A/N: Sorry, both my beta and I have been very busy the last couple of days. I know, I know, standard excuse, but sometimes life can really be that big of a bitch. Anyways, here's an update for you. Oh and don't forget that there's a POV switch in every new chapter. So this time, we gonna get a Santana POV chap, meaning the next update will be from Britt's.

A big thank you to TheVeiledFairy and Howaboutno and of course to you guys!

To say Santana was shocked was an understatement.

This was just about the last thing she had expected to happen. The evening had started out so good, better than she'd imagined and now this.

In the two and a half years she'd been working for Schuester and Rhodes, she had never had a client run away from her before. Not once.

But there Brittany Pierce went, practically flying out of the apartment to get away with a speed Santana didn't even know humans possessed. This had to be a joke. Some prank Rachel or Will had played on her.

Okay, she knew that that wasn't the case, but the situation was really that absurd to her.

Had she done something wrong? Now that she thought about it, Brittany wouldn't have fled the apartment without a reason.

Maybe she had been too forceful and too brisk with her. She knew that Brittany was still a virgin, yet her actions had been so bold, way too bold to be exact. Santana didn't even know why she had acted that way, but she had somehow felt the sudden need to give her new client a good time.

From the moment Brittany had set foot in the apartment up to their conversation in the living area, Santana had noticed nothing but positive things about her. Her smile was probably the most beautiful Santana had ever seen; so radiant and genuine.

She was polite, albeit a little clumsy and even though she was one of the most famous people out there right now, she was humble and appeared to be down to earth. Those were all traits Santana admired in a person, because they were the rarest ones in today's society.

Even when Brittany stood up and dropped her pants to show off her unusual anatomy, Santana's first impression of her didn't falter. She was just a normal person, thrown into this world with a burden no one seemed to understand.

But Santana sort of did. The sight of her unusual addition had of course freaked her out at first. Santana would be lying if she said it hadn't, but she was honest when she replied to Brittany that this wasn't something she couldn't handle. She'd had sex with much creepier people before.

For example, the janitor at her high school, but that was a whole different story; one that had involved a lost bet and one that she was admittedly still ashamed of.

So really, Brittany's condition was no reason for Santana to turn her down. If anything, she was quite intrigued by it and also kind of surprised. For someone so slim and athletic, Brittany was packing a decent size and Santana hadn't even seen the erected state yet.

Not that she was into dick or anything. She still preferred the ladies and well, their lady parts, but Brittany was just as feminine as every other woman she had attended to and also much sweeter than her average client.

That much she had already gathered from their first meeting.

The way Brittany had asked to touch her. It had actually sent a few light tingles down Santana's spine, which rarely happened when she was working. She could get used to cute and shy. It was a nice change from the uncaring and rough behavior she was usually met with.

Although, now that Brittany had run away from her, she doubted that they would see each other again. She pegged Brittany as the kind of person who would disappear and never come back again after such an embarrassing incident. The only sad thing was that Santana couldn't tell her that it was totally normal to get too excited. Hell, she had lost count of how many boys had accidentally blown their load too early back in her high school days.

"Whatever…" Santana sighed as she made her way to the bedroom to get her regular clothes. If Brittany decided not to come back, then so be it. She wasn't going to cry over one lost client. Her job was secure. There were enough people lining up to spend a night with her. She just wished she was able to reassure Brittany that what had happened tonight wasn't a big deal to her and that she shouldn't beat herself up about it, if only to appease the nagging feeling in the back of her mind.

When Santana had changed back into her street clothes, she dropped the worn lingerie into the laundry container that was located in the bathroom before leaving the apartment. Keys in hand, she took the elevator to the first floor where she immediately sensed Rachel watching her like a hawk the second she stepped out of it.

"What did you do to the poor thing?" she asked as soon as Santana had made it to the counter.

"Not much," Santana shrugged, throwing the keys at Rachel with a tad too much force behind it. She wasn't in the mood for some bad interrogating session with the real life Brainy Smurf.

"To be honest, it didn't look like 'not much' to me," Rachel accused, to which Santana could only roll her eyes.

"She ran so fast that she was almost out of the door before I even got the chance to look up."

"Ugh..." Santana pinched the bridge of her nose, a clear sign that she was quickly becoming annoyed. "Look, I'll tell you all about it, just not tonight."

"How about tomorrow evening then?" Rachel pressed on. "There's this new vegan restaurant that I wanted to try and I knowfor a fact that you are free tomorrow night."

With an exaggerated huff, Santana gave in.

"Fine, but only if you're paying." Those vegan joints Rachel liked to drag her to were always expensive as shit, which was ridiculous considering that there was no meat involved. It wasn't like Santana couldn't stew chopped up vegetables herself. She only really went out to dinner when she wanted a perfectly fried steak. That, and only that, was something she was willing to pay good money for.

"I will see you tomorrow, then." Rachel smiled triumphantly at her, a look Santana was itching to wipe off her face again.

She didn't do it, though. Rachel was her only real friend in the city and she couldn't afford putting her off. And Rachel did have her good days, after all. They weren't frequent, but sometimes she wasn't as annoying as usual. On those days, they got along pretty well. Santana actually came to really enjoy Rachel's company from time to time. Not that she would ever admit it out loud.

"Yeah, whatever. Just pick me up at seven." With that, Santana turned around and left, not once looking back.

She took a cab back to her apartment and spent the whole ride replaying her first meeting with Brittany in her head. She wondered if she had really lost her new client. She ventured that maybe Brittany would surprise her and come back, but she wasn't counting on it.

The weird thing was that Santana actually wanted Brittany to return.

First of all, she was Brittany Susan Pierce, which should've been reason enough to want to see her again, but she'd also led Santana to believe that she would be a respecting and affectionate client and that was what Santana deemed most important.

For once, she wanted to please someone who didn't treat her like a piece of meat from the very first moment they met; someone who wasn't going to be rough and in control all the time.

Someone who didn't order her to be on her knees the second they entered the apartment-

She quickly pushed those thoughts back into the recesses of her mind. They only made her want to quit being a hooker, but with her new lifestyle, she couldn't afford losing her solid income.

Santana kept telling herself that this job is what she was best at. It was no different from her high school days. This is what she was meant to do all along.

"He wanted to choke you during?" Rachel almost spat out her wine as Santana casually lay down the details as to why she had ended her contract with Shane Tinsley. "I certainly did not expect that. He is such a nice, lovely man."

"At your reception desk, maybe, but not in the bedroom," Santana snorted while picking at her food. "He's an ass. A creepy, violent ass. I was near the point of calling security a few times already because of him."

Rachel shot her a concerned look. "Did you tell Will? I am sure he would want to know about this."

"Oh, he knows," Santana sighed, putting the fork in her hand down. "But as long as there's a girl willing to get it on with him and apparently, there is, he will remain as a client. Some bruises are a small price for three grand, I guess. But with Brittany Pierce as a new client, I don't need him anymore. That's why I ultimately passed him on."

"So it was a trade?" Rachel wondered aloud. "You rather try your luck with a new client than keep the old one."

"Exactly," Santana confirmed. Then her eyes dropped a little. "But now that I scared her away, I have to wait and see who Will picks out next for me."

Chewing on the food in her mouth, Rachel hastily swallowed. "Well, no one from Brittany's team has called Will to cancel your contract, so I wouldn't worry about it just yet."

With curious eyes she added, "You still haven't told me what happened." Santana sighed again, deeper this time.

"I actually did tell you yesterday. Nothing much happened, really. I got to see her junk- and don't you ask me to describe it, dwarf." Narrowing her eyes at Rachel, she waited for her opened mouth to close again before she continued.

"It was a normal penis and I'm sure you know what a penis looks like. Anyways, I recited my rules, she told me she was still a virgin, and then I climbed onto her lap and started grinding against her until she accidentally came in her pants. She told me to get off of her and ran away. End of the story."

"Wait." Rachel furrowed her brows. "She's still a virgin?"

When Santana nodded, Rachel reached across the table and smacked her forearm harshly eliciting an, "Ouch, what the hell?" from the startled woman.

"You can be so insensitive sometimes, Santana. You don't tease someone like that if they've never had sex before! You have to take it slow. No wonder she ran away, looking all flustered and embarrassed."

"But it's not a big deal," Santana tried to defend herself. "I mean, men blow their load too early all the time. It just happens. I would've helped her clean up. Hell, if she had asked me, I would've licked every last drop off of her. That's my job."

Rachel gagged exaggeratedly. "For the future, please refrain from going into details when it comes to what you would and wouldn't do in the bedroom. Or at least wait until after dinner." While Santana rolled her eyes, Rachel cleared her throat.

"But that wasn't what I wanted to say. I do have my fair share of experiences, so I know that it is not a big deal, but Brittany doesn't. For her, this was without a doubt the most embarrassing incident that has ever happened in her life. It's completely understandable that she panicked and fled the apartment afterwards."

"But-"

"There is no but," Rachel cut her off. "She felt humiliated and that's why she left. It was a panic reaction. I am sure she regrets it now and I am also sure that she will come back. Just give her some time." A knowing smile crept up on Rachel's face.

"Trust me, I've been at Schuester & Rhodes for years now. Once they meet Santana Lopez, they always come back."

Letting what Rachel told her sink in, Santana put her elbows on the table and propped her chin up on her hands.

"Maybe you're right," she exhaled. "I guess I just have to wait and see."

A whole week passed without any word from Brittany or her manager. Their contract had yet to be terminated, which gave Santana a little hope that she would maybe get to see Brittany again after all. Until then, she simply tried not to think about it too much and instead busied herself by refreshing some old friendships.

Santana had organized a little get together at her apartment, but only invited four guests. They were probably the only people she cared about in this city. One of them, she only begrudgingly acknowledged, was Rachel Berry.

The second one was Mercedes Jones, who Santana had met at a night club a few months ago. Well, "met" might not be the right word. Santana had accidentally bumped into Mercedes' back, almost making her fall over, which had led to them picking a fight.

It would've almost ended in a bloodbath, but then some idiot had the audacity to yell "catfight!" and they immediately rounded on him. Long story short, Santana decided to buy Mercedes a drink after seeing her tear that sexist bastard a new one and as the evening progressed, both women realized how much they had in common.

The third person Santana asked to come over was Mike Chang, the bellboy working for Schuester & Rhodes. He was nice, laid back and open minded. Maybe a little too obsessed with dancing, but all in all a good guy. Santana sometimes talked to him on her way to her work apartment or when her working day was over and she considered him a friend. He knew stuff about her that no one else did and she got to learn a great deal about his life as well. For some reason, they just clicked.

The fourth and therefore last person who completed the round was Blaine Anderson, the younger brother of Cooper Anderson - Yes, the Copper Anderson who just won an Emmy last year for his portrayal of Mitch Benson in the successful TV series Rain - one of Santana's former clients.

Cooper had once arranged for Blaine to have one of his appointments, but Santana barely got the chance to introduce herself before he broke down crying. Blaine was so deep in the closet at that time that he even paid a girl to pose as his girlfriend for a couple of weeks so his family wouldn't suspect something was up. He had poured his heart out to Santana that night and even though Cooper annulled their contract a good month later due to his new filming schedule, she and Blaine kept in touch.

Spending an evening with some friends had been oddly therapeutic for her and between all the grocery shopping, cleaning and working on her back, she almost managed to forget about Brittany Pierce and their...situation. That was until Santana came to work a few days later, finding a tall man with broad shoulders and a freakingmohawk standing in front of the reception desk, flirting with a bedazzled looking Rachel.

"Sooo," the guy drew out, smugness dripping from his voice, "My hot little Jewish princess, how about I take you out to dinner some time?"

"I- that- tha-" Rachel struggled for words, her cheeks flushed. From one sleazy excuse of a man on to the next one; Santana could only shake her head at her friend.

When would Rachel finally realize that she was worth a lot more than this?

Before Rachel got the chance to blurt out more unintelligible words, Santana cleared her throat and walked over to them. The guy immediately turned around, his eyes landing on her. His surprised look only lasted for a second, then he gave her this weird smile. He was checking her out and he most definitely liked what he saw, but his expression wasn't as lecherous as she had expected it to be.

"Santana!" Rachel shrieked in surprise. She winced at her own high-pitched sound, her face getting all the more red. "You're early," she added in a quieter voice.

Santana's brain barely registered the receptionist's words. She found herself absorbed in a staring contest with this guy, her eyes hard. They narrowed slightly when his smile grew wider and his mouth opened.

"You're definitely hot, but I don't really agree with her. I mean, you arebeautiful, don't get me wrong...but the most beautiful woman in the world? That's a bit exaggerated. Then again, Brittany is a champ at exaggerating."

Jaw dropping ever so slightly, Santana couldn't stop herself from asking, "Brittany? As in-"

"As in the Brittany you worked up so fast that she jizzed in her pants? Yeah, that's the one I'm talking about." He winked, obviously mocking her. If Santana hadn't been so shocked, she would've probably wiped that teasing smirk off of his face right away.

"I'm here to get her a new appointment. She doesn't know about this, but don't worry, the Puckster here will make her go. It's time she gets some action. Girl needs a good lay."

The way he wriggled his eyebrows at her made Santana want to throw up. She could already taste the bile in her mouth.

"And how do you know Brittany?" She asked, not even trying to hide her disdain for him.

"Well," he shrugged, suddenly turning all nonchalant. "I'm her bodyguard and bro. You can call me Puck." Then he put on his smug smile again, bringing his attention back to Rachel.

"And you can give me your number so I can call you."

"Oh wow, I bet that took you hours to come up with. I wish I was that eloquent," Santana countered sarcastically. The scratching of a pen against paper heard a moment later made her inhale deeply and close her eyes. Dear god, Rachel, she thought. No, just no.

Santana fought the urge to grab for the neatly folded slip of paper Rachel handed to Puck, her fingernails biting at the sides of her thighs as she dug them in hard. She was Rachel's friend but that amount of stupidity just had to be punished, so she let this Puck guy keep her number. She was sure he would dump her as soon as they had had sex, but it would hopefully teach Rachel a much needed lesson.

"I guess I'll give you a call soon then, babe." Puck winked at Rachel. "And about that appointment. Brittany is free this Thursday, at least that's what her calendar says," he explained as he put his elbows on the counter, leaning towards Rachel.

"I stole her phone to check. I'm sorry it's at such short notice, but she's gonna have dance rehearsals all weekend and I just want her to, you know, unwind a bit first."

Thursday was the only day of the week that Santana hadn't been booked. It was supposed to be her rest day, so to speak. And a much needed one at that. Rachel knew that and was about to shoot his suggestion down, but Santana beat her to it.

She put on her fakest smile, voice sweeter than cotton candy, as she replied, "You're lucky. If I remember correctly, the date's not taken yet. Am I right, Rachel?"

"Um," Rachel stuttered, frowning as Santana looked at her with wide eyes, silently pleading with her to just play along. "Yeah, I- I will book the date for her right away."

"Great!" Puck took a step back, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. "She'll be there, trust me. I'll carry her up to the apartment if I have to."

Bowing down, he went on, "It was nice meeting you, ladies. Oh and," he addressed Santana one last time, "Take good care of her, okay? She's a good person, better than all of us."

Santana was slightly taken aback by the sincerity of his concern for Brittany. She was just beginning to entertain the idea that maybe he wasn't as shallow as she'd originally thought he was, but then Sugar, one of Santana's co-workers, breezed past them and his eyes immediately went after her.

Santana could practically see him drooling and that was all it took to reinforce her first impression of him.

Puck was gone a few moments later, saying a quick goodbye to Rachel before he left.

"Hm," Rachel hummed the second he was out of the door. "Do you think I will see him again?" Unsure of where this was going, Santana waited for Rachel to go on before she answered.

"I have never given someone a fake number before, but I can imagine meeting that person again after they've tried calling you might be awkward."

Santana stared at Rachel in awe, barely believing that those words had just come out of her mouth. "You did what?"

Rachel only smiled at her. "I do listen to you every once in a while, Santana. I just don't like to admit it."

"That makes two of us." Santana chuckled.

By the time Thursday rolled around, Santana felt exhausted and drained. Her body was aching from the copious amount of sex she'd had to endure since Monday night.

Three days in a row of hard pounding tended to do that to her. For the better part of the afternoon, Santana regretted giving up her day off only to see Brittany again.

However, she knew that if she was to have sex with her, it would finally seal the deal between them. She was sure that if Brittany got a taste of what it was like to roll around in the hay with someone, she would definitely come back for more. She just had to.

Arriving at the Schuester & Rhodes Company building around 5 pm, Santana didn't stop to chat a few minutes with Mike like she usually did, but instead quickly made her way inside. She quietly snatched the key to her apartment from Rachel, who called after her, "Take it slow this time, or at least make sure to strip her first before you-"

The rest of her speech was cut off when the elevator doors closed behind her.

Santana was nervous. Her heart was racing in her chest, and it felt so unfamiliar, so foreign to her. She wasn't normally this edgy and most definitely not when she was supposed to work.

For some reason, the thought of seeing Brittany again did this to her and she did not like it. Luckily though, Santana was an expert at compartmentalizing, so she did just that.

As she turned the key in the lock and let herself in, Santana took a few deep breaths. She shook her head at her own unusual behavior and entered the bedroom to grab her work attire. Settling on a simple black satin bra and proper panties, Santana took her sweet time to get un- and redressed.

When she was finished, she went to look herself up in the bathroom mirror, tousling her hair so that it fell in wild locks around her shoulders.

Satisfied with her appearance, Santana began to pace through the apartment without even realizing it. The clock at the wall was ticking away so painfully slowly that she almost went crazy.

Eventually, she sat down on a stool right at the counter of the small open kitchen, resting her head on her crossed forearms and closing her eyes. It felt like an eternity had passed since she had entered the apartment, yet it wasn't even half past 5 pm.

A whole hour went by without anyone coming and when the clock read 6:34, Santana couldn't stand it any longer. Brittany was standing her up and she was fucking pissed. Angry and frustrated, she stomped around the living room, talking animatedly to herself.

"I can't believe this is fucking happening. I'm so gonna request a new client."

Santana started cursing in Spanish for quite some time until a knock sounded in her ears. Intent on giving Brittany a piece of her mind - although she didn't exactly know why she even was this angry at someone she had just met - Santana practically launched herself at the door, ripping it open, her signature bitch face ready for the hissy fit she was about to throw.

The only problem with that was that Brittany beat her to it with an apology.

"I'm so, so sorry. Please don't be mad," she begged, her hands clinging onto a single red rose that she held in front of her.

"Puck went behind my back and made the appointment, but then he forgot all about it so I didn't know that I was supposed to be here until like, an hour ago, when he finally remembered."

Santana took her explanation in with a blank stare, blindsided by the sheer despair in Brittany's voice. Suddenly, the rose Brittany was carrying was offered to her, accompanied by a hopeful smile.

"Puck said I shouldn't bring flowers because that's for wussies, so I only got you one. I didn't know which flowers are your favorite, but I thought that..." Brittany trailed off when Santana eagerly took the rose from her tentatively outstretched hand and brought the flower head to her nose.

Santana was surprised by how incredibly sweet the scent that hit her nose was. An almost bashful smile spread across her face, her lips grazing the blossoms ever so lightly. Believe it or not, this was the first time someone had brought her flowers, or in this case, a single one.

All the rage that was still bubbling in the pit of her stomach instantly melted away. Brittany was now officially her new favorite client and it was in that very moment that Santana decided to show Brittany just how much she appreciated this seemingly small gesture.

A/N 2: Told ya, sort of a cliffhanger. But don't worry, the next chapter is all smut and hey, that's why we're here, right? ;-)