New York
"I thought we were going to dinner?" Santana asked as the cab stopped in front of Rachel and Kurt's building, the plan was dinner and a hotel for the night then move into the apartment in the morning. "What are we doing here?"
"I want to show you something." Getting out of the cab Brittany offered her hand to Santana helping her out, confused Santana followed Brittany to the front of the building, digging out keys Brittany unlocked the door.
"How do you have keys to get in?" Santana pointed to the door as Brittany pulled her inside and locked the door, hitting the lights Brittany inspected their surroundings.
"So you know that job I was talking about?" Brittany chewed her lower lip. "It's here, or it least it will be when the renovation is complete." Santana glanced around, it had been offices but the entire floor was gutted if it wasn't a supporting wall it was gone. "It's going to be the newest B Fierce, I can teach at any of them, so I'll be teaching here while I go to school, you can too if you don't want to stay at the dinner."
"A B Fierce? Here?" Santana asked, Brittany nodded. "But how do you have a key?"
"It's my key."
"Your key?" Santana squinched her eyebrows.
"Um, can you sit?" Brittany gestured to one of two chairs, nodding Santana let Brittany walk her to the chair, taking Santana's hands Brittany sighed. "I need you to not freak out."
"Why would I freak out B?"
"Just promise me." Brittany held up her pinky waiting for Santana to link hers before she started speaking again. Exhaling Brittany explained "I am B Fierce." Santana tilted her head "When I was three I loved dancing, I loved it so much my parents turned the basement into a dance studio for me, my grandparents thought I should be formally taught so they opened a dance studio and called it B Fierce after me. The B is for Brittany and Fierce is a mash-up of my grandparents last names Fallon and Peirce." Santana sat quietly listening as Brittany continued "Well I asked them why the other kids couldn't dance at mine and they said it was too far to drive for people that didn't have money like us. They opened up one in Lima Heights Adjacent because I said it wasn't fair and everybody needed to dance." Brittany sighed "They gave me B Fierce when I turned 16, my uncle actually takes care of it for me."
Santana cleared her throat whispering "B Fierce is nation wide."
"Once the two in Lima were succesful we branched out, I didn't like that some kids didn't have a place to dance while other kids did." Brittany explained. "So you see, I can take care of you without my parents or my trust fund."
"Whoa!" Eyes wide Santana held up her free hand "Trust fund?"
"Oh..." Brittany bit her lower lip looking at the floor, she hadn't meant to say that "Fallon and I have trust funds, we get them when we turn 25." Brittany sighed "You're mad aren't you?"
"N...no, just...confused." Santana admitted. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"It didn't seem important, it's never mattered to you that my family had money, you always made sure I didn't spend it on silly stuff." Brittany shrugged still looking at the floor. "I didn't mean to lie to you..."
"I'm not mad sweetie." reaching out she lifted Brittany's chin so the blonde would look at her. "But...can you tell me the truth, all of it?"
"M'Kay." Brittany mumbled. "What do you want to know?"
"How much?"
"With B Fierce and it's merchandise, different properties and my trust fund it's like 9 million." Brittany sheepishly admitted. "5 million is my trust fund."
"O...oh okay." Santana blinked "So..."
"So now what?" Brittany asked. "I own the building so we don't have to pay rent..."
"Y...you o...own the building?" Santana stuttered.
"Um...I own all the properties and buildings that my dance studios are in." Brittany explained.
"Any other surprises? Married, secretly straight?" Santana asked without thinking.
"No," Brittany shook her head "just money. Are you sure you're not mad? You look mad."
"Not mad." Santana promised "Wait! Fallon?"
"Yea." Brittany nodded. "Why?"
"As in Geoffry G. Fallon?" Santana whispered as if afraid to be over heard.
Brittany nodded smiling "He's my grandfather."
"And the Pierce in all this is..."
"My other grandfather."
"No..I...I get that, what's his name Sweetie?"
"Oh Man-Young Pierce, Daddy's real name is Man-Son Pierce but everyone calls him Pierce." Brittany babbled, Santana's face fell as she jumped to her feet. "What? What's wrong?"
"They're billionares Britt." Santana stated, her hands free of Brittany's she nervously played withthe hem of her shirt. "Both of them."
"Oh, um yea." Brittany stood up following Santana as she paced. "San?"
"Does anybody else know?" Santana asked.
"No. It never came up." Brittany shook her head, concerned she asked. "Are you okay?"
"They're going tothink this is about the money, I don't want them to think it's about the money Britt, I'm not with you for that." Santana blurted.
"Baby I know that." Brittany insisted taking Santana's hands in hers. "You want my body not my money," Santana's jaw dropped when Brittany added with a shrug and a smirk as she pulled her close wrapping her arms around her "but I mean really who wouldn't, I'm a hot genius." Santana couldn't help but give a light chuckle at Brittany's bluntness.
"A very hot genius." Santana agreed snuggling closer tothe blonde.
"I'll give it all up to be with you San."
"No!" Santana yelped pulling away, clearing her throat Santana quietly said "I mean, no. Just...I don't know what to do Brittany."
"You don't have to do anything, you've taken care of me since the day we met, now it's my turn, let me take care of you." Brittany pouted.
"It's not about that." Santana shook her head. "I don't want to depend on your money to take care of me, I can take care of myself."
"Well, the apartment's rent free but maybe we could split utilities and groceries, would that be okay?" Brittany suggested.
"That sounds okay." Santana nodded.
"Do you want to go see it? Get some ideas what to do with it?" Brittany asked.
"Okay." Santana nodded again.
Taking Santana to the elevator Brittany chewed her lip watching her for some kind of reaction, the brunette wasn't smiling but she wasn't frowning either. Brittany lead her to the loft unlocking the door she gestured Santana in first.
Santana's jaw dropped at the openess of it all, "It's gorgeous."
"I had the floors redone, and they fixed the walls is there anything you want? We'll do anything you want." Brittany promised wrapping around Santana, "What ever you want I'll call and they'll take care of it while we stay at the hotel." resting her chin on Santana's shoulder Brittany waited.
"It's perfect the way it is." Santana shook her head, Brittany smiled.
"We can look at furniture tomorrow."
"Nothing expensive." Santana cut in.
"Okay." Brittany sighed.
"Just because you have it doesn't mean you spend it." Santana reminded.
"Okay." Brittany pouted.
"I mean it." Santana frowned.
"Fine." Brittany muttered.
"Are you throwing a fit?" Santana glanced over her shoulder trying to get a look at the blonde.
"No." Brittany lied pouting again.
Santana couldn't help but laugh as she moved out of Brittany's arms "You are, you're mad because I won't let you spend money."
"Am not." Brittany crossed her arms refusing to look at Santana.
Fighting a smile Santana shook her head "I just want you Britt, not stuff."
"But we need stuff." Brittany gestured around the room.
"And we will get stuff, but a couch is a couch whether it's $100 or $1000 all it's good for is sitting...mind out of the gutter Ms. Pierce." Santana pointed at the smirking blonde, as they themselves had done more than simply sit on a couch. "All I'm saying is they have quality furniture for lower prices."
Both girls looked behind them to the open as they heard "I'm telling you Kurt, I heard someone down here, we need to introduce ourselves to our new neighbors, they could be struggling artists like ourselves. Oh, see the door is open. Let's introduce ourselves."
Brittany hurried over to Santana wrapping her arms around the small brunette before she could run and hide in the bathroom. "Damn you." Santana muttered. Plastering a smile on her face Santana burst out laughing at the stunned look on Rachel's face when the little diva knocked and stepped through the door. "Hi neighbor."
"Really?" Kurt squealed.
"It came with the job." Brittany smiled. "I will be assistant manager and teaching at the newest and first B Fierce in New York, it's opening up next month down stairs."
"W...wow." Rachel murmured "Assistant manager?"
"They'll be training me." Brittany grinned at Rachel's surprise. "Something about how I've been teaching a dance class since I was 13 impressed them, or maybe it was the MIT thing." Brittany shrugged "Either way here I am."
Santana snickered, Kurt ignored it all asking "So what are we doing with it?"
"We?" Santana arched her eyebrow getting a gentle squeeze from Brittany who was still wrapped around her.
"We haven't decided yet." Brittany explained. "We're going to talk about it dinner and tonight back at the hotel."
Santana cuddled up against Brittany, it had been a lot to take in, she knew the Pierce's had money just not how much. "Brittany?"
"Mmm?" Brittany leaned her cheek against the top of Santana's head.
"You own it don't you, the apartments that Finn moved into, you said your Uncle runs things for you, you said that man was your Uncle." Santana spoke softly not wanting to upset Brittany with her question.
"We don't have to tell Finn do we?" Brittany chewed her lower lip.
"You're incredible."
