You can already tell that you're going to have a bad day today. Most people would think you're strange for knowing that when you've only been awake for about ten minutes and for those ten minutes you just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. But you just know, you're like a psychic. You knew it was going to be a bad day when you hurt your ankle and you know you're going to have a bad day today.

It's things like the weather that makes you so sure, it's cold and looking out the window you can see that the sky is full of grey, dark clouds and you can't even see the sun. There's also a pain in your ankle which hasn't been this bad since you first returned home.

You've been having alot of bad days since you first started getting pain in your ankle. At first you ignored it despite all your friends telling you to stop and get it looked at. But, you had been dancing and getting injuries your whole life, you knew how to deal with it, you just needed some ice and it would eventually heal itself.

That was your first mistake. You ended up turning wrong during a live take and ended up getting taken out in a wheelchair and being taken to the hospital, where they took some x-rays and you learnt that your way of dealing with injuries was definitely the wrong thing to do. Turns out your injury was so bad because your ankle hadn't healed from any previous injuries and was now too far gone. The doctors told you you needed surgery and even with physical therapy, you would unlikely be able to dance again.

That's when days got really bad. You stayed locked up in your apartment, refused to eat and pushed all of your friends away from you. Eventually, your mom found out how bad it was she flew over and made you go back home to live with her. She didn't like you being alone, especially in that mental state. It was probably for the best though no matter how much you cried and tried to fight her.

Since working at Arrow, you've been working on your feet for most days and you're pretty sure you walk more in a day than you did the entire three weeks after your surgery, even on crutches, which is probably why the pain has started again. Although, another reason could be that you pushed yourself more than usual at physical therapy. Your doctor told you to only do as much as you could handle, but you lied and told her you were fine and too continue. You also did more exercise when you came home, which you're starting to regret but know that it'll be worth it when you're back dancing again, even if it's not professional. You don't care what the surgeon said, not dancing is like not breathing. You can't live without it.

It's not like you can even just spend the day in bed, resting it because even though it's supposed to be your first day off in five days, your boss, the big boss not Santana, woke you up with a phone call asking if you could cover someone's all day shift since they had called in sick and for some reason you said yes, maybe because you felt bad since you were the only person available and you didn't want to leave everyone else in the shit, or maybe it was because you would be able to see Santana. Also the extra money would be good.

Covering your face, you can't help but groan into your hands at the thought of spending another twelve hours at Arrow, especially with your ankle.

Of course the job's not that bad. Okay, that's a huge lie. You hate it. You really fucking hate it. You're constantly on your feet, customers are rude to you for literally no reason, you still have no idea what products go in which aisle, you get lost easily, you work alone most of the time which is really boring and the hours are really long and you're just exhausted. If you've learned one thing from working at Arrow, it's that you have a whole new respect for people who work in stores. Or any type of job that involves serving people for that matter.

You also miss your old dance studio, with your dancer friends (that aren't really your friends anymore), where you know what you're doing and are actually good at it and the only time you get shouted out is when people are shouting out choreography.

The only good thing about being stuck at Arrow are the few friends that you've made. At least you hope that they're your friends. You know that Santana is your friend but now there's also Mike, Quinn, Mercedes and Tina who you sit with you on breaks and will come over and talk to you when there's nothing else to do. But, then again you only talk to them when you're at work. It's not like what you did with your dancer friends back in LA where you would go get drinks after work, talk about personal things and text each other memes when you were at home and to make sure that they were okay. Here you don't even have anyone's number. Not even Santana's.

So, maybe you don't have actual friends. Maybe you just have work friends.

You're sulking more than you normally do when you come into the locker room first thing in the morning.

You're tired, your ankle is killing and you're bored already.

All before you shift has even started.

Leaning against the cold metal of your locker, you stare into the space, which happens to be where Claire and Shane are having a thumb war that is going to end badly since they're both well into their 70's. Normally you would be joining everyone shouting 'fight' and taking bets on who's wrist breaks first.

However the thumb war gets cut short for you when Mike, already in his red waistcoat, cuts off your sight and waves his hand in front of your face.

"Where'd you go?" He asks.

"No where?" You murmur, too tired to even talk.

"Are you okay? You seem sad."

"I'm just tired. I'll be fine." You sigh but Mike doesn't seem convinced at your answer and keeps looking at you to continue. Damn, you thought you were a good liar, "Look, my ankles also kinda bothering me too. I don't think I can stand around for much longer let alone walking around all day. But, I'll be okay, I'm just gonna ask Santana to put me on customer service or the register so I can sit down."

After you've mentioned the Latina, you glance around the room to find her but unfortunately she's nowhere to be seen. In your head you start to list the reasons why she's not in the room, like she had a floor managers meeting, when Mike notices you looking for her and gives you the bad news;

"She's not here."

"What?" You can feel your lips quiver and your eyes start to water and you know it's pathetic but you really needed her to be in today, "Where is she? Yesterday she said she would see me tomorrow and tomorrow is today and she's not here?"

Feeling yourself get upset you rub your face before Mike puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, Britt. She's always off on Sunday mornings, she has a thing, she should be in sometime this afternoon." He reassures you and walks to sit at one of the tables as your boss comes in with today's announcements.

Even if she comes in later that still means you're without her for a couple hours which you've never done before. What if you don't know what you're doing and no one else helps you? Or if a customer shouts at you? Santana always argues back with customers and you don't think you can do this without her.

Bad just went to shitty real fast.

Since Santana isn't in to do her floor manager duties such as give the floor employees a department to work in, the other floor manager has to do that instead and that's when you learn that the other floor manager, who's name you forgot, is the biggest bitch you've ever met. She wouldn't let you work the register or at customer service so you could sit down because apparently you 'haven't had enough training' and she didn't have time to babysit you, and sure she's right about that and is just doing her job but you still think she's a bitch. Santana would let you.

So instead you're in the beauty department again, something that you're comfortable doing after working this part so much. It is kind of okay, you do get a seat in the corner of the counter and only have to stand up when someone wants you to do something, which you learnt is a lot more on a Sunday then a weekday when you normally work it and you're not sure why you were so surprised at that. At least it's better than stocking or doing go-backs.

Plus you have Quinn to talk to, which is nice. Sure, she intimidated you alot at first and you were scared to talk to her until she defended you against some guy who was shouting at you over pasta for literally no reason. After that she asked if you wanted to sit with her at lunch since you both had the same break schedule and you've been kind of, maybe just work friends ever since.

"So, what kind of dancing did you do in LA?"

"Oh I did pretty much everything; tours, music videos, shows, choreography." You mumbled, playing with the ring on your finger. You don't really like talking about what you used to do. It just makes you sad that you're not able to do it anymore.

"That's awesome. You've done all that and you're what twenty-three?"

"Twenty-two."

"Brittany, that's amazing. You must be proud of yourself for accomplishing so much." Praises Quinn and you know she's just trying to get to know you better and find out what your life was like before Arrow, but this conversation is making you really depressed.

You wished Santana was here. The two of you never talk about personal stuff like that. It's normally just fun, care free stuff that makes you both laugh. It's the small things like that which makes you happy to work with her.

"Yeah, I suppose so. What do you know about Santana?" You ask, changing the subject away from you.

"Not much. I've only been here a few months and she pretty much just keeps to herself and only talks about work. She hangs around with Mercedes and Mike a lot though and not just at work. The three of them have been good friends since high school. And I guess you now too." Quinn explains.

"Huh- I didn't go to high school with them."

"No- I meant that she hangs around you too."

"Oh yeah, I guess. We don't talk outside of work though." You point out. "I wish we could though."

Quinn smiles at that. You think she knows you have a crush on her. Santana not Quinn.

"Well why don't you ask her?" The other blonde suggests. "Ask if she wants to hang out or ask for her number. If it was anyone else she would probably tell them to fuck off but she seems to like you which is impressive since she doesn't really like anyone. She also actually calls you by your name, she doesn't even do that with Mercedes or Mike."

"She calls me Britt-Britt." You utter like it's some sort of secret. You suppose it is. Santana only calls you it when you're alone together.

"That's adorable." Quinn beams and you can't help but blush, "Maybe Lopez is actually a huge softy when it comes to you. Oh an-"

"Hey, Brittany." You can't help the grin that appears and you stand up as soon as you hear that voice, you don't care how bad your ankle is, you've waited all day to hear that voice. You give Santana a little wave as she reaches the counter and in return she gives you her special Santana smile which shows her dimples. The smile soon disappears as she turns to Quinn and nods, "Fabray."

Quinn just nods at her in acknowledgment before walking out of the counter and towards a customer who's looking at pallets.

"So, I see the store is still in one piece." Santana jokes, elbows on the counter with her chin leaning on her fists.

"Yup!" You grin. "Also, I haven't broken anything yet, or been shouted out." You're actually pretty proud of yourself, it's the longest you've gone without either of those things happening and with how you were feeling, you knew that if either of those things had happened today you would have had a break down and tried to use the forklift.

Maybe you shouldn't joke about using the forklift, but you really were in a bad mood.

"Wow, that's impressive." Santana gushes, "Maybe I should leave more often."

"No, please don't do that." You beg. "You're pretty much the only good thing about this place. Well, you and the paycheck."

She ducks her head and smiles. You definitely just made her blush, "Well I'm happy you like me being here. You're pretty much the only good thing here for me too. Except the paychecks."

Now it's your turn to blush, which is bad considering everyone can tell when you blush. Even the people that are in grocery and that's on the other side of the store.

Removing her arms from the counter and straightening up she taps her hand on the counter nods towards somewhere else in the store, "Come on then, Brittz, Fabray can handle it over here, let's get you trained up on the registers some more.

" You give her a curious look. Can she read your mind? You hope not, then she'll know that you wanna poke her dimples and get freaked out. Also Brittz? That's new. You like it.

"I've been told that you asked this morning because your ankle hurt and the bitch said no and refused wouldn't train you herself."

Oh. Awesome.

"Sorry, but this register is closed." Apologies Santana to the fifth customer in the past ten minutes.

Currently, you're sat down at the register while Santana stands behind you, leaning forward to show you how everything on the screen works. It's pretty confusing but you're getting there.

"But, you're standing at the register already. Just serve me." Demands the customer and you can literally hear Santana's teeth grinding.

"I'm sorry but we're in the middle of training so you're going to have to wait in line at another check out." Santana tells the customer giving her her best fake smile.

"Come on, It'll take two minutes. I have places to be." The customer argues and you feel Santana stand up straight behind you and you just know she's giving this bitch her best glare.

"I've already told you I can't. If you have places to be then you should have thought about that before you came to a store on a weekend. So I suggest you go to another checkout because the red light on this one means it's closed." Snaps Santana and the woman rolls her eyes before going to join the line for the next checkout.

"People are fucking idiots." Santana mutters into your ear as she leans back over and taps the screen, "If anyone tries to argue against you about something like that just give it to them straight otherwise you'll end up on the register all day when you're supposed to be doing something else. If you're not comfortable with that come find me and I'll do it for you."

You know you'll always probably have to and find her. You've never been good at confrontation.

"I will, thanks." You smile and focus on the screen, or at least try your best too but it's kind of boring which Santana seems to notice because she snaps her fingers to try and get your attention again, "Sorry."

"It's okay. I don't blame you in all honesty."

You can feel her gaze on you as you look at the different fruits on the screen.

"You still hate it here, huh?" She asks, stepping away so that she can look at you.

Turning your chair towards her, you give her a small nod and you can feel your heart sink when you watch as Santana's face falls.

"It's not all bad. I like being with you." You offer with a soft smile and know it's the right answer when she smiles back at you while ducking her head.

"Good, I know it must suck for you, y'know with your life completely changing and coming to this shit show of a job but I'm glad that I make it bearable for you. I've been here for six years and honestly you're the best thing that's happened here."

You can't help but tear up at that and quickly wipe your eyes which Santana doesn't see since she's too busy focused on playing with her fingers. Something you've noticed when she gets nervous, which isn't a lot, actually she only really does it around you.

"Well for me anyway. Pretty sure you've broken more stuff than anyone else here has in just one week." She jokes and you give her a small shove before you both turn back to the register and she picks up the scanner and points it at you.

"Are you gonna shoot me?" You laugh and you can see the red beam on your nose.

"I am if you don't start doing some work."

"Well I would but I have no idea what i'm doing since my teacher is pointing a laser at me."

Santana brings the scanner closer to your face and you manage to poke her in the stomach and grab it off her before she can scan you some more.

Those scanners may be working for the government. You can never be too careful.

"Ha! Freeze." You holler and point the scanner at her and giggle as you watch the red beam on her nose and her brown eyes follow it.

However, both of your laughs get cut short when you recognise the customer from before, glaring at the two of you, her cart now filled with bagged groceries.

"This is what you call training?" Hisses the customer, as she shakes her head. This time both you and Santana roll your eyes at her, "Maybe if you both did your job instead of acting like children, you would have already been trained so that you can actually serve your customers. After all, we're the only reason you have a job. Maybe you should start treating us with respect."

"And maybe you should get the stick out of your ass." Snaps Santana, shocking both you and the customer, "I'm so terribly sorry that we're joking around and actually sort of enjoying ourselves for once instead of trying to kiss the ass of stuck up assholes like you, who make us as miserable as you and who think you're better than us."

The customer doesn't even try to argue, she just huffs and turns her cart around and goes to walk out the entrance doors.

"Hey, you can't go that way! That's the entrance only, the exits over there." You shout before she has time to escape, and point towards the other automatic doors just a few feet away. She doesn't listen to you though, she just flips you off and ends up crashing her cart into another customer who's trying to enter. See, this is why people need to follow the rules and leave out of the exit door.

"Don't bother coming back." Santana yells and flips her off, even though she has her back turned, making sure to keep her hand out of the security camera's view.

"And now you have just banned your first customer out of the store. Congratulations! It only gets more fun." She jokes, at least you think she's joking. Also you didn't really do much. "Anyway, don't wanna deal with anyone else right now so how about we go take a break and then I'll finish up training you. Don't worry there's not much left."

"I thought your break wasn't for another few hours."

"Eh, I can take as many breaks as I want, no one's gonna tell me otherwise, I think Will's scared of me." She shrugs and grabs your hand to pull you up, "Let's go."

It's been a long ass day and you're at the point of exhaustion where you have your arms crossed on the register with your head laying on them as you watch the remaining last minute shoppers and count down the minutes until you can go home and forget that this place exists until you have to do it all over again tomorrow.

It took a while but Santana finally taught you all about how to use the register. It probably wouldn't have taken as long if you both hadn't kept getting distracted by talking and teasing each other. You had also managed to convince Santana to let you draw a barcode on her arm to see if the scanner picked up on it. It didn't.

Once Santana had left you on your own so you could actually serve customers, Mercedes, who was at the register next to yours, told you that she's never seen anyone get that trained up to work on the register before and everyone else had to just figure it out. She also told you it was probably because Santana actually liked you and wanted to spend more time with you. Also that she was more than likely avoiding all the actual jobs she had to do.

Right now you can't help but stare at the man who has been staring at which avocado to buy for the last five minutes as your co-workers are around him trying to close up for the night. You make a promise to never shop late ever again.

The man is finally about to choose when your view gets blocked by Santana's ass that sits on the conveyor belt. You didn't even see her come over.

"Hey, you." She smiles and pushes some of the blonde hair that had fallen from your ponytail back behind your ear.

That alone makes you no regret saying yes when you were asked if you would work today.

"Hey." You yawn, not even bothering to try and cover it with your hand.

"You seem tired." She laughs when you start yawning again

"It's been a long day."

"So it has." She agrees.

You can't help but be confused by that. She never even came to work until two, and looking at the time now it's almost ten so, sure, she's been here for a while but you can't help but wonder what she was doing this morning and every other Sunday that makes her not come into work until the afternoon. Is it too much of a personal question to ask? You like that you and Santana don't talk about personal stuff and don't want to ruin that incase it leads to any drama. But right now your brain isn't really thinking so you ask the question anyway, "Where were you this morning? I missed you?"

Okay, so you definitely didn't mean for that last part to come out no matter how true it was.

"I had a family thing." She whispers, stroking your hair again and you can feel yourself starting to fall asleep, "Britt, why don't you go home? There's like one person here plus it was supposed to be your day off, even if there's only like two hours left of the day you should go home and sleep."

"Bu-" You start, and go to lift your head up, but she interrupts you and moves her hand from your hair to your own hand and starts to play with your fingers.

"Don't worry. I'll do the register."

God, this girl is amazing.

"Okay, but on one condition." You say and there's a slight silence before you realize that Santana is waiting for you to continue. "You give me your number."

Your eyes are closed as your head is still resting on your arms and you smile as you hear the giggle you've become so obsessed with.

"Smooth, Pierce. Real smooth."

Yeah. Yeah you're smooth.

She pulls her hand away, but not before lingering her pinky around yours for a few seconds, and reaches into her shirt to pull her phone out and hands it to you. Boob phone. Awesome.

So with that you manage to gain enough strength to lift yourself out of the chair and towards the locker room with Santana's number and a numb ass.

Maybe today wasn't as bad as you thought it was going to be after all.

thank u for all the support with this:) means alot since ngl i have no idea what imdoing