AN: Thank you for all the reviews, as for the drama with Santana and Brittany that will flair up. Sooner or later.

Brittany exhaled slowly as she took Charlie's file which had been placed on the door. She felt silly for accusing Charlie of following her. That was mostly because she didn't really get the vibe from the MMA fighter and it was a bit hypocritical of her. Because maybe she had decided to google her name. There were videos of some of her previous fights. She had clicked on the more recent one and watched the highlights of her last fight. She was good, and even though she knew nothing about fighting it looked like Charlie had been winning until she had gotten caught. She had watched the exact instance where Charlie's arm had snapped and she had nearly hurled. Brittany flicked her eyes over Charlie's chart again, she had no idea why Charlie would even want to go back. But she has a job to do and Charlie's going to need the motion back in her entire shoulder, there had been a bit of displacement as well. She let out another soft sigh and then entered the room where Charlie was sitting quietly poking her arm which was still in a sling. "Hey Charlie."

Charlie looked up at Brittany and flashed her a small smile, "Hey Brittany," Charlie says. She hums and points at the sling. "I was wondering when I could take the sling off. You know start going back to the gym." Charlie asks.

"You can't start off going hard or you're going to reinjure yourself. The bone hasn't even completely healed yet, but it's mended enough that you don't need to be in a cast. We're going to make sure that your posture is good, and we're going to start working on getting your range of motion back. You do need to have a decent range if you want punch people in the face," Brittany said as she approached Charlie. "Can I take it off—your sling." Brittany corrects immediately when she sees the faint flush on Charlie's cheeks. "Can I take off your sling?"

Charlie nods and lets Brittany help her with the sling and winces as she gently lets her arm fall. It hurts, and she knows she can't go start sparring or hitting the bags. Even running was a bit of a nuisance for her. "So is there anything that I can do to burn off energy? I'm getting restless."

"Six weeks after you remove this sling is when they generally recommend light activity. Don't get your hopes up. You're going to have some mobility problems and I don't want you pushing yourself," Brittany said. "The main issue is your shoulder," Brittany said. "How bad is the pain?"

"It doesn't really hurt anymore not really." Charlie responded. "The doctor said that I was healing up nicely." Charlie answers and smiles proudly. "But it hurts when I try and move my shoulder, and it feels stiff and sort of weird most of the time. Mostly I'm just tired of sitting up and sleeping." Charlie said, "I end up falling over and waking up to this sharp jolt of pain."

Brittany frowned and looked at Charlie as she moved behind her. "We're going to do some shoulder squeezes, I want you to start doing them about three times a day. Holding for three seconds. Reps of ten." Brittany informed her. "Take a breath and let's start." Brittany feels the tension in Charlie's back as she begins to adjust Charlie's body making sure she's standing up straight. "Don't you have a girlfriend or something that can help you?"

Charlie tilts her head to look at Brittany, "If I had a girlfriend that could help me—then I wouldn't be—well going to the clubs and trying to pick up women. Or you know?" Charlie gives her a look and Brittany glances away.

"Speaking of that I want to say sorry, you know for spilling my drink on you the other day. Just bumping into you was another statistical anomaly and my friend pointed out how it was a bit creepy. Especially since I know you went to Scores looking for me."

Charlie flushes. "I—didn't know that you had stopped working there. I just—well I wasn't sure how it would work with my arm in a sling and I can't drive anymore, and I couldn't ask my sister to take me to the club." Charlie pauses and squirms a bit even as Brittany holds her down a bit. "This isn't putting me in the best light is it? But they said that you were gone and I thought that was the last time I was ever going to see you and I was—upset. I never once thought to look for you or anything like that."

"You were upset that you couldn't see me take my clothes off anymore?" Brittany teases, "Straighten your back Charlie. You need to stand up straight while you do this. You need to get your posture right."

"No! I mean—you're very beautiful. I would like to—I mean I enjoyed—I mean." Charlie swallows, she really needed to learn how to use her words. But Brittany's hands were on her and she was to close.

Brittany laughs it was so easy to get her all embarrassed. "It's okay, you really were my best customer and my favorite regular. You never pushed for extras. Everyone always pushed for extras," Brittany says with a shrug.

"It was the rules though that you didn't do extras," Charlie points out scrunching her face a bit. "I didn't even want to—buy you. My mom always said that a woman you can buy isn't a woman worth having."

"You paid for me to take my clothes off," Brittany points and Charlie's brow furrows. "You paid me more than anyone else was paying me."

Charlie blinks, "I was overpaying you?" she asks. "I just after the first night I was embarrassed and I didn't know how much so I just gave you all the money in my wallet."

Brittany remembered that night well. The moment that the time was up Charlie had practically bolted from the room after fishing money out of her wallet and holding it out for her. "You never had to leave a tip, most people do, and you were the only one who consistently gave me hundreds of dollars."

"I thought your time was valuable—" Charlie says weakly.

Brittany believed her, there was that mortified expression on Charlie's face that she found refreshing. The fact that in four years Charlie didn't know the proper etiquette for giving strippers tips was amusing and she probably should have said something years ago. She felt a bit bad, especially since Charlie still tipped her even when she hadn't taken off her clothes. It was something that had confused her. "It is what it is. I suppose I should thank you. For treating me like I was human, it was nice dancing for you." She hummed and adjusted Charlie again. "We're going to do some pendular exercises right now so we can start working on your range of motion." Brittany explained as she bent Charlie over. "I want you to brace yourself with your left arm on the bench right there, and I need you to keep your back as straight as possible. Now I want you to gently swing the arm backwards and forwards as far as possible to not cause you any pain. I need you to go back and forth ten times."

Charlie grunts a bit as she begins to do the exercises that Brittany assigned her. She does it quietly, "Was I really your favorite regular?" Charlie asked after a moment.

Brittany frowns its dangerous waters that they're swimming in but she nods, "You were. Like I said you treated me like I was human. Now if you weren't upset that you were going to see me with my clothes off, why were you upset." She's met with a blush and Brittany pauses for a moment studying Charlie.

"I was just—and I thought I'd be a champion and I figured that would give me a boost of confidence," Charlie murmurs. Then Quinn had made the observation that she could practically pick up anyone with her arm in a sling like that and she had thought that maybe Brittany would at least give her a pity date to work with. She realized now that she had been high on pain pills and thought that it was a good idea. At least that was the excuse she was going with.

Brittany stopped what she was doing, and looked at Charlie. "A confidence boost for what?" Charlie turns a bright red and mumbles something under her breath. Brittany blinks and smiles, "You were going to ask me on a date?"

Charlie's throat goes dry and nods, "I mean—I—yes—but—" Charlie swallows again trying to get her mouth to work. "I was working up the nerve to do it," she manages to get out.

"Four years?" Brittany asks.

Charlie can practically hear Quinn and Puck's laughter in her head. "I—I'm not very good at this."

"Well—"

"I mean I can't now and I wasn't going to—cause you know you wanted us to have a professional relationship. So—I'm okay now," Charlie says quickly standing up after she finishes and pulls away from Brittany. She definitely should have asked for a different physiotherapist. She wondered what Quinn would do and then realized that Quinn probably would have slapped on a confident smirk on her face and entered Brittany's personal space and kissed her. She wasn't anywhere near that smooth. She thought about Puck for a moment and then stopped that thought immediately. "I can respect the professionalism," she says after a moment.

"Charlie—I'm sure that you're a good person—no I know that you're a good person and I'm sure that you'll find someone that will make you very happy. But you were a customer, and I can't go down this road with you," Brittany said after a moment. It was the right decision. She just wanted to avoid any drama. "We need to keep things professional."

There's a flicker of disappointment that flashes across her face, but it disappears and Charlie nods. "It would be weird right? Don't worry like I said I can keep our professional relationship working." Charlie flashes her a smile that doesn't quite meet her eyes.

Brittany feels guilty for a moment, but this was a possible powder keg of drama waiting to happen. What would happen if she ran into an old client? Besides there were ethics involved in dating a patient and she wasn't going to lose her job. "I'd like that. Besides we really need to focus on your recovery. I know you want to hit the gym as soon as possible." She smiles. "You know what I suggest?"

"Not waiting four years to ask a girl out?" Charlie says with a small laugh.

"Well that, but I was thinking that if you invest in some massages then it might help with the tension, I know a guy." Brittany said with a small laugh. She was taking this well and she relaxes.

Quinn smiles as she sneaks up behind Santana and wraps her arms around her kissing her cheek and nuzzling her happily, as she spins Santana around and kisses her deeply. She feels Santana wrapping her arms around her waist and she lets out a low groan but pulls back a bit. She has a mission to complete first. "Santana?"

Santana pauses and immediately turns back around recognized the tone immediately. It was the tone that Quinn used when she wanted to do something that there was a high chance she would veto. Let's try a threesome Santana, had been Quinn's suggestion. Somehow Rachel had moved in with them and then into their bed. She blamed Quinn for that even if she loved the dwarf—most of the time. Quinn was cute and sexy but not that sexy. "No. We're not inviting someone else into our bed Quinn."

Quinn flashes Santana a small pout, "I wasn't going to ask that but now that you mention it." Santana smacks her arm and she grins. "Honestly I wanted you and Rachel to help my sister."

Santana paused and turned to Quinn, "We are not sleeping with your sister!" she hisses.

"What? No. Charlie wouldn't even know what to do with two of you," Quinn said dismissively. "I just want you to you know—help her get a girlfriend. She's been obsessed with this stripper Santana and she needs to move on. So we thought if two beautiful women flirted with Charlie in front of other beautiful women they might be interested. Charlie can talk to the two of you, so it shouldn't be hard to just you know—pretend. I mean she looks just like me. So you know just pretend she's me—without all the other stuff that we do and she might get a girl interested in her."

Santana stared at Quinn, "This sounds suspiciously like something that Puck would come up with."

"Well it was—but it was considerably better than hiring her a prostitute," Quinn said defensively. "Please—she's going to die alone and a virgin. I'm very worried about her."

Santana groans and shakes her head. "The things I do for you."

"It's clearly because you are madly in love with me," Quinn says and Santana rolls her eyes. Now she just had to convince Rachel and then drag Charlie out again.

AN: Stuff happens. Please review.