Hello again! I've managed to get an update out sooner than I planned this time. I may find it difficult to update in the coming couple of weeks, but I will be trying my best to do so.

Thanks again for the reviews and story alerts. It really does spur the creativity juices.

On with the story.


Brittany's been driving Santana Lopez for fortnight now and for all intents and purposes – she loves everything about it.

She's taken to buying Santana coffee every morning and Santana has taken to buying her a banana milkshake when Brittany picks her up in the late afternoon. It makes Brittany feel like they have their special thing together. This in turn makes her feel totally goofy; like the nerds she used to hang around with in A/V club in High School. She can't help how it feels. Born this way, bitches.

The funny feeling in her stomach hasn't stopped but she's decided she likes the feeling and the comfort it provides, and she's starting to think it's Santana who's causing it.

They don't really talk all that much, but when they do they do Brittany manages to make the Santana laugh or smile.

Santana doesn't give much of herself away, which Brittany understands, but she asks questions (without prying) about her life in LA that makes Brittany feel slightly special that Santana Lopez kind of wants to get to know her chauffeur a little bit.

Sometimes when Brittany catches Santana off guard for fleeting moments she looks so sad that it makes Brittany's chest hurt, but then it's gone in a flash, and the dark haired girl returns to a mask of stoic beauty. And sometimes when she looks at Santana she feels like she's known her for longer than a fortnight. They don't talk much and yet it feels so easy to Brittany that she sometimes wishes she got to spend more time driving her.

She's looking forward to Monday when Santana starts the actual filming of this movie, and the pickup times get even more ridiculous.

She doesn't like that she can't talk about how awesome Santana is to Tina or to anyone else because she really thinks she is, and everyone deserves to know it.

It's Sunday morning, which means the day Hollywood shuts down according to all her dancer friends and Carl. Tina has gone out with her new backing-dancer-to-GaGa boyfriend, Jez to get matching mani/pedi's. Brittany tells her to get rainbow nails as it will make her stand out more. Brittany tells Jez to get them too.

She's playing with her Rainbow Dash plush toy while she lies in bed when her phone rings. It's Carl and there's no greeting but a, "I need to see now" and he hangs up. It makes her teeth hurt a little that something may be wrong.


Brittany finds herself waiting in Carl's office in a plush leather chair, across from his oversized desk. She doesn't have to fret or wait too look before she hears the door open, and the distinct sounds of his chuntering.

He walks in the office not wearing his usual black suit, but wearing a pink and white striped polo shirt, grey sweatpants and yellow loafers.

She notices that he has a large brown envelope under his arm, and the way his newly grown handlebar moustache is bristling – he is not in a good mood.

Brittany feels like she's really done something wrong now.

Carl opens the envelope and lifts the contents out and throws items onto his desk.

They're photographs.

"What are these?" he asks evenly.

Brittany looks down at the images and sees that they're of Santana, alone, getting out of a white Audi TT at a gas station.

"Pictures of Santana." She answers blithely.

"Doing what?" Carl asks and oddly clicks his fingers pointing towards her and back to the images,

"Getting out of a car?" She asks lowly.

Carl starts to pace now; his hands on his hips obviously agitated. Brittany thinks he looks a little ridiculous really.

"Yes but what is she doing?"

"Driving?"

Carl clicks his fingers again.

"Yes. Driving. Why are you not driving her, Brittany?"

She shrugs, staring at her hands placed on her lap; wisps of blonde hair falling from her ponytail,

"She didn't ring me."

If Brittany is honest with herself, she's kind of hurt that Santana didn't ring her. She takes her job very seriously.

Carl stops pacing to sit down in his leather chair, and reclines backwards in it before continuing to speak,

"When you're hired to drive her everywhere..." He takes to tapping his fingers against the top of his desk. The glass covered table making a high pitched sound after each tap.

"You."

Tap.

"Drive."

Tap.

"Her."

Tap.

"Everywhere!"

She finds herself flinching in a seat and slumps further into it. She refuses to look up from her lap. Her chest aches a little bit now, and her face feels hot. She's embarrassed.

"The studio has been on the phone all morning biting my head off over this. My day of golf is ruined now! "

"I'm sorry, sir. It didn't say anything about weekends in the file you sent me."

"I know, kid and I'm not even mad at you, I'm annoyed at the situation. The studio has this girl on a tight leash for whatever reason and you need to drive her everywhere, now, even at the weekends. You need to get that into her head."

Brittany nods and makes a move to leave as quickly as possible. Her weekend has been ruined now, and she just wants to eat a McDonald's breakfast to drown her sorrows (Tina's nutrient shake can go down the drain for today). Carl's voice stops her on the spot.

"Watch out for the girl, okay?" He says quietly, the seriousness in his tone makes Brittany turn back to face him, "I've seen this happen before." He continues, "It doesn't usually end well."


Brittany spends the rest of the morning moping. It's the first time since being in Los Angeles that she finds herself missing home. She wants to curl up in her bed back home and watch The Lion King with Lord Tubbington curled up next to her. At least she got a sausage and egg McMuffin to ease the sorrow.

She tries to ring Tina but she doesn't answer; still obviously having a gay ol' time at the salon.

Brittany decides to ring the person who's been on her mind since her telling off earlier. As she stares at her contact list Santana's name stands out. She hadn't rang her number before, and Santana had only rang her once to ask her to pick her up from a dinner meeting early one night last week, but Brittany is worried about her now after what Carl said, and she wants to make sure nothing bad happens.

She presses call before she has any more time to dwell on it.

The phone is picked up after three rings.

"Hello?" Rasps the voice on the other end of the line.

It makes Brittany shudder.

"Santana?"

"Oh, Brittany! Hey!" She sounds happy that Brittany she called at least.

"How are you?" Brittany asks. She feels she needs to ask.

"Ya know, Surviving. You?"

"I got in trouble today."

"You did?"

"You were driving yesterday. I'm supposed to drive you everywhere."

Brittany wonders if it came out all wrong because there's silence on the other end of the phone for a few moments. She's almost about to ask if Santana's still there when she replies,

"I didn't want to trouble you." Her tone is even and calm, and Brittany waits a few moments to respond to her,

"The studio of that film you're doing wants me to drive you for the duration of production. Everywhere. Even on weekends."

Brittany hears a groan on the other side of the call.

"Well that fucking sucks. I'm sorry Britt, I didn't mean to get you into trouble."

I'm supposed to look out for you

"I'm supposed to look out for you." Brittany blurts out absently.

"I don't need looking out for." Santana snaps instantly.

Brittany's taken aback slightly. The dark haired girl's acerbic tongue has yet to snap at her and she feels she might have said the wrong thing. Again. There's a beat before Brittany says anything else. She knows what she's going to ask.

"Would you like me to pick you up?"

"I think I'd like that a lot." The voice on the other end says softly.

"Where do you wanna go?"

"Anywhere." Santana whispers.


Brittany quickly gets showered and changed (and keeps shorts on. It's a weekend and she is totally going to compromise) before setting off over to Santana's. Brittany is tempted to take Rainbow dash with her, or maybe even Lord Tubbington but she'd rather not have to deal with him running off to smoke a cigar, so she leaves her apartment in a rush before she can think more on the idea any further.

She gets the car, goes to the coffee shop to get the usual and continues on the route to Santana's without having to programme her Sat Nat (Which is a total achievement by the way. She bought herself some new shoes in celebration).

She gets to the gates of Santana's community within an hour of the phone call, and surprisingly the mean, lazy guard with the creepy botox face is in the kiosk reading a newspaper. He waves and Brittany does the same, but mentally judges him for having jam on his white shirt.

She sees Santana come into view as she drives up the secluded road, perched on the wall; resting against it with her right leg bent and her arms folded. She's wearing super short denim jeans, wedges and a red and black plaid shirt today, which shows off just enough of her caramel skin in all the right places. Brittany thinks she's never looked hotter.

She slows the car and winds the window down, the air conditioning turned up to its maximum, and looks over to Santana perched on the wall.

"Hi" Santana smirks, looking over her sunglasses.

"Have you decided where you wanna go?" Brittany asks, as she gets out of the car.

Santana looks upward for a moment in contemplation before deciding to answer.

"I think I wanna get ma eats on!"

"Burgers?" Brittany asks. It's lunchtime now, and Brittany is in the mood for some herself. She's glad she suggests it when Santana's gives her a wide smile in response

"Sounds like a plan." she replies smoothly.

Brittany moves around the car to open the passenger door next to the driver's seat. Santana smiles inquistivley and looks over towards her.

Brittany just shrugs and smiles,

"Let's make this a Sunday thing."

Santana almost looks like she's blushing to Brittany when she looks down at her feet. It makes the feeling in her stomach tighten a little more.

She waits patiently for Santana to get in the car, and swiftly closes the door behind her.

As she gets in the car, puts her seatbelt on, she's surrounded by the scent she's only come to know as Santana. It smells of lilies and Oranges, and it's intoxicating.

Brittany thinks she's going to start really enjoying Sundays.


Thanks for reading!