A/N: Hello and welcome to my first fanfic! Thank you for clicking on this story, and thank you so much if you decide to scroll down and read it. Keep in mind that this is my first fanfiction, so nothing in here is very good. Also, my knowledge on the film business is quite low, so bear with me for these first few chapters. I'm always open to suggestions and reviews though! Read On!

WARNING: Smut, G!P, Explicit language

Chapter One

That Beautiful

"Now she's faded/Somewhere in Hollywood/So glad I came here with your pound of flesh"

I looked out, my eyes on the crowd of intoxicated people, the smell of alcohol and sweat hitting me as I finished my last line with my bandmate, Sam.

"You want a part of me/Well I'm not selling cheap/No I'm not selling cheap!"

"We'll be back in a few moments!" I called out, hopping off the stage and running to the back room, setting my guitar down before coming out to the bar to get a drink. "Great show out there tonight, Brittany," Tony, the bartender, said. He was already pouring my shot. I liked playing at this bar; crowd was always cheering and the staff ain't half-bad either.

"Thanks, man," I said as he gave me the glass, and I took the shot in one go. I didn't wanna have too much to drink; after all ,yourl I songwas going back on soon. "Hey, what was your last song out there with Sam? I liked it," Tony asked. "Celebrity Skin. Pretty good, right?" Sam said just as came up behind me with the other band members, Rachel, Joe, Tina and Nick, all my best friends.

"I could go grab you an album from the back?" I said, and held up my finger just as Tony was about to protest. "Free of charge, let me go get it," I hopped off my stool quickly, rushing to the back room and grabbing a CD off the stack that I had laid out on the table in the open area.

I headed back to the bar, and looked around for the band. Nowhere in sight. What I did notice, though was two smoking hot girls sitting where I was before, leaving only one seat open. The one on the right caught my eye.

I was caught staring as the girl turned her brunette head of hair slightly, looking right at me. Her lips quirked up in a smile before she turned away. All I could think was how beautiful her dark brown eyes were, her hair long and flowing down her back. I quickly rushed over to the seat beside her, making sure not to draw attention to myself but making sure no one else would take the place beside the beautiful woman. She downed a glass of what looked like whiskey before her blonde friend left to head for the dance floor, even though there wasn't any music playing right now.

I handed the album to Tony, who looked as mesmerized as I did at the moment. I would usually have already asked the girl to dance of to buy her a drink by now, but I didn't wanna blow this, so I needed to take this slow. I took the opportunity of the girl being finished her drink to make my move.

"Could I buy you another one?" The girl turned her body towards me and I nearly got hard at seeing what she was wearing. It was a tight black dress with sleeves down to her wrists, but it wasn't hiding anything, hugging her in all the right places. There was a big diamond cut in the middle of her abdomen, and I could see her toned abs and naval. I realized I was staring so I looked up quickly, but the girl could see the flustered look on my face and where my eyes had just been. She just smirked.

"Who am I to refuse free booze?" She joked, lightening the mood. "Another one for the lady, Tony," he chuckled, already getting the drinks ready. He slid another shot to me and set down the whiskey in front of the woman. "I'm Brittany," I introduced myself. "My bands playing here tonight," the girl nodded, smiling a bit as I extended my hand and she took it. As soon as our fingers touched, a jolt of electricity shot through my body, and by the look on her face, she felt the same thing. She cleared her through, shaking my hand quickly and removing her hand.

"I'm Santana. I'm supposed to be here with my friends but she's talking to that Hobbit over there," Santana gestured with her head to the corner where a blonde and Rachel were supposedly arguing about something. "Oh, that's just Rachel. She's one of my best friends and also one of my bandmates. Lead vocalist with me." Santana turned to me, a little surprised. "Oh, I'm sorry then. For, y'know, calling her a Hobbit, I'm kind've a bit-" I didn't let her get much further, "Santana, it's fine. She is a Hobbit sometimes." We both laughed at that, and I basked in the perfection that was this woman's laugh, and voice, and body.

"Maybe that's why Quinn wanted to come here, to see her," Santana mued, a smirk playing on her lips. "Why do you think that-" I started, but was rudely interrupted by Rachel grabbing my arm. "Time for us to go on, Britt," she said, leading me away to the stage as I downed my shot. "Come watch!" I yelled out to Santana, and she gave me a grin before getting up, lost in the crowd as she made her way to the front of the stage. I grabbed my guitar from the back room, groaning as I followed Rachel to the stage.

I grabbed the mic, "Ready for round two?" I yelled out, looking back to my band members,l mouthing the song we were gonna do instead dog the previously picked one. I looked to the crowd as I started the guitar riff, starting to sing the lyrics to the improvised song, searching for Santana's eyes.

"I must admit/I can't explain/Any of these thoughts racing through my brain/It's true/That baby I'm Howlin' For You"

I continued searching for those brown eyes, biting down on my lip as I grabbed the mic, my lips touching the metal as I brought my body backwards.

"There's something wrong with this plot/The actors here have not got a clue/Baby/I'm Howlin' For You"

I finally found Santana's eyes, leaning forward on the mic stand as I sung the repeated Da-da da-da da's over an over, stopping only to sing the second last and last verses.

"Mockingbird/Can't you see/Little girls got a hold on me like glue/Baby Im Howlin' For You"

I held my two fingers up and the entire bar sung the last verse with us, but Santana eyes were glued to mine, her lips unmoving as she bit down on her lower lip as well, my body grinded forward into the mic stand, my eyes hungry I stared at Santana through my eyelashes.

"Throw the ball/To the stick/Swing and miss and catchers mitt/Strike two!/Baby/I'm Howlin' For You."

I let the band sing out the Da-da da-da da's for me, eyes still on the Latina staring at me, but sung the last Da, stringing it out as the bar applauded, and I grinned at the whoops slashing through the air. "Thank you, thank you! I will now hand over the mic to Rachel, your other favourite soloist." I turned back to Rachel who looked a little shocked at the sudden solo, but she soon grinned when she saw the opportunity, and I saw her eyes shift to Santana's blonde friend. She ran up and took the mic, and I could already see Santana making her way toward the back room.

I quickly ran off the stage, setting down my guitar as I beat her to the back room. She appeared not a second later in the doorway, her brown eyes deeper than I saw them while sitting at the bar before.

I was soon roughly pushed back against the door as she closed it and grabbed me by my jeans. Her hands were all over me, lips moving against my own as I stood there for a second, shocked, before reciprocating the kiss, my hands pulling her closer to me by her waist.

Her hands traced my neck, jaw, collar, cheekbones. I moaned into the kiss and I could feel her smirk. The kiss was broken, and I bit down on her bottom lip, catching my breathe before kissing her again. Her hands were running closer to my extra appendage now; up my lower torso. She kissed up my jawline and I groaned slightly, her lips trailing kisses up to my ear.

"Fuck, that was so hot out there," she whispered into my ear before buying my earlobe gently. Her hand went down to my lower area and I instantly froze, my hands resting on her waist and in her hair.

"Is that?" she asked nervously, her hand resting in place against my semi-erect member. I don't know how she didn't feel it before, but she was feeling it now. I nodded slowly, my voice coming out in a croak. "Yes, it is. And I know know this is the part when you walk away from me in disgust-" She silenced me with a finger against my lips, removing her finger as she took my bottom lip in her own.

"I don't care," she said mumbled, pressed up against my body now. "As much as I'd like to continue this, my bandmates are gonna barge in here any moment now, and I'd rather not be here when that happens," I said breathlessly.

She chuckled darkly, "Me neither. What do we do now?" I grinned, my eyes staring at her red lips. "My place is not too far from here." She laughed and that as an answer of yes, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the door. I opened it and scanned up and down the hallway, but everybody was either too drunk or too infatuated with Rachel's performance of Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac. I wasn't complaining; just wondering who she was singing it to. Plus, it gave me more time to sneak out with Santana.

I ran to the exit, hand still locked into the Latina's, and grinned as the cool night air hit my face. I hailed down a Taxi and climbed in.

I could barely tell the man my address before Santana pulled me to her, lips crashing against mine.

"Couldn't keep your hands off my in the cab, could you? I think the man is gonna put cameras in there after that, he missed out on too much action," I chuckled deeply and so did Santana, I opened the door to my run-down apartment, immediately glad that Rachel was still at the show. She pushed me up against the door as I locked it with my hand, the other down her bare thigh, pulling her body closer to mine, if that was even possible.

A few minutes passed of us making out. "Shall we take this to the bedroom?" I could hear the smirk in the Latina's voice, groaning as her thigh slid in between my legs, her hands running wild all over me; I was in no rush, we had all night, but God, this woman was going to be the death of me.

With an amount of strength I didn't know I had, I hoisted Santana up, feeling her legs tighten around my waist, walking towards my bedroom. Opening the door with my foot and closing it with the other, I turned around and pushed her back up against the door, my lips tracing her collarbone, my teeth biting down into her bare skin gently.

My hands slid to the back of her dress, pulling down the zipper anogizingly slow, taking it off of her fully while she unzipped my jeans. I scanned her body, throwing her dress to the side after she took off her heels and I slid off my converse. I stopped what I was doing, my eyes running down her chest and thong, the lace in both of the articles of clothing barely covering anything.

I looked up, Santana's eyes growing a darker shade of brown as she was biting her lip. I kissed her, more roughly than before. She pulled down was jeans and boxers, taking in my fully-hard penis, which was nearly 10 inches. "Holy shit," she said. I smirkedz she smug, as she continued. "You're huge." I pulled off my band t-shirt, leaving me only in my bra.

She got down onto her knees, but I quickly pulled her back up. "That's gonna be a little uncomfortable," I said, lifting her onto my waist again and walking over to my king-sized, setting her down gently at the edge of the bed. She quickly pushed me onto the blanket, kissing my jawline, trailing down love-bites to my lower torso until I was covered in them.

She started rubbing my shaft, licking her lips hungrily as she took my head into her mouth, and I immediately moaned. She lowered her head a bit, nearly halfway down, and I was fighting to keep my mouth closed. She lowered her head all the way and I could feel her tight throat and I couldn't take it anymore; I opened my mouth and let out a groan, my hand quickly tangling itself into her hair. She started bobbing her head up and down and I lost control, thrusting into her mouth and letting out an incoherent "fuck" as she stilled, allowing me to fuck her face.

"Shit, my cock feels so good in your mouth baby," she responded by swirling her tongue around my shaft, eliciting a very audible moan from me. I started thrusting harder, feeling my dick hit the back of throat as she gagged. "Unngh, I love it when you gag on my cock," my hips stilled and she starting bobbing her head up and down again, "Oh yeah, take it slut!" I screamed as I hit my peak, moaning as she swallowed all of me. I pulled her up roughly, flipping us over so I was on top before sliding my dick in between her wetness, and I was coated in her cum in seconds. "You're so wet for me," I groaned, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips gently. "And you're still hard for me," she gasped and I grinded my hips against her, slowly pushing inside of her, making sure to go slow so I didn't hurt her too much. My size wasn't something that was easy to get used to; being nearly 10 inches in diameter and 6 inches in girt. I was still surprised she was able to take my entire length down her throat.

"Holy fuck," she said as I slid in the last few inches, starting to thrust gently into her. I started to go faster, loving the way she moaned. I reached down underneath me and started playing with her bundle of nerves, rubbing her clothes in circles as she let out screams of my name into my shoulder, he nails digging into my back as she climaxed, Andrew just by seeing her face contort into complete ecstasy, I did too. Trying to pull out quickly, Santana pulled me back in, groaning as I felt her juices mix with mine "I'm in the pill, don't worry," she said breathlessly against my lips as she pulled me in for another kiss. I happily obliged, only thinking for a second about how she was on the pill, maybe she was bisexual? She laughed as she looked down, me still inside of her.

"You're still hard?" She laughed. I gulped, "Don't worry," she bit her lip," We can do something about that." Flipping me over so she on top now, she started moving her hips slowly up and down.

I was gripping her waist, thursting my hips upwards into her. She leaned down by my ear and whispered, "This is gonna be the night of your life." She pulled my bottom lip into hers and I groaned against them, our hips rocking in time with eachother.

"Oh, I know it will."

I felt soft lips brush against my temple, feeling Santana slide out of my arms, missing the warmth of her head against my chest. Sure, this was inevitable; I knew she had to leave eventually- this was only a one night stand.

But I felt strangely empty as she kissed my cheek one last time, presumably after she put back on her dress. I heard the door close, and I groaned into my pillow. I really should've asked for her number. Especially since we were talking last night, right after the most amazing experience of my life. Now I'd never get to see the girl again. I turned over, my bed head in my vision.

I ran my hand through my messy hair and got up, pulling on some sweat pants and going over to my dresser, about to pull open the drawer when something caught my eye. I picked up the sticky note, smiling as I saw her name and number on the card, with a little something for me to read.

Last night was a lot of fun- it really nice talking to you. Your voice is pretty nice- pretty hot while you're singing and talking too. Wouldn't be esurprised if it was gone today. We should do it again sometime ;) xox

Santana L - ( 212 ) - 307 - 2941

Underneath the last digits was a kiss mark from her red lips, and I jumped up and down to realize that I didn't have my sweats pulled on all the way, half of my left leg still out of the pant leg, and I hit the ground with a loud thump. I quickly pulled open a drawer, throwing on a shirt just in case Rachel came in and saw me without any shirt on.

"Brittany?" I heard, not a second later, "Are you okay? Cam I come in? Do you have clothes on?" I wondered where she got the clothes thing from, but I groaned to let her know I was fine.

"Why the hell are you on the floor clutching a sticky note?" I pulled myself up onto my bed, laying back and smiling like an idiot. "Readdddd!" I handed her the note and she read it, smirking. "Really? What else did she hear you do other than talk and sing?" Rachel looked smug and she tossed me back the note. "I'm assuming that was the Latina that just walked out of here, very, very awkwardly, as she was half limping?"

"Shut up, Berry. And yeah, it is. Not answering your first question, though," Rachel laughed, sitting down beside me on my bed. "Oh, I hear when me and Q-" she cleared her throat, "my friend. We had to go back to her place because of all the noise you were making." I laughed at this, pulling Rachel off the bed. "Come, I can smell your pancakes." I pulled her out of the room, smiling a little as I ran to the table and sat down, letting her serve me her famous chocolate chip pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs. Gone was the vegan Rachel and here was the meat loving, dairy drinking Rachel I know and love.

We sat down and started eating, and I checked my Fitbit for the time. 10:24. I thought to myself for a moment before nearly choking on the pancake in my mouth. "Rachel?" I said quietly.

"Uh, yeah Britt? You okay?" I looked over at her, standing up quickly. "Our interview for Lopez and Salling Productions in two hours." Rachel gasped, getting up. "It gonna take us an hour to get there!" I nodded, quickly running to my room.

It took half an hour to get ready for me, I was wearing compression shorts under a black skirt that went down to my knees and had ak blue blouse tucked in. Rachel came out fifteen minutes later in a grey dress, fit for work but also for a party. "Alright, kid, we gotta get out of here." Rachel nodded, grabbing her keys as we headed out the door after I had grabbed my jacket and hand-held. We made our way downstairs quickly, and I opened the door to my 2020 Toyota Camry, which was getting old. It had been 8 years since I got the car from my Dad when I was 15 and he taught me how to drive.

Sure, I had to wait a year to really drive it without an older person in the car, but all the same. "Soooo, Britt, who was this mysterious woman?" She giggled to herself and I rolled my eyes, pulling out of the parking area provided for the tenants.

"You saw her. She's not so mysterious; I know her name and have her number. Although, I had never seen someone..." I struggled to find the words; not pretty, or hot, cute even.

"That Beautiful.* I grinned, thinking about the way she looked while she slept. Sure, I was being a little creepy; but she had fallen asleep while we were talking, head on my chest. I could hear her calm breathing and even in her sleep, her lips quirked up in a small smile.

"Britt's Whipped," Rachel said, and we both laughed. The "Britt's Whipped" thing had been going on for awhile now; whenever I would date someone and talk about them highly, the conversation would always end up there.

"Pfttt, were not even dating. It was just a little thing," I said. Really, inside, I didn't believe it. Santana and I had a lot of chemistry; while we were talking and doing some other things that still required our mouths. It was like she could read my mind and I could read hers. She was different from all the one stands I had had; she was... Special.

I thought about the job interview and Lopez & Salling Production Co. There were a very large company, with dozens of recording studios and warehouses filled with sets for movies, music videos, television shows. They had even produced one of my favourite movies; The Sun the Sky and the Moon.

The movie was about a girl who loved dancing, but she got into a car crash and half her body was paralyzed, causing her not to be able to walk and do simply things that the rest of the world had been doing since they were children. Often in the movie, she would find solace and comfort in thinking about how the moon, sun and sky worked together in perfect harmony, and she knew that she would be able to function again, and she could dance to her hearts content. It also didn't help my little heart at how she had a boyfriend who abandoned her, but realized that her best friend was the girl she had fallen for without realizing it. I ended up crying six times during the movie. And that was only the last time I watched it with Rachel.

I turned into the lot, already incredibly nervous. Rachel was interviewing to be one of the producers of an upcoming project and I was interviewing for one of the main writers. It helped our cases that we had directed, produced and written three plays in highschool, and Rachel had been in a few shows; her connection in the film business through her dad's Leroy and Hiram Berry being the most sought after directors in all of New York, California and many others.

I had only been in three movies, playing a lead in one of them and a supporting actress in the other two. They were small movies; I really wanted to boost my career, starting with my band and ending being one of the greatest writers of all time.

I stepped out of the car, groaning as my heels hit the gravel. Locking the doors once Rachel joined me in walking to the entrance, I breathed deeply as I opened the door to the monster of a building.

I stopped dead in my tracks, looking the building up and down. Right in front of me, dozens of people were bustling through the hallways and up and down the stairwells; lining the walls were golden railings, and behind them, marble filled the spaces in the wall. Behind the secretary's desk, there was a large sheet of silver tinted metal,

Lopez & Salling Production Co.

was ingraved into the slate in gold. The others walls were lined with awards and certificates, hanging proudly. The place was beautifully decorated, with plush black sofas in front of the head desk, the hallways that I could see from here had paintings all over them, with potted plants on tables.

If I got to work here, this would be a dream come true. With my best friend, too? How could it be any better?

I was about to say something to Rachel before we heard a confident voice from behind us. "Well, hello, ladies." I turned around and my eyes widened at seeing the woman who standing behind this man. He had short, cropped hair, like he was in the air force, and was wearing a light grey suit and dark grey tie, beaming at Rachel and I. But my eyes were on the Latina beside him, dressed in black leather pants, a Gucci blazer on her, the belt in the middle clipped as she dipped a finger into one of the gold G's.

She registered who I was, quickly sliding out of the man's grasp; his hand around her waist, pulling her tight to him. "I'm Noah Salling, and this is my wife, Santana Lopez." He then kissed Santana on the temple, smiling as he looked down at his beautiful wife. "We were so impressed with you girls that we wanted to have you come in and let us interview you ourselves, along with some other people."

Rachel, never one to be silent, broke the quiet from her, Santana and I. "It's an honour to meet you, Mr. Salling. You and your wife's work in amazing,"

The man then put out his hand, willing me to shake it. I did quickly before he reached out and Rachel shook his other hand. He leaned back and put his hands in his pockets, chuckling before waving off the compliment modestly. "The pleasure is all mine. My name is Noah, but call me Puck." He started walking towards one of the long hallways, Santana looking at me. "Follow us, please," Noah said.

Rachel followed closely behind him, shooting me a look saying "Talk to her, now." I stopped for a few seconds, Santana stopping beside me. "Look, Brittany, I would've told you, but-" her voice was barely above a whisper as she looked at me.

I was at a loss for words. "It was just a one night stand. Forget about it, okay? If I get this job, we'll be working alongside eachother, better to have no feelings right?" I laughed humorlessly. I knew what being cheated on felt like, it hurt like hell.

"That's the thing," she grabbed my hand gently, forcing me to look at her. "I don't want to forget about it. That first part of the night was great," she winked and I smirked smugly. "But the second part was equally as amazing." My smirk turned into a light smile. "Yeah, it was."

Santana pulled her hand away from mine just as 'Puck' said something. "Hey, babe, you guys coming or what?" He yelled from down the long hallway. "We're coming, Mr. Salling." I responded, Santana and I quickly walking to him and Rachel.

He opened a large glass door that had a sheet of translucide metal on it. Inside, there was a long table made of quartz, and a screen on the back wall. Around the table, there was a tall guy who seemed to be talking to a girl who didn't really want to be there, and beside her there was a guy with wayyy too much gel in his hair. On the other side, there was another woman who was wearing a puffy jacket with fur on it, sitting in between a girl with short brown hair and a guy who had his legs crossed, tapping his hand nervously against the quartz.

"Go ahead and take a seat, don't be shy," Puck chuckled. I gave a light laugh, taking the seat beside the tall guy, while Rachel sat opposite me beside the girl with the short hair. "Give us a few minutes, we just need to set up," said Santana from across the room by the tv. "Take all the time you want, Ms. Lopez." I said, and Santana smirked, the other people in the room not catching the tone behind my words, with the exception of Rachel.

I turned to the tall guy sitting beside me, before I could get any confrontation from Rachel. "Hi, my name's Brittany. Brittany S. Pierce." The guy quickly turned to me, a dopey smile on his face as he extended his big hand. "Finn Hudson. What are you here for?"

"One of the writer positions," I said as I shook his hand. "No way! Me too! So is my friend over there, his name's Blaine," he grinned, nodding his head into the direction of the man who was wearing too much gel. "That so cool! My friend Rachel is up for the producer," I said, and I looked at Rachel.

"Woah," Finn said. "She really pretty," I couldn't help but laugh; he sounded like a five year old with his first girl crush.

"Yeah, definitely." He looked over to where Santana was standing with Puck. "She's really pretty, too," he said. "Think about it, all of you are really pretty. What the hell is going on here?" I chuckled a little bit, seeing the grin on his face.

"Alright, ladies and gents, while Tana gets this tech stuff ready, because even though I've been in this business for years, I still can't find out which wire goes where," he chuckled, and so did we. "So, I'll tell you a little story about how I got the name Puck. It's an odd name, sure, but Tana knows that it's perfectly suiting, huh, sweetie?"

Santana looked up from the wires she was toying with, scoffing. "Don't call me Tana and maybe I'll tell you." She kissed Noah's cheek before going back to work. My jaw tightened as I looked at them being so casual.

"Puck is a pretty odd name. I don't even think it's a real name. But when I was highschool, the first time I met my beautiful wife," he smiled at Santana deeply. "she saw my hockey jersey. Now, she was incredibly stubborn, still is, haha, so she wouldn't let me talk to her. In fact, the first thing I said to her was; "You know, we could start a trend," and the first thing she said to me for a year was "Move, Puck." Pushed me out of the way and slammed her locker shut."

"I only said Puck because I thought that that was his name," Santana blushed. The rest of the room was grinning. "She confused me with a guy named Shuck. He used to steal some kids lunch money. Still does, y'know. He makes some pretty good subway sandwiches," it took the room a minute to register what he said, but we all started laughing.

"Wait, wait, wait," Finn said, gaining composure. "His name's Shuck?" Puck nodded. "I'm done," Santana said. She stood up and Puck straightened his tie, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist, pulling her close to him.

He grinned. "Welcome to Lopez & Salling Productions. Shall we get started?"