This had been a busy weekend for Santana. The entirety of Saturday had been spent giggling while doing some shopping. She needed some new clothes - new dresses that would make her feel sexy and hot. She had spent all Sunday at brunch with her family and gossiping with her siblings about her date.

By Monday morning, she had a hard time getting back to work. Her mind still so fuzzy, dizzy with thoughts of Brittany. She kept playing with her pen, scribbling nonsense on paper that looked like clouds and little angels. Santana became flushed and embarrassed when she realized what she was doing. She was in her mid-twenties - too old to be doodling like a lovesick school girl. It wasn't her usual self at all.

Her phone buzzed. After two days without any news, Brittany was finally texting her.

To Santana:
Got up early, too much inspiration to purge. Thinking of you...

Santana giggled even more, her feet drumming on the floor in excitement.

To Brittany:

Don't forget to eat! I'd feel awful if you didn't eat because of me ;)

To Santana:

Eat? What is this word? :p Art first!

Santana's supervisor hurriedly pushed her door open.

"Lopez, next meeting's cancelled. You're free to go for lunch and for God's sake, take your time! You've been killing yourself at work lately," he said with a fond exasperated smile.

"Noted, thanks!" As soon as he closed the door, she ripped the doodled sheet out of her notepad. Nobody should know that Santana/Shark/Lopez had a tender heart too. What if her boss had seen it? She had to get herself together, and soon! Good thing she was on break. She could use some fresh air to get her thoughts together. She could probably find some coworkers to go lunch with. She grabbed her stuff and headed out, still texting.

To Brittany:
Oh nothing, just this random thing that humans -unlike you- need to live. Btw, on my way for lunch. Talk to you later?"

To Santana:

Of course. Can't wait 3

Santana grinned. She wanted to twirl. She loved this feeling, like she could fall in love. But when she looked up, she was surrounded by men and women in black or grey suits, her coworkers, who were all so serious and it stopped her straight. She cleared her throat to contain her happiness and went to Suzie's office, the woman she always had lunch with. However, when she arrived Suzie was already gone. Santana groaned. She couldn't seriously eat alone, that was just sad. Her mind wandered to her blonde as she headed out to grab a hotdog and go for a walk. Too bad she didn't have enough time for lunch with Brittany, that'd be awesome. But wait... She didn't have enough time to really have lunch with her. Things could seriously heat up and who knew what would happen? She'd probably wind up being super late to work. No, she didn't have enough time. But she definitely had time for a little surprise.

In the meantime, Brittany had paint everywhere. Literally everywhere. On her clothes, on the floor, her face, her hair. She liked painting with her fingers; according to her it was very entertaining and strangely freeing , although her clothes didn't share the same sentiment. She had kept her phone nearby - an old device that was ruined by time and paint and sitting happily on her coffee table, it was hard to believe that it still worked. Maybe Santana would text back. She just hoped fiercely as she worked, whistling as she worked. She kept daydreaming hoping time would fly, even if it didn't.

Her phone buzzed. She lazily grabbed the phone as she finished painting a shape. Her eyes went wide.

To Brittany:

Open your door.

Brittany ran, almost throwing her brushes on the ground and spilling her varnish everywhere. She desperately threw herself at the door handle and pulled it open. A pregnant pause. Santana had left some takeout safely packed on her doormat with a little note.

"Not twice!" Brittany grumbled, rushing down the stairs, "She's not gonna do this to me twice!" she hissed as she headed to the building entrance, just in time to see Santana's car leaving. "Damnit!"

Disappointed and feeling melancholic she came back to her apartment, taking her time. She grabbed the package Santana had left for her and pulled off the little note.

Hey...

Here's some fuel for your inspiration :)
I missed you all weekend, your lips, your perfume, your caresses... Thanks to you, I spent all morning doodling at work. Can't seem to get you out of my head either...

Your Santana.

"Your Santana..." She stroked the little paper with her thumb, a wide beaming smile plastered over her face. At least the note made up for Santana's shameless escape. She looked for her phone - the one she had thrown somewhere in the rush.

To Santana:
I would love to have tasted this meal on your lips. Thanks, a lot :) Your Britt.

In her car, Santana was elated. Her little escapes and surprises were working out just the way she'd planned.

At lunchtime the next day, Santana would have loved a little repeat of her surprise delivery, perhaps even to start some sort of tradition for them, a nice distraction until their date Friday. However, fate had other plans and unmercilessly left Santana at the clutches of an insane workday. Grabbing a huge coffee as her only meal of the day, Santana headed towards a conference room for one of the biggest meetings of the week.

People kept chatting, explaining useless things of which Santana didn't think she could have cared less about. She became exasperated and annoyed, wishing she could have be somewhere else - in a particular blonde's arms, for example.

Santana felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She immediately tried to hide her smile and faked seriousness. She glanced around, it seemed nobody had heard the buzz. She discreetly peeked at it.

To Santana:

I waited for my hot delivery girl today but it seems she never got my order... That's just too bad, I always dreamed of making out right on the doorstep...

Santana covered her mouth with her hands, hiding a growing chuckle and somehow managing to keep quiet.

To Brittany:
Delivery girl got stuck in a conference room with boring people. She sure got your order, she just delayed it to tomorrow.

To Santana -one file attached-
Well that's a shame... I had something to give her too.

Santana hesitated to open the picture attached. She glanced around and noticed nobody was aware of her little fun. Worn down by curiosity, she decided to give it a shot. She gawked as a picture of Brittany loaded, well, technically, a picture of some parts of Brittany that didn't show much, but were definitely close enough.

"Santana, is there something you'd like to share?" Her boss asked lazily, intrigued by his employee's unusual behavior. Santana was usually so docile and stoic during their meetings and her apparent giddiness had not escaped him.

She fidgeted in her chair and gave a little laugh, "I was laughing at Graham's monthly results, I think it's hilarious how bad this man is at his work," she explained hurriedly.

Her boss seemed satisfied, her natural temper revealing itself once again. He laughed too, "I think we all agree on that! Then it's settled, he's fired."

Santana breathed out in relief. That had been close. She put her phone back in her pocket. She would have to reply later. Who knew where this conversation could lead. Her phone buzzed again. Santana held her chuckles and decided not to look. It was way too risky. It buzzed again, insistent to be seen.

To Santana:
Did you wear a sexy, button-down shirt and skirt today? I hope you did, 'cause in my mind, I'm currently unbuttoning all of it right on your desk.

To Santana:

Now, I'm loving the way you pull my hair while I'm right between your thighs...

Her phone buzzed again right in her hand.

To Santana:
But you're afraid somebody will see us. Are you feeling the rush of adrenaline, babe?

To Santana:
Don't worry it's almost over, your legs are already quivering around my neck...

To Santana:
You don't know how to quiet your moans, so you grab my hand and suck on my fingers. You just need me, any part of me, against your lips.

Santana kept seeing the texts coming in, trying to remain stoic. She was boiling inside.

To Santana:
You can feel the heat, when I hold you closer, again and again.

Santana raised her hand, requesting her supervisor's attention.

"Yes Santana?"

"I think we've been through everything that's relevant to me. Would you mind if I just skipped the rest of this meeting? I have a meeting with the CEO Thursday that I'd really like to be working on right now."

"That's fine, you can go. Thanks."

No need to tell her twice, she was already on her way out.

To Santana:
By the way, you taste awesome.

She rushed to her office, locked the door and hurriedly sat almost letting herself fall on her armchair. She unbuttoned her blouse a little. She felt warm, way too warm to stand the tight blouse on her skin. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She peeked by the window, dreamy.

A huge smirk suddenly shone on her face. She hiked up her skirt enough to offer a full view of her legs and her pumps. She crossed her legs in a sexy position and took a picture which she sent to Brittany.

To Brittany:
Too bad you'll have to wait to touch this. See you tomorrow, if you can catch me...

She turned her phone off with a chuckle. She wondered where she could find what she needed most at this particular moment, a huge glass of ice. She didn't care about water in the glass, she just needed the ice cubes to rub her neck with and cool herself down. Then, maybe, she'd be able to focus on work again.

Early the next morning, Brittany was just getting out of the shower. She wrapped herself in a towel and dried her hair, mind elsewhere. Brittany was determined to catch Santana, even if the brunette had only ten minutes for her. But it would be ten minutes of paradise. Once she finished getting ready, Brittany decided to distract herself with work while she waited for her favorite Cinderella to arrive. She kept her mind on her schedule as she brushed her hair and put the dryer back into its cabinet. She happily padded to her bed where her clothes were waiting and, as she dried her arms, she caught sight of her phone flashing on and off. She had one message waiting.

To Brittany:
When you wake up, open your door.

She quickly wrapped herself in her towel again and headed out. Just like the previous day, there was a meal waiting for her, but no Santana. Almost naked, it was too risky to set off in pursuit of the runaway woman in the stairwell or worse, the street. She wanted to call Santana, to negotiate for her to come back as soon as possible. Brittany realized there was no point, she'd still have to leave for work.

She grabbed the two little bags on her doormat and opened them. Today, Santana had prepared what seemed like a delicious salad in one bag and muffins in the other. Something caught her eye. She put the bags down on a table and looked for what was hidden behind the muffins.

"Oh no she didn't..." Brittany gasped out, taking a pair of Santana's panties out of the bag, wrapped in a little piece of paper. "God..." A little note fluttered to the ground.

Hey,

The delivery girl was a bit early on her schedule this morning - couldn't risk waking you up, that'd have been a shame... I heard she'll have to skip lunch time today to catch up with work because it appears she's been quite useless yesterday due to some texts.

But at least she left you a little companion for the day. Maybe she's wearing the matching top? Or maybe she's not wearing anything at all? Questions, questions...

xoxo

Your Santana.

Santana had been waiting for an answer all day, but nothing ever came. She was tempted to try again to tease her, like sending another text asking if she indeed liked black lace or not. But she figured a day without too much teasing would be fresh too, so things could resume later with even more fire. Anyway, she was sure Brittany had loved her little lunch bag very much.

The following morning, Santana was in a rush. She was barely on time for the day's usual surprise. She decided she'd have something cold to eat and fast to get, so it wouldn't make her late. Passing by Brittany's building, she saw someone had parked where she usually did so she parked by the far side, locking her car and smiling up at the sky. She peacefully made her way inside. By now she had the entrance code of the building, which some random guy had easily given her few days before. She was certain Brittany would still be asleep, considering the very early hour. She could have whistled as she climbed the stairs, she was feeling so happy. It was her last little surprise before their big night, one that would turn everything into a living dream for good, maybe forever.

Santana was a bit breathless when she reached Brittany's floor, having climbed the three flights of stairs. She had done these stairs four times now, and was beginning to understand very clearly why Brittany had such perfect legs. Thinking about things she'd do to those perfect legs, Santana weakly pushed the floor door.

Brittany had left her door open. Dangerously and threateningly open. Now it was clear she was waiting for her. Even without seeing her, even by just catching sight of the emptiness in the middle of the door frame, Santana guessed that Brittany had the firm intention of berating her. She rushed to close the door of the stairwell once more and hid behind it. She let out a whimper out of terrifying surprise.

"Fuck..."

In the meantime, Brittany was watching by the window for when her very expected, future-girlfriend would arrive. She carefully scanned the cars slowing in front of her building, unaware Santana had already parked in another spot, and repeatedly checked her phone just in case. Brittany couldn't stop maliciously smirking, pleased with her own plan, every second passing by making her adrenaline rise.

Santana took a second to think about her options. For one, she could simply go and give her a peck, but wouldn't risk entering the apartment or she'd definitely end up more than late. Second, she could leave without delivering the donuts, lame but safe. Third, she could risk it all, attempt to soundlessly deliver it and escape.

Santana looked down at her shoes: given that she had been running late that morning, she'd chosen a pair she could walk quickly with. She could try to run, but that would make a lot of noise. She quietly took them off and opened the door. She crept like a cat, going along the wall without making a sound. As Brittany's door came closer, she decided not to go any further as it was too risky. She focused hard, held her breath and just slid the bag of donuts in front of the door. It stopped right in front, barely making a sound.

"Yes!" She congratulated almost whispering, hearable only to herself.

She tiptoed out barefoot, quickly got to the stairwell, put her shoes back on and hurried down the stairs trying to remain as quiet as possible despite her rush.

Brittany, who had been focused on the cars below, heard the footsteps in the stairwell. She looked through the open doorway and immediately saw the small bag in front of her door.

She ran.

"Santana!" Brittany yelled as she reached the stairwell, "Please!"

She hurried down the steps, two by two. She heard the brunette giggling, about one floor ahead of Brittany. She rushed desperately, almost crushing herself against the walls as she took each turn.

Santana couldn't contain her laughter. She ran as fast as she could through the hilarity. She just needed to reach the entrance and then she would easily hide amongst the street life. She had only one floor to get through and the race would be won.

"For Christ's sake, Santana!" Brittany kept pleading, yelling as she tore through the corridor.

Santana didn't listen, she kept running again and again, hoping this would be her master-stroke. She finally reached the building's entrance, the door only a few feet away. Suddenly, she felt Brittany grab her hand, forcefully twirling her out of the momentum. Her black hair flew in a graceful arc as two strong arms clenched her by the waist.

"You're not going anywhere!" Brittany said fiercely before crashing their lips together. Santana happily complied, it was just too good to feel her again. With all the urge they had, they kissed, their lips dancing - craving each other. "Come up with me..." Brittany assaulted her neck with kisses.

"I can't..." Santana sighed heavily, running her hand through Brittany's hair, eyes closed in pleasure.

"Call in sick..." Brittany let out through her worship of Santana's skin.

She pulled away to see better and found indecision on Santana's features. Her heart was obviously crushing as she debated how she could find some excuse to actually come up with her. Desperately, she crashed their mouths together again, hoping it would convince the brunette to come over to the dark side with her. Her tongue stroked the runaways lips and they parted right away. She held her by the hair, her hand playing with the black mass, pulling her forever closer so she wouldn't escape, ever again. She felt Santana slackening in their hold as they kept kissing deeply. Santana clung only by their lips, as if Brittany was breathing life into her heart, which, up until now, had been so sad and empty for so long. Santana could feel a resurgence of sweet feelings running through her veins, love making its way down her spine. Brittany slightly lifted Santana's blouse out of her skirt so she could stroke right under the soft skin of her back. Santana pulled her lips away, in what seemed like a very painful move.

"I have a meeting about me probably getting the head of my department... I really... fucking... can't..." She was shattered. She was grievously running out of time. Brittany stroked her higher, almost reaching her bra. "I can't be late!"

"Pretend a car crashed on the road, anything..." Brittany tried, already pushing Santana closer to the stairs.

"Brittany, Brittany... Hold on..." Santana pulled away, catching the blonde's face so she could have a chance to actually talk. "We just have to wait until tomorrow," She gave her a reassuring peck, "I promise I won't run away tomorrow." She softly said, a tender expression written all over her face.

Brittany stared at her, wondering how she could arrange their rendezvous any earlier than that. But no, Santana would be at work all day, obviously busy with too many important things to be disturbed. And of course, then Brittany would be stuck at the theatre and then the club. She wouldn't get home until really late, probably just a few hours before Santana would actually wake up for her workday. They were well and truly stuck until the next day.

"I just wished I could have you for me all day, that's all..." Brittany capitulated, shrugging sadly.

"Tomorrow, and all weekend if you want to, I'm all yours." She gave her a last, long, deep kiss, a sincere promise of marvelous times to come. Brittany released her hold and helped smooth Santana's blouse out. "I gotta go..." Brittany hugged her, more tender than ever.

"Go get that promotion..." She said smiling somewhat defeatedly.

Santana looked at her one last time, "No sooner said than done," she said as a goodbye, grinning as she headed out.

Brittany watched her go, skipping through the street and then disappearing. She stayed there for a while, dumbfounded and deep in thought. This girl really got to her, feelings were sprawling in her heart further each time she saw her. She was now certain that they'd have a wonderful story together.

A man cleared his voice, Brittany turned around. Tom, her floor mate and also friend, was standing there eating her donuts.

"Hey..."

"Nice show," he said in a naughty voice, waggling his eyebrows.

"You were creeping there all along?"

"Nope, I came in when you started to undress her in the middle of the hall," he said with a wink and a chuckle.

"You need to get yourself a life, Tom..." She shrugged, laughing as she went back up the stairs to her apartment. "Are you... Are you fucking eating the stuff she brought me?" She was astonished as she approached him.

"Don't leave it on your doormat then if you don't want people to help themselves..."

She snatched the bag full of donuts, "Moron!" she stuck her tongue out playfully.

"Hey Britt, guess what's happening tomorrow!" He shouted, gesturing with rude lew gestured to foreshadow Brittany having rough sex with her lady. Brittany laughed and headed up the stairs, rolling her eyes.