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Brittany's alarm pulled her out of an amazing dream. She dreamt her and Santana were on a boat on their way to Mexico, Santana was at the helm of the boat steering and she stood behind the beautiful brunette, her arms encircling the smaller girl. They were talking about something completely inconsequential and it was amazing, just being able to talk about nothing and have the women you love in your arms, so simple and yet so perfect. It was something the two of them would probably never be able to do, just be an ordinary couple doing semi-ordinary stuff, it just wasn't in their future, well their immediate future none the less.
Blinking herself from her reverie she sighed, the women she loved, there it was again, that admittance. Looking at the clock she realized she didn't have time to just sit there and think about her feelings, she needed to be at her office in a little over an hour and a half and Zises and Mark were due in half an hour.
Getting into the shower she contemplated the day ahead of her. She knew it was going to be a huge day, piecing together every possible outcome and checking security tenfold and then making it through the party without incident, was going to be tiring.
Was it wrong that all she was really thinking about was Santana and finally getting to talk to her and tell her how she felt and crawling into her arms at the end of the day, she hoped she got the opportunity before the event, but she doubted they would even run into each other today, let alone have time to have that kind of a conversation and in private? Very unlikely, she had seen Santana's schedule for the day and it was incredibly jammed packed, well hopefully tomorrow, she knew Santana had gotten tuesday night off so she could relax, knowing how big the benefit/opening was going to be.
She just hoped everything went fine between now and then and that she still had her job with the actress come tomorrow. She couldn't really see any reason Beiste would have to remove her, as long as they kept things professional in public and received no further threats from these sick criminals, it should all be fine, she hoped.
Getting out of the shower a little before 6, she quickly blow dried her hair and picked out her suite, attaching her holster, gun and her phone on the other side. Walking out of her room she noticed Santana's doors were still shut, she wanted to stick her head in and check on the girl, but she knew Santana's day didn't start until eight, so she didn't want to wake the girl. Plus the amount of scotch she had drunk the night before, might make the Latina less than happy to see her so early.
Brittany felt sadness in the pit of her stomach, she already missed the feisty brunette and she hadn't even left the house. Shaking her head, she realised she even missed Santana's morning blend, which hadn't been brewed yet as she walked into the kitchen, she would love to make herself some but knew she didn't have time.
Turning around she heard a knock from the front door, that would be Mark and Zises, exactly on time. She let them in with a wave, letting them know Santana was still asleep but would be up probably any minute and Quinn, Kurt and Blaine would be here soon.
They nodded, both having Santana's schedules in their phones, Brittany nodded to herself, duh, she thought. Waving goodbye she headed down to her car and hopped in, putting her cd's on shuffle, since she was rarely in her car she could never remember what she had put in, so it made the shuffle a little bit more exciting than talk back radio this time of morning.
Missy Higgins, "Secret," came on and her soft melodic voice brought a small smile to the blondes face. Listening to the words, she laughed to herself, finally really understanding the emotions behind the song, of being someone's secret and how difficult it could be. Really cd shuffler, how did you know? A goofy smile played across Brittany's face as she giggled at how dorky she really was as she wound her car through the hollywood hills towards her offices.
It took over an hour as Brittany suspected and she was a little late, slamming the car into park she stabbed the lift button and waited impatiently for the lifts arrival. Out of habit she took in her surroundings, noting the cars parked around her and their number plates, getting a strange tingle up her spine, but not seeing anyone or noticing anything out of the ordinary she shook it off and got into the lift.
Arriving at her floor she ran out of the lift and towards Beiste's office, straightening herself up she knocked and was told to come in. Entering she saw Detective Schuester sitting across from Beiste at her conference table along with three other agency bodyguards who she smiled to in recognition, then looked over at a women she didn't know before taking the spare seat.
"So as I was saying Brittany, this is Miss Pilsbury, she is in charge of tonight's event and will be sitting in for a small part of our discussion today, just to have some inkling of how tonight will be expected to run with such a large amount of security. The venue is currently being overseen by the agency's staff, all deliveries and people entering and exiting today are being screened. After I have mapped out the details of today's and tonight's co-ordination we will head down to the site to run through every element and look for any concerns, guests begin arriving at six, so we have a little under eleven hours to make this perfect," Beiste finished, as she pulled out her ipad and started showing them the ins and outs of the day.
Brittany listened and was glad to hear all her concerns were being met, Beiste and the detective really had thought of everything, it was comforting to Brittany to know Santana would be in such good and safe hands tonight.
After a few hours they stopped for a much needed lunch, or in Brittany's case breakfast break, as sandwiches and coffees appeared at the table.
Beiste gave Brittany a nod towards her office, beckoning her to come in and take a seat at her desk.
"Brittany, we would like to post both Puckerman and Hudson as Santana's immediate muscle tonight and would like you to co-ordinate area safety. To do this we are going to place you inside as a guest, we have an invite and Mark will be your escort, but we want you there earlier. Someone will be here this afternoon to dress you and you will be escorted to the event just before 6, we want you in place before Santana arrives. You will be wired and armed, but will act solely as surveillance, Hudson and Puckerman are her bodyguards tonight, don't forget that, we don't want any extra reasons for instigating an attack by letting theses criminals know your there," Beiste stated.
Brittany nodded in a bit of shock, she thought maybe she would be told to be careful or maybe told not to go at all, not that she would have said yes to that, but to go under cover as extra security, that was going to be interesting. She was a little nervous, but incredibly glad to be an extra eye on Santana, even if it was in secret and not as direct as she would like, at least she would be able to see her, she perked up at that thought.
"Ok, is there anything else I need to know, maybe some more evidence regarding these terrorists, what I should be looking for? Has Detective Schuester and his team found anything new?" Brittany asked, hoping they had significant new leads.
"The I.P address led to nothing, obviously a fake, we do know they are aware of tonight, as they have published it on their site. We also have found some partial prints on some of the canisters from the attack and they are being run through our criminal databases worldwide, something will break Brittany, I'm sure of it. But as for tonight, just keep your eyes peeled, there will be a lot of people there, most of the tickets have been bought by constant money donors, people we have managed to screen. But there are still twenty percent of ticket holders who are the public and purchased the tickets on an online auction, so we don't know exactly who they are, but we are working tirelessly to try and work that out, so far no names have stood out, either way, we are fairly confident of an intended attack, local police are also on standby," Beiste stated with a frown.
Brittany and Beiste looked at each other and stood up, making their way back out with the others to finish off their briefings before the rest of them made their way to the venue.
Just before 3pm the rest of the group left and Brittany was left in the hands of a young blonde girl who was handing her piles of dresses and shoes to try on and model for her. The girl decided on a blue dress, tight and short, Brittany vaguely wondered how comfortably her gun would sit on her thigh holster, but surprisingly it couldn't be seen to the naked eye.
Not wearing dresses very often Brittany pulled and tugged at the bottom of the dress, which only just covered her thighs to try and get some extra length, before the young girl slapped her hand away. Brittany gave the girl a scowl as she handed her some shoes, strappy black wedges, well at least they weren't stiletto's, they were only a mild form of torture, again she wondered about the practicality of her outfit for the night.
She was about to voice this when the young girl piped up, "I have dressed hundreds of your type and this is perfectly suitable, now sit down so I can do your hair and makeup and stop pulling at the dress," she ordered Brittany.
Brittany gave the girl a frustrated glare before doing what she was told, if Beiste hired her and she had done this before, she must know what she was doing.
Just before five, Brittany was ready to go, earpiece in place, makeup and hair done, she felt pretty weird, all dressed up, but she had to admit she liked it a little bit. It felt super odd though, her job generally required her to blend in as much as possible, so this turn of events was kind of exciting for the blonde.
She ducked into the bathroom quickly to look in the mirror, her hair was pulled back in a pony with the front puffed up, her blue thick strap dress show just the right amount of cleavage and tight enough to show she was fit, and just long enough so she didn't feel too revealed. She smiled, she hoped Santana recognised her, not that she was suppose to be noticed by the brunette, but dressed like this she certainly hoped to be, she knew Santana would have a heart attack if she saw her.
Walking out of the bathrooms, she spotted Mark standing at the elevator, her partner and driver for the night, he did a double take and his mouth dropped open slightly. Shaking his head he seemed to realise he was staring Brittany up and down.
"Pierce, ah you look, ah, different," was all Mark could get out.
"Thanks Mark, I guess, shall we?" Brittany stated, already knowing the answer, the man simply nodded, pressing the button for the lift and getting in with Brittany following.
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The car ride to the venue was uneventful, Mark drove and didn't say a word to her, which was odd, but she sensed he was uncomfortable with what she was wearing, having always been professional he seemed to have trouble forming sentences, so she let it go.
Pulling up in front of the venue, a valet took their car and Mark awkwardly took a hold of her arm and led her down the red carpet and into the club. There were no paparazzi as yet as it was too early, Brittany was incredibly glad of this. Walking in, their tickets were checked and they passed through a metal detector and into the club, they immediately separated and began to investigate their surroundings and checking their earpieces worked, which they did.
Brittany made her way to the bar, after doing a round of the club and ordered a sparkling water in a high ball, so at least she appeared to be drinking, Mark ordered something that looked like a beer to keep up the facade.
They both stood at the table nearest the door so they could watch people as they entered. Brittany found herself getting nervous, she really wanted to see Santana and couldn't wait to see how amazing she would look, she knew she would, she always did.
People started arriving just after six, but no one appeared to look shifty or as if they didn't belong there. Just before seven she could hear people cheering outside and the paparazzi calling out Santana's name, she had obviously arrived, Brittany hoped Hudson and Puckerman brought their A game tonight.
More than half an hour later Santana walked in the door in a stunning white dress, it was tight and short and was complemented by glittering red heals, and a matching purse, she looked amazing, Brittany couldn't take her eyes off her. Santana's smile lit up the entire venue as people tried to surround her, but several guards had made a barrier around her so people could come and say hello, but only one at a time and after being screened.
Brittany continued to watch the brunette as she continued to make her way in her direction, she was walking past her, when she stopped to take a photo with a female fan. Smiling into the camera, her eyes glanced in Brittany's direction, Brittany froze, not knowing what to do, to smile or wave or hide.
It turned out she didn't have to do anything as Santana was swept away by other people before she even had time to recognise the blonde. Brittany let out a breath she didn't realise she had been holding, relieved, but more upset the Brunette hadn't seen her.
Mark and Brittany split up, Brittany deciding to follow the Brunette and Mark agreed to keep his eye on the guests coming and going, as well as those around the bar. Brittany walked a fair distance behind the brunette as she made her way to the DJ's box.
Walking into the all glass box she was handed the microphone and began talking to the crowd and wishing them all a fantastic night, letting them know bidding for a date with her would start around nine, in the mean time to drink and be merry.
The crowd cheered and continued their dancing, many people not taking their eyes off the brunette, but not looking at her in a threatening way, more in the hopes of winning that date with her tonight, Brittany suspected. She really couldn't blame them, she was incredibly beautiful and she couldn't take her eye off the girl either. Up in the glass box Santana looked perfectly at home dancing and fooling around with the incredibly attractive DJ, who's hands were all over the brunette as she danced gracefully to the music, Brittany felt a bit of anger in her stomach and jealousy bubbling to the surface.
She inhaled and turned around, looking around the now dancing crowd for any signs of trouble in an attempt to distract herself so she didn't jump into the box and pull the DJ's roaming hands off Santana. Turning back around she noticed the starlet had stopped her flirting and was exiting the box and moving towards a roped off VIP area which was slightly risen and over looked the dance floor.
Brittany followed the Latina as she made her way into the VIP area and said hi to all the people inside. The brunette glanced across the dance floor just as Brittany was walking under a spot light, she felt Santana's eyes spot her and she froze, as if that would cause the Santana to lose her. Santana's mouth opened as she took Brittany in and started to move back down the stairs towards her.
Brittany panicked and took off as fast as her Wedges would allow, hiding herself amongst some dancing women. Chancing a glance back up to where the Brunette had been standing, she saw the starlet standing on the bottom step of the VIP area looking around trying to find her, with a frown on her face.
Brittany sighed in relief, "that was close," she said under her breath, now to avoid Santana the rest of the night and try not to strangle anyone that attempts to hit on the brunette, this was going to be a long night.
