AN: I know I'm not updating as much as I should. I want to but the writing process is going a lot slower than I expected, but alas, an new chapter.

Brittany POV

Oh, don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me. I said you're holding back, she said SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME…

Brittany squints her eyes and fumbles around to turn off her alarm clock. With a yawn, she gets up and goes to the washroom. It's 6:45am and she wants to go in to grab some breakfast before it's full of people. She puts her hair into a ponytail and slips on some sweat pants and a hoodie before heading out into the hallway and towards the lunchroom. The hallway is quiet. She looks at her watch. It's 7:10am. She looks into the lunchroom and there is one lunch lady and two students that look like they're falling asleep in their toast and cereal.

Brittany grabs a banana and a bowl of hot oatmeal. She throws some brown sugar and almonds into it and grabs a seat. She looks out the window and sees that the weather is nice, maybe I'll have the cardio class outside, she thinks.

When she puts her bowl away, a few more people enter the cafeteria. Most of them greeting her with smiles and waves, some of them don't even look like they're fully awake. She grabs a coffee and goes back to her room and fixes her hair. She rummages through her papers to find the correct date and pulls out her cardio workout spreadsheet.

"Day 1 of… many," she says to herself. She sits down on the little couch and sips on her coffee, trying her best to be energized and upbeat to start this day off right.

By the time it hits 9:30am, Brittany is in the dance studio stretching. She's going through the work out list and sees Breanne walking in. Brittany smiles at her, but it is obvious that Breanne is not a morning person. She looks pissed off and kind of hungover.

"Did you read the cardio workout for today?" Brittany asks.

Breanne just glares at her, "Read what?"

"The… the cardio workout. It was in the package I gave you. I had all the workouts on a spreadsheet labeled by the date."

Breanne shakes her head, "No, I didn't get through it all. Just tell me what we are doing."

Brittany clears her throat, "Um, okay. We'll start out with a 10 minute warm up and stretch then go into some isolations; head, shoulders, ribs, pel –"

"I know what isolations are, keep going," Breanne says impatiently.

Brittany takes a deep break and continues, "We'll go into some jumping jacks and lunges then we'll start grooving. We'll try to keep the intensity high. We will go 15 minutes then a 3 minute break then another 15 minutes. Last 5 minutes we'll do a cool down and stretch." Brittany looks at Breanne and when she doesn't respond Brittany asks, "Does that work?"

"Huh?" Breanne snaps herself out of whatever daydream she was having, "Yeah, sure, whatever is fine."

Brittany lets out a sigh, knowing Breanne was listening to none of it. People begin trickling in so Brittany busies herself with the music, finding the right song she had prepared for the warm up. Right at 10am, Brittany asks Breanne to close to door. Surprisingly, she does it – after an eye roll.

Brittany counts heads and notices she has 20 today. Santana from New York must have arrived. She does a roll call again and tries her best to remember names, but she's really not good at them. She knows she will get some wrong.

"Rachel Berry?"

"Present, Miss Pierce," says a short Jewish girl that is overly dressed in yoga tights and high tops.

"Christopher McDavids?"

"Mhm, it's Topher," says a very fashionable man in the back left.

"Jordan Chen?"

"Here!" Says a dark haired girl in the middle row.

"Santana Lopez?"

Nothing.

Brittany is sure she counted 20 people in the room today, 22 including herself and Breanne.

"Uhh," she looks down at her paper again, "Santana Lopez?"

Brittany hears a whisper then, "Here," says a raspy voice from the right side of the room.

Brittany looks around to see where the voice is coming from, but she can't see anyone. "Uh, Santana, where are you?"

There are a few giggles and chuckles then a beautifully tanned arm raises and a head pops up from the side of a much larger, taller man covering her.

Brittany's eyes widen and is slightly taken aback from the beauty she sees. She stops herself from saying 'Wow.'

"Hi, Santana. Glad you can join us today… umm… see me after class –"

There are a bunch of 'oooh's' as if Santana were in trouble.

Brittany shakes her head, "… see me after class so I can give you a syllabus."

"Okay," she says. Again, the larger man is covering her so Brittany can only hear the voice, and what a voice it is. She continues with the rollcall.

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When the cardio class finishes outside, Brittany announces that the dance and choreography portion of the bootcamp will be in the studio at 3pm sharp and she won't tolerate any latecomers.

Most people leave with a towel in one hand and a water bottle in the other. Brittany is sweating just as much as everyone else. She doesn't know when Breanne left and she's starting not to care.

"Thank you for the wonderful cardio lesson, Miss Pierce, it sure got my heart rate up. I can't wait until the actual dance portion of the class, I'm so excited!"

Brittany smiles politely. "Thanks, you can call me Brittany. Miss Pierce makes me sound so old," she laughs. "Berry, right?"

"Yes! Berry, Rachel Berry."

"Rachel, yes, right."

"How old are you, Miss… I mean Brittany. If you don't mind me asking, you look really young to be a teacher."

Brittany laughs, "I'm 22."

Rachel gives her a smile and says something to Santana before going back into the main building. Only her and Santana are left.

They stand there looking at each other and Brittany doesn't know why Santana is standing there staring at her. She doesn't mind though, Santana is a gorgeous young woman. Brittany is captivated by her chocolate eyes, her beautifully tanned soft skin, her luscious lips that seem to be curving upward into a smile. Oh, her smile is stunning and that dimple…

"Brittany?" Santana says cautiously.

"Yes?" Brittany snaps her eyes back up to meet Santana's. Glad that she was brought back to earth before her eyes wandered down any lower.

"Umm… my syllabus?"

"Huh? Oh! Right! Yes, come with me, it's in the studio."

Brittany opens the door for Santana and Santana graciously nods and steps in. Brittany looks through her bag for the extra syllabus.

"So, Santana Lopez. You're here all the way from New York?" Brittany's eyes still busy searching for the syllabus in her bag.

"Oh! Yes, yes I am. How… how did you know? Do I sa'ow'nd like ah New Yeorka?" Santana says, trying to hold in a laugh.

Brittany stops and looks up at her deadpanned. "What?" And she knows she looks genuinely confused.

"Uhh," Santana says with eyes wide open, "I… uhh… I said 'do I sound like a New Yorker'."

"Oh!" Brittany says and goes back digging into her bag. "You said that funnynee… fun-ally…. fun-li-ly…" Brittany clears her throat and tries again, "You said that weird."

Santana chuckles, "funnily?"

Brittany looks up at her and smiles when she sees the smiles on Santana's face, "Yeah, wasn't that what I said?" They both start laughing.

When the laughter subsides, Santana continues to explain, "I was trying to do a New York accent."

"Oh! Was that what it was? I'm sorry, I've never been to New York so I don't think I've heard that accent before. Although…" Brittany looks up to think for a moment, "I think I've heard Sam do impressions with that accent before."

"Who's Sam?"

"Oh, he's my best friend."

Santana nods, "So, you've never been to New York?"

Brittany shakes her head. "It's on my bucket list though. Maybe one day I can go there to dance or to choreograph or just spend some time vacationing."

They both smile at each other. Brittany had stopped looking for the syllabus long ago. She realized she left it in her room as soon as she began looking for it, not expecting Santana to be here today, but she wanted to get to know her a little better so this was the best way to stall.

"I can't seem to find the syllabus," Brittany says as she fakes looking for it again. "I'll have to make another copy and give it to you at 3."

"Oh! Sure!" Santana says, "No problem, I can always look at Rachel's until then."

"You and Rachel… you're good friends?"

"Nope," Santana answers too quickly, "but I was assigned to be her roommate and well, she's alright I guess. I don't really know her yet."

"I'm sure you'll make some great friends here at this camp," Brittany says with a smile; mostly in regards to herself. She feels a real connection with this Santana girl and hopes maybe, just maybe, she too can make a friend at this camp.

"I hope so," Santana says with a shrug. "Anyway, I should get going. I think I need to take my first of many showers today. I'll see you at 3!"

Brittany smiles when Santana smiles, "I'll see you at 3, Santana."

With that, Santana waves and leaves the studio.

When Brittany gets back to her room she notices a missed call from Sam. She calls him back as she's stripping down to take a shower of her own.

"Hey, Bestie!" Brittany says when Sam picks up. "What's up?"

"Just wanted to see how your first day went."

"Not too bad, I really…" she looks around and notices she's in her own room but whispers anyway, "I really don't like my assistant. She's mean and I don't think she likes listening to me."

"That sucks, Britt. Just do your best I guess."

That's not really the advice Brittany was looking for but she knows Sam's not the best advice consultant either.

"Anyway, other than that the class has been great. We've only done some cardio today but everyone seems to listen well and I haven't had any issues with anyone yet."

"Did your twentieth person show?" Sam asks. Brittany had texted him yesterday telling him she was short one participant but didn't go into too much detail.

"Oh! She did! Her name is Santana and she's from New York and she's really nice!" She said a little bit too excited.

"Oh, really? You seem very enthusiastic about her Britt, she better not take my place as your best friend."

"Of course not! You're my only best friend! Anyway, she did this New York accent that I didn't know it was a New York accent and I think she may think I'm stupid for not knowing it but how am I supposed to know if I've never been to New York? I hope she doesn't think I'm stupid, I really like her and I think we can be friends."

"Sounds like you want to be more than friends," Sam mumbles.

"What?" Brittany furrows her brows and stops looking in her luggage for a clean bra.

"I said I've done the New York accent for you before," Sam says after clearing his throat.

Brittany knows that's not what Sam said originally but she shakes it off, "I know! I said that to her too! I told her my best friend…" she states very clearly, "did an impression with that accent before!"

"Really?" Sam says with joy back in his voice.

"Really! Anyway, I've got to go now. I need to take a shower and grab some lunch before the lunchroom gets too crowded then I have to prepare for the full 2-hour lesson. Oh, and I need to put Santana's syllabus in my folder before I forget," she says and grabs the papers from her notebook and shoves it into her folder.

"Sounds like this girl already has you running around," Sam laughs but Brittany knows it's not a genuine laugh.

"Stop it! She's my student and I'm just glad she made it to class. I wonder why she missed orientation though. Anyway, I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay, Britt. I miss you."

"You're so silly, I'm still in L.A.! but I miss you too," she says. She knows Sam will be unhappy if she doesn't say it back.

She hangs up and quickly turns up the music on her phone and plays it while she takes her shower.

Santana POV

Santana doesn't eat breakfast today. She skipped breakfast in favour of more sleep. Rachel's portable air purifier kept her up until 3am. Rachel woke up at 6am to turn it off, wash up and go for breakfast. That's when Santana was able to actually sleep peacefully.

She wakes up twenty minutes before cardio class and is out the door within fifteen minutes. She's standing next to Rachel, ready to get this class over with when a big buffoon stands in front of her.

"Hey! Andre! Mind if you stand in the back so the rest of us can see the instructor?"

He doesn't answer.

Rachel taps on his back and he turns around, "Excuse me, but would you mind moving to the back of the class so my friend here can see the front?"

The man just shakes his head. "Can't. I have to be up front. I have to learn." He turns back around.

Rachel looks at Santana and shrugs. They're about to move to another part of the room but they hear a voice and that means class has started.

When Big Foot bends down to tie his shoe laces, Santana finally sees the face of her teacher. She's gorgeous! Santana takes in the cat like blue eyes, the slim toned figure, the long smooth legs, the bright shiny blonde hair that's currently swept up into a high pony, the smile. My god, that smile. As soon as she thinks her instructor is about to turn her head and make eye contact, Jumbo Jet in front of her stands up and covers her view again. She tries to remember what she saw. She tries to remember the breathtaking features of her dance teacher when something pokes her in the arm. She turns and glares at Rachel.

"It's not polite to ignore your teacher," Rachel whispers.

"What?" Santana whispers back in irritation.

"Your name was just called."

And as soon as Rachel says that, Santana hears her name being called again.

"Santana Lopez?"

"Here!" she says right away.

"Uh, Santana, where are you?"

She raises her hand and steps to the side to poke her head around the tower that won't move. Miss Pierce had told her she wanted to see her after class and normally she finds it incredibly awkward to talk to her teachers, but this was different, she was actually looking forward to the class ending so she can finally talk to her without a wall between them.

The class was hard. The class was fucking hard. It was fun. But, fuck, Santana hasn't sweat like this since cheerleading practices years ago.

Rachel starts talking to Miss Pierce and Santana just rolls her eyes. She wants to talk to her teacher and Rachel is so damn chatty.

"Call me Brittany..." She hears Miss Pierce say.

Brittany, Santana thinks to herself. Such fitting name. It matches her smile, her voice, her body. She starts to smile to herself but then drops her lips back down so she doesn't look like a fucking idiot.

She finds out Brittany is 22 years old – which is only one year older than her. Wow, I really need to get my shit together. She's teaching a class and I have no fucking clue what I'm doing and where I'm going with life.

She doesn't notice when Rachel leaves and she's left standing there staring at Brittany. She's tall, Santana thinks when she realizes she has to slightly tilt her head upward in order to look directly into those baby blues. Shit! She's been staring way too long.

Santana isn't one to make jokes or say anything remotely funny if it's not to insult someone but a stupid New York accent comes out when she finds out Brittany knew where she was from. She feels like a grade 'A' idiot when Brittany doesn't get what she was trying to do. She has never wanted to slap herself more than she does right now. Her mind quickly focuses on how cute and endearing Brittany is when she tries to say the work 'funnily.' Santana found it incredibly adorable when Brittany tried three times to say the word. Each time cuter than the last.

When Brittany tells her that she will talk to her again later to give her the syllabus, and then smiles, Santana gets an insane pounding in her chest. What the fuck is that? Her stomach feels empty and full at the same time and her body feels hot and tingly. She decides it must be from the heavy work out and decides to quiet her body down with a shower.

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3pm rolls around and Rachel, being the go-getter she is, stands right up front and since this is the only person Santana somewhat knows and isn't giving her bitchy death glares, she stands there with her.

When Brittany stands in front of the class, the first thing she does is hand Santana her syllabus and Santana goes to put it next it next to her water bottle and towel before taking her spot again next to Rachel.

Brittany starts them off with a warm up and a few stretches and she goes straight into grooving and then the choreography. There is a lot of footwork that Santana can sort of get. She's more coordinated than most people give her credit for and is probably better than average at this boot-camp, although there are also a few pretty amazing dancers here too. At the first break, Brittany is bombarded by students. Santana notices a group of girls giggling in the corner and when she turns to look at them, she notices the assistant Breanne standing in the middle of the group glancing over at Brittany. She scrunches her brows at that but then continues to drink her water and chat with Rachel and another girl.

The next part of the boot-camp that comes right after choreography is cardio and freestyle that goes non-stop for an hour. At this point, even Santana can hardly stand straight and her limbs feel like jello. Her body can't keep up to the music and the dance floor is covered with droplets of everyone's sweat. Santana finds it kind of gross but at the same time kind of amazing that everyone, including herself, is working so hard. Brittany calls them all into a cypher and they begin to freestyle. Everyone is clapping to the music as they go one by one into the circle and do whatever they want. Most people cheering for each other. Finally, Brittany gets pulled into the middle and Santana knows she's not blinking. The way the girl moves is just flat out mesmerizing. Next thing she knows her hand is taken and gets pulled into the center of the cypher. Brittany winks at her and steps back out joining the rest of the group in the circle, leaving Santana in the middle to freestyle. Brittany cheers and encourages her and Santana tries to remember everything Brittany had taught her in the last hour and did some of those moves. She wiggles her hips and spins in a circle before covering her face in embarrassment and points to a random person in the circle to take her place.

When all is finished, they do a cool down and stretch out before they are dismissed. Once the door is open, a gush of cool hair hits everyone and they all moan in relief not realizing how damp it was in the studio while they were in it. Santana takes a quick glance back into the studio and sees Brittany with a mop, cleaning up the place and wonders where the hell her assistant is. Shrugging because she really doesn't have the energy right now to even think, she rushes back to her room to grab a change of clothes and shower basket so she can wash off the thick layer of sweat clinging on to her.

After she has showered, Santana walks out of the shared bathroom and notices a line up. She smirks at the fact that she managed to get to one of the stalls first. Everyone else is falling asleep sitting on the benches waiting for a stall or looks like a goddamn zombie. Although her body feels numb from the dancing and her mind is foggy and exhausted, she's surprisingly awake.

As she walks towards the main entrance, she notices a car parked on the side with its lights still on. When she turns towards the hall, she sees a freshly showered blonde walking towards her. She smiles and waves and Brittany waves back. A short honk causes both girls to jump and they look out the window.

"The fuck is that?" Santana says as she squints and tries to see past the headlights. A man hops out of the car and Santana jumps again at Brittany squealing in delight.

"Sam!" She bursts out the doors and into the man's arms.

Who the fuck is Sam? Santana thinks to herself, then remembers that he's the best friend. She can only see Brittany's back, but judging from the face that she can see, they're more than best friends. Sure, Santana has to look really hard but she sees the boy hug the blonde tightly with a huge smile on his face. He hands her something from his pocket and even though Santana can't see it, she knows Brittany is smiling, because that's what Brittany does - at least that's what Santana thinks Brittany does. A wave of something unpleasant hits her when she sees Brittany slip something on her right hand and when she drops her arm to continue talking to the man, she notices a ring around her middle finger. Something sinks in her chest. She sees Brittany tilt her head slightly upward then to the side and her hand goes up to rest on his chin. She can't see the dude's face but from the looks of it, it sure as hell looks like they're kissing. Why the fuck are they kissing if they're just best friends? A wave of recognition hits her when she realizes where her thoughts went to. The fact that her and Quinn do it, why can't Brittany and this Sam guy do it? Why? Because there aren't any feelings between her and Quinn that's why! Without thinking anymore about this awkward situation, all Santana knows is that she can't bear to watch anymore so she turns in heads down the hall towards her room.

Santana thought there was some sort of connection between her and Brittany but boy was she wrong and even then, why would it matter? Why does she feel this strange urge to hit someone or kick something when she sees Brittany kiss some guy? Why did she assume Brittany was attracted to her? Why did she even consider the fact that Brittany was remotely gay? Why? She wasn't attracted to Brittany, she's not gay, kissing Quinn confirmed that. She just thinks Brittany is totally cool and talented. Maybe she just wanted to kiss her like she kissed Quinn because girls' lips are softer. Why is her heart feeling a weird ache telling her that she should be upset? Why the fuck does she want to punch Sam in the fucking face?