She hasn't let go of your hand yet and you don't pull away. You do smile though, widely, because there's just something about her that's so pleasing to you. You don't want to let go of her hand, you want to hold on and see where it leads you. "Nice to meet you, Santana Lopez," you finally reply, and you honestly mean it.

AU. Army!Brittana. It's wrong on so many levels. It's fraternization, it's unprofessional, it could cost you your rank, your career, and worse-hers; but you can't stay away. You need her and it has nothing to do with the palpitations in your chest.

Brittany moves into a new apartment in New York after highschool, no family, nowhere else to go, and no idea how much trouble her new housemate is about to cause. Badass!Santana.

Brittany likes to drive: fast. As part of the most elite streetcar crew in Las Vegas, when she's not boosting cars she's racing them. When a sexy Latina from a rival racing crew throws a wrench in her life, Brittany's forced to make a choice: slow down and enjoy the ride or shut up and drive.