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Brittany smirked to herself as she slipped into the skimpiest bikini she owned. It barely covered anything and she knew that this would certainly grab Santana's attention.

The past week had been super awkward for the both of them. It was awkward having Santana at Brittany's house. Brittany tried to talk to her and she had invited her to hang out numerous times, but she kept getting rejected. At least she wasn't being cold-shouldered like she was when she first met her. Maybe it was because she was 'working' for Brittany or maybe she was giving her a chance. Brittany hoped for the later.

Brittany grabbed her tanning lotion and walked downstairs. Fina shook her head when she passed her in the hallway. "Miss Brittany, you should put some clothes on."

"It's hot out." Brittany shrugged and continued through the house. Santana was nowhere in sight and Brittany gave a loud sigh.

When she got outside she pulled her hair into a messy bun and started rubbing her lotion on her legs. She glanced over to the huge glass window that showed her entire living room, and saw Santana standing there with a bottle of Windex and rag. She quickly dropped eye contact and walked into the next room. Brittany smiled to herself, knowing that the Latina had seen her.

It wasn't long before Brittany was finished with what she could reach and needed the lotion to be applied to her back. As soon as Santana reappeared to finish the windows in the living room, Brittany gave her a wave that told her to come see her. Santana nodded shyly and set down her cleaning supplies.

Brittany could practically feel the restraint Santana was forcing when she stepped outside. She just stood with her hand on her hip and waited for Santana to approach her.

"What can I do for you?" Santana's eyes were trying to focus on anything besides Brittany's body.

"Can you get my back?" She held out the lotion and Santana slowly took it and cleared her throat.

Brittany turned around and soon felt the warm liquid run down her back. She gave a light moan as Santana's hand came in contact with her skin. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. When she was finished Santana's hand lingered where she had applied the lotion and Brittany could feel her struggle to pull it away. She turned around to face Santana. "Thank you Santana."

"No problem" Santana nodded and tried to hide her red cheeks.

"So listen, it's underage night at the club again. Do you wanna go?" Brittany didn't find rejection nerve racking normally, but this question felt like a piano hanging over her head.

"Umm…I don't know. My dad's birthday's coming up and I still haven't gotten him anything. A friend of mine is picking me up so we can go shopping." The brunette rubbed the back of her neck.

"Why don't you let me take you? We can go right now and we'll be back in time to go to the club." Brittany's heart jumped at the thought of spending some real one-on-one time with the Latina.

"I don't think that's a good idea. And besides I can't afford anything at the stores around here." Brittany knew Santana would keep searching for excuses. But she was determined to spend time with her.

"There this thing called a mall Santana. They have anything and everything there. Come on, just say yes." Brittany gave her a little push on the shoulder and Santana gave her a nervous smile.

"Okay" The one word respond was enough to make Brittany jump for joy. She stepped forward and was about to pull Santana into a hug until the Latina took a step backwards. She held up her hand and turned her head.

"You should change. I'll wait in the kitchen" and with that she turned and walked back to the house.

Brittany loudly whispered a "yes" to herself and then followed Santana into the house. Her plan had worked.

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Santana was sure Brittany was trying to torture her. She had tried to ignore her when she saw her outside in that bikini. That bikini. It showed just about everything and it took all she had not go out there and just rip it off. But now she had agreed to let Brittany take her shopping. Mistake. Santana was finding it nearly impossible to contain her feelings with the smell of Brittany filling up the car and the sight of the girl's long, toned legs no farther than two feet away.

Her leering was interrupted when she distantly heard her name. She cleared her throat, which was parched, and shook her head.

"You have a habit of staring." Brittany's voice was laced with humor and she chuckled to herself. "But it's okay. My mom always says someone you like can look but can't touch." Santana coughed and felt the heat rushing to her cheeks. That statement coming from anyone else would have sounded stupid, but coming from this beautiful blonde it was adorable. "Tell me something about you" Brittany tapped her hands on her steering wheel.

"Like what?" Santana's head wasn't clear enough to think of something on her own.

"Well just something about you. Like what's your favorite color? Are you single? Who's your best friend? What kind of flowers do you like? What kind of mus-"

Santana was quick to cut her off "This isn't twenty questions blondie. And none of that stuff is any of your business." She knew from Brittany's dropped expression that she had done the one thing that she didn't want to ever do. She had disappointed her. Brittany was trying to get to know her and she had to go and ruin it.

"I want it to be my business Santana. I find you interesting and since we see each other like every day I thought it would be nice to know a little something about you. But if you're really that uncomfortable with sharing then we can just leave it. I'm sorry." She could see the frustration building in Brittany's posture. "You know what, I'm not sorry. I'm trying my best here. You're just being stubborn. It was sexy at first but now it's just cowardly." Santana was taken aback by exactly how forward the blonde was being. "Maybe this was a bad idea." Brittany slowly pulled the car into a lot and parked it.

Santana was still on a kind of shock stage but she knew this was the part when she should apologize.

"Look bar-….Brittany. I just…I don't know you. I think your great and honestly I really like you. But you don't fit in my world and I don't fit in yours. This" she motioned her finger between the two of them "shouldn't be happening as it is. Thanks for the offer today, but I think I'll just walk from here" She offered a brief smile to the blonde and then moved to get out of the car. An arm caught her and brought her back.

"Santana. I don't understand why you and I can't at least be friends?" Brittany's pale blue eyes were filled with so much hope that Santana lost the answer for a second.

"Just trust me. You don't want to be my friend. I'm not good for you." Santana was running out of innocent answers. She didn't know if she should tell Brittany the real reason she's bad for her.

"I know you can't be all that bad Santana." Santana shook her head. This girl was persistent.

"I am all that bad. I do a lot of illegal shit. I run drugs for a known gang banger and his brother. Sometimes I actually do drugs with them just I can keep the job. Where I live, that's the only way to make decent money. I have to carry a gun when I walk down the street." Santana stopped and gave the blonde time to soak in the information. She kind of expected her to tell her to get out of the car but all she did was reach over and take her hand.

"That's your life Santana. Not you. It's what you do, but it's not you. Yeah it's stupid and dangerous but I think you're better than that. You don't seem like those kinds of people." Brittany offered a smile and Santana felt her heart melt. Nobody had ever said anything like that to her. She always assumed she was just bad because of what she did but maybe she was wrong. No. No. Everything she did was bad and if she did it, something in her wasn't good.

She ripped her hand out of Brittany's and opened the car door. "I'll see you Monday". She shut the door and walked around the back side so that she couldn't look at the girl who made her feel like she was actually worth something.

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Once she was finally back home, Santana took a shower and texted Sid. She asked if he had any cars she could borrow. He texted back that she could make a run in one of his car and then bring it back when she was finished. Once she was at Sid's shed she pulled out her phone and called Mercedes. She told her she would pick her up in ten minutes.

When Sid finally gave her the keys and her load, she got in the 'recently purchased' car and drove to Mercedes' house. She was waiting on her steps and gave Santana the finger as soon as she pulled up. Santana laughed and Mercedes got in.

"Where the hell were you?" Santana smiled.

"Just be lucky I asked you to come wheezy. And for your information Sid took forever deciding what stolen piece of shit he was going to give me." Mercedes nodded and then shook her head.

"So where are we headed?" Santana pulled back into traffic and started driving towards their destination.

"Well, we have a load first in lower Brooklyn and then I still have to get my dad something." Mercedes gave an 'oh' and looked in the back seat at the load.

"How much?" Santana told her what Sid had said.

"So how's it going with the new house job? Getting it on with blondie yet?" Mercedes turned in her seat to watch Santana gush over the blonde. She smiled when the Latina's darker skin lite up bright red.

"The work is fine. Pretty boring and I hate cleaning up after people, but the family's really nice. And as for Brittany…nothing's happening." Santana's last words stung.

"Why's that?" Mercedes asked in her 'what the hell' tone.

"I don't fit in her world and she doesn't fit in this one. I mean look what we're doing. She's too good for all this. I would never want to subject her to this." Santana stopped the car at a light and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Someones got it bad" Mercedes chuckled. She had never seen her friend this vulnerable.

"I do not. There's just something about her. She makes me feel…"

Mercedes finished her thought "better." The single word weighed a ton and Santana nodded.

"It's crazy. One minute I'm mad at her for talking to me and the next I feel like the worst person in the world for even breaking eye contact. It's like she's in my head." Mercedes patted her friends arm.

"Honey, if I know one thing it's that no one had ever made Santana Lopez go soft. You should give her a chance. Let her give you a chance. At least be her friend." Santana swallowed hard and nodded. She pulled into a parking space. They had reached the drop zone.

She might try. She would try to be the best version of herself for Brittany. She deserved that much. And Santana knew she would give her whatever she deserved.

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