Santana turned quickly on her heel to the surprise of an aggressive tap on her shoulder. "Table nine, Santana" her boss spat, glaring at her.

"Right on it." She replied, throwing her the most obvious fake smile she could force herself to give.

Santana's boss hated her and the feeling was mutual. Santana didn't like admitting it, but she knew full well that the only reason her boss hated her was because ever since she gave Santana the job all the male attention started getting given to her. Santana hated the attention though, especially when the attention is coming from juniors from her old school saying they know exactly how to "straighten" her out. As far as she was concerned the sooner she got out of that job and out of Lima all together, the better.

Santana picked her notebook off of the counter she was just standing by, pulled the pencil from behind her ear and made her way over to table 9. She reached the table and didn't look up from the paper as she wrote "TABLE 9" in block letters at the top of the page.

"What can I get you guys?" Santana said monotonously. She raised her eyes off the page to see the two familiar blondes sitting in front of her. "Oh, hey Brittany." she said slightly more high pitched and awkward.

The pair looked up from there menus and Brittany grinned.

"Hi Santana!" The girl replied politely.

Santana eyed Brittany and held back a laugh when she realized that this was the first time she'd seen her wearing pants.

"Um, Hi Santana." Sam added, giving a little wave as if to say "I am here you know."

Santana looked at him, "Oh, hey Sam." she said, her voice returning to its normal tone.

She didn't really like Sam, not in the same way she didn't like her boss, she just didn't get him. He was the most gullible person she'd ever met, and not in a cute girl or 7 year old kid sort of way, in a "you're really pissing me off" kind of way. She thought she should give him the benefit of the doubt though considering she'd only met him once. Maybe he was just awkward around new people or something.

"You work here?" Brittany asked, "But I thought you were a cleaner."

"Yeah. I told you I was saving for New York, right?"

"Oh yeah, so you work 2 jobs?"

Santana smiled shyly and shrugged, "3, actually."

"You work 3 jobs?!" Sam gasped, including himself.

"Yep! And I'd really like to keep this one, so you guys should probably order." She said laughing.

After the two of them gave their orders, Santana took them into the kitchen and then proceeded to make drinks for them. After giving them their drinks and telling them their starters shouldn't be long, she went to clear another table.

Santana walked past their table 3 more times before their food was done and each time she did, Brittany gave her a little smirk which Santana returned. When the starters were eventually done she collected them and took them over. Before she had the chance to walk away Brittany stopped her.

"Santana! Santana, tell him. Isn't One Tree Hill sooo good?" Brittany looked at Santana wide eyed until she answered.

Santana laughed "Yeah, it's great, I've only seen like one episode but yeah it was good."

"See!" Brittany said to Sam sticking her tongue out, then turned to look back at Santana, "Thanks. He kept saying it was stupid."

Santana just laughed again. She found Brittany adorable, like a little baby you never want to put down. Except Brittany was like a hot baby. With really nice legs. "Enjoy your meal, I'll be back soon." She said turning and walking away.

Sam watched Santana walk away and as soon as she got at a far enough distance he turned to Brittany.

"You're so weird, Britt."

Brittany's face dropped as she looked up from her bowl of soup.

"What? Why?"

"You're treating the girl like you've known her for years, she's going to think we're crazy." Sam spoke as polite as he could, but he was being serious.

Brittany frowned "No she won't, she's a nice person she would never think that. I only asked her because she was the one who I watched the show with! Duh."

Brittany looked down and took another spoonful of soup.

He spoke more sternly now, "Look, all I'm saying is, she cleans our apartment, she's not our friend."

Brittany sighed, "Well, she's not your friend, but she is mine."

Santana got home at around 7:45. She didn't speak to Brittany and Sam much the rest of the night she kind of just served them their main and dessert and let them be. She was so exhausted. She felt like she hadn't had a day off in weeks and it was only Tuesday. She ate half of the pasta her mom had made her and went straight up to bed.

The following morning, Santana woke up early and was so glad. It gave her time to take a long shower, eat a proper meal and email Rachel. Her mom and dad were both at work so she made herself some pancakes and ate them in her room while she scrolled through her emails. Surprisingly, there wasn't one from Rachel but she still sent her one just to let her know what was going on.

From: Santana Lopez

To: Rachel Barbra Berry

Subject: Hey

Hey Dwarf,

I actually have time to email you today so I'll tell you what's been going on.

I got another job cleaning an apartment. I apologize that's its taking me so long to get the money together but I just want to make sure I have enough to last mein case I can't get a job straight away. Get off my back about it anyway, we don't all have rich daddy's and an 'emergency credit card' like you and Kurt. I'm trying my best, okay. Give me, at most, 6 more weeks and I'll be there.

So anyway, what's the apartment like? Do I have my own room? I don't have to share with you and Kurt do I? How's Nyada?

I'll try and email you as much as I can but I'm so busy lately I can barely find the time to breathe.

Say hey to Kurt for me.

Love, Santana.

Santana sent the email and started getting ready for work. The good thing about Breadstix was that it was within walking distance of her house. Her mom worked Monday to Friday until 7 so Santana couldn't use her car through the week, meaning she would've had to waste money getting a taxi everyday if it was too far a walk.

Brittany started her day a lot more slow paced than Santana. She got up at 12 to an empty house because Sam had already left for work hours before. She dragged herself out of bed and headed for the couch. She watched TV for 2 hours and ate a bowl of cheerios before taking a quick shower and getting ready for work.

When Brittany graduated, Mike, a friend of her and Sam, gave her a job in his dance school. Mike and Sam were close friends in school and they were both 2 years older than Brittany. When Brittany started dating Sam when she was a freshman and he was a junior, Sam introduced them and they became really close friends. They would spend hours on end choreographing routines together and Mike promised Brittany that if he had opened a dance school by the time she had graduated he would give her a job. A year after graduating Mike had raised enough money to get himself a small space in central Lima for his dance studio and kept to his promise by giving Brittany a Monday - Friday job teaching 10-14 year old's while he taught the older kids.

Brittany stepped into her sweats, forced her feet into her still laced sneakers and headed out. She got to work 20 minutes early, as always, and started warming up. Dancing was Brittany's favourite thing in the world. It was her release. It was the only thing she had ever really been serious and passionate about. If she was ever sad about something or had ever had a fight with Sam or had something on her mind she would go to the studio, put on the perfect song and just dance. Today was one of those days. She had had a restless night for a reason unbeknownst to her and just felt like letting loose. She turned the CD player on and started dancing. She took the music in, switched her brain off, closed her eyes and let her body take over. She moved so gracefully. Dancing came so naturally to her and she looked so beautiful when she was doing it.

Before she knew it, kids started piling in, bringing her back to reality. Brittany wiped her forehead and cleared her throat. "OK guys," she already felt a lot better, "take your usual positions, we're gonna do a few warm up exercises then jump right into the routine we started last week!" A huge smile formed on her face as she watched the group of very excited 12 year old's, not unlike herself at one point, take their positions.

When Saturday came around Santana was so grateful that it was her last and easiest day of the week. She had just finished getting dressed and made her way downstairs, she didn't have to leave for another 10 minutes so went to talk to her Mom who was doing laundry in the kitchen.

"Hey Mom."

"Oh, hi honey." she looked up at Santana, "You look happy today."

"Yeah, it's Saturday! Once I've finished cleaning today, I get the rest of the day and all of tomorrow to just relax and do nothing."

Santana walked over to the table and started helping her Mom fold the pile of clothes.

"I wish you didn't have to work so much, Mija. You know if there was anything I could do to help you get this money I would do it, right?"

"Mom, I know, you've told me. And trust me, you letting me use your car on Friday nights and Saturday is all the help you need to give me. I don't want to trouble you and Dad."

"You could never trouble us." She sighed, we're going to miss you so much when you go to New York."

Santana walked over to her Mom and pulled her in for a hug. "I'm going to miss you too Mom. I gotta go to work now, I love you."

Santana's Mom squeezed her tight "I love you too baby, see you soon."

Brittany had just finished getting dressed when Santana knocked. She was wearing skinny jeans and a light pink crop top. She opened the door and smiled to the brunette who stood in front of her holding her red mop bucket in both hands. She noticed as the girls eyes shot down to her stomach and started admiring her abs.

Brittany giggled "Hey, come in."

Santana's cheeks turned pink as she followed the blonde into the living room. "So, you're wearing pants this week." She said laughing at herself.

Brittany stopped and turned back around to face her, "Excuse me?"

Santana's face dropped, thinking she'd offended her "Oh, I was just saying how last week you spent the whole day in your panties." She let out a nervous laugh, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it in a bad way."

Brittany shook her head, "No I'm not offended, I just didn't think that it would make you uncomfortable."

"It didn't, I actually thought it was funny how it didn't make you at all uncomfortable."

Brittany smiled, "Why would it make me uncomfortable? I got some good legs." She raised an eyebrow and turned to walk to the couch.

"Yes you do." Santana said under her breath and then realized that she hadn't even noticed how much cleaner the living room was today. "Wow, it's a lot cleaner in here than usual."

"It is?" Brittany shouted over from the couch.

"Yeah, there's like no clothes on floor. I'm surprised."

Brittany looked around the room, "Yeah I guess. I started putting my clothes in the wash basket."

"Really? What made you start doing that?" Santana asked curiously.

Looking over her shoulder at Santana, Brittany said, "I don't even know. To be honest I didn't even realize I had been doing it until you pointed it out."

Santana didn't say anything and Brittany turned to look back at the TV. Santana wondered if she'd had some kind of subconscious influence on the other girl. She couldn't possibly right? Brittany had only been there once while she was cleaning.

"So anyway, I'm going to do in here first and then I'll be out of your way." Santana said.

"OK, cool."

Santana started with the back of the room and worked her way forward. When she got to the front of the living room things between her and Brittany were awkward for a few minutes. Neither of them really knew each other so they had nothing to talk about. The tension between them was soon broke when Brittany started polite conversation.

"So, did you grow up around here?"

"Yeah, not too far from here. You?"

"Yeah me too, my parents live a few blocks away. How don't we know each other then?"

Santana starting picking plates and bowls up off the coffee table that was in front of Brittany.

"How do you mean?" She asked.

"Well, you know, we're both the same age and we both live around here, you'd think we would. What high school did you go to?"

"Um, I went to McKinley, you know it?" Santana looked down at the stack off plates she was holding, "let me just take these into the kitchen and I'll be right back."

She returned and started polishing over the coffee table. Brittany continued were they left off, "Yeah I know McKinley, Sam and I went to Carmel High."
"Oh yeah I know Carmel, a kid named Jesse who went there dated a friend of mine once."

Brittany leaned forward towards Santana who was on her knees wiping dust from the TV stand, "Wait!" she said. "Do you mean Jesse St. James?"

Santana looked up. "Yeah, why? You know him?"

"Yeah! Sam and his friend Mike absolutely hated that guy. They were in the same grade and ever since freshman year they'd had like this rivalry."

Santana looked at Brittany astonished "Small world, huh? I don't know how we never crossed paths."

"I know."

"So, Sam's older than you, right?"

"Yeah, two years. We started dating when I was a freshman. He was a football player and I was a cheerleader. So that's how we met."

Santana forced herself to not look too disgusted by their cliche of a relationship and just smiled. "That's sweet." She finished cleaning over the last of the picture frames hanging on the wall and threw the cloth over her shoulder. "Well I'm pretty much done in here, I'll mop around when I've done the other rooms. You can watch all the TV you want now without being interrupted." She gave an airy laugh.

"Cool. Make sure you're done before 3 though." Brittany winked.

Santana blushed and put her head down when she felt her face burn, "Uh... Why? What's at 3?" She said rubbing her eye, trying to hide her rosy cheeks.
Brittany giggled, "One Tree Hill! The new episode gets repeated every Saturday at 3. I didn't watch it when it aired this time so we could watch it together for the first time."

Santana's face wasn't cooling down, Brittany made her so shy for some reason. Which was weird because she was usually the one intimidating people, not the other way around. "You didn't have to do that."

Santana was glad she did though. She was secretly happy that she got to spend more time getting to know Brittany and that Brittany actually wanted to spend more time with her too.

"I wanted to. We had fun last week..." Brittany tilted her head, "Right?"

Santana was pretty sure her face wasn't bright red anymore and finally looked at Brittany, "Yeah, absolutely. I better get started in the kitchen then. If I want to be finished by 3, that is." She smirked.

Brittany eyes lit up, "Get to it then." she winked again, sending Santana speeding off into the kitchen before she turned into a tomato.

2 hours later, Santana was finishing up in the bathroom.

"Hurry up! It's starting." Brittany yelled.

"OK! Give me a minute." Santana ran in with the mop in hand, "I just need to mop around here and then we can watch while the floor dries."

"Great, do it quick!"

Santana mopped around the living room quickly and hopped on the couch next to Brittany.

"I can't believe your making me sit here covered in sweat for an hour, again." Santana moaned looking at Brittany.

"You look better than I did last week."

Santana scoffed.

"Are you kidding me? If I looked half as good as you when I'd just woke up I wouldn't be complaining." Santana smiled when she noticed that Brittany's cheeks were going pink.

Brittany giggled "Aw, thanks."

The two of them turned their heads to the TV to watch the show. When the commercials came on Brittany turned to Santana.

"Hey, if you don't mind me asking," Santana faced her, "what's your other job?"

Santana was pretty hesitant about answering, she always got embarrassed when she told people she sang. A lot of time they would pressure her into singing and she hated that. "Uh...I work in a bar."

"A bar? Aren't you a little young?" Brittany furrowed her eyebrows.

"Well yeah, I mean, I don't serve drinks or anything. I just, you know... Sing."

"You can sing?!" Brittany's eyes widened "Wow! So that's why you're going to New York, to be a singer!"
Santana smiled shyly and shrugged, "Well, that's the plan."

"That's amazing."

Santana was so embarrassed. She cleared her throat and they were both quiet for a few minutes.

"So anyway, little miss twenty questions," Santana said breaking the silence, "what about you? What do you do?

Brittany shrugged "Well, technically I'm a dance teacher. But I don't call myself a dance teacher, it's not like I'm qualified or anything."

"Oh, don't be so modest!" Santana pushed Brittany's shoulder. "I'm sure, with legs like that, you're amazing."

Brittany giggled and looked away to hide her face.

"Awww, look at you hiding 'cause you're blushing." Santana mocked.

Brittany threw her head back and groaned "Stopppp, you're embarrassing me!"

"I'm sorry" Santana said through her laughter.

"You do realize we've just missed a full part of the episode." Brittany pointed out.

"No we haven't," Santana said looking at the TV "the commercials are still on."

"Santana, you goof, these are new commercials we spoke through the other ones. Now we don't know what's going on!" Brittany frowned.

"I'm sure it will be on again before the next episode airs."

"But we're supposed to watch it together."

Brittany made the most adorable sad face ever and Santana just couldn't resist. She placed a hand on the girls knee and looked her in the eyes.

"Hey, it's fine. Why don't you watch this episode next time it's on, for both of us, and you can catch me up next Saturday before we watch the next one and then we'll make sure that every Saturday we watch it. It can be like our thing."

"Our thing." Brittany repeated, grinning.

Santana took her hand off Brittany's knee and inhaled deeply "Uh, I think I'm gonna take off. I haven't seen my Mom or Dad a lot lately so I really want to spend the evening with them." Brittany mimicked Santana by standing up off of the couch and Santana's eyes shot straight to her abs that had been revealed as she stood up. "Oh...My...God"

Brittany followed Santana's eyes and looked down at her own stomach "What?"

Santana shook her head, "Oh sorry, I was, um... daydreaming."

Brittany's eyes narrowed.

"Oh right, well here's your money." She said reaching into her back pocket. "The place looks great, Santana, thanks a lot."

They smiled at each other, Santana took the money and Brittany walked her over to the door. Santana bent down and picked her bucket up while Brittany opened the door.

"See you next week, Brittany." Santana said sliding past her and out the door, she turned back around to face Brittany before walking off.

Brittany smirked mischievously. "I can make you blush too, Santana." She said winking, yet again, at the other girl and giggling. "See you soon."