't even in today."

"Your bosses absence isn't an excuse for tardiness Santana." Rachel countered easily while making her way back to Brittany's table.

Santana rolled her eyes as she made her way behind the bar to slip her uniform on.

"Here's your water." Rachel smiled at Brittany, setting down the glass.

"Thanks."

Santana looked up at the sound coming from the direction Rachel had headed. Sitting at the table was a beautiful blonde with striking blue eyes; Brittany. Suddenly tying her apron became significantly more difficult. Before she even realized she was staring, Kurt came up behind her and started tying her apron for her.

"See something you like?"

"Shut. Up." Santana harshly whispered over her shoulder to Kurt.

"You have a customer." He pointed across the diner in the opposite direction of the blonde. She let out a quick, loud sigh before turning around, only half prepared to work.

"What do you recommend?" Brittany asked the waitress.

"I'm a vegetarian so the only thing I've actually had is the veggie burger."

"Hm," Brittany studied the menu for a few more seconds before asking, "do you have a shrimp pasta thing? I had it last night but I don't see it anywhere."

"We used to, it got taken off the menu a while ago." Rachel saw Brittany frown into the menu. "But we have the ingredients for it. I can put in a special request."

"Oh, no it's-"

"Really the chef won't mind. It isn't busy this afternoon." Rachel smiled at the customer and pulled out her notepad. "So where's your date today?"

"My date?" Brittany's brow furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah, the woman from last night." Rachel elaborated as she wrote Brittany's order down.

"Quinn? No, no she's not-"

Rachel's eyes widened and she looked up from her writing. "Oh my god I'm so sorry. I didn't mean you seem, um, I wasn't just assuming you prefer the comfort of other women. I mean, she paid and…"

"Whoa, hey take a breath." Brittany interrupted. "I am attracted to women that way so don't feel too bad, but Quinn is just my friend and my roommate." She said with a shrug.

Rachel was stunned by the blondes honesty. Brittany recognize the look, she new that she was overly honest. She enjoyed figuring people out but she didn't want any time spent on them figuring her out. She was an open book; what you see is what you get.

Rachel shook her head slightly. "I uh, I'll go put in your order."

Brittany nodded and fought off the smile that threatened to creep up as she watched the brunette awkwardly step away.

Rachel practically sprinted towards Santana, glancing over her shoulder periodically to make sure Brittany was where she left her. She ran around to the other side of the bar so she was standing right beside Santana, practically breathing down her neck.

"Personal space Berry!"

"She is into women and Quinn is just her roommate." Rachel squealed into Santana's ear.

"How…?"

Rachel shrugged. "She just sort of… told me."


The rest of lunch was uneventful for Brittany. She ate her meal and paid her bill in peace, all the while keeping an eye on the intriguing Latina that was busy working. On her way out she saw Santana walk to the bar and start pouring some drinks. Quietly, Brittany walked up to the other side of the bar, and sat down just in front of Santana.

When Santana felt eyes on her she looked up to see magnificent blue ones staring back.

Brittany smiled, "Hey."

"Hey."

"So the shrimp dish isn't on the menu anymore." Brittany pointed out and played with a glass that was sitting on the bar. Santana didn't even mind that she would have to get a new, clean glass.

"It's the best thing that's ever been on the menu though. I have no idea why they took it off."

Brittany picked up the glass and turned it around in her hand. She brought it up to eye level and looked at Santana through the glass. Santana's brow furrowed and Brittany smiled at her warped image.

Brittany put the glass back down and stood up. She started backing away, "Thanks for the shrimp." As she turned around to walk out Santana looked down at the glass, still confused.

"See you later!" Santana called after Brittany.

The blonde smiled to herself. "I can't wait."


Santana had worked a later shift than Kurt and Rachel so she was fully prepared to be bombarded with the blaring sound of show tunes when she got home. She was however, not prepared for her roommates to be calmly sitting at the kitchen table, waiting and ready, with dinner in front of them.

Santana took off her jacket and slowly made her way to the table where her friends were sitting patiently and silently smiling at her.

"Have you two finally lost it? Am I going to be murdered tonight?"

Rachel's brow furrowed and she shook her head. "What? No! Can't we make and enjoy a nice meal with our friend without being accused of planning homicide?"

"Besides, if anyone in this household were to go crazy and kill someone we all know it would be you." Kurt added pointedly towards Santana.

She shrugged and sat down at the table with them. "Point taken." She looked down at the stir fry that was on her plate then back up at Rachel.

"Don't worry, yours and Kurt's are real meat."

Santana's eyes narrowed as she looked between both of her friends. This was very odd behaviour even for them. Since living with these two she had tried to teach herself to expect the unexpected, but no matter how many times you tell yourself that, it doesn't change the fact that you can never actually expect everything.

Rachel wasn't the best cook, the only one that could really cook was Santana; Kurt enjoyed baking. Rachel's lack of cooking ability didn't keep her from trying, but they very rarely ate together. On a typical night Santana would come home and fend for herself while her roommates watched every musical known to man.

Santana cautiously picked up the fork and took a bite of her food as Rachel watched her and leaned in closer. Kurt started to take a bite of his and as soon as Santana swallowed her stir fry Rachel clapped her hands together.

"So, we need to talk." Rachel said as she sat back in her chair.

"I knew there was a catch!" Santana pointed at Rachel accusingly.

Rachel's eyes widened and she leaned towards Kurt whisper loud enough that Santana could still hear, "I thought you said food would make her happier."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "You barely let her take one bite."

Rachel straightened up and folded her hands on the table in front of her, sending Santana a big smile to which Santana glared in return.

"You and Dani broke up about 5 months ago and you haven't had a... Relationship since then." Rachel cleared her throat. "Brittany is... Attractive?"

"Was that a question?" Santana cut in.

Rachel continued, ignoring Santana. "Kurt and I think you need to..." Rachel hesitated, thinking of the right way to word this. "Expand your social circle to include said blonde."

Kurt was now looking at Rachel with narrowed eyes as well. He turned to Santana, "What she's trying to say is that you obviously find something interesting in this Brittany girl. We think you should take the chance and just try to get to know her better."

"Instead of removing her from your life like you do with every other girl you find interesting." Rachel added, earning herself a quick, stern look from Kurt. Rachel shrugged, "It's true."

Santana pushed her chair away from the table, "Alright, listen carefully. Lady Hummel, you have only had one boyfriend in your life and Manhands here has only had two. One of which threw eggs at her. So excuse me if I don't want to take advice from an inexperienced elf and a rejected troll."

Santana picked up her plate of food and left the kitchen leaving Kurt and Rachel staring at an empty chair.

Rachel turned to Kurt, "I think that went well."