Chiropractor-verse... Santana goes to the water yoga (or jazzercise) class. Gets all nervous to see Britt and sexy in her bathing suit/workout gear, but she gets there and the class is all old people... like she signed up for a seniors class. Either Britt has a sub (and San's pissed) but Britt attends/participates in the class behind Santana without her knowing or she teaches the class or something cute and funny, like you do.
It's Santana's first time attending the water yoga class she had signed up for after her first session with Brittany and honestly, she's pretty damn nervous. The class took place in a swimming pool at the building which meant she'd be in water which meant she needed her bathing suit, but she'd also be working out which meant she needed her work out gear. Santana had the hardest time trying to decide whether to dress for showing off her hot bod since Brittany was still pretty oblivious to her flirting or to actually participate and show off by becoming her best student. Either way, Santana was bound to turn some heads no matter what she wore. Why? Because she was too busy thinking about Brittany's magical fingers to see that she had actually signed up for the seniors' class.
"Oh hell no." Santana muttered beneath her breath upon seeing nothing but elderly men and women as she waltzed into the muggy room. She was more than confused as she eyed her wrinkly classmates and searched for the familiar blonde chiropractor, her hand clutching the opening of her silky black robe closed as men and women gawked at her. There was no sign of Dr. Pierce and that had Santana second guessing her decision to stay, she was after all the reason why she even signed up for the class in the first place! If she wasn't teaching, Santana didn't want to learn. She considered sneaking out before class got started but before she could even turn around, it was too late. The instructor had arrived.
Towels and robes were tossed to the bleachers as her classmates made their way to the pool very, very slowly leaving Santana behind gaping. Santana was at least a little thankful that she decided to wear a one piece, though she still looked sexy as hell, at least she wasn't showing off that much skin. There was no way she'd be able to live with herself if she ended up giving one of those poor old geezers a heart attack. The instructor was definitely not Brittany, but with class already beginning, Santana couldn't escape without having attention drawn to her even more that it already was so she shrugged off her robe with the rest of them and eased into the water.
She kept muttering to herself how pissed she was for being so distracted by the chiropractor's gorgeous eyes and infectious smile and adorable laugh but that just turned into day dreaming about the said blonde which was never really a bad thing, let's be real. Still, she couldn't help but be a tiny bit upset that the instructor wasn't Brittany; she'd be doing all sorts of acrobatic feats instead of currently half-assing steps. She was too far back for the instructor to pay her any attention and the few people around her were too busy trying not to stare at her boobs to notice she was barely trying.
"I know you can stretch those legs farther than that, Santana." A voice Santana could recognize anywhere sounded from behind her. Slowly she turned and instantly smiled at dazzling blue eyes.
"Dr. Pierce." Santana greeted, attempting to tone down her smile, "Hi."
"Hi." Brittany chuckled before nodding to the front of the class, "Pay attention, no one is supposed to know I'm back here. I'm letting Diane teach today."
Suddenly Santana wanted to mimic the instructor's moves precisely now with Brittany behind her watching her every move, at least that's what she hoped she was doing, "So you normally teach the class?"
"Yup, I love being in the water almost as much as making people feel better. It's awesome that I can do something that combines the two." Brittany whispered, trying not to draw attention to them. Santana wanted to say how much she admired Brittany's passion but when Brittany placed her hand low on Santana's back she forgot how to speak, "Keep this straight before you take a deep breath, it'll help your balance."
Santana gulped, something about Brittany's commanding tone and the fact that there's literally one thin layer of fabric separating Brittany's hand and her skin making her a little restless. She kept it together though and did as she was told, straightening her posture before inhaling. "Like this?" She asked, puffing out her chest so her boobs demanded the blonde's attention but as always, Brittany was oblivious.
"That's perfect." She smiled and withdrew her hand before doing the movements as well, "I'm surprised you're taking this class."
"Because of all the old people?" Santana asked earning glares from the two women closest to her. She swore she heard them grumble about them not being old but wrinkles and liver spots don't lie.
Brittany just smiled and shook her head, "Your leg isn't bothering you? I would imagine you'd be feeling a little sore after our last session."
Santana itched to mumble wanky but resisted the urge. Honestly, her leg was healing fast but she wasn't ready to end her weekly visits with her favorite chiropractor, "It's fine, maybe just a little sore.."
"Is it? Do you want me to help you out of the water? I don't want you over doing it."
"No, no it's fine. I can do this." Santana assured her, but Brittany still looked to her a little weary.
"You sure? You don't want to have to see me for forever now, would you?"
Santana bit her lip as she contemplated lying or giving a truthful answer but with Brittany wading so close to her again, her arm accidentally brushing against hers as she moved, the truth came freely, "I don't see anything wrong with that."
Brittany just looked to her and laughed with her nose cutely scrunched.
"What?" Santana smiled with her, still trying hard to pay attention to the instructor but mainly just lazily following whatever Brittany did, "You trying to get rid of me?"
"Of course not." Brittany replied easily, "You're a wonderful patient, Santana, but how am I supposed to talk my way into getting a ticket to your show this summer if you're not ready for the stage?"
Santana practically swooned at Brittany's charm, "You'd come to my show?"
"Sure!" Brittany beamed, "I try to keep things professional between us, but I'm a huge fan. You have a very beautiful voice."
Heat flushed Santana's cheeks as she smiled bashfully, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Brittany smiled before turning to Santana to hold her waist to keep her from losing her balance, "So how about we put a little more effort into these stretches now because we've done moves more complicated than this during our sessions so I know we can definitely do better. And by we, I mean you."
"I..I was just-" Santana stammered feeling like she had been caught in a lie, but Brittany just giggled and directed tanned limbs to mimic the instructor's.
"No more talking. Show me what you've got, Miss Lopez."