"You want me to do what?" Brittany shouts out.
"Please Britt, do it for me." Brian, Brittanys older brother said pleadingly.
Brittany was previously eating Breakfast, sitting at her kitchen table staring up at her brother who was leaning up against the counter. Brittany's eyebrows raised while her mouth hung open. She couldn't believe what he was asking her.
"I- What?" She asks again. At first, she was just shocked but now she was slightly enraged but still confused.
"I need you to take over my case." Brian asked again. He pushed off the counter and walked up to his little sister. Hands were together as he started to beg. "Please Britt, Please!"
"But why? Brian, you just got this case three weeks ago? Why are you so urgent for me to take it?" Brittany was still angry but the confusion of it all was starting to take over. 'It doesn't make sense' She thought to herself.
Both Brittany and Brian Pierce take their jobs seriously. What is their job you ask? Well, they are two of the best New York FBI agents. Eight years ago both Pierce twins moved to New York from Flordia. They had just graduated from high school, they were both excited to be following in their father's footsteps as an FBI agent. Pierce Pierce was one of the best agents back in Flordia, he was so good that everyone knew who he was all the way in New York. He sadly passed away when Brittany and Brian were in high school.
They were so devastated, he was their hero, their father. All those amazing stories he would tell them would never happen again. But with that sadness, both Pierce siblings were only more determined to push themselves and follow their father, making him proud. And after Brittany graduated, they both were excepted into Columbia University. They both chose to get their bachelors degree in criminal justice.
It took them a total of four years to graduate from Columbia, then they had to attend two years of applying, tests, and lots of training before they graduated and were officially FBI agents. Their mother Susan Pierce was very proud.
Growing up their father would return home from a case and tell them stories of who he recently saved or protected. And since then, both Pierce children have dreamt of following him to do the same.
It took them a while, but at least they did it together. When they were younger they only ever had each other, no cousins and no friends. Of course, they had their parents, but Susan was a teacher while Pierce was a, well, FBI agent.
Their father would go away for long periods of time to work on a case. There was never a set timeline for him to follow, it was a go with the flow kinda job. Both Brittany and Brian hated when their father would come home after a case for only a month then leave again. He was never gone for the same amounts of time, sometimes he was gone for 9 weeks, and others he was gone for almost a year.
Pierce missed a lot of their childhood, but the kids knew he was helping people all around the world. One amazing case he would always brag about is when he protected the Queen from a bombing.
No matter how many times her father would repeat that story, Brittanys eyes would sparkle. She would always tell her mother and Brian that she's going to save important people too. At first, Brian didn't believe her until half a year after they were agents. Brittany had gotten her first big case which was to help Brock Obama from a terrorist attack at an important event.
She had gone undercover and stopped the guys who planned to place a bomb under the podium he was to speak at.
After that case, Brittany was well known. Brian was not far behind her either, doing some very impressive cases himself. After two full years of being agents, both Pierce twins were known for their work. They were always requested by the richest, and the most famous celebrities in the world.
Of course, they didn't mind meeting famous people, (Brittany was routing to meet Scarlet Johanson, Rihanna, or the queen herself, Beyonce). They were excited and loved what they do.
Sadly they were never put together on a case. Chief Schue kept telling them something about not wanting them together due to strength? Well, that's how Brittany took it. In reality, he said, "Why would I put two of my best agents to complete one case, when I could have you complete two at the same time."
Brittany didn't really care exactly what he said, she really just wanted to work with her brother. Her best friend. They had done everything together growing up. Even though Brian was three years older than Brittany, he waited before applying to College so they could do it together.
Remember how they only had each other? Yea, well its the truth. They could never make any friends, always being avoided by their peers. If you think with the cool job of being an agent that the Pierce siblings must have been the cool kids in high school, the jock athlete and pretty popular cheerleader, then you're wrong.
It kinda started in elementary school. Brian was one of the most intelligent kids in his grade, but to others, he was classified as a nerd. Brittany on the other hand was not so lucky with what they called her. She grew up with an IEP, whats an IEP you ask? Its an Individual Education Plan, which is given to those who have a learning disability. She struggled to learn, even her brother couldn't help her sometimes. They would call her stupid, dumb, retarted, hollow, basically, anything you could think of to define she was not smart.
It hurt Brittany because she was capable of being intelligent just like her brother, she only struggled with processing and learning the information. Not only was she bullied for being 'stupid' but also because she was born differently. Brittany had been born a female but with male genitalia. Her family loved her no matter what she had or didn't have in between her legs.
Her brother would help protect her from her secret being discovered. They managed to survive until sophomore year, a girl had walked in on Brittany changing in the bathroom. It wasn't pretty from then on out.
This continued all through high school for both of them, the name-calling and bullying. But what did change was how much Brittany pushed herself to learn. She went to summer school and studied every moment she got. All that work paid off as she graduated with honours. Her family was so proud of her, she was even proud of herself. She also decided to embrace her body, it was given to her for a reason.
She wouldn't let anyone step in the way of her dream. To make her father proud.
That all brings her back to the present, right in Brittany's apartment with her brother asking her a question she never thought he would ask her.
"You love your job though, why would you risk getting yourself or even me in trouble?" Brittnay asked, she didn't know what she was feeling but the way her brother was acting and pleading her, well it was starting to scare her.
"Please Britt, I need you. Please just do this for me. It's important." He begged.
"But I just finished my case a few days ago, I get a full month to just relax and heal." She started to lift her top showing the rather large amount of cuts she had on her torso, she also had a few on her arms.
One thing to know about Brittany is that she can get pretty sidetracked from whats important, funny right? Being an agent you have to be on top of your game, focused for anything. Usually, Brittany was good with the focus and being prepared. She just had a minor case of ADHD.
Brian was starting to get frustrated with her loss of focus on their conversation. He reached his hand up pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a frustrating sigh. "Britt! Stop! I know. I know it's your break and your healing. But this is serious. I need you to take over for me, you know if it wasn't important I wouldn't ask. So please! Can you just do it?"
The way he just exploded shocked Brittany into focusing back on her brother. Their so close, and she knows he would never do anything to risk their jobs or lives unless he was in trouble. Her eyes popped open and she stood up, walking those few steps towards him, looking up into his eyes. Both Pierce siblings were quite tall, but Brian had two or three inches on Brittany.
"Are you in trouble? Do you need help?" She asked looking around her apartment. Suddenly her agent skills kicked in and she had to check their surroundings for anything off. "You know I can help you if you're in shit, just tell me what it is though."
Brian just started to shake his head. "No- No Britt, I'm not in trouble. I'm fine, we're fine, nothing bad is happening. I just need you to take over my case for me. I can't tell you exactly why, but you're the only one I can trust to do so. So please, please just say yes."
Brittany couldn't understand why he can't just tell her why. They were siblings, best friends. Did he not trust her?
"Do you not trust me? Is that why you won't say?" She asked with a slight frown.
Brians mood changed from a frustrated panic to one of concern, his brotherly instinct was now showing. "No, no. Of course, I trust you, your the only one I can trust. That's why I need you to take my case, I- I just can't tell you why. It classified and I can't let you get into more trouble because of it."
"So it is bad, please let me hel-" Brian cut her off.
"Britt it's not bad, you just can't know. I promise if it was bad then I would tell you. I'll still be around, and I'll even help you with the case, I just can't be present. Which is why I need you to take over for me."
Brittany stood there thinking. 'He wouldn't lie to me, I know that.' She knows how difficult it can be as an agent. You can't always talk about cases, it can either put you or the people your serving into more danger. But it's the fact she's an agent, that she's willing to help him out.
"Okay listen, I'll do it. I trust you, but only if you swear on dad that you're not in trouble and this is truly just classified."
Brian immediately nods. "I swear. Its nothing bad." He jumps up engulfing her in a big hug spinning her around. He really needed her to take his case, the thing he's doing is really important, he just wishes he could tell her why.
"Okay, I guess I'll just talk to Schue tomorrow, he can give me all the details and what not?" Brittany asks as Brian puts her down, then she moves to place her dishes in the sink.
"No!" Brian shouts in panic. 'He can't know, gosh this is so difficult' Brian thought.
"Okay, now I'm lost. Shouldn't I have a talk with Schue about this? He is the one that gave you these orders, right?" Brittany asked sceptically, she watched how nervous Brian looked. It took Brittany a full minute before her eyes shot open again, she rushed back over to her brother. "Brian! He doesn't fucking know about this? What the fuck!"
"Listen he can't know, no one can know."
"And you weren't going to tell me all of this? What the fuck did I just agree to?" Brittany was now pacing her kitchen with her hands on her head. Shes never disobeyed their chief, never rebelled like this. She was nervous, but most importantly she was furious that Brian was willing to do something so stupid.
"Brittany please."
"Why? This doesn't make any sense!" Brittany shouts out. "Your willing to get me in shit? To even lose my job? You know how important being an agent is for me!"
"I know Britt, but it's important, please, just trust me." He begs again, wow he's been doing a lot of that.
Brittany just rolled her eyes, she did already agree to this. But why wouldn't he tell her everything before? She didn't want to do this, go against their Chiefs knowledge. It made her nervous, and stress. What if she gets caught, what if- Wait... Of course, she's gonna get caught. SHE's A FUCKING GIRL!
"So how the fuck is this going to happen? I'm a girl Bri, A GRIL! How am I going to replace you without the Chief, and everyone on that case knowing? If I don't recall, you're a fucking MALE!" She yelled, she was starting to lose her patients. She's bound to get discovered and fired after this. Then her families reputation in the FBI field will all be for nothing. All the work her father did, goes down the drain.
'I'm giving him one chance, one chance, and that's it, cus I swear to god if-' Brian cuts her out of her thoughts.
"Britt, its fine I already have it planned out. We have similar features and were almost the same height. Your skinnier than me but you still have muscles. t's a long shot, but you'll just need a minor makeover, and wardrobe change, maybe even a little bit of redecorating?" Brian said hesitantly, waiting for his little sister's reaction.
"Redecorating? Why the fuck do I need to redecorate?" She asks.
"Well your apartment, of course, there is no way we are risking this if you bring someone home," Brian says as he moves out of the kitchen and past the living room. Brittany follows closely as he walks right into her office, he sits down at her desk and grabs a piece of paper and pen.
"Bring someone home?" She asks as Brian starts to jot stuff down on the paper, she watches him curiously.
"Yea, come on Britt. I think you pick up women more than any of my guy friends." He says with a chuckle as he hands the paper to her.
Brittany grabs it with a smirk as she thinks. 'Yea I do pick up a lot of chicks. Not my fault I'm a smoking hot Lesbo. But it does help when you have a Britt Jr.' She looks down to her crotch, still smirking.
Brian hits her arm and points to the list. "This is a list of what we need to do, then you're ready to start on Thursday."
Brittany nods as she starts to read the list: New outfit- Wait did he just say Thursday?
"Thursday!" She yells out supprised. "As in this Thursday? The one that's in two days?" She frantically asks.
"Yes Britt, just read the dam list."
She rolls her eyes and continues with the list
- New outfits
- New haircut
- Get a binder
- Switch apartments
'What the fuck?' She thought. "I have to do all of this?" She asked grumpily.
"Yes, Brittany! To pull this off you have to look, act, sound, basically be me! No one can know that you're Brittany, and I mean it! This is serious, I don't know how mad the Chief will be if he finds out."
"But a hair cut? Come on I like my hair." Brittany complained as she rakes her fingers through her long blonde locks. "Can't I just keep it up in a wig or hat?
Brian gives her an apologetic look before shaking his head. "I'm sorry Britt, that's too risky. It has to go."
Brittany nods as she continues to read the list. "A binder? What's that?"
"A thing you're gonna wear to compress your boobs to make you have a flat chest, to look manlier," Brian says as he starts to lookup places that sell them.
"SWITCH APARTMENTS? Why!" She whines out. She was so ready for her month off to relax from the amount of work her last case was. Now she has to do so much in two days just to work for who knows how long.
"Yes Britt, I was thinking of redecorating but why do that when you can just use my apartment. All we have to do is switch our clothes and bam, you got yourself a bachelor pad."
"But." Brittany tries to say.
"What if you bring someone home from the case? Or maybe someone follows you home? We just need to be cautious okay?" He says as he finds a place where they sell binders.
Brittany rolls her eyes as she looks down at her chest. "At least my boobs are on the small side."
Brian laughs as he stands up. "Look at you being positive, now let's go get you your stuff."
Two days later
Brittany and Brian were driving to the building where Brittany will be working at. Brian wanted to make sure she knew where to go. She's nervous, very nervous. Of course Chief won't be there when Brittanys working. The only way she can be caught is if Mr Lopez or anyone else that works here finds out shes, not Brian and in fact, a female disguised as him. Her life would be ruined.
"Britt, it's okay. You'll be fine, pretend it's your own case and you have to be undercover."
Brittany nods as she visibly gulps. "Yea, I can do it. Easy peasy."
"Okay, now repeat what I told you." Brian asks.
"That I'm going to be an assistant for someone in the Magazine Lopez building. Mr Lopez hired me to work in the building as an undercover agent, not even his daughter knows who I am. Mrs Lopez the famous singer owns the building and is my boss. I have to report to someone named Rachel Berry. I have to act like a guy. Speak like a guy. Dress like a guy. Don't let anyone find out. Remember to not go into the girl's bathroom-" Brian cuts Brittany off with a chuckle.
"Now you're just joking,"
"Yeah well, I have to follow those as well, what if I walk into the female's bathroom? I'll be identified as a pedo and creep." Brittany finishes by crossing her arms over her chest. It was fairly easy with no boobs in the way. She looked down with a frown. 'This thing is so uncomfortable, plus I can't even breathe.' She thinks.
She glances at her outfit. She has black jeans with a dark brown belt on. She also has a light blue button-up with the sleeves rolled halfway up her forearms. She had to admit, she looked pretty good. Her tall frame and larger muscles ended up helping her in more ways than one. She looked into the side mirror and focused on her hair. She was sad to cut it off but she kind of likes her new style. The sides of her head are shaved in a fade while the top is long but slicked back. She had no idea what to choose so the lady at the hair salon did it for her, said she looked cute with it.
"Please don't make me a paedophile. I like my job." Brian turns into the parking lot attached to a really tall building. Brittany looks at it in shock. 'that's a lot of floors' She thinks.
"You know, I'm basically undercover while being undercover. Like a double cover." Brittany said
Brian laughed at her comment. 'I pray she doesn't do something stupid.' He thinks. "Okay remember that she recently got attacked. The reason you're here is to watch over her. Mr Lopez found a bunch of threats online about Mrs Lopez. Since the last incident was a close call he wants to make sure everything is safe and that she always has someone close. Constantly check for anything off. There should be a full map and blueprint of her floor just incase of an emergency. Also a hidden file inside your office. Make sure to read it for more details on her attacks and what to look out for, okay? You don't have to do a lot for this job, but make sure you look busy."
Brittany just nods trying to process all the information.
"Ready? I told you everything already, you know the case. I'll be back here when you're done to take you home. Okay?" He asks.
"Ready as I'll ever be." She jokes as she stands up. Brian hands Brittany a leather briefcase for her to use to 'fit' the image of Brian.
"Oh, I left you a file for today on top of your desk. Good luck" Brian said as she nodded then left the car, heading to the front.
She walks fumbling with her Id, she scans it at the door and walks in. Once in the foyer, she looks up with her mouth hung open. The building was amazing, she didn't know how many floors it was, but the first 5 were all open above the foyer. She was lost in her gaze when someone bumped into her as they passed by, making her stumble.
A pretty girl with green eyes smiled at Brittany as she approached the front desk.
"Hello sir, how can I help you?" She asked.
'Right, im not a girl' Brittany remembers. So she smiles as she looks down to the girls name tag.
"Hi Kim, I'm supposed to be an assistant for someone in the building. I started three weeks ago but I seem to have forgotten my direction. Is there any way you could call Rachel Berry for me?" Brittany said in a deep voice as she gave Kim her signature smile which made all the ladies swoon.
Brittany watched as Kim fumbled a bit, nodding as she tries to call someone not he phone.
"Of course sir, just wait over there. Shell be right down."
"Thanks, Kim." Brittany turned to sit on a couch where Kim directed her to. She waited 5 minutes before a short woman with brown hair and what looks like a sweater with a horse on it approaches her at a fast pace.
"Brian, it's been three weeks. You cant do this again unless you want to be fired!" The lady scolded him. Brittany guesses shes Rachel.
"I'm sorry, it's just a big building." Brittany replies as Rachel leads them into the elevator. She presses the top level which is 50. Brittany gets a little excited, she loves tall buildings.
"Mrs Lopez has a big meeting in five minutes which we need to attend. So I suggest going to your office to drop your stuff off, maybe grab a note pad and pen. She will be expecting you to take notes." Rachel says as the elevator dings and they walk out.
Brittany's close in tow of Rachel. "Mrs Lopez? Why do I need to know her schedule?" Brittany asked confused.
She was led down a hall and over to a large open area that led to three different doors. One big door in the middle of the wall, while the other two were opposit of eachother, off to the side.
"Brian? Are you kidding me? I like you, you're a nice guy but if Mrs Lopez catches you acting like you haven't learnt anything In the past three weeks then you will be in so much shit." They walk into the small office, Brittany looking around to see how simple and empty it is.
"I know, I'm sorry. I just had a rough few days. I hit my head and I've been forgetting things. Can you just fill me in?" Brittany asks sweetly still using her deep voice.
Rachel lets out a sigh and nods. "Only this one time. You are the assistant to Mrs Lopez. You basically help her with her schedule and do runs to get her food and what not. Whatever she asks, you do. No questions. She has another assistant named Jamie who sets up any press conferences or important meetings with other clients. You guys will be talking often so you can know what has to be in her schedule. I'm hoping you remember me, but if not I'm obviously Rachel, I'm one of the heads of her departments. I run the final magazine prints before Mrs Lopez sends them off. And the last important person you need to know is Alex, he's apart of the finance department and is usually at the meetings. What ever you do, do not upset Mrs Lopez, do not question her. And for everyone's sake, please behave." Rachel finishes as she takes a deep breath. "Please leave your items here and follow me." Just like that she's out the door and speed walking down the hall.
Brittany is quick to drop her briefcase and rip her jacket off. She moves for the door but remembers that Rachel mentioned something about notes. She moves to see her notepad on top of a file, 'oh it must be the file Brian told her about'. She grabs it and quickly runs out of her room looking for Rachel. Brittany can see Rachel down the hall just turning into a room. She quickly sprints down the hall. Shes already fucking this up. Fucking Brian! Didn't tell her she was working for THE, Mrs Lopez, I guess she should have known. I mean they only get hired by important people.
She's so going to kill Brian later, as soon as she-. Shes cut off as she runs into someone, literally. "Ouf" Brittany says as she catches the body she rammed into, a pair of hands grab her forearms to stabilize themself. A bunch of papers fall to the floor in the process.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I should have been watching where I was going. I'm so sorry." Brittany immediately feels guilty. She quickly bends down to help whoever she ran into's papers up. She quickly grabs them all but hears giggling from above. Brittany looks up to finally connect her eyes with the person she ran into.
Shes met with hazel eyes and a big smile. Its a girl, lucky for Brittany. (Wink) She also has beautiful long brown hair. Brittany quickly stands up clearing her throat to make her voice sound deeper. "I'm so sorry, uh, I hope those weren't important." Brittany says as she hands the pile of papers over. It was for sure out of order.
"It's okay Brian, just a few forms for Mrs Lopez to sign, but I'm sure I can fix them up during the meeting." The woman says giving Brittany a warm smile.
"You know who I am?" Brittany asks.
The girl just giggles and nods. "Yes, we meet on your first day. I'm Jamie, remember?" She asks giving him a raised eyebrow, an amused smile still covered his face.
"Oh, right. Right! I remember, sorry I had an accident the past weekend. Hit my head and I'm struggling to remember things." Brittany gives Jamie her signature smile. 'So this is one of the important people Rachel was talking about. She's kinda hot.' Brittany thinks.
Jamie blushes and looks down. "Sorry to hear about your accident, if you ever need help you can just ask. My office is located on the opposite side of yours."
"Rachel! Tell whoever that is outside the room to shut the fuck up! Were trying to have a meeting here!"
Brittany hears from a smooth raspy voice that sounds all too familiar. She slightly flinches once she sees Rachels face peer from inside the room.
Rachel gives Brittany a disapproved look as she gives her the silent, 'get the fuck in here' look.
Brittany gives Jamie a smile and nod before walking into the room. When she walks in she sees a large rectangular table that has ten chairs on each side of the table. Rachel points to an open chair that's two seats from the head of the table. Brittany walks over placing her notepad and pen down.
'Thank god no one has noticed Im not Brian. Do we really look that much alike? And would that be more offensive to me or Brian?' She thinks
Brittany looks up to see a woman standing facing the projector screen. She's wearing a nice black pencil skirt which makes her ass look amazing, Brittany cant help to check her legs out, those heals are doing wonders to her calves. She also has a dark blue blouse on.
Brittany really wants this mystery woman to turn around, she likey-likey. 'Woah Britt Jr, calm down.' She inwardly says to herself.
"Okay Listen up!" Rachel announces to grab everyone's attention. Brittany looks over and sees Jamie sitting in a chair a few seats down. They exchange smiles as Rachel continues. "We are getting ready to release this springs magazine. We need to go over a few things with each department before the ending of this meeting. If you have any questions for Mrs Lopez, please wait until the end." Rachel finishes from the other head of the table, pointing towards the women standing at the projector.
"Thank you, Rachel. Now let's get through this meeting without any headaches." says that familiar raspy voice. 'Where the fuck have I heard the voice? Its way too familiar" Brittany asks herself.
The women at the projector screen turns around with a remote in her hand. "Okay, so this season's wages need to go up for this to be a successful magazine launch. Finance what do you have?" The woman starts the meeting.
Brittany looks up at the women's face and freezes as she stares at the woman with wide eyes, her mouth is slightly hun open in shock.
HO-LEE! SHIT! She definitely knew who this is.
Five days ago (Saturday)
Loud music, thick air, hot sweaty bodies rubbing up against each other as they moved on the dance floor.
It had been a really long day, Brittany got a call from her partner, Sam, that Pablo the drug lord they have been watching for the past two months was going to show up at some night club. It was a very popular club and it also happened to be a Saturday.
They both got ready in some club appropriate clothes, making sure to bring their weapons and badges which hid under their clothes. They made their way to The Black Cheata.
They were currently yelling over the loud music, into each other's ears. "Okay Britt, remember to look out for a bald guy in a lion print jacket. He should have people with him." Sam says as Brittany looks around the club.
Brittany nods and moves to yell into Sam's ear. "Okay got it, lets try and blend in with the crowd while we wait. Split up but not too far."
Sam nods in reply as they both head onto the dancefloor in different directions.
Now they could have stayed together and off the dancefloor, but it was better to blend it. Plus something, or should I say a very sexy someone caught Brittany's eye. She didn't mind having a little fun before catching this fucker.
She approached the dark-haired woman who was dancing with a blonde girl. Brittany gave the area one more look over before giving into the sweaty rhythm of the song.
Once it's cleared, she starts to move to the beat. She slowly moves closer to the brunette girl that caught her eye. As soon as the song changes you can hear a loud scream as Thong Song by Sisqo starts to play. The music is thumping so loud Brittany can feel it in her bones. She gets closer to the Latina and notices Sam doing the same with the blonde girl.
Brittany placed her hands on the Latina's hips, she started to match her dancing. The way her hips were moving tho, it was making Brittany go crazy. Brittany had her front to the girls back, Britt Jr was perfectly in line with the Latina's amazing ass.
The girl was a few inches shorter than Brittany. She was probably 5'6, but with the heals she was wearing, she had to be 5'9. Brittany on the other hand was 5'10 without shoes on. The height difference was perfect, Brittany always liked shorter girls, they were just so cute and tried to act tough.
The faster the song got, the more Brittany moved with the dark-haired girl. She started to move her hands from the girl's hips to her stomach pulling her closer. The girl giggled and turned her head to look up a Brittany.
"Hey gorgeous, what's your name?" Brittany asks into her ear. It was dark, but Brittany could still see her caramel skin, big dark eyes, and full pink lips. The girl looked familiar but Brittany couldn't figure out why.
The girl was drunk, it was obvious, but there was something about her that made Brittany want to get to know her.
"Santana. Yours?" The girl named Santana asked.
"Brittany."
"Well Brittany, you're a really good dancer." Santana said as she turned in Brittany's arms to get closer to her. "And hot." She takes a non subtle look down over Brittany's body.
"Your not so bad yourself." Brittany grunted out as Santana ground her hips into Brittany.
Santana just giggled again as she reached up to say something into Brittany's ear. "You like that?" She husks out before going to nibble on Brittany's earlobe.
Brittany's eyes roll back as she holds the girl tightly to her. She doesn't want to let go, but she needs to stay focused. Anything can happen, Pablo could show up.
On instinct Brittany's hands moved to Santana's ass, squeezing and moulding her cheeks. She can hear the faint moan Santana releases over the music. Brittany smirks as shes starting to take control.
Santana moves to kiss Brittany's neck and sucks just under her ear. Brittany filters again but refuses to give up the control.
So instead the pulls Santanas face away, noticing the confused look before connecting her lips with the dark-haired girl. Both their eyes closed on instinct as they started to make out. Brittany's hands were back on Santana's ass while Santana moved her hands to Brittanys lower stomach. Her fingers started to poke and trail under Brittany's top, feeling Brittany's abbs contract from the warm touch.
Brittany groans when Santana rakes her nails slowly down her abbs, all the way until they stop at her belt. A moan was released but Brittany didnt now who released it.
They pulled away from the kiss, Brittany ready to plant her lips to the soft smooth looking skin on Sananas neck. Someone had bumped into them, making her distracted.
Brittany looked up glaring at the guy who had pushed past them, he was clearly drunk but also looked to be angry. Brittany tried to also not get angry, meanwhile, Santana was still tracing her hands up and down Brittany's abbs.
"Hey, what does this tattoo mean?" Santana asks into Brittany's ear. The music was still loud, Brittany almost missed her question.
Brittany looked down to see Santana pointing to the tattoo on her V-line. The tattoo was a date written out in roman numeral numbers. V-II-MMX. The date was May 2nd, 2010. That was the day her father died, she was 15. She chose this tattoo to honour her father. She never likes to talk about him, but the curious look Santana is giving her makes her want to open up.
"Its the date my father passed away, I was 15."
Santana's warm smile fell when she heard the news. Even drunk she knew it was a sad topic. Brittany honestly thought she was just gonna leave because of how dramatic the fun meter had dropped, they were definitely at the depressed line.
Before Brittany could take in what was happening, Sanatana had engulfed her into a hug. Her arms went around Brittany's neck pulling her down into Santana's embrace. Brittany immediately hugged her back. Her hug was comforting. She couldn't explain how, but she didn't feel sad when she was hugging Santana. It could have been her amazing boobs which Brittany could feel against her chest. But it was also a different feeling, not one of pity but a caring one.
Brittany hummed into the hug, she was confused how Santana was able to pry her open and talk about her father, or even calm her down on the topic.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Santana quickly said.
"It's okay, it happened ten years ago." Brittany replied, she gave Santana a smile to prove it was okay. Santana was hesitant but smiled back, she was so beautiful and sweet. Brittany was totally expecting a strong bitchy personality with the way she was grinding on her.
Brittany was about to ask her a question when Sam ran up to them, yelling into Brittany's ear. "Pablo just left, we need to go, Now!" Then he made his way to the exit.
Santana gave Brittany a confused look as her blonde friend walked up to them.
"I'm sorry, I have to go. I hope to see you soon." Brittany gives her one more hug and a wink before following Sam to the exit. She had to fight her way through the packed crowd on the dance floor.
Present
That was the last time Brittany saw Santana. She can't lie, if she had seen her again, she would for sure ask her out.
Except maybe some things have changed. Like how the same sweet caring Sanatan from the club was currently yelling at a guy with glasses, something about finances? Brittany kind of zoned out when she finally recognized the dark-haired beauty. The guy looked like he was about to cry, you could see him sweat and nervously nod to whatever Santana is scolding him about.
'I knew she sounded familiar' Brittany said to herself, mentally applauding herself for figuring it out.
I guess there's also another problem. Like how Brittany is acting as her brother or the fact she now 'works' for Santana.
Brittany had a shocked expression as she admired the Latinas beauty. She looked the same from the past Saturday, sexy and powerful. Same dark eyes, same thick lips which were so soft, same tanned caramel skin which was flawless. It wasn't until the Latina was looking directly at Brittany when she broke out of her thoughts.
"Brian!" Brittany shakes her head to focus on the murderous stare the Latina is now giving her.
"Y-Yes?" Brittany stutter's. Fuck, she was never given this look, she only received sexy glances and soft smiles.
"I asked you if you brought the file I asked for, did you?" She asked in an angry and demanding tone.
Brittany started to nod rapidly as she handed the file over to her 'boss'. Thank god she saw the file on the desk, or she would be in shit. Even though she can't be fired because she doesn't work here. The stare Santana wears is enough to make her want to leave the city.
She lets out a sigh as she opens the file. "Okay, so I want to have this Magazine out and published by mid-June, we're currently in January so we have a nice 6 months to have everything ready. Can we have that accomplished?" Santana asked giving everyone an authoritative look.
Brittany looked around the table which had about 20 or so people seated, she watched as they all nervously nodded and fiddled with their pens. 'Pft pussys' Brittany thought to herself.
"Okay everyone is dismissed. No one is to bother me unless it's important. If you do need to talk to me, just ask Brian any questions. He should be able to help you." Santana said in a softer tone.
Everyone got up in a fast walk, then proceeded to their respectful offices and floors. Brittany was doing the same.
Jamie had been sending her winks during the whole meeting, she waved to Brittany as she left the room. Brittany was about to follow her when she heard someone call her brothers name or her name?
"Brian, stay!" Santana demands as she collects her things.
Brittany didn't like the tone in her voice, it actually made her wince. I guess they aren't all pussys, Santana is pretty scary.
"Yes?" Brittany asks from her seat.
Santana is glaring at her, she looks beyond pissed, but for what? Brittany has no clue. She lets out a loud sigh before speaking.
"Brian. We talked about this last week, you are to show up early for work every day. You cannot be late! When we have a meeting like today, you need to show up at least thirty minutes prior! I also don't like to be interrupted while I'm trying to start the meeting, so avoid bumping into my other employees!" Santana was yelling by the end of her rant. "Got it?" She was giving Brittany an evil glare, Brittany swears Santana is looking into her soal right now.
Brittany nods, she's so scared that she slips up before she can even stop herself.
Santana had just picked her stuff up and was about to leave when Brittany spoke.
"Yes, Santana." Brittany says with her deep voice, she quickly snaps her hand to cover her mouth. Oh she fucked up.
The Latina abruptly stopped and the room went silent.
Brittany had forgotten she wasn't herself, and that this wasn't the Santana from the club. She knew she was going to regret that.
Santana just slowly grabs hold of the door, closing and locking it before turning around to glare at Brittany.
Brittany swears she could see the steam coming out of her ears. Her eyebrows were so pinched together she's pretty sure Santanas face will get stuck.
"Listen here, Brad!" Santana snaps. Brittany rolls her eyes because Santana had just called her Brian a second ago. No way she forgot her name already. "I'm the boss here, you call me Mrs Lopez. That's it! Don't think for ONE second that I won't fire you! If you fuck up again as bad as you did today, I will make sure you regret it! Now go do your job before I find someone else to do it better!" She finishes with a red face, veins popping out of her neck and forehead, at some point she had slapped the table and was now leaning over it to show the authority she had over Brittany.
'Yea the others are 100%, not pussys' Brittany thought. She slowly stands up and nods to San- I mean Mrs Lopez. She was trying hard not to let Santana hear a piece of her mind. But she has to remind herself shes undercover to protect this woman. If Santana knew what Brittany's real job was, then she wouldn't be so mean. But boy would Brittany love to tell this woman off.
'I wonder if this is why Brian asked me to take over' Brittany thought as she left the room and headed back to her desk. One thing she has to admit was how sexy the Latina looked while angry. Brittany can't lie, she might have stolen a few glances down to the Latinas cleavage as she took big inhales to shout at Brittany. The way her Brests spilt a little out of her shirt from the angle over the table, wow. Brittany wishes she had tapped that.
She sat down in her office and opened her computer. Thankfully Brian had created multiple folders filled with instructions from the past three weeks and what she has to have done by this Friday. Brittany let out a sigh of relief as she worked away on Mrs Lopez's Schedule for next week.
Later that day
Brittany finally walked into her brother's apartment around 7 o'clock. After her little incident with Mrs Lopez this morning, Brittany had been hard at work to complete the schedule for next week. it was a lot more complicated then she thought. She had a bunch of meetings and lunches to attend. Jamie had emailed her the additional events and interviews Santana would be attending. Brittany was basically pulling her hair out by the end of the day.
When 5 o'clock rolled around Brittany was up and excited to go home. Just as she turned her computer off, Rachel had walked into her room with a box filled with files. Brittany gave her a confused looked.
Rachel just replied with, "Mrs Lopez's orders, she wants them all typed in alphabetical order before you leave," Rachel gave Brittany an apologetic smile, she knew Brian got snapped at today. As soon as the meeting room door closed, she knew what was to come.
Brittany just grunted in frustration as she took the box and dropped it on her desk. After waiting for her slow ass computer to turn back on, she spent the next hour and a half doing as Mrs Lopez wanted. As it hit 6:30 pm, Brittany had only reached halfway. frustrated she gave up and claimed she'll continue tomorrow on her lunch break.
She quickly shut down her office and left before Mrs Lopez could catch her.
She finally got outside the building and took a breath of relief. Finally fresh air, and not 50th level reused oxygen. Brittany looked around the parking lot for Brian. Right... She forgot she told Brian she would take a taxi home due to the unexpected additional hours. Fuck she better be getting paid for this bull shit.
As she waited for her Taxi to show, she noticed a Black Range Rover in one of the front parking spots. She admired the car, clearly, the owner had good taste in cars.
She thought about how she wished she drove today, she could have been home and in bed by now. Brittany has a sexy Black Sierra HD Denali (truck). Brittany loves her trucks, it comes in handy when she goes camping or needs to move furniture.
She stares at the Range rover thinking about if she could ever own one. 'Naaa, I can't abandon my love for trucks or motorcycles.' She laughs to herself in thought.
She sees her taxi pulling up and gives one last glance to the building which she has learnt to hate. She didn't even get a chance to admire her view from her office. In her motion to turn to the taxi, something catches her eyes. Or someone she should say.
Leaning against the driver's door is one Mrs Lopez with a cigarette in hand. Brittany connects eyes with the Latina watching as she takes a hit then lets out the smoke. Fuck, even her smoking is sexy. The gaze is intense, the honking from the taxi catches Brittany's attention. She turns to get in, ignoring the glaring her new boss is doing.
Which leads her to now, dropping all her shit on the floor and falling onto the couch. Brian appears out of nowhere laughing.
"Hey Britt, how was 'work'. He emphasises the word work with a large smirk on his face.
Brittany just groans in response, she thinks about everything that happened this morning. Then she got up and started to slap Brian.
"You ass! You didn't tell me I was the assistant of THE fucking Mrs Lopez. Or the shit I had to know for the fucking meeting today. Or the fact the woman is a bitch who literally hates life!" Brittany snaps.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Okay? I had something to do today and I didn't have time to explain it all. That's why I left you those files on the computer. By the way, why are you home so late? You're supposed to be done at 5." Brian asked as he sat down on the couch.
Brittany followed releasing a big sigh. Here we go.
"Well, I had a minor disagreement with Mrs Lopez today. She made me stay late to do absolute bull shit." Brittany spat out.
Brian quickly turned to face her with a concerned look. "You didn't blow your cover right?" He asked frantically.
"What no!" Brittany took that offensively. "I'm a good agent, I know how to be undercover. It just turns out I might have met THE famous singer Santana Lopez last Saturday?" Brittany said as Brians face changes from worried to amused, then to confusion.
"Wha- How?"
"On my case, the one with the drug lord named Pablo. Well, Sam and I had found out the ass was gonna be at this night club. We went and to waste some time we had a little fun. Turns out Mrs Lopez is a naughty girl on the dance floor." Brittany says making them both burst out with laughter.
"Oh god Britt, only you would somehow get into a fucked up situation like that."
"yea well it's your fault."
So what happened? What was the minor disagreement?"
"I might have been late because I didn't know where I was going, then I bumped into Jamie outside the meeting room which apparently interrupted Mrs Lopez. And what really made her explode was me calling her Santana instead of Mrs Lopez. She was angry."
"Oh yea, she's adamant about people being formal with her. She wasn't so bad with me, but then yet again I was there from the start, you did get kinda thrown into it all. I'm sorry." Brian guilty looks down at his hands.
"Hey its okay, I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. But hey, I'm exhausted, probably going to eat then head to bed. Maybe shower. You okay to leave?" Brittany asks.
"No yea, it's cool. I have to work on some things anyway. But at least your all set up in the bachelor pad. Tubs should be somewhere in my room- or your room." Brian corrected himself. "All your clothes are in there and my stuff is at yours. So yea, enjoy the bachelor pad while you have it." He jokes as he stands up and hugs her. Then he proceeds to leave.
"Bye." Brittany says as she closes the door.
"Fucking stupid case." She grunts out. "Tomorrow better be fucking better or I'm not gonna be able to last much longer."
Announcement:
Hey yall, this is the new story I was talking about. I hope this is also something you guys can enjoy reading. Let me know what you think.
Also if your wondering what Brian's nick name sounds like, it's Bri (Br-eye)