A/N Ok so I'm beginning to realize that saying I could do weekly updates may have been a tad on the ambitious side, I'm taking some tough classes this semester and my professors are all about big projects. That being said I'm going to try to aim for updates every two weeks (again I'm sorry if they're late but I swear I'm writing as fast as I can). However to compensate for the longer waits I'm going to try to make the chapters a wee bit longer.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my dog, he's my best buddy (and is currently staring out a window barking at the sky, which is highly entertaining but also very distracting).

All mistakes are mine (so I guess I own those as well).

Chapter 4

Brittany was a little nervous to have Santana see her car. It's not that she didn't love her car but she also was realistic enough to admit that it was kind of a shitty car, though she usually just claimed that it had character. She owned a 1966 Volkswagen Van and to say it was a fixer upper would be an understatement. Her dream was to fix it up, but fixing up a car took money and she didn't have enough lying around to fix it up the way she wanted to.

"Um, yeah so this is my car." Brittany stated self consciously.

"I like it." Santana tried to sound convincing.

Brittany laughed at that, "Santana I know it's a piece of shit right now but eventually I'm going to fix it up and then our group would be like..." Brittany trailed off trying to think of a good simile as she started to drive then towards their destination.

"The Mystery Gang? All we need is a talking dog and we'd be set." Santana joked, surprised by the fact that she was able to joke without stuttering in front of Brittany.

"That wasn't exactly what I was gonna say but now that you mention that I kinda love that idea. We could get a company dog and teach it to sniff out ghosts! I wonder if dogs can do that? That would be awesome." Brittany finished clearly liking the idea the more she thought about it.

"Some how I get the impression that Sugar and dog fur wouldn't mix well." Santana observed.

"True, although I'm sure if it was cute enough she would be able to look past that."

"Probably. Can I ask you a question? I mean you can totally choose not to answer I'm just curious, not in like a judgey way just in like a curious way, which I already said..." Santana started rambling afraid she might offend Brittany while mentally slapping herself for only being able to act normal for 5 minutes.

"Santana you don't have to be afraid to ask me something, I'm a pretty open book." Brittany replied cheerfully.

"Well, how exactly do you own a business? I mean you seem pretty young to have own your own business." Santana asked politely.

"Oh that's an easy one! Well you see my dad has never really been a super focused person, not in a bad way more in like a he loved to try new things kind of way, but anyways he went to college and got a degree but really didn't use it until he married my mom. They wanted to have kids and needed a more stable income, since my mom was an artist, so he finally got a job as an investor. He turned out to be like weirdly good at it and made a few investments of his own and made lots of money. Anyways so then he started doing various different things that he enjoyed, one of which was ghost hunting. He took me with him sometimes when I was younger and I loved it so when he decided that he and my mom just wanted to travel and see the world he gave the company to me since I loved it so much." Brittany smiled to herself thinking back on her fun, though sometimes crazy, childhood with her parents.

"Wow that's so cool, your dad sounds super fun."

"If you think my dad sounds fun, you should meet my mom." Brittany chuckled at the thought of how uncomfortable her over enthusiastic mother would make Santana. Not that she thought that Santana would ever meet her parents, though one could hope she thought wistfully. "So tell me about your family Santana."

"Well they aren't quite as interesting as your family sounds, but my dad's a doctor and my mom's a lawyer. They were always super busy when I was younger but they always made sure to take time off to spend with me. I didn't really get along with them when I was in high school but then again I didn't really get along with anyone. Apparently the whole denying you're gay thing can make one bitchy." Santana finished her brief summary not really giving much thought to what she was saying.

Brittany had to refrain from doing a fist bump when Santana said she was gay. She was beyond happy to know that there may now be a little chance that Santana could like her. she was so lost in thought that she didn't even realize that she hadn't responded to Santana's story.

Santana wasn't sure why Brittany had become so silent. Nothing about my family is really that shocking, I mean they're pretty boring... Santana thought casually before it finally hit her. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Did I just say that I was gay? Oh god what if she's not ok with it? Santana was getting herself progressively more and more worried about it, so she did what she does best, rambled. "Are you ok with that? Me being gay I mean. Cause I know that some people aren't ok with it and that would really suck cause you don't seem like the type but you never know people can surprise you and I really hope this isn't an issue cause like I did the whole being in the closet thing in high school and it was super sucky so I really don't try to hide it anymore cause like why the fuck should I? But also I realize that it may be a problem..." Santana's ramblings finally snapped Brittany out of her day dream.

"Wait what? Whoa slow down Santana, why would that be an issue?" Brittany asked calmly.

"Um, well it just kinda is an issue for some people?" Santana finished lamely, thrown off by how calm Brittany was.

"Well I can assure you that it won't be an issue with me or with Sam and Sugar. No one will treat you any differently at the PPI." Except maybe me cause you're gorgeous and I would love to take out to dinner and then maybe take you home and... Brittany blushed when she realized the directions her thoughts were quickly moving in, and she was sure that thinking inappropriate thoughts about your coworker who you just hired and probably didn't even like you back was all kinds of wrong. "And if it makes you feel any better I'm bisexual. Well maybe pan sexual would describe it better but people tend to not know exactly what that means and explaining is sort of annoying so I usually just say bi cause it's simpler." Brittany finished with a smile.

Santana couldn't help but smile back at Brittany. "Thanks Brittany that means a lot." They fell into a comfortable silence, and then what Brittany said finally hit her. Wait a minute... did she just say that she was bi or, I mean, pan? Either way that means that there may be a chance that she could like me! I just need to play it cool, which I can totally do. "So, uh, your eyes are... nice." Santana wanted to jump out of the car and never set foot within a 100 mile radius of Philadelphia again. Your eyes are nice? Seriously that's all I could come up with? What it the matter with me, I sound like a total creep.

"Why thank you Santana, I think your eyes are pretty nice to." Brittany chuckled at how easily flustered the girl could become. Before Santana could think of a response Brittany announced that they had reached their destination. Santana had been so distracted that she hadn't even realized that they were no longer in the city but on the outskirts of Philadelphia. The house they pulled up in front of looked normal enough. It was a little run down but nothing to bad.

They walked up the porch and rang the doorbell. "Since this is your first time doing an interview with a potential client just follow my lead. A lot of these call ins don't lead to anything but you never know so we take all of them seriously until we have a reason not to." Santana just nodded in reply. The door was finally answered by an old woman in a lime green track suit that looked like it was bedazzled by an over enthusiastic 5 year old.

"Hi we're from Pierce Paranormal Investigations. I believe you called about some potential paranormal activity?" Brittany stated in a friendly but professional tone.

The woman adjusted her glasses as she thought for a moment before realization played across her face, "Oh yes! Thank goodness you're here! I think a ghost is haunting my house and stealing my belongings."

It should have stolen that outfit. Santana thought as she listened to the woman.

"Well if you don't mind we would like to ask you a few questions and then possibly take a look around?" Brittany asked.

"Of course dears come right on in, we can talk in the living room." When Brittany and Santana entered the house they were met with what appeared to be a hoarders paradise. There were newspapers stacked 6 feet in the air all around them along with boxes full of who knows what. Brittany and Santana exchanged a look and then followed the woman into her living room.

"If you could just wait here for a moment I'm going to go grab my husband, so he can help answer the questions."

"Of course." Brittany replied with a smile. As soon as the woman left the room Brittany turned to Santana and whispered, "Ok here's the plan, if her husband is a dead body that she has refused to bury yet or anything other than a living breathing human being we are going to make a run for it."

Santana had to stifle a laugh. "Can't argue with that. Although I'm concerned we wouldn't be able to find our way out of this house. How long do you think it would take for Sugar and Sam to realize we're missing?"

Brittany thought about it for a second before replying, "I don't think they would be our best bet. Unless we tweeted Sugar that we were in trouble then she would get it almost immediately."

"Honestly though how does she even know if something is missing?" Santana questioned.

"I'm sure she has some sort of system." Brittany stated unconvincingly.

"Well she needs a new system then cause her current one sucks." Santana mumbled for only Brittany to hear just as the woman and her husband entered the room. Brittany and Santana both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that he was in fact living and breathing.

"I just realized that I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Agnes and this is my husband Vern."

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Brittany and this is Santana." Brittany introduced them while Santana smiled politely and gave a small wave at her introduction.

"What did they say there names were?" Vern asked loudly.

Brittany was about to reintroduce them when Agnes cut in. "Brittany and Santana." She replied just as loudly.

"What?" Vern asked again.

"BRITTANY AND SANTANA!" Agnes yelled at him. "Vern did you turn on your hearing aid? I don't know how you forget so often, doesn't something seem off when you can't hear anyone?"

Vern switched on his hearing aid and replied, "Maybe I purposely keep it off so I don't have to listen to you nag all the time!"

"Maybe I wouldn't nag all the time if you just did the things I asked and listened to my stories!" Agnes replied just as exasperated.

"Here we go again. Why don't you listen to me Vern? Why don't you take out the trash Vern? Nag nag nag." Vern said in an oddly accurate representation of Agnes voice.

"Vern don't start, we have guests."

"I didn't start it! And who are you two anyways?" Vern asked giving Brittany and Santana a once over.

"Hi I'm Brittany and this is Santana and we're with Pierce Paranormal Investigations." Brittany replied politely, ignoring his grouchy tone.

"Oh jeez, not this again. I told you our house is not haunted, why would you go and call these people? And look they only sent the secretaries." Vern replied angrily.

"I'm actually the owner of the company, and Santana is a valued member of our team." Brittany said hesitantly not wanting to anger the man further but also feeling the need to defend her and Santana.

"A lady boss? What is society coming to?"

"Now Vern don't be rude to these lovely young ladies, I'm sure they are very good at what they do." Agnes said trying to soothe the man.

"Whatever I want nothing to do with this witch hunt." The man said as he stood and left the room.

"Vern we aren't looking for witches we're looking for ghosts who like to steal my treasures." Agnes called after him in a serious voice.

"Oook." Brittany began slowly. "So what makes you think your house is haunted?"

"Well, like I said earlier I've noticed a few of my belongings missing."

"What have you noticed missing?" Santana asks, speaking for the first time since they got there.

"I noticed some of my blankets missing. Three in particular." Agnes replies seriously.

Santana and Brittany exchange a quick look before Brittany asks, "Anything else?" She's really hoping the answer is yes.

"No, that's it."

"Were these valuable blankets? Or did they hold sentimental value?" Santana asks.

"Nope, I just don't like when my belongings are moved around."

Brittany just stares at her for a minute while thinking, Clearly this is just another paranoid person. At least we'll get paid for the consultation. Brittany smiles at her then and asks if she could show them where the blankets were moved from.

Agnes showed them into the basement and then excused herself to go check on some pies she had in the oven when they said they were gonna look around. Brittany pulled two mini flashlights out of her purse and handed one to Santana. "So I think it's pretty clear that this isn't going to lead to anything but we might as well look around since we are already here. Maybe we'll even find these mysterious blankets of hers. I'm gonna look over in this room and you can look over in the other room." Brittany stated while turning on her flashlight before turning and walking into the one room when she got a nod of confirmation from Santana.

Santana wasn't really the biggest fan of basements, or the dark, or splitting up when walking around in a basement that is extremely dark. What was this stupid basement built before electricity was invented? And has Brittany never seen any horror movie ever, you never split up! I hate this stupid house and stupid chauvinistic Vern. She thought bitterly. She was pulled out of her inner rant when she heard a rustling noise coming from the corner by the furnace. Don't go near the creepy sound Santana. Nothing good ever comes from going towards the creepy noise. She stepped towards the noise hesitantly because she didn't want Brittany to think she was a coward and she figured this could be good practice for when they go to actually haunted places. As she neared the furnace she saw that the noise was coming from inside a big empty looking box next to it. She slowly started to lean over the edge of box to see what was inside, when all of a sudden a black blob jumped at Santana while hissing.

"HOLY FUCKING FUCKERS!" Santana screamed as she jumped out of the way to avoid getting hit by the blob.

Brittany came running in followed shortly after by Agnes. "Santana are you ok? What happened? Are you hurt?" Brittany fired off her questioned in rapid succession in a genuinely worried voice.

"Yeah I'm fine I was just caught off guard by whatever the hell that was." Santana said trying to play it off like it was nothing while pointing in the direction of the box that the blob had retreated back to. Brittany and Agnes walked towards the box and looked inside.

"Mrs. Bubblesworth! What are you doing down here?" Agnes exclaimed while pulling out a large black cat.

Brittany looked into the box again and saw that there were two little newborn kittens sleeping peacefully on some blankets. "I've been wondering where you've been the past couple days Mrs. Bubblesworth!"

"Would those blankets the kittens are sleeping on happen to be the ones you are missing?" Brittany asked Agnes.

"Yes they are! Looks like someone was preparing to give birth! This is so exciting, I've always wanted more cats!" Agnes says will looking at the kittens.

A short while later Brittany and Santana are on their way back to the office with a check for their consultation. "Well at least it wasn't a complete loss, we did technically find the blankets and Mrs. Bubblesworth." Brittany said in a cheerful tone, seemingly unaffected by the days events. "Although hopefully the next consultation will actually involve ghosts since I still need to make you a believer."

"Yeah I can't say that's exactly how I saw my first day of work at the PPI going."

"You know I kinda got the impression that you don't like cats very much." Brittany stated more than asked.

"I've always been more of a dog person." Santana replied truthfully.

"Hmmm that's kind of surprising."

"Why?" Santana asked curiously.

"Well I just thought you said you liked pussy." Brittany said with a straight face.

Santana stared at Brittany with her mouth hanging open until Brittany couldn't keep a straight face any longer and started to laugh. Santana couldn't help herself but laugh along with her. They spend the rest of the ride to the office chatting easily. Santana isn't sure how Brittany manages to leave her a stuttering mess one minute and then put her completely at ease the next but she also realizes that she doesn't really care as long as she gets to keep spending time with her. Cause one thing Santana is sure of is that there is something special about Brittany that makes Santana's insides melt whenever she looks at her and maybe she's not quite ready to admit that out loud or even to herself but she sure as hell wants to spend as much time as possible with Brittany basking in this warm feeling.

A/N 2

Ok so that does it for chapter 4! Let me know what you think, your reviews are greatly appreciated!

-Caitlin