A/N: Hello everyone! Firstly, I'd like to say that I am overwhelmed and gracious for everyone's reviews. Simply, you guys are amazing. I plan on updating at least once a week. I'll try more, but I'm getting a like perfectionist with this story because I just want everything to flow well. Also, I'm writing this story primarily in Brittany's POV, but at some points it will have to be in Santana's POV just to explain some feelings and background information. Anyway I hope everyone enjoys the next chapter.

Chapter Two

Santana's POV

I can't believe the nerve of that girl. I thought I slapped some sense into her, but apparently I just made her crazy or something. What really pisses me off is that she came here and met Nina. I never let anyone new meet Nina unless I think they're okay or I've known them for a while. She's three years old and I know this world. People suck and I would kill someone before allowing them to hurt my little girl.

After Brittany leaves, I walk inside my home and into the kitchen to find my mother making dinner. Nina is in the family room playing with her toys and watching TV. In the kitchen, mami is humming some old tune and making dinner.

"So that was the young woman from last night?" she asks without turning around. How she does that, knows that I'm in the room without me making a sound; I will never know. "Yeah she really looks like the devil reincarnated," mom sarcastically adds.

I may or may not have said some things in the heat of the moment last night when I came home. "Why did you let her in here? Especially since you knew who she was."

"I was intrigued and I admired her guts for showing up here. I know you. You probably scared the girl and the fact that she showed up to apologize, well that's kind of brave."

"Or she's just stupid," I mumble under my breath.

"I can hear you." I just roll my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me."

Okay seriously, she hasn't turned around once. "Don't do that again."

"Excuse me?" now I have her attention as she turns around to face me.

"Don't allow a complete stranger in here, especially ones looking for me," I firmly tell her.

"I know that, but she is harmless."

"No she is a rich spoiled brat who hasn't had to fight for everything she has," I argue with a little anger.

"I didn't get that impression. She seemed nice and really sweet, so why don't you get to know her first before making all these judgments," mami turns back around to finish making dinner.

I'm about to say something, but Nina runs into the room. "Mommy, mommy!"

I immediately smile and lift her up so she's resting on my hip. "Did you have a good day with your abuela?"

She nods excitedly. "Mommy, Britty said she likes ducks, too. Ewin feeds them."

"Oh really," I say trying to act interested, but I'm even more upset.

"Yeah. She should come wit us to feed em," Nina suggests.

"Maybe, we'll see," I tell her.

We eat dinner together and afterwards I get Nina ready for bed. It's Monday night, so I have nigh class at Baruch College. It's just business classes, so eventually I want to go to law school, but that's a little difficult right now. I don't only work for the catering company; I have another job. Mondays thru Thursdays during the day, I'm a secretary for a small law firm. On Fridays and Saturdays I work part time for the catering company, waitressing in the restaurant in the mornings then at night for any big parties. I'm taking some online classes and actually go to classes three times a week at night. I take Sundays for myself.

I work so much as part of this deal my mami and I had. When I got pregnant, she offered to move in with me and watch Nina during the days while I worked. My dad died when I was sixteen and I had no brothers or sisters so it was easy for my mami to leave Ohio. That's right I'm from Ohio and left as soon as they handed me that diploma. I was in my sophomore year at NYU, but had to drop out when I was four months pregnant. It took some time, but we eventually set up a workable system.

Once, Nina is tucked in and I've read her favorite story I'm off to class. I'm just taking some standard business classes. I would've already graduated now and applying for law school, but life got in the way. Not only has going to law school been put on hold, but also my love life. I mean it's hard enough being gay, but gay with a kid makes things worse. Now you're probably wondering how does a lesbian end up with a kid. It's called a drunken night where one is so drunk she doesn't even realize she slept with a guy.

Now I know your next question. Why the slap when Brittany kissed me? I know Brittany's type, the rich player type. They think they're better than everyone else and that the people below them have been put here for their entertainment. They're unreliable and always have an ulterior motive. Yeah, don't let those sparkling blue eyes fool you. She's probably out every weekend with a different girl in her bed each night.

The next day at work, Puck approaches me and sets a cup of coffee on my desk.

"Thank god," I say as I drink the coffee. I can't live without a caffeine fix.

"I think you meant 'thank you Puck', but I'll take what I can get," he says and I roll my eyes. Puck is like my big brother. We met when I started working here two years ago. He works part time in the mailroom and runs errands around the office. I don't really understand his official title, but it doesn't matter.

"What did you do last night?" I ask trying to make small talk.

"Just chilled with Rachel at home." Puck's dating my co-worker, Rachel Berry, and I unfortunately introduced them. Rachel and I work for the catering company.

"Sounds fun," I say not sounding interested at all.

"What about you?"

"That chick from the other night showed up at my house yesterday."

"Wait rich birthday girl?" I nod. "Wow. Brave, what did she want?"

"To apologized and wanted to make it up to me. We're suppose to have lunch sometime."

"Oh you like her," Puck begins to taunt.

"What? Hell no!" I exclaim.

"No you like her."

"You know what how about you let me work and go talk to your hobbit of a girlfriend?"

"Whatever," he says then leaves and I can't help but laugh a little.

Brittany's POV

I have had Santana's name high lighted on my phone for the last thirty minutes. I've been trying to text or call her, but each time I start I don't know what to say and I start getting butterflies in my stomach. I can't remember the last time I was this nervous to call a girl. I don't even know if she's gay, but I can't stop thinking about that kiss.

Okay you know what I'm just going to text her. Texting is the safe way to go.

Hey, I was wondering when you were free this week for lunch? :)

After a few minutes my phone's buzzing with a reply.

Santana- How's tomorrow? There's a little café from my office with pretty decent food. 12 good?

I quickly type my response. Sounds perfect :) see you then!

Santana- Remember this is not a date.

Of course not :)

I can't help, but jump for joy when her reply is yes. Later today day, she texts me to tell me where the café is, and the name isn't one I recognize.

It's takes me at least an hour to pick out an outfit to wear. I choose dark blue skinny jeans and a grey sweater with a white t-shirt underneath. I arrive at the café a little before 12 so I can get us a table. The café is small, remote, but has a nice feel to eat. It's easy to get a seat since there are not a lot of people there. They seat me a little towards the back.

I'm only waiting for about five minutes before Santana walks into the café. I wave to grab her attention and she starts walking towards me. She looks really sexy, dressed up all businesswomen like. She's wearing a black pencil skirt with black heels and a white button down blouse. Her long black hair flows over her shoulders and frames her face perfectly.

"Hi," she sits down in front of me.

"Hi. Hope you haven't been waiting long?" she asks.

"No," I tell her. "I really like this place."

"Yeah it's one of my favorites."

We settle into some nice conversation. The basics, like where she works and stuff before the waiter comes to take our order.

"So what do you do?" she asks after the waiter has brought us our drinks.

"I'm a dance student at Juilliard."

"Wow that's impressive," she says even though she doesn't sound impressed. "But aren't you graduating soon?"

"Yeah in December."

"So are you working?"

"Not really."

"What does that mean, not really?"

Damn she's like a drill sergeant with these questions. "I currently don't have a job."

"Oh got it. Any reason why?"

"Um, well," I start stuttering trying to think of any reasons.

"You don't have any do you? Just living off daddy's money," she says pretty much talking down to me. I don't take it too personally; this is normally the reaction that people get with me.

I decide to change the subject. "So have you been working for the catering company long?"

"Just a year."

"Well you guys do a wonderful job," I compliment trying to lighten the mood.

"Thanks," she says smiling lightly. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah anything," I tell her.

"I'm just a little curious. Who gave you my address?" she asks.

"Well I can't give away all my secrets then the mystery would be dead."

"It was Rachel wasn't it?" she deadpans. Shit how did she know that. "It's okay I won't tell Rachel or get her in trouble. Honestly, I'm not surprised. When she found out it was your party we were catering, she asked everyone to switch shifts with her. Since you're our biggest client this month no one was willing to switch. She went on and on about how good of a dancer you were and stuff. She wouldn't shut up for days. It was kind of annoying."

Having met Rachel, this just makes me laugh. "I'm guessing you have to be good for someone to be that big of a fan." This was more of a statement than question. We talk some more and the tension is slowly beginning to lift. Our waiter brings our food and I've got to admit it's delicious.

I decide to be a little daring. "I know you were a little hesitant before, but I'm just wondering and you don't have to answer, um how old is Nina?"

She looks up from her food and stares at me. Those brown eyes bore into my blue and I can't help but feel a little nervous under this stare. She lets out a deep sigh before answering, "she's three years old."

I smile a little. "She has to be one of the cutest kids I've ever met."

Santana laughs a little. "Thank you."

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but who's the father?" I know I shouldn't, but I can't help to. I'm curious.

"Not in the picture," she answers and I decide to leave it at that.

"So you work at a law firm? I take it you want to be a lawyer someday?" I ask.

"It's always been my dream. I want to work at some big law firm, like White and Case, or something."

"That's really cool. Where do you go to school?"

"I'm taking some online classes and business classes at night at Baruch College."

"Well you're a busy woman."

"Have to be," she says.

We finish lunch and I pay the waiter. We're outside the café saying goodbye before we part ways.

"Thank you for lunch," she says.

"It was my pleasure," I say. "Um, if you ever want to get lunch again sometime or hang out just shot me a text or something. I really enjoyed talking to you and would like to do it again."

She thinks for a minute. "Yeah I guess that would be okay. I kind of liked talking to you too."

Yes! I internally scream. I would call this a successful lunch. "Well I better let you get back to work. Tell you mom and Nina I said hi."

"Goodbye Brittany," she says smiling before walking away from me.

Over the next couple of days I keep going over the conversation with Santana about working. I can't help, but feel she's right. I have no reasons to not work and I'm living off my dad's money. Friday night I sit at my computer writing my resume. Since talking to Santana I have been searching dance studios seeing who had available jobs. Around, nine Quinn shows up at my apartment looking like she's ready to go out.

"Hey Brit I was thinking," she walks into my kitchen where I'm sitting staring at my laptop. "Why aren't you dressed? Aren't we going to meet Mercedes and Kurt?"

I look up from my laptop. "Yeah what time is it?"

"Nine," she looks at me a little surprised that I'm not aware of the time. Usually I'm on her ass about going out.

I leave my laptop and go into my room. I quickly take a shower and find something hot to wear. I'm putting on the finishing touches of my make-up when Quinn walks into my room.

"So you're writing your resume?" she asks.

"Yeah did you see anything wrong with it?" I ask.

"No it looked fine, but why are you writing it?"

"I have a few interviews lined up at a couple dance studios."

"You're not dropping out of Juilliard are you?" she asks a little worried.

"What? No, but I'm going to need to do something after I graduate. I'm hoping to find a part time job and then work full time after I graduate."

"And why all of a sudden this change? I mean you haven't really expressed getting a job before now."

"Yeah I know, but I went to lunch with Santana the other day and she just said some things that got me to think about my life lately."

"Hmm," is all Quinn says before dropping the subject.

We meet Kurt and Mercedes at a local bar before heading out to a club. Tonight is different, though, I'm not interested in any of these girls. At the end of the night everyone is surprised when I don't take a girl home. I can see the weird expressions on their faces when we leave, but no one questions it when I say that I'm just tried and all the girls were boring to me. It's a legit excuse since I've used it in the past.

Saturday nothing special happens and I decide to stay in that night. I haven't been in the party mood lately and I don't know why. This isn't like me at all. On Sunday, I'm woken up by something nudging me. I open my eyes to see Rex, my golden retriever, sitting beside my bed with his leash in his mouth. I can help, but smile and pat him on his head.

"Okay boy we'll go to the park."

I get out of bed, get dressed, and call Quinn. "Hey Q want to go to the park with Rex and I?"

"Yeah sure. I'll meet you there with coffee."

"Thank god," I say before hanging up.

Rex and I meet Quinn in Central Park. She hands me the coffee and gives Rex part of her croissant.

"So what's going on with you?" Quinn asks as we begin walking through the park.

I immediately know what she's talking about. "I don't know. I just haven't been in the party mood lately."

"Okay as long as there isn't anything too serious going on," she says.

"You'd be the first to know."

We head towards the pond and take a seat on one of the benches. We just look out onto the water enjoying the peaceful Sunday and that's when I hear her voice.

"Nina stop slow down!"

I see Nina running towards me with Santana chasing her. She stops in front of me and with a big smile on her face says, "Hi."

I chuckle a little bit. "Hi."

Santana finally catches up. "Nina you can not just take off like that." I don't think she's noticed me yet.

"But mommy look," Nina points to me.

"Oh hey Brittany," Santana says a little surprised.

"Hi," I tell them. "Enjoying a day at the park?"

Nina nods excitedly while Santana says, "Yeah."

"Santana this is my friend Quinn. Quinn you remember Santana," I introduce the two.

"Yeah from your party," Quinn says as she shakes Santana's hand. "It's nice to see you again."

"Likewise," Santana says.

"Oh and this little one is Nina, Santana's daughter," I say.

"Nice to meet you," Quinn says to the little girl, who just smiles in return.

"Britty will you come feed ducks wit us?" Nina asks.

"Oh sweetie Brittany probably doesn't have the time," Santana says.

"No I'm free," I quickly offer. "And I'll love it as long as it's okay with your mommy."

Nina looks up to Santana. "Alright let's go," Santana says.

"Hey Britt I have to go finish up some things for work. I'll be at your place around five," Quinn says.

"Okay."

Nina takes my hand and excitedly pulls me towards the pond where the ducks are.

"What's his name?" Santana asks as we begin to feed the ducks with the loaf of bread they brought.

"Rex. He's really friendly with kids," I assure her so she knows that Nina is safe. Nina starts petting him and Rex loves it.

"Yeah he's really good with her," Santana notes.

We start into some casual conversation. It's a lot easier than before and Santana openly laughs when Nina starts making fun of me. I joke around with Nina and listen to her talk excitedly about the adventures of Dora the Explore. She's the sweetest kid. Santana gets us a couple of hotdogs and we sit down on the bench with Nina in between us. Eventually, Nina curls into me and passes out.

"I think it's time to take her home," Santana says.

"Yeah. Sorry I think I wore her out," I say yawning.

Santana chuckles. "I think she did the same to you."

I walk with Santana to the subway station.

"Thank you for letting me to hang out," I say.

"No problem."

Nina wakes up for a little bit and sleepily asks, "Can come wit us again, Britty?"

"That's up to your mom," I tell her.

"I think we can work something out," Santana says. "Goodbye Brit."

"Goodbye San," I say smiling widely at the nickname she just used for me.

After watching the two go into the subway Rex and I head home. When I get inside Quinn is sitting on my couch. I didn't realize it was nearly five o'clock.

But before I can greet her or say anything Quinn looks at me and calmly, but firmly says, "You can not get involve with Santana."

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