Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters. I am only borrowing them for the purpose of this story.
Summary: Brittany has a bit of a crush on Dr Lopez. She finds the perfect opportunity to get close when she gets a little hurt.
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Brittany has always been a bit of a clumsy girl.
Sometimes she trips over her own feet. She knocks over glassware on the table. She drops boxes that she's carrying and stubs her own toe.
However, despite the blonde being incredibly clumsy, she is an amazing dancer. Don't even ask me how. It's almost like her clumsiness has an on and off switch. When she's dancing, she never trips over her own feet. She doesn't knock over glassware on the table. She doesn't stub her own toe with boxes.
It's quite a miracle.
When the clumsy switch is set to 'ON' however, Brittany is prone to set some, ah, difficulties on the people around her. Such as the time when she walked into someone with a fresh cup of coffee that she just got from Starbucks in her hands. The coffee was very hot. You can imagine what happened to the unlucky person who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. There was also that time when she was at the restaurant, when she pushed her chair back to stand up at the worst possible time. The unfortunate waiter, who was carrying about $100 dollars' worth of luxurious food in one hand and four glasses of rather expensive looking wine on a serving platter in the other, got hit by the rather fast chair, and I guess you can also imagine what happened. I'll just describe the aftermath. The poor man had sauce all over his face, with a few slices of cut steak sticking at random places here and there, one in his eye, his entire suit and tie were ruined and soaked by the expensive wine, and there was also a red patch on his forehead that was definitely not from food. He may have sustained minor injuries from the incident. The most amazing thing was, despite the rather ungraceful fall of the man and food flying everywhere, Brittany got away unscathed. No sauce on her, no wine, definitely no cut pieces of steak. She didn't get scratched at all. Quinn, on the other hand, who was sitting rather far away from the incident at the other side of the table, got soaked, probably from the wine, and there was one lobster sticking out of her mouth.
It took a lot of charm and effort on Quinn's part to convince the restaurant not to fine the two blondes. She ate the lobster in her mouth, by the way.
Up to this day, neither Brittany nor Quinn could figure out how the lobster managed to end up in her mouth.
Oh yeah, talking of Quinn, Quinn is Brittany's roommate. Her only roommate. Now that has its perks. Quinn and Brittany get along really well, they're best friends, so naturally, they really enjoy their time together when they're home. However, it also means that Quinn is normally the sole receiver of the difficulties that Brittany is prone to inflict.
Today was no exception.
Quinn was really looking forward to a date she had with her long-term on-and-off boyfriend, Noah 'Puck' Puckerman. She really likes him, so she spent about two hours, with Brittany's help, by the way, to pick out a dress. The dress she eventually settled on was the very first one she picked up, just so you know. She then spent another two hours in the bathroom, perfecting her makeup. She looked really pretty. Beautiful even. Now Brittany was gay, so she had no problem admitting that Quinn was beautiful. Quinn, on the other hand, has some, um, sapphic tendencies, but she would never admit it, so it is currently unknown that if she finds Brittany beautiful, or has harboured any feelings towards the taller blonde in the past. Either way, the two blondes never overstepped the boundary line between friends and more than friends.
Anyway, as Quinn finally finished her preparations and was about to leave for her date, something rather bad happened. Quinn was at the top of the staircase, about to descend to reach the front door, hair meticulously tied up with a few tendrils of blonde hair flowing down near her cheeks, rosy blush in place, eyeliner done to perfection, with a silky lime dress that hugged her slim figure and accentuated her hazel-green eyes, when Brittany walked into her.
Brittany was very excited on behalf of Quinn, which would be why she didn't realise that Quinn hadn't started walking down the stairs already, so Brittany walked into Quinn, pushing her forward.
Quinn was centimetres from the first stair.
The next few seconds were not a pretty sight.
Anyway, flash forward about ten seconds, and Quinn was sprawled at the base of the staircase, just in front of the front door actually. She seemed to be in considerable pain.
Brittany sprinted down the stairs to rush to her best friend's aid, but on the last few steps, she tripped and fell. Straight onto Quinn's body.
"Ow!" Quinn yelped as she felt the not-so-light body of Brittany crash onto her.
Brittany quickly got off Quinn, silently thanking the gods that she didn't get hurt (as usual) and stood up.
"Are you okay?" Brittany asked the shorter blonde.
"No," Quinn whimpered. "I just fell down the stairs, and then you fell on me. How would I be okay?"
"I fell down the stairs too," Brittany near-whispered. "And I didn't get hurt,"
"That's because you're Brittany!" Quinn shouted as if it was an explanation. To be fair, it kind of was. Then she felt a wave of pain at the exertion and groaned again.
"I don't think you can make it to the date anymore," Brittany said sadly. She had really been looking forward to it! Not that she was going to take part in Quinn and Noah's date anyway. But she was still really excited!
"I don't think so either," Quinn winced. "I think I need a doctor,"
"Yeah, I think so too," Brittany furrowed her brows in worry. "Come on, I'll drive you to the clinic,"
Quinn's eyes widened. "No, please don't drive me," she begged. "Let's take the cab."
"The cab is expensive though," Brittany said.
"Please, let me take the cab," Quinn pleaded.
"Okay," Brittany acquiesced. "We can take the cab."
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Brittany sat quietly on a chair in the waiting room of the clinic, nervously twiddling her thumbs and swinging her feet. She really hated hurting other people, but it just seemed to be inevitable. No matter how hard she tried, someone always gets hurt. Quinn had limped into the room to get checked about half an hour ago. Brittany didn't actually see who the doctor was, because she was trying to figure out how to use the vending machine. When she finally managed to buy a chocolate bar, she saw Quinn limping towards the door of a room, quickly disappearing inside.
Hopefully, Quinn was okay.
The door that Quinn walked through half an hour ago opened again.
Not willing to wait anxiously any longer for the outcome of Quinn's rather ungraceful injuries, Brittany rushed towards the door, and without knocking or anything, opened the now close door and strode inside.
The first thing that happened when she entered the room was trip over a table leg, sending some pieces of metal apparatus flying.
One of which hit the doctor square in the face.
Well, Brittany assumed that was the doctor, because she was wearing white and had a stethoscope around her neck.
The doctor covered her face with one hand, presumably the place where the piece of apparatus hit her. It must have hurt.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," Brittany stuttered, rushing to the doctor's aid. "Look, I'll blow it so it feels better," Brittany said frantically, and soon she was puffing mouthfuls of air into the doctor's face.
"Okay, okay," the doctor said removing her tanned hand from her face. "You can stop now," she sounded kind of amused.
"Oh," Brittany mumbled, embarrassed. She then made the mistake of looking up and getting a good look at the doctor's face, this time without her hand obstructing part of her face.
Because the doctor was the most beautiful woman Brittany had ever seen in her life.
Oh my god. Her deep, dark brown, mocha eyes that Brittany could just get lost in forever. Her long, luscious, wavy dark brown hair that cascaded down the side of her face, some parts of it reflecting light, making it look so shiny, so smooth, so silky. And her cute button nose as well. Oh, and her mouth, her lips. Her perfect, full, pouty pink lips that were just so kissable. Her defined jaw, Brittany could see her cheekbones, she just wanted to touch it, feel what it is like underneath her fingertips. And her tanned skin. It looked so soft and smooth, Brittany wanted to caress it, stroke it, feel it.
Some pretty naughty images floated through Brittany's brain, one after the other in slideshow fashion. They all contained the Latina, and herself. It started with the two holding hands. Then came the image of her kissing the doctor's pouty lips whilst tangling her fingers in her smooth, brunette hair. Then the image of tangled legs on the bed: you wouldn't be able to tell which one belonged to who if it weren't for the contrasting skin tones of the legs, two pale, two tanned. Brittany blinked to get these increasingly indecent images out of her brain. The doctor's mouth was moving.
"Did you hear a bit of what I said?" the doctor said, raising an eyebrow. Brittany blushed a deep red when she realised that everything the doctor had said when Brittany was ogling the Latina had gone into the blonde's left ear and out the right. She had not been listening at all.
"No, I'm sorry," Brittany stuttered. She could feel Quinn's smirk off the side of her face.
"I was just saying that Miss Fabray here got into a rather, um, unfortunate fall, didn't she?" the doctor smiled and that was just the most beautiful thing ever that Brittany blushed even more. She dumbly nodded. "Yes, and she sustained some injuries, that correct?" the doctor continued. The blonde nodded again. "Well, thankfully these injuries weren't very bad, just some bruises here and there. No dislocations, no broken bones, so that's good. Although she would've been much better off if a certain someone didn't fall on her, no?" the brunette smirked. Brittany gaped and simply nodded again.
"Well, I managed to fix up Miss Fabray over here, she should be fine now. Maybe use a few ice packs on the areas that feel really sore, but other than that, the wounds should heal just fine in a few days," the doctor concluded.
"Thank you so much, doctor," Quinn stood up and shook the doctor's hand. Brittany felt a little jealous that Quinn got to touch the doctor at all. Oh, how she wished she could shake the Latina's hand! She bet that her hands were really soft.
"It's my pleasure," the doctor smiled, letting go and going back to her desk, but not before picking up some pieces of apparatus that were scattered on the ground.
A few seconds passed.
"Brittany," Quinn said, impatient. "Let's go."
"Right, let's go," Brittany said absently, sneaking a last glance at the Latina who was looking back at them with an amused half-smile, before she let Quinn pull her arm and out of the room.
She left the clinic in a daze.
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"Cat got your tongue, Brittany?" Quinn smirked as they entered their flat. Brittany had spent the whole journey home not uttering a single word, which was very unusual for the bubbly blonde, as she normally has oodles of things to say. Brittany jolted and turned her head to face Quinn.
"No," she said defensively.
"Hmm, really," Quinn smirked. "You want to know what I think?" she said mysteriously. Brittany waited for her to say what she thought, but Quinn didn't say anything. A few seconds passed.
"What?" Brittany asked, prompting Quinn to continue.
"I think that you have a crush on the doctor," Quinn's smirk grew. Brittany blanched.
"Wha– no! I don't!" Brittany stuttered, face starting to blush again.
"Okay," Quinn shrugged, unconvinced. "You don't have a crush on her,"
"You're right," Brittany agreed hesitantly. "I don't."
"You don't sound so sure," Quinn said.
"Yeah, maybe I do," Brittany conceded with a sigh.
"Damn right," Quinn smirked again. "And I don't think that it's the normal crushes that you have, Brittany. This is a full-blown one. You just couldn't keep your eyes off her, could you?" she continued teasingly. "I bet that you were imagining sexy times with her in your head when she was talking to you, weren't you?"
"Quinn!" Brittany's face paled, then turned a very deep red. "That's inappropriate!"
"Oh, but you don't deny it?" Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe," Brittany conceded, "But that's none of your business!" she snapped, furrowing her eyebrows. "I'm going to bed."
"And you're going to get off thinking about her, aren't you?" Quinn drawled. "Maybe have a nice steamy sex dream with –"
"I hate you!" Brittany screamed as she disappeared up the stairs.
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It had been already two weeks, and Brittany still couldn't get the Latina doctor out of her mind. She may have had some… dreams and fantasies concerning the brunette, which is why the tall blonde is becoming more and more desperate to see her again. She just had another rather erotic dream of her doing certain things with the Latina at her workplace, such as, um, taking off her white clothes so that Brittany could examine the fabric. Also maybe some panties. Hey, she just wanted to know what brand she was wearing! And the brunette just happened to be lying on the office table, underneath the blonde. Brittany did not care to elaborate on how that happened.
Anyway, when she woke up hot and bothered she decided that she had enough. Today was the day that she would put an end to all of that. And maybe, if she was super lucky, turn her fantasies into reality. Imagine that. A drip of drool slipped out of Brittany's mouth at the thought.
"Hey, Quinn?" Brittany hissed. Quinn was sat on the sofa, clutching a cup of coffee, which she drinks every day so that she wasn't so cranky. After all, Quinn wasn't exactly a morning person. Brittany, on the other hand, did not need coffee to keep her awake in the mornings. Maybe her routine of morning runs before breakfast helped. Although recently she went on longer runs to cool herself down (ironically) after another one of those dreams.
She may have touched herself and pretended that it was tanned fingers touching her there to ease some of the tension that she had been feeling. It wasn't enough, though.
"What?" Quinn snapped, scowling.
"Um, you know that doctor that you went to a few weeks ago?" Brittany asked tentatively.
Quinn raised an eyebrow. "The gorgeous Latina one?"
"Uh, yeah, her," Brittany stuttered. She was losing confidence. She needed to get it out fast! But first, that beautiful face needed a name. "What was her name?"
Quinn's eyebrow went higher on her forehead, and this time she had a lopsided smile on her face. "Why do you want to know?"
"I've just thought of her, like right now, and it would be nice to put a name to the face," Brittany blurted nervously.
"Still haven't got over that silly crush of yours?" Quinn laughed. Brittany pouted. "Fine, her name was Dr Lopez."
"Dr Lopez, Dr Lopez," Brittany mumbled. "What was her first name?"
"Hmm, I don't remember," Quinn teased.
"Please, I really need to know," Brittany begged. Quinn smiled.
"Fine. You have to admit that you have been having sex dreams of her, though."
Brittany paled. "Quinn!" Quinn simply stared at the other blonde, challenging. "Fine," Brittany scowled. "I have."
"Say the full sentence please," Quinn ordered, smiling evilly.
"I have been having sex dreams of Dr Lopez," Brittany grumbled.
"Wow, you have?" Quinn feigned surprise. "Well, Brittany, her name was Santana."
Santana. What a beautiful name! A perfect name to a perfect person.
"Santana," Brittany tried the name on her tongue. She loved it. "Santana. Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana –"
"Just stop!" Quinn shouted in exasperation. "Now you know her name, you happy now?"
"Not yet," Brittany mumbled, blushing again. "I really want to see her again. But I don't know how to,"
"I saw her because I got hurt," Quinn shrugged. A lightbulb lit up in Brittany's head.
"Yes, Quinn! That's a great idea!" she sounded very eager. "You saw her because I hurt you. So, you have to hurt me!"
"Wait, what?" Quinn said, but she had no time to react when Brittany grabbed Quinn's hand and raked the shorter blonde's long fingernails across Brittany's hand, scratching it.
A few beads of blood dripped out of Brittany's hand.
"That's perfect!" Brittany beamed. "I need the doctor now,"
"You really don't," Quinn frowned, bewildered. "That will just heal itself in half an hour."
"Then we have half an hour to get to the clinic!" Brittany exclaimed. "Take me to the doctor, Quinn! Now!" she ordered.
"Whatever," Quinn rolled her eyes. "I'll drive you. Just so you know, you may not get her as your doctor. She may not even be working then."
"Then I will try again and again until I get her as my doctor!" Brittany said defiantly. Then a thought popped up in her head. "How did you know I've been having sex dreams of her?"
Quinn smirked again. "Oh, so you do? I've just been hearing you moan in your sleep lately. Quite loudly, in fact, I could hear it all the way from my room."
Brittany turned beet red as they walked into the car.
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"Miss Pierce?" a voice called. "The doctor is ready for you now."
A sudden wave of butterflies settled in Brittany's stomach.
"This is it. What if it isn't her?" Brittany asked Quinn, nervous.
Quinn looked up disinterestedly from her phone.
"Nah, you're being called to her room. It's definitely her," Quinn replied impatiently.
"Oh my god," Brittany was starting to freak out. "How do I look? Do my clothes look nice? Do –"
"Just go inside!" Quinn snapped and grabbed Brittany's shoulders pushing her all the way towards the door where she pushed the taller blonde harshly in.
Brittany couldn't really do anything except stumble in the room and fall flat on her face.
"You good there?" the sultry voice that Brittany had heard in her head for the past two weeks said. It was her! Brittany felt mild anger at Quinn. She's already made a fool of herself before it all even started. She instantly jumped to her feet.
Dr Lopez was sat on a chair a few meters away from her, and god, if it was even possible, she was even more beautiful than the last time Brittany saw her. Probably because this time it was of natural sunlight, rather than the artificial light that was lighting up the room last time.
"Y-yeah," Brittany stuttered, patting dust off herself and straightening her clothes.
"Okay, good," Dr Lopez smirked. "Sit down please," she requested, pointing to a chair. Brittany obediently sat down, thankfully without any difficulties arising. "So, what brings you back?"
Brittany was taken aback. Dr Lopez remembered her? She was so flattered! The thought alone was enough to make her cheeks pink.
"Y-you remember me?" she stumbled. Dr Lopez chuckled and it was music to Brittany's ears.
"Yeah, I do. The friend of the unfortunate girl who fell down the stairs?" Dr Lopez said.
"Yeah, that would be me," Brittany mumbled, voice laced with embarrassment.
"Okay, so what brings you here?" Dr Lopez asked, giving a friendly smile.
Brittany thought that she was going to explode. How was she going to get through this appointment, with the doctor, with beauty that would outrank all supermodels, a mere metre from her?
"I, uh, hurt myself," Brittany muttered.
"You hurt yourself?" Dr Lopez repeated. "Where?"
"Um, my hand," Brittany replied.
"Okay, can you hold it out so that I can see it please?" Dr Lopez requested. Brittany followed her instructions, holding out her 'injured' hand out in front of her.
Dr Lopez looked at it for a few seconds. Then she turned her gaze onto Brittany's face.
"Hmm, it looks fine to me," she said. "It just looks like a paper cut. It may have been bleeding, but the blood has clotted and it's healing as we speak."
"No!" Brittany blurted. She would not let this chance get away from her so easily! "My hand is hurt, so as your patient, I expect you to hold it!"
"Um, excuse me?" Dr Lopez said, bewildered, a small frown on her face. Brittany held her 'injured' hand a bit closer to the brunette.
"Hold it, to make me feel a bit better?" Brittany said, trying to ignore the nervousness that seemed to make her whole body fuzz.
"Well, I guess I could put a plaster on it," Dr Lopez informed, eyebrows still slightly furrowed. She reached behind her to retrieve a small plaster from the pack. She then took Brittany's hand in hers.
At that precise moment, Brittany felt a jolt of electricity throughout her spine and whole body, as well as butterflies (this time not of nerves) collecting in her stomach. She may have fainted for a split second from sensory overload.
Dr Lopez gingerly stuck the plaster onto Brittany's skin and smiled. "There. All done."
Wait, what? "T-That's it?" Brittany stuttered. It couldn't be. Brittany had worked too hard for this.
"That's it," Dr Lopez continued to smile softly.
"So, I-I should leave now?" Brittany asked, fearing the worst.
"Yeah," Dr Lopez said and Brittany's heart sunk. "But, I'm wondering why you came to the doctor for a simple cut on your hand."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Brittany's eyes widened and started to ramble. "I didn't mean to waste your time. I'm sure that you have so many other patients to tend to that require more attention than me – I'm so sorry Doctor Lopez. I just came because I wanted to see you –"
"You wanted to see me?" Dr Lopez smirked, raising an eyebrow. Brittany gaped, realising what she had unintentionally blurted out. Oh well. The truth was out, well some of it anyway. Brittany was not going to admit to Dr Lopez that she had some, um, fantasies. Since Dr Lopez already knew that she had come to see her, she might as well not fight it.
"Um, yeah," Brittany said, nervous again. "Truth is, I've been thinking about you ever since I saw you two weeks ago, and I just wanted to see you again, so I decided to get my friend to hurt me so I'd come and see you again," Brittany explained, blushing.
"Aww," Dr Lopez smiled warmly, sending more butterflies to settle in Brittany's abdomen. "That's so cute,"
"Uh, I guess," Brittany said coyly, cheeks still red.
"But what would you do if I weren't your doctor?" Dr Lopez questioned.
"I would just keep coming for appointments until you get assigned to be mine," Brittany admitted.
"And why would you do that? What's so special about me?" Dr Lopez asked.
"Because, um, I was going to ask you, um, ah," Brittany faltered. Dr Lopez waited patiently for Brittany to go on. "Would you like to go out with me?" Brittany managed to get out, really quickly though. She was twisting her hands, which was resting on her lap.
"What?" Dr Lopez simply said.
Brittany's heart sunk again, except deeper this time. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm being very inappropriate right now," she spoke quickly in utter embarrassment. "Just forget it happened, I'm going to leave now," Brittany abruptly stood up to run out of the room, but she felt Dr Lopez's hand grabbing her arm, making Brittany stay put.
"No, it's fine," Dr Lopez laughed softly. "Did you mean, um, on a d-date?" this was the first time the normally confident doctor sounded unsure.
"Um, yeah, I was just hoping that– you know what, it's stupid, please forget that I said anything," Brittany rushed her words so it became slightly jumbled.
"Actually," Dr Lopez said, fiddling with her lab coat. "I was hoping that you would ask that," she smiled shyly. "You're just a really sweet girl, and you're really pretty, and, um…" Dr Lopez faltered, sounding nervous. Brittany, however, was screaming in her own head. The doctor thought she was pretty? That meant the world to her! "I'd love to go out with you," she finished, voice slightly shaky.
Brittany was speechless for a while. Maybe one day, her fantasies will become a reality!
"Really?" Brittany said in awe, and the brunette nodded eagerly. "That's great! I'm so glad! Um, well, can I have your number or something that I can contact you?" Brittany requested anxiously.
"Yeah, sure, here's my business card," Dr Lopez handed Brittany a card with her details on it. "Call me sometime and we can figure the date out," she said.
"Awesome!" Brittany beamed, and their eyes locked for a few intense seconds. Looking into those deep, dark brown eyes, Brittany instantly knew that if they had a relationship, it was going to last. She just couldn't help herself with what she did next, because she was so giddy. She launched herself into the doctor and wrapped her arms around her in a hug. "Thank you Doctor, I'm so happy!" Brittany squealed, still wrapped in the embrace.
"I'm really happy too," Dr Lopez answered. They finally let go of each other. "And, please, call me Santana."
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"Why are you so happy?" Quinn grumbled as they walked out of the clinic, or more like Brittany skipped out of the clinic.
"I got a date with Santana!" Brittany sang. "She likes me too! I can't believe it!"
"Oh God," Quinn rolled her eyes.
Brittany was dancing in her seat the whole ride home.
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AN: I hope you enjoyed it! This could be made into a two-shot, where the second part would be the date.
If you would like more fluffy goodness and a second part, please let me know!