A/N I'm really happy about all the reviews I've been getting, you guys are definitely pushing me to churn out chapters faster! I see you guys are really getting anxious about this Brooke girl, but patience my friends. You'll meet her soon.

CHAPTER 4

Three Weeks Later;

I was at the Showtimes studio getting some of my stretching done before the rest of the other back up dancers showed up. I always show up about 15 minutes early just to get warmed up because the choreographer now never made us do warm ups even though it's like the most important thing to do before practice. Less injuries, you know? Anyway, I've come to really love the job even though I think I could choreograph better than that Shue guy. I'm not being cocky either; it's just some of the dances don't even go well with the music. Maybe it's just me, but when I dance I like to listen to the story of the song and move my body to that rather than solely on the beats.

"Hey Brittany, what are you doing here so early?" Noah's voice startled me as he walked casually into the mirrored room. "Oh, sorry! Didn't mean to scare you." He laughed and threw his hands up defensively.

"Oh it's okay, I was just getting lost in my thoughts." I mumbled and looked back down at my out stretched leg and leaned to it with my arms aiming for my toes. "I like to do a little more warming up before everyone else comes in." He crossed his arms over his broad chest and leaned against the wall.

"That's some good work ethic you got there." He complimented. "How do you feel about Shue?" I looked up to find him staring down at me intently. I didn't know what he was trying to ask so I just shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't know, he's nice I guess. But I told you I'm gay, remember?" I replied and switched legs to stretch again. He laughed, his shoulders bouncing with each chuckle.

"Uh, not what I meant.." He said with the shake of his head. "I mean, do you think he's a good choreographer?" I gulped, I didn't like where this was going.

"Uhm.." I mumbled but I really didn't want to answer. I didn't like talking about someone behind their back like that. What if what I say got him in trouble? Or worse, fired?

"It's okay Brittany." He said softly. "I was just asking because I've seen you dance on your own, freestyle, and it's so much better than what that douche comes up with." He shrugged and shifted his weight on the wall. "Have you ever choreographed before?" I stopped stretching and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked slowly. I definitely don't want to be responsible for that guy getting fired, let alone stealing his job!

"I'm saying, do you want to be the new choreographer for the girls?" He asked with a grin. I was speechless, I've only been working here for about 3 weeks, there's no way he couldn't find a better replacement. "I really think you'd do a great job."

"I-I uhh..I don't want to steal his job." I stammered, feeling my brows furrow as I spoke. "I just wouldn't feel right about that, especially since I've only been here 3 weeks."

"Don't worry about that, Brittany." He replied and took a seat up against the wall, facing me. "I've already talked to him beforehand. He doesn't even like choreographing; he's more of singing guy." I felt my whole body relax at hearing that Noah had already talked to him and if I agreed to the job it wouldn't take the guy by surprise.

"Are you sure you want me to do it?" I asked in disbelief. "There isn't anyone else?"

"Totally, you're just the person for the job!" He answered confidently and stood up. "So, you in?" I pondered the thought for a moment.

"Yeah, I'm in."

4 Hours Later;

After knowing that I wasn't really 'stealing' anyone's job, I became extremely excited. I had already changed up some of the previous routines on my own so today's practice was mostly showing the rest of the girls what I had come up with. They actually really liked the new choreography which helped calm my nerves of being the one in charge. Right after the talk with Noah, I really wanted to call Quinn and tell her but most of the girls started filing in and I ran out of time. Plus, I would much rather tell her in person so I could see the look on her face.

As soon as practice ended I was running down the street, dodging pedestrians as I held my phone to my ear. "I'm not telling you what it is yet!" I said into the receiver.

"Well can I at least get a hint?" Quinn asked with a huff. I could sense she was probably getting impatient ever since I told her I was stopping by work to tell her a surprise.

"No, no hints!" I replied, my voice wavering a little. "Okay fine, it has something to do with dancing.." I heard her squeal and had to pull the phone away from my ear it was so loud.

"YOU GOT A PROMOTION!" She yelled then I heard her voice a little further away from the phone. "What newbie? I can't celebrate?" She said harshly and it made me roll my eyes but I wasn't going to scold her again since she guessed my secret on the first try.

"Wait, how did you know? Are you psycho?" I asked suspiciously, catching the eyes of the people who walked by me.

"What the hell?" Quinn asked. "Oh, psychic. No Britt, I'm just a really good guesser!" She cheered. "I can't believe you got a promotion so fast! So proud of you."

"Thanks Quinn."

"Wait, are you going to work both jobs?" She asked. I didn't even think about that, but I had to keep working at The Coffee Shop, I just had to.

"Yeah, I'll work at The Coffee Shop during the mornings and work at Showtimes at night." I suggested. "I have to keep my job at shop though."

"Santana?" Quinn asked. I didn't even need to see her face; I knew she'd be giving me that narrow eyed smirk. I was nearing the building so I decided to speed up my running.

"Well duh! How else am I supposed to run into-" The door of the shop flung open and I ran straight into it, dropping my phone and falling hard on my ass. I grabbed at my nose and instantly felt the liquid running down my hand. It hurt; I felt my eyes starting to water at the pain. I didn't know what hurt worse, running into the metal part of the door face first or falling hard on my butt. I looked up through my watery eyes and froze. "her.."

"Holy shit, Brittany!" Santana squealed and kneeled down in front of me, setting her coffee on the ground beside us and reaching for my forearms. "I'm so sorry!" She said staring into my eyes then down at my blood covered hands. "Shit, you're bleeding.."She mumbled and scrambled to dig inside her purse. "Here, take this and tilt your head up." She handed me a wad of napkins and pushed my hands up to my nose as I titled my head. She sat back and took in the sight. "Fuck, I'm so sorry." The concern in her voice sent shivers through me; I didn't even feel the pain anymore. All I that mattered was having her this close to me and tending to my nose.

"s'okay, I was the one that ran into the door." I said weakly as I tried to smile, but she wouldn't see it anyway since the napkins were in the way. I looked down at my clothes and realized it looked like I had just killed someone. My breath hitched again when I felt cool fingertips tilting my chin up.

"Keep your head tilted, it'll stop the bleeding." She said, still cupping my chin though I had already let her move my head up. I didn't complain I loved her little touches already; she could linger on my skin forever. "You should really change your clothes before cops start getting suspicious." She said with a grin. "You live close by?" I nodded and pointed behind her.

"Yeah, just a couple blocks down that way." My words were sort of muffled due to the pressure I was putting on my nose as I tried breathing out of my mouth. She looked over her shoulder and nodded.

"Okay, I'll walk you there."

"No, you don't have to. I'm sure the bleeding's st-" I attempted to remove the napkins and look into it but she had already cupped my chin again and made me look up.

"Keep your-"

"Head tilted, got it." I cut her off, nodding.

"And it's the least I could do; I was the one behind the door anyway." She huffed and picked up her coffee. "Plus, it would be kinda hard walking with your head tilted up like that." There was a little bit of playfulness in her voice that time; it made me smile. She wanted to walk me home, she cared for my safety.

"Yeah..I'd probably trip over something." I shrugged and watched as she stood back up and offered her hand to me. "I'm clumsy as it is anyway." She let out a breathy laugh and hoisted me up.

"Oh, your phone." She pointed to the ground where I had dropped it. I saw it from the corner of my eye and went to reach for it. I guess with the napkins blocking my view, I didn't see she was already leaning into grab it also. We ended up bumping heads.

"Sorry.." I apologized embarrassingly as I stood up quickly to let her pick the phone up. I watched her rub at her head before standing up all the way and offering me the phone.

"Wow, you really are clumsy." She laughed.

"Told you." Thank God, the napkins were covering up half my face; I could feel my cheeks burning.

"It's all good; just don't let it happen again." She warned, I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not so I straightened up and looked towards the sky. "Brittany, I'm just kidding." She said, as she placed a hand softly on my back.

"R-Right, yeah I knew that." I stammered and began the walk home. It was about a 10 minute walk, but the whole time, Santana kept her hand pressed against my back. She was probably just doing that so she could direct me since I was pretty much walking blind, but I enjoyed the feeling of her on me. "I'm on the second floor." I said as she held the door open for me and guided me through.

"Okay, sounds good." She nodded and hopped into the elevator with me. Once inside, I finally noticed the coffee in her hand. I mean, I saw her put it down earlier but it never really registered in my head.

"Oh, what kind did you get?" I asked, pointing down at her cup.

"Uhm, back to the usual." She shrugged and looked down at her cup. "You weren't there to order for me." She looked up at me and smiled. I don't know why, but it made my knees weak so I had to look away.

"Yeah, I picked up another job but I'll still be there most mornings." I replied. I didn't know why I was telling her that, she didn't need to know about my life. But something about her made me feel like I could tell her whatever I wanted, and it didn't seem like she minded.

"That's cool, what do you do now?" She asked as the elevator doors opened and I lead the way to the apartment door.

"Make yourself at home." I said when I unlocked the door then went to throw out the napkins and washed my hands. "Oh, and I was hired as a backup dancer a few weeks ago but I actually just got promoted today as choreographer." The excitement from the new position was still evident in my voice when I told her. I was a choreographer now!

"Wow, really? Congratulations!" She said with a big smile as she followed me into the room. "I always pegged you for a dancer." She shrugged. How would she know if I was a dancer if I never even danced around her before, let alone talk about it? I mean, it was just a few weeks ago that I found out her name. Yeah, she's been coming into the shop for awhile now but I was always too scared to ring her up, even make her drinks and because of that Quinn refused to tell me her name. She said if I was going to act all shy then I'd have to find out her name on my own. Obviously that wouldn't happen, or happen fast enough since Quinn practically forced me to talk to the Latina that one day. "Awh, she's cute." She cooed as she looked up at the various pictures of Bella from when she was born till now. I walked over to stand behind her and looked up at all the pictures too. Quinn took most of them; photography is sort of her dirty little secret. "You have a lovely family." She complimented and set her eyes on a picture of me and Quinn with Bella in her lap. "Your girlfriend is also very pretty."

"M-My who?" I practically choked out. She spun around and stared at me confused.

"What? Not your girlfriend?" I shook my head 'no' and watched her bring a hand to her brows and a smile for on her lips. "Your sister, right?" She asked with a laugh almost sounding embarrassed.

"No, well almost." I shrugged. "She's my best friend and Bella" I pointed at the little girl in Quinn's lap. "She's Quinn's daughter."

"Ohhh, wow." She sighed and turned back to the pictures. "I just assumed that you guys were together, there are so many pictures of just the 3 of you." She added with a breathy laugh.

"Yeah, we're all each other's got since all of our family is back home in Ohio." I replied with a shrug. "I could totally see how you'd think that though." She looked back at me and smiled.

" Well I've learned my lesson, don't assume everyone's gay." She laughed and stared back at the pictures.

"No well, she's not gay but I am." I assured her, almost answering too quickly. I'm not usually so straight forward like that, but I didn't want to lose my chance with her if she thought I was straight.

"Oh." She sounded surprised and spun around to face me. "Well, lucky me." I instantly regretted throwing away those napkins because my flushed cheeks were now on full display. Does this count as flirting? I'm going to count it as flirting. "Only joking." She laughed and looked around the room. "So where's the bathroom? I need better lighting to make sure I didn't break your nose."

"But it wasn't-"

"My fault, got it." She mocked my reply from earlier. I smiled and led her to the bathroom. I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet seat while she cupped my chin and inspected my nose. I didn't know where to look since she was inches away from my face so I settled on her eyelashes. They were so long and full, it made me a little jealous since mine weren't really like that. "They're fake." She mumbled without looking away from my nose.

"Huh?"

"My eyelashes, they're fake." She replied again then looked up to stare into my eyes. There was that trance again where it seemed like time stood still. I involuntarily licked my lips and accidently took a peak down at her full ones. Her voice broke the spell as she stood up fully. "Well looks like your nose isn't broken, it's probably gunna get pretty bruised though."

"Are you a doctor?" I asked innocently as I looked up at her; she shook her head 'no'. "Oh, you sound awfully like a doctor."

"Nah, but my dad is. He wanted me to be one though." She said as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Geez, how come you didn't tell me I look a hot mess?" She teased as she combed her fingers through her hair.

"I had my head 'tilted up' the whole time, remember?" I joked back, I didn't know where this sudden boost of confidence came from but I was entirely grateful for it. I looked over at her running her fingers through her deep brown hair as it landed softly on her shoulders. "You're still beautiful though." I pressed my lips together the instant the words left my lips. I really needed to learn how to think before speaking, it's never been one of my best features. She slowly turned to look at me.

"You think I'm-" Her phone began ringing loudly, echoing against the walls in the bathroom. She looked down at the phone and clenched her jaw. It was probably Brooke again, I thought. "Excuse me." She said politely and left the bathroom to answer the call but I could still hear her talking. "I know you're sorry. *pause* yes, I got your gift that was delivered to the office. *pause* Do I think it was a little inappropriate that you sent me fucking lacy panties to my workplace? Yes I do. *pause* Can you ever think about anything besides sex?"

I felt my cheeks starting to heat up again; this was definitely not a conversation I should be listening to.

"Damnit Brooke, fine. You wanna talk? Then let's meet up right now. *pause* Oh you're busy doing what? That slut from that bakery you love so much? *pause* Whatever, I'll talk to you whenever."

I knew it was Brooke she was talking to. I really wanted to meet that girl just to give her a little piece of my mind. How could she treat such a nice girl like Santana so badly? Then again, I don't know anything about their relationship. She must be incredibly hot if Santana still continues to put up with her. It's none of my business though. I took a deep breath and stared down at the bathroom rug.

"Uhm hey, I've got to get going now." Santana said as she poked her head into the bathroom. Her voice was soft now, almost delicate sounding. I looked up and saw the sadness in her eyes. I never liked seeing her upset.

"Is everything-"

"Okay?" She said finishing my sentence which has become some sort of habit now. "Never been better!" She announced sarcastically, her tone switching to sound a little harsh. I don't think she realized the change and instantly apologized. "I should get going before I start taking out my frustration on you." She huffed and turned away from the door. I got up and followed her to the entrance.

"I can walk you down if you'd like?" I asked softly, not sure if she'd snap on me again. I knew it wasn't me she was mad at though so I didn't really think too much of it.

"No, that's okay." She said and picked up her purse and coffee. "I'll see you around, Pink Cheeks." She smiled and closed the door behind her, leaving before I could even say goodbye. Pink Cheeks, there goes another nickname. I reached up and ran my fingers along my cheek bones and let out a sigh then spun around to look for my phone hoping that Quinn hung up after I fell. I looked at the screen to see I had a new message.

Quinn: Saw the whole thing, told you your clumsiness would come in handy one day! Go get her, Lovergirl! ( ;

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smile at my best friend's teasing. If only it were that easy, to just come in and sweep the Latina off her feet and somehow convince her that I'm the better choice. I don't know much about her, but I do know that I'd never make her feel the way that Brooke girl does. I'd never let those full lips of hers curl into a frown. Never.