Day Twenty-two

12.30 pm

The first weeks had been so stressful and had brought Brittany to the edge so many times that she couldn't remember anymore the meaning of living peacefully. But after a while she had realized that a day with Santana Lopez was following a specific routine that could be divided in three different parts: morning, Santana always fucked with her in any possible way, from insulting and mocking her to making Brittany do things her contract didn't contemplate; then lunch/early afternoon during which Santana was getting upset because Brittany hadn't fallen in her countless provocations and this was leading to a set of even heavier teases and then at the end of the day Brittany usually couldn't take it anymore and lost it or at least spoke up for herself and this seemed every time to fulfill Santana's thirst.

That maybe seemed the hardest job on earth but once Brittany had started to know how Santana was thinking it had got easier and after only one month she had managed to find funny all Santana's attempts to make her crazy. She couldn't deny that most of time dealing with such a spoilt person was frustrating and maddening but she also found it challenging and even entertaining. She had also started to learn all her manias and tastes. The first day she had found out that Santana liked brown sugar in her coffee and as the days went on she had learnt some many other things: she hated the pink color, teddy bears scared her, she loved lizards, only god knew why, she never smiled but every time she won against someone a hint of what seemed to be a wonderful smile appeared on her face, she was not a vegetarian and surprisingly her favorite food was pizza; Brittany was expecting lobster or something fancy like that.

Brittany looked out of the car window, Santana was sat next to her yelling on the phone.

They were coming back from the Guggenheim museum, where they had been for the whole morning to discuss the rental price of the entire building for an upcoming commercial shooting. The traffic on the 5th avenue was crazy since it was lunchtime and the street was completely blocked.

"We're going to be stuck here forever" Santana commented hanging up.

"Yes, it's crazy." Brittany agreed more worried about the fact that's she was going to be stuck with Santana in less than five cubic meters.

"I guess we have some time for a q&a." Santana proposed out of the blue.

"What?"
"Come on nerd, I want to know you." She insisted.

Brittany was shaken by that thing even if she wasn't sure if that Santana was indeed interested in her life or just up to something else.

"There's not much to know" she replied trying to divert the attention from herself.

"Oh nerd do you know that your continuous modesty is really irritating, uh?" she said looking at her. Brittany stared at her back with a serious expression, she started to feel uncomfortable, her face was burning and her heart started beating so hard against her ribcage.

Santana, noticing her being so nervous, giggled softly.

Why is she doing this to me?

Brittany thought realizing how much Santana was able to make her feel weird and inappropriate.

"What do you want to know?" she asked at the end, trying to show that she wasn't afraid of that conversation.

"I don't know nerd, have you ever committed an offence?"

Brittany paused for a second to think if it was appropriate to tell Santana the truth about her past.

Santana put a hand on Brittany's knee. That made Brittany blush even harder, she instantly froze and her heart skipped a beat.

What is she doing?

"Relax nerd, it's not a test and neither a questioning. I'm just bored, I'll probably forget everything in a couple of hours"

Brittany swallowed loudly.

"Have you?" she asked back.

Santana rolled her eyes at her.

"Oh, you have no idea." She said. Brittany could help but hint a smile and think how gorgeous that girl could be sometimes, but she was also surprised about that thought since she usually hated that evil bitch.

"I don't know why but it doesn't surprise me at all." She commented but immediately after saying that Brittany reproached herself.

What the hell are you doing? Joking and giggling with your enemy?

Santana, clearly surprised by that tease, turned her head to look at her and smiled back at Brittany. They stare at each other for just a second, then Brittany couldn't hold her gelid glaze and looked away.

Ok, that was weird.

"And what about your private life?" she asked.

"You know that it's called private life for a reason, don't you?" she replied without thinking.

Ok, that was excessive, please stop. She's your boss.

"Don't tell me that you're afraid of telling me about your boyfriend." She replied quickly and clearly entertained by that conversation.

"What?"

"Yes, you're probably dating a nerdy guy. What are you doing when you're together? Math exercises?" she kept on teasing.

Brittany was in front of a crossroads, what was the best thing to answer? She clearly didn't have any boyfriends because she wasn't into guys at all. She thought whether to tell the truth about it or not. She knew she wasn't ashamed of who she was and so the reasonable thing to do was just to admit it, but on the other hand she wasn't sure of the way Santana could have taken the news.

Oh, fuck. It's just who I'm.

"Well, no boys." She tried to cut it, but Santana hadn't had enough.

"Oh nerd, why? If I were a boy with thick glassed I would find your long blond hair fascinating." She teased.

Wait, was that a hidden compliment?

"Uh..ehm..well." Brittany sputtered.

"It's just…I'm not really into boys." She said at 12:45:23 am.

The ten seconds of silence that followed after that sentences were the most difficult of Brittany's entire month, or at least that was what she was thinking.

At 12.45.33 Santana finally spoke again. "Oh I wasn't expecting that."

Brittany was surprised to be so happy to hear her voice again.

"I'm not ashamed of who I'm, if you have any problems with that…"

Santana touched her again. On the shoulder.

"Relax, I'm totally fine with that." and that was the end on their q&a.

Santana turned her head to look outside but most of all because she didn't want Brittany to notice her smiling.

What a refreshing change of pace. She thought.

04:00 pm

The afternoon had been quiet and calm so far, Brittany had spent the last two hours studying and analyzing all the possible investors and their offers. She felt she was close to something important, as a matter of fact she was following the lead of an Asian rising market that seemed to be very promising. She wasn't sure about it yet, so she had decided to keep that idea to herself for the moment. Santana hadn't called, texted or emailed her since their conversation in the car. She was afraid of having shocked Santana with her revelation. A shiver run down to her spine as she thought again about that conversation.

Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by Santana getting out of her office, she seemed about to leave without saying anything but then she changed her mind. She passed Brittany's desk, not even looking at her, and after five steps she suddenly froze, she turned back and got closer to Brittany.

"Nerd, you're done with your work today."

"What? Actually I was still reading this.." she sputtered then she shuddered as Santana interrupted her again.

"Oh come on. I'll show you something new." She said.

Brittany knew that she had no choice, she silently nodded while standing up. Santana turned and started walking towards the elevator, she had no other choice but to follow her.

Once in the car Brittany was so curios to know where Santana was taking her.

"Where are we going?" she said. She realized that her tone was a little too much enthusiastic.

Santana, noticing it, smiled as a sign of mockery.

"Have you ever been to a photo shoot?" she looked at a blushing Brittany. "No, of course not."

"What kind of photo shoot?" Brittany asked.

"We're launching the new lingerie line." She paused.

Brittany swallowed. Oh god.

"I'm the model." Santana added.

Brittany could feel her glance on her, a hot flush rose up from her stomach, she couldn't look back at Santana. Brittany tried to answer something but after the first attempt she opted for silence, she was afraid of coming up with some weird noise.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. And fuck

The car brought them to the photo shoot location, it was a big white room in the 15th floor of a building on the 13th avenue.

Brittany was lead in what would have been the set location, while Santana went backstage to get ready.

The set was amazing, she had never seen something like that, all those lights, those cameras and those people getting ready for the job. She found a safe spot in a corner, she could perfectly see everything from there. A big old fashioned couch was in the center of the location, behind it there were other ancient pieces of furniture: a mahogany desk with gold decorations, a black wrought iron lamp and other fancy stuff that helped to create an ancient, sensual and sophisticated atmosphere.

"Wow. Whoever thought that I would have met a Yale student in such a twisted occasion."

Brittany smiled as she recognized Kurt's voice.

"Oh hey!"

"Santana brought you here!" he stated.

"Yes. It wasn't planned actually." She explained.

"I'm so glad you're here!"

Brittany smiled, Kurt was so nice and the two of them were actually becoming closer and closer as the weeks went on. He was the sweetest guy ever, she was comfortable with him, she wasn't afraid of saying what was on her mind, of telling him her problems with Santana.

"Me too. I'm feeling better now that I know that you're here."

Brittany thought that it would have been a great experience, it was the first time for her, she had never been in a situation like that. She was worried about not being fancy or superficial enough to be in that place but now that Kurt was with her everything would have been great.

But it took her thirty seconds to change her mind.

She was listening to Kurt telling her about the new line and about the fact that he helped to create it, but then something weird happened in her mind. All the lights of the room went off and only a light beam was pointing at the changing room door. She couldn't hear any noise, neither Kurt's voice, she knew he was still speaking but for a second it was like she was standing in an empty dark room. But she wasn't alone, Santana was standing there too, exactly where the light beam was pointing at. She was wearing a white silk robe. She walked towards the photo set, Brittany's eyes were stuck at that image, she couldn't look away even though she tried. Santana got next to the couch, she turned herself and she stopped exactly in front of her. Brittany was absolutely sure that the room was empty in that moment. Santana winked at her, or at least Brittany swore she did and she let her robe slip down. In that moment Brittany's heart skipped a beat, she felt a hot flush coming up to her face and she was pretty sure she wasn't able to breathe anymore.

Santana was absolutely stunning wearing black lace boyshorts and a combined black bra. Her olive skin seemed to be so soft and her body was tonic and gorgeous. Brittany found herself wondering what she would have tasted like.

Fuck. Oh my god.

Then slowly she heard a far voice calling her.

"Britt, Britt ?"

"What?"

"Have you heard a word of what I've just said?" Kurt asked

She was about to stutter something but Santana had reached them.

"Hey Kurt, I need you to go and prepare my other outfit" she said.

Kurt nodded. "Absolutely"

Brittany turned herself and followed him approaching the changing room, then she turned again to find a half naked Santana Lopez standing less than a meter away from her. She was about to pass out.

"Santana are you ready?" the photographer luckily shouted.

Santana didn't look at him, she was still staring at Brittany.

"Absolutely." She said giggling, Brittany felt another shiver.

Santana passed next to her and whispered.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" she teased and she got on the couch.

No, I'm not.

And then it began. Santana got on the couch and started posing, Brittany was absolutely hypnotized by her, her stomach suddenly fluttered as Santana stared directly at her.

Oh, god.

Brittany wanted to look away but she simply couldn't. She heard the photographer saying. "Oh perfect, like that."

Yes, like that.

Santana was still looking at her, sometimes smiling, winking and giving her that sensual glance that was making her tremble. Then she sat, straitening her back and taking her hand up to her hairs.

She is still looking at me.

Brittany could feel again that flush, but this time it wasn't coming from her stomach, it was lower and more intense.

Oh god. What the hell is going on?

Her heart was beating so fast as it wanted to escape from her ribcage, she was silently panting.

Santana smiled and bit her lower lip.

That's not fair.

Their eye contact was almost constant, every time Santana looked away was to look directly into the camera but then after few seconds her glance was again on Brittany.

She looked again at her and clearly smiled at her. Then Brittany noticed her left hand moving and softly caressing her body, starting from her collarbone, her breast and then lower and lower until her legs.

God, I wish I could be that hand.

"Uh" a softly sigh escaped Brittany's lips. She couldn't take that anymore, that was just too much. The burning sensation between her legs was almost unbearable. She was standing still but inside of her all the cells of her body were shaking.

"Santana perfect. I think we have great shoots."

Those words ended everything, luckily Santana was distracted by the photographer's voice and Brittany had finally the time to gain again the control of her body. She managed to turn herself afraid of meeting Santana's glance once again.

Brittany froze immediately as she felt her perfume behind her, she was almost burning inside. Brittany sighed but didn't turn.

"Hope you liked it, nerd." She said softly before walking away.

Brittany trembled again.

Whoever thought that sexual harassment could be that fun?