So I gave you an update that came pretty quickly. I'm pretty proud of myself. I don't have much to say here so I will let you get to it. Enjoy :)

Santana hadn't actually thought through her plan when she decided to call Puck. Suddenly she found herself with Brittany's number, but lacking the nerve to actually do anything about it. She didn't want to admit that she had gone through the trouble of talking to Puck just for a number. Santana was worried that she would seem desperate. And even though she was in fact desperate, she preferred Brittany to think she had other things to do than wait around for the blonde.

After staring at the call button for well over five minutes, Santana decided to just text Brittany. It seemed a relatively safe option because it would get the point across without screaming "Hey, I'm a loser!" Unfortunately, composing a text was just as difficult as figuring out what to say in an actual call. The Latina typed out three different messages before finally settling on Hey. It's Santana. Puck called to check in and I got your number. Just wondering when you want to make those brownies?

So maybe she wasn't being completely honest, but it would have to suffice. Sometimes honest isn't the best policy. Especially when the honest text would have read Hey. It's Santana. I got your number from Puck after basically listening to him tease me, but it was totally worth it because now I can get in touch with you. I've really missed you these past two days. I'm bored. Come amuse me because I clearly am incapable of finding something to do on my own. So, in short, Santana was ok with lying to Brittany this one time.

In under a minute Santana's phone vibrated with a reply. "San! I'm glad you got my number. I wanted to call you but then I forgot to ask for your number and Puck doesn't have a home phone. I was going to come by last night after work, but Lord T threw a fit when I ran home to feed him. He said that we never spend time together anymore. So I spent the night watching Law and Order with him instead. I hope you don't mind...

Santana laughed at the message but once again was reminded that she does not know who Lord T is. She figured he was not a roommate; I mean, who the hell calls their roommate Lord T? If he weren't a roomie though, then who was he? Secretly Santana wondered if Brittany had an imaginary friend or something. But that just didn't seem plausible. Instead of dwelling she decided to reply before her mind would go crazy wondering. Well I want to meet Lord T sometime.

You do?

Sure. As long as he isn't like that ass of a person you call a best friend, I'm sure we will get along fine.

You should come over to my place on Saturday. We like to get up super early and watch cartoons. You should come.

Early? How early?

Not too early. But you don't have to if you don't want. I just thought you might want to see my place for a change. But you can't laugh because it's pretty small.

I would never laugh. And it was true. Santana couldn't imagine laughing at Brittany's home any more than she could picture herself blowing up a nursing home. Some things were cruel even to Santana.

Do you want to do something tonight? I could use some fun after the day I've had."

The amount of relief that washed over Santana was something she normally would have been embarrassed about, but in that moment her mind was on other things.

Sure. You want me to pick you up from work? The roads seemed to have cleared. And I probably should get out of the house.

Ok! I get off at 4.

Santana glanced at the clock as she typed up her last reply. It was already 2:15. She hadn't showered or anything yet, but she figured it would be enough time to make herself presentable. As soon as the text asking the address of Brittany's work went out, Santana hopped into a scolding hot shower. She washed quickly and hopped back out in record time. Brittany had already gotten back to her with the reply so she went about her business getting ready.

Using the GPS on her phone, Santana found her destination easily. Brittany worked in a bright blue building with a playground in the back. There were a few other cars parked in the lot, but it was mostly dead. Santana glanced to the sign that read The Lima Tots Association. Because Lima had already proven itself to be kind of a backwards town, Santana didn't doubt that the place was some tater tots factory. And she really wouldn't have been surprised to find Brittany there. It only seemed fitting that the blonde work somewhere as quirky as her personality.

Santana was pulled from her imagination when the passenger door of the truck flew open and Brittany hopped in with the grace of a gymnast or something. Santana was once again reminded of how easily her new friend moved. She couldn't quite figure out how.

"Did you find it ok?" Brittany asked as soon as she was safely buckled up.

"Yeah. But what is this place?" Santana asked as she put the truck in gear. She still wasn't an amazing driver, but she at least could get around.

"It's a daycare for young kids."

"You work at a daycare?" A puddle of warmth flooded through Santana's core as she pictured Brittany running and playing with children. She had never been good with kids, but there was something incredibly endearing about women that were. Santana had always had a thing for those who could tolerate kids. The only kid she herself could tolerate was Beth. And even that was only in small doses.

"Yep! I work the nursery portion. Feeding and playing with infants. Six to eighteen month olds."

"Wow. That takes a lot of skill. And patience. You're kind of a badass, Britt." Watching the way the blonde's face lit up was enough to convince Santana to compliment her more. She would love to make those blue eyes lighten and twinkle again.

"You don't think it's lame because I don't make very much money?"

"Not at all. Money isn't everything, Britt Britt."

"Do you make a lot of money?"

Santana didn't want to lie. "I live comfortably. But I'm by no means rich."

"Where do you work?"

Santana realized that she had no idea where she was driving. Instead of changing the subject and asking, she decided just to keep going and stop whenever some place sparked her interest. "I work at Soulscape Records. It's a recording studio in Hollywood."

"That's so cool! Do you like produce music and stuff?"

Santana smiled at Brittany's enthusiasm. Living in the LA bubble it was easy to forget how wrongfully informed non business people were about Hollywood. "Not really. I do a lot of paperwork and stuff for my boss. I'm basically the assistant to the assailant. I get to do some of the marketing and stuff too. But I'm not so low that I run errands and provide coffee. Although I started there when I was in college."

"How'd you get such a cool job?" Brittany asked, practically bouncing in her seat.

"Will Shuester, the owner and creator, is an old friend of the family. When he heard I was looking for a job to pay my way through college, he offered me a position as 'intern.' Basically it was his way of being nice because he knew I was screwed if I couldn't find a job. But anyway, I stuck around, learned the ropes, and worked my way up to where I am. Once I graduated college it was much easier to convince him I was ready for more responsibility. So now I do work directly for him. Well, I do the work his right hand man doesn't want to do."

"Do you ever get to meet the bands and stuff?"

Santana wanted to brag, but really she didn't have that much to brag about. She really didn't get to be a part of the glamorous side of her job. "Sometimes. I guess the best perk to my job though is concert tickets. I basically can get into any show I want because I have friends in high places."

"What concerts have you been to?" Brittany asked as she pivoted her body so she could study Santana while she drove.

"All of them?"

"Yeah!"

Santana didn't know if she could focus fully on driving and remember every concert she has ever been to. She decided to just mentions that big names that Brittany would know of. "My first concert ever was Britney Spears. Then I saw Backstreet Boys and N'Sync back when I was still pretty young. I also saw No Doubt with my mom. As a teenager I was into the older music and really alternative bands so I didn't go to many concerts by people you would know. Let's see. In the past few years I saw Amy Winehouse, Alanis Morisette at a revival show, Miley Cyrus only because a friend dragged me along with her daughter, Taylor Swift for that same reason, Adele, Lady Gaga twice, John Mayer, The Black Keys, a Bob Marley tribute show, and Florence and the Machine. I mean, that's all I can think of right now."

"That's a whole lot of concerts!"

"Yeah. It really is," Santana agreed as she really thought about it. And that didn't even include all the tiny little bands she had seen play hole-in-the-wall venues. "What about you? You ever been to concerts?"

"Once. I was really into dance when I was a kid so my favorite person was Britney Spears. I remember my mom getting us tickets to go for my birthday. It was pretty much the coolest thing ever. We drove the two hours to the show and listened to my Britney the whole way. And the concert was great. My mom even let me buy a shirt. It was actually one of the best days of my life."

"Did you go to her first tour or second?"

"I went to the Oops I Did It Again one."

"That's the one I went to!"

"It was a great show, huh?"

Santana had definitely seen better since then, but at the time, being a kid and all, it was the best. There was no denying that Britney Spears knew how to put on a show. "Yeah. I had fun."

"Oh gosh!" Brittany suddenly exclaimed. "Stop! Right here! Turn right!" Santana did as she was told, turning into the parking lot of a run down movie theater. "Do you want to see a movie, San?"

"Sure. We didn't really make any other plans."

The pair walked inside together and agreed on being typical girls and seeing The Vow. Santana didn't have the heart to tell Brittany that she had already seen it so she just played along. They settled into their seats with a hug tub of popcorn and a box of dots. As much as Santana would deny it had someone asked, she spent most the movie watching Brittany's face light up at the happy moments and turn to complete despair at the sad parts. Watching the blonde chew the dots was just an extra bonus that the Latina was enjoying a little too much. Something about the way Brittany's fingers slipped in between her puckered lips had Santana enthralled. She chose to ignore the tingling in her lower stomach.

Following the movie Brittany gushed about how cute the movie was the whole way back to the daycare where her car was. Santana listened and nodded when the situation required it. But really she was lost in her own head wondering how it was possible that someone so polar opposite was the best company she had found in years. She wondered why listening to Brittany go on and on was not only tolerable, but pleasing. And as Santana watched the blonde unlock her car and set up, Santana wondered if it were possible to develop a small crush so soon after a break up.