"Are you okay?" Says the Latina.

Brittany just looks at her and shakes her head no.

"Alright let me take a look at that ankle for you. I noticed when I was driving by that you might have twisted it. I am going to try to get you up after taking a look at that ankle, okay?"

All Brittany could do was nod her head because she was trying hard not to cry in front of this woman.

After the Latina took a look at Brittany's ankle she told her that it looked to be just a sprain and that she had her doctor's office a few minutes down the street from here and that she could wrap that ankle up for her. Brittany agreed and the Latina helped her into a black SUV.

"Thank you so much for all the help and taking me to get this wrapped up. My name is Brittany by the way " Brittany says as she extends her hand to shake the Latina's.

"Nice to meet you Brittany, I'm Santana"

Ten minutes earlier

Santana is rushing to get to the office early this morning to meet a potential new doctor to help her with her work load at the practice but needed to stop by the Coffee Bean first. If Santana is up this early then she NEEDED some caffeine to wake up. As she headed to the Coffee Bean she noticed she was approaching a woman with blonde hair. She thought to herself that she now knows when this woman makes her way into work. As Santana slowed for a red light she saw the blonde trip and fall to the ground. Santana rushed to pull the car over and jumped out to make sure that this woman was okay.

Present:

Santana brings Brittany into the practice and tells her to have a seat on the table so that she can wrap up her ankle. The whole ride to the office was filled with awkward silence. Santana finally gets to meet this woman and all she could do was hum at the radio. Santana was so mad that she wasn't talking to this woman that she has dreamt of meeting for a while now. Brittany was the one to ask a question first.

"So how long have you worked here?"

"About a year and a half, I opened this place when the hospital I worked for was giving me a lot of grief about my volunteering.And not being able to be there at their beck and call. " Santana says with a smile.

This was the chance that Santana was waiting for, to get to know this woman she was so intrigued with and found extremely attractive for the last two months.

"What do you do for work Brittany?" Asks Santana

"Oh no! Work! I am going to be late. I am really sorry but I have to get going."

"Wait, I can drive you Brittany, you shouldn't walk on that." Santana says while pointing to Brittany's wrapped up ankle.

Brittany accepts Santana's offer to drive her to work which was only a 2 minute drive from the practice. Santana assumed that Brittany must have worked close since she sees her walking almost every day.

Before Brittany gets out of the car, Santana informs her to try to stay off her ankle as much as she can and try to ice it for 2o minutes every couple of hours, Santana hands Brittany her business card telling her if things get worse to give her a call, her cell number is on the back. Brittany flipped the card over to take a look and nods letting Santana know that she appreciates what she has done for her.

As Santana drives away she realizes that she forgot all about the new doctor candidate interviewing today and figures that they are back at the office waiting for her to arrive. That's when she looks at the time and realizes that she won't have time to grab that coffee. But after the morning that she already had, she is wide awake.

Later that evening, Santana is driving home after a long day of patients and their pain in the butt parents and notices a limping blonde walking down the sidewalk. Santana automatically pulls her car over and rolls down her window.

"Hi Brittany, You were supposed to stay off that ankle today, can I give you a lift to where you need to go?"

"No thanks, I will make due." Brittany says and she sniffles and starts limping away.

Santana didn't even think twice, she drove further up the road, parked her car and jumped out to talk to Brittany.

"Hey hey please don't cry. I'm sorry if I made you upset, I saw you limping and wanted to offer you a ride." Santana says with concern in her voice.

"Oh no, it's nothing you did. Thanks for the offer but I had a really awful day and just need to clear my head and walking always clears my head."

"Well, driving around always clears my head, how about I drive you home, just tell me the long way there so that you have some time to clear your head, I promise I won't even talk to you if you don't want me too. I just hate to see that you are still in a lot of pain" Santana offers a solution to the blonde.

"That is very sweet of you, thank you. My ankle is really killing me now anyway. I don't even think I could make it home now if I tried."

As Brittany is giving Santana directions to her house, Brittany is the one that is asking questions and Santana is more than happy answering. That ten minute car ride seemed like 2 and as they pull up to Brittany's house, Santana noticed a blonde haired boy playing soccer in the front yard.

"Wow Brittany, you and your son look so much alike." Santana mentions as she pulls up to the front of the house.

All Brittany can do is chuckle, " that's my younger brother Brett, and that woman sitting on the porch swing is Ms. Murphy, she lives on the first floor and helps look after Brett for me when I am at work."

"Oh, sorry I just assumed since he is young and looks just like you that he was your kid."

"Don't worry about it, we get that a lot. Well thank you Santana so much for everything, the only good thing that happened to me today was meeting you."

Santana blushes at Brittany's words and comes too from her daze to ask Brittany a question.

"Um, Brittany, can I offer you a ride to and from work tomorrow.? You don't live that far away from me and you are on my way into work anyway. I would hate for you to walk around on that ankle of yours and you go into work around the same time that I do." Santana nervously rambles on.

"I would love that, thank you so much!"

Two hours later Santana received a text from a number she did not recognize.

Thanks again for everything today! So happy to have met you! BTW this is Brittany =)

Here we go! Santana thinks to herself.