A/N: Happy New Year Everyone! Sorry this took awhile but this is a little bit early to be honest... Chapter 4 might take a while so I'm sorry in advance! Thanks for all the follows, faves and reviews... Keep them coming! :)
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"Lopez that was one hot chick you got there. You're lucky you saw her first." Puck had been talking about Brittany the whole time they were in the car and until they reached the office. Santana has no plans of making any comments about her. Brittany is hot but she is not Puck's type and she knows that. "If you don't mind, I'll ask her out on a date. What do you think?" "Yeah sure. I just don't want to spend money on you and Sugar that's why I'm keeping the dare on. That girl doesn't interest me." She said it firmly but she's lying. I admit it. I have a crush on her and I want to get my mack on but that's just it, Santana said to herself. "Cool Lopez!" She looked at Puck and saw a smile on his face. A smile? Please don't tell me he is seriously crushing on her.
When they arrived at the office, she was happy to find out that Rachel was not there. "Santana! Finally... let's go!" It was Mercedes. She gave Mercedes a puzzled look. "Berry said we should be at The Pinnacle in 5 minutes." She still had that puzzled look on her face. "Ugh Lopez come on. We don't want to get fired, do we?" "Since when were you scared about Berry Cedes?! And why there? Is her office for renovation or what?!" She started walking with Mercedes to the elevator. The Pinnacle is a new popular day bar near their company... it's very expensive though that's why she never cared to check it out. She is not poor... not at all... but she doesn't like to spend money on irrelevant stuff. "You know Berry... she has money and she flaunts it." Mercedes was right... rich people just doesn't know how to keep their status to themselves.
They are currently on the elevator of the next building to go up to The Pinnacle when she noticed a blonde girl. She looks simple but is obviously rich. "Sam, where are you and Britt?" The blonde was talking to someone on the phone. Wait did she just say Sam and Britt... the Sam and Brittany? You have got to be kidding me. She doesn't want to eavesdrop but there's no way she can't listen... and she wants to know if the blonde is indeed talking to Brittany's boyfriend. "I see. Okay. I can't wait to see you two! And tell Britt to look classy... enough with her sweatshirts and hoodies!" The blonde giggled at the reply from the other line which she was not able to hear. She's now sure she is Brittany's friend because of the mention of sweatshirts and hoodies. Brittany looks great even in those... why would they want to make her look classy?
They reached the bar and it was elegant... no wonder this place was so expensive. Santana and Mercedes can't help but appreciate the place. As expected, Brittany's friend was there too and she was surprised to see how she acted in the restaurant. She was commanding but nice, she must be the manager or someone important. "Hello Miss Fabray." Santana recognized the voice. "Hi. Yes? How may I help you?" "Oh I'm Rachel Berry from Berry&Co. I'm already a fan of this bar of yours and I got these pair of shoes from one of your shops." Rachel said it excitedly and loudly. "Oh. Thank you Miss Berry. I hope you enjoy your experience here." The blonde smiled at Rachel and excused herself after.
Wow! Brittany's friend is fucking rich too. Why does she hang out with these people? Santana can't help but think about Brittany again and how she can handle being with these guys. Brittany seemed like a sweet, humble girl and Santana can't picture her as a bitchy rich blonde girl who gets what she wants. Santana can't also imagine ending up with a rich girl... definitely not her type.
Santana's parents struggled with their small business when she was young and these rich people gave them a hard time. Her parents strived for years... they were underdogs and bullied by those who were at the top of the corporate ladder. Her parents did their best so Santana could graduate and now that she earns good money, she told her parents to stop their business and offered full financial support. Her parents had enough hardships... she owed everything to them and they deserve a break. Santana doesn't totally hate every rich person though, just those who are totally worth hating.
"Santana Lopez are you listening to me?!" She heard what Rachel said but decided to ignore her. "Santana!" She still ignored her. Santana was enjoying the look on Rachel's face until she noticed the girl who occupied her mind these past few days... she can't help but smile. She looks beautiful. Her smile went away when she saw who was right behind Brittany. It was her boyfriend. She switched places with Mercedes so her back would face Brittany's. She should not be having any weird feelings now but it was all involuntary and she can't stand to see Brittany with that big-mouthed boyfriend of hers anymore. She was trying to hide but Rachel blew it... "Santana...!" This time it was loud and she was embarrassed. "Fuck off Berry! I'm listening!" If it wasn't for Sugar, she was sure she has no job by now.
Santana almost jumped out of her seat when someone tapped her shoulders. She turned around and saw Brittany... "Hey Brittany! What are you doing here?" She did it. She actually talked to Brittany first. "I'm with my bestfriends. Come San, I want you to meet them." "Best friends?" She needs to hear it again... the words best friends and not bestfriend and boyfriend. "Yup! Sam and Quinn!" Brittany grabbed her hand. "Hi. Excuse Santana for a while. Thanks!" Brittany led her to their table without even waiting for Rachel's approval.
"Hey guys! This is Santana! She lives next to my apartment." "Hi." She said softly. "Hi. I'm Sam. I'm the third blonde of this awesome trio." Sam's big mouth was emphasized because he was smiling widely but Santana didn't care... "And I'm Quinn..." Brittany's friends seem friendly and genuine and that's nice to know but what made Santana so happy is the fact that Sam is not Brittany's boyfriend.
"Hey Britt... Santana should join us later." Quinn said to Brittany. "Yeah San! We're going to a friend's bar tonight. You should come! Invite your friends too..." Brittany said cheerfully. Santana sure wants to be with Brittany... just the two of them though. Without the rich blondes and without her own set of friends but this is a good start. She might even get lucky tonight. "Sure... We'd love to hang out with you guys."
"Great! See you at Britt's apartment. I'll pick you guys at 8." Sam sounds excited. "Trouty, I'm sorry. Better pick up San and her friends. I'll go with Mike... we'll meet you guys there." Santana didn't expect that coming. Who the fuck is this Mike now? This is so great Santana. She now regrets her decision... but she already agreed so she has to deal with it. She hates the fact that this girl is creating all of these feelings to her. She's been with girls prettier and hotter than Brittany... but she was never nervous nor jealous because of them... but with Brittany she feels like a high school nerd crushing on a popular cheerleader. Brittany interrupted Santana's thoughts... "Hey, I should get going. I have to go to the studio. See you later San okay?" "Okay. I have to get back to our table too or else that dwarf over there will kill me." She laughed faintly because deep inside Santana would rather just sit with Berry in this bar all day than see Brittany around with this Mike.
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"How's your wife doing Mike?" Brittany asked her good friend. "She's doing better Britt. I can't thank you enough for letting me work here. Tina says her regards by the way... and little Dave says he misses the blondes." Mike and Brittany laughed. Mike's wife, Tina, has leukemia..., he has been having financial problems because of the treatment Tina needed, and their son Dave is going to school. "I miss him too. I can babysit for him sometimes if you want to." "Really?! Thanks Britt! I need to bring Tina to the hospital and I just can't leave Dave with a sitter." "Sure! I'd love to spend some time with my godchild. I miss him a lot. Anyway, are you sure you're coming with us tonight?" Brittany was not sure whether it was okay for Mike to come along with them tonight considering his wife is sick and he has a child. "Don't worry about it Britt, Tina's parents are at home... and I already asked permission." Brittany laughed... she loves the couple too much and wanted a relationship like that for herself. She can't help but miss her ex-boyfriend.
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"Britt! You look so pretty!" Sam kissed Brittany in the cheeks. "And Mike... how are you?!" Santana was speechless when she saw Brittany came in. She is so goddamn beautiful. Her blonde hair, her blue eyes plus a one-piece white dress made her look like an angel to Santana. "San...! I'm so glad you came! This is Mike by the way!" Brittany was holding Mike's arm when he introduced him. Get a hold of yourself Santana. You barely even know this girl. "Hi! I'm Santana..." She tried to sound enthusiastic but she can't... especially when Brittany is just right in front of her looking so beautiful yet she can't have her... "And this is Puck and Sugar." Santana added. A few minutes later of getting to know each other's friends, Quinn arrived. "Mike! How are you?! I'm so happy to see you and Britt as partners again... Your team up is always great if you know what I mean?!" Sam, Brittany and Mike laughed. Partners? Santana sighed. She can't handle it anymore... she decided to go to the bathroom but Puck grabbed her.
"Lopez, what the fuck are you doing?" "Trying to go the bathroom obviously?" Seeing Brittany with Mike is making her cranky again and she needs to go to the bathroom to calm her nerves. "You obviously like Brittany. I haven't seen you stare at someone like that. Why are you running away?" Ugh. Now she regrets bringing Puck with her tonight because he'll just add up to her list of worries. "Leave me alone Puck. I'm not running away and please stop insisting. I don't like Brittany!" She glared at Puck afterwards to try to make a point. "You don't like her. Fine... except for the fact that you stutter in front of her, you lose your Lopez charm and your eyes turn so green when she's so close to Mike or Sam. Pick your ass up and do your thing San!" Puck left her and went back to Brittany and her friends. Santana went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Puck's right Santana... you are not like this. Leave Brittany alone because she'll just give you trouble.Santana sighed but was determined to forget all of her feelings for Brittany.
Santana went back to their table and started drinking. "San, dance with me!" Brittany asked her eagerly... Don't. Santana reminded herself not to get so involved with Brittany. "Britt, I don't feel like dancing, my feet hurts. I'll just watch from here." Brittany pouted at Santana. Shit. Don't give me that pout Britt. "Okay San... rest your feet for awhile..." She grinned this time and that gave her relief but since she rejected Brittany, she went with Mike to the dance floor. Watching Brittany grind on Mike gracefully is making Santana's chest hurt. Was she jealous? Is this what jealousy feels like? It could have been her but she rejected her.
Santana has been drinking alcohol faster than usual. She had more shots than the guys, they were mostly spending their time on the dance floor... with Brittany and Quinn. She wanted to dance too because the music is so nice and she wants to be with Brittany but she really wants to forget her "little crush" first. She'd rather get drunk than watch Brittany grind on Sam, Mike, Puck and all the other guys and girls who seemed like they formed a line just to get to dance with her.
"Are you not enjoying this place Santana? Give me your feedback about this place, don't worry, our friend accepts criticisms well." Quinn sat beside her and smirked. "Of course I like it. It looks awesome." She said it with all honesty. She loves the place, it's classy, not that expensive and the place is so huge. "Then why are you here drinking your ass off?" She already likes Brittany's bestfriend. She maybe rich but she's cool and humble. "I'm not. It's just that my feet hurts and the drinks are so good I can't help but have more." They both laughed.
"Since you live next to Brittany, can you do me and Sam a favor?" Quinn looked serious now and it looks like she won't like what she'll say. "Um... I can't promise but what is it?" "Britt has been receiving notes... love notes since she arrived there. Britt doesn't know anyone else aside from you and Puck and this person might be a psychopath so we're scared for her. Can you watch over her sometimes?" Santana had to think of her reply first. She's no psychopath... and she definitely can't watch over Brittany when she herself is the secret admirer... but she can't say that of course. "Sure Quinn. You and Sam are really good friends." Santana was impressed with Sam and Quinn's attitude... "Britt's like our baby Santana... so I'm warning you in advance, if you or your friends hurt Brittany in any way... I'm going to skin you alive!" They both laughed at Quinn's threat but Santana didn't give any reply. She just smiled.
Quinn was now on the dance floor with Brittany while Santana was still there sulking and drinking shot after shot. Her good friends didn't even invite her on the dance floor because they're enjoying too much. Santana is aware that she's getting drunk but she badly wants distraction. A few more shots later, all Santana could remember was blurting out "These feelings suck."
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Santana woke up with a severe headache. She looked at the clock and panicked because it's already 12noon. Berry is going to fucking kill her. She has no choice but to call in sick. She got up to prepare lunch but when she went to the kitchen... someone was already there.
"Britt?" Santana asked with a confused tone. "Good thing you're awake. Eat all of these. I'm sure you have a terrible headache now." Brittany said with concern. Santana sat down and started eating. "And here San... take one pain reliever after you eat." Santana can't believe it. The girl she was trying to avoid last night is inside her apartment taking care of her. "Thanks Britt. I don't remember what happened last night. Did I give you so much trouble?" Santana was a little bit embarrassed. This was the first time she got drunk because of a girl and she might have said stupid things. "Hmmm... not much... except you were bawling like a three year old when we got here. You were saying something about having feelings is stupid." Santana's face turned red... That was not supposed to happen... especially in front of Brittany because she is the reason. She was so embarrassed that she wants to hide at that very moment... Brittany must have felt it because she spoke up again. "Don't worry about it San... Quinn can sometimes be like this. I'm used to taking care of emotionally drunk people." Brittany laughed... Santana did too.
Santana felt a little bit better because Brittany was doing a great job of making her feel comfortable. "This is really good soup Brittany." "Yeah? Not as good as Sam's though." "What? If this isn't good enough for you, check out my soup. You might never want me to take care of you." Santana was being honest when she said the soup was good. "Okay. I expect you to take care of me when the time comes and make me that soup. And don't you dare practice!" Brittany said it jokingly and they both laughed. Santana was feeling a lot better now but there were a lot of questions running in her mind. Is this what it feels like to have someone for you? What is Brittany like as a girlfriend? Will she even consider me? Weren't you supposed to stop all of these and forget all of your feelings for her? The last question she has gave her a little heartache. I'm so doomed... this should really stop.
Santana grabbed her phone and saw almost 20 missed calls from Rachel. "San, I hope you don't mind but I answered her call." "Oh? I'm sorry Britt... Did she say something mean to you?" Santana wouldn't want someone touching her phone, even if it was Puck or Sugar but she wasn't mad at Brittany. She was even worried that Rachel said something Brittany wouldn't like... and if she did, she'd go to the office right now to slap Rachel hard. "No. I told her you were with me and that you're really sick and she said it's fine... so don't worry." "Are you serious? That woman breathes fire on me even when I'm just 5 minutes late!" Santana was surprised to hear that Rachel is fine with her being absent... maybe she's just being decent on the phone with Brittany. Well at least she was decent. "Trust me. This is fine. By the way, I'm going shopping later, want to come with me?" Santana wasn't sure of this. She's been telling herself to get less involved with Brittany but Brittany being friendly and all is making it hard for her... she doesn't want to regret missing out a time with Brittany though, like last night. "Sure! I'd love to..." "Great. I'll go get ready then. See you later San."
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Brittany was almost ready. It's a good thing Santana will come with her. Quinn is busy and she needs someone to comment on whatever dress she will pick for tomorrow. She's nervous and excited at the same time... and she just can't wait for all of her dreams to come true. When Brittany was done, she decided to go to Santana's apartment but once she opened her door, a note was waiting for her. "I want us to be together... but I'm scared and I'm slowly falling apart. Blue eyes, this is goodbye... It has just been three days but it felt like I've known you forever. I am saving myself and I am saving you too. –S." Brittany felt the pain from the note she just read but she was a little bit annoyed with "S". This person who she doesn't even know had the guts to leave her notes and all but then decides to back down without even telling her who he is. Instead of going to Santana's apartment, she came back to her own, grabbed a paper and pen and wrote something. It was a reply for her secret admirer. She went out again to post it to her door hoping that "S" will be able to read it.
A few seconds later, Santana came out from her apartment with a confused look on her face. "Britt, what are you doing?" "I've been receiving love notes these past three days San. And I'm sort of pissed with this person today." Brittany said firmly. She didn't get any response from Santana so she decided to change the topic. "I'm sorry for dragging you with me today. I'll treat you later instead." She smiled. "I'd rather spend this time with you because the apartment can be boring... Umm, by the way, why were you pissed off with the person sending you notes?"
"Well I don't understand why this person would tell me he likes me but decides to abandon whatever he's doing. Why start when you can't finish right?" They were now walking to the parking lot to have a ride on her car. "That person must be scared Britt... I mean look at you, your boyfriend is so lucky." Brittany felt that Santana was being honest with her compliment and she appreciates it. "Thanks... but I'm single San. If I had a boyfriend, I won't even bother who "S" is." Brittany smiled because it was true. She wants to know who her secret admirer is and it would really suck if he would stop.
"You're single? What about Mike?" Brittany laughed. "Not you too...? People just misunderstand my closeness to my guy friends. He's married... I work with him and we're good friends with his wife as well." "Oh. Sorry I thought you guys were together." "I'll let you know once I have one San. If this secret admirer of mine shows himself to me, he might be the one." Brittany joked but she secretly hoped that he would reveal himself one of these days... maybe he is her soulmate.
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Santana can't believe it... Brittany is single and even considering her secret admirer... Now she is confused as to what she'll do... let go or give it a try. On the way to one of the popular fashion districts in New York, she has been quiet. "San, are you okay? Do you still have a headache?" How could this girl be so caring and perfect? Santana asked herself. "No I'm good. Thanks Britt." She meant what she said... this was the first time someone took care of her and she really appreciates it.
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"Here we are! This is Q's shop... she's kind of busy now that's why she can't help me with this so thanks for coming with me San and choose some for yourself too... it's on m – Quinn." Brittany started looking through Quinn's collection for her. She almost said it's on her but she didn't want her new friends to know that she is a Pierce. Santana and her friends are nice but she just wants to keep it on the low and just be plain Brittany. "Is Quinn sure? These are too expensive for my taste. I'll pass." Santana said shyly. "Yes San! Don't worry about it... Here, try this on, I bet you'll look hot in it..." She winked at Santana and gave her a tight black dress. She's positive Santana will look gorgeous in it.
"Miss Brittany, Miss Quinn says everything in that rack is all yours and she made sure everything fits you perfectly." "Thanks Kurt! Your boss is too awesome... and we're getting the black dress for my friend too okay?" Good thing Santana is still in the fitting room because she needs to pay whatever Quinn prepared for her plus the black dress. She'd rather let Santana think that everything is on the house... "She sure is. Okay. Do you still want to try them on?" "No Kurt. I trust you and your boss so you can pack them now. Thanks!" Brittany said excitedly.
Santana came out of the fitting room with a huge smile... "Britt, I really like it. Say thanks to Quinn for me." "Why didn't you let me see you in it first San?" Santana laughed at her. "It won't be a surprise if you already saw me in it. Next time Britt." "Hmpph... fine. Let's grab a cup of coffee first. You okay with it?" It's a little bit cold outside and Brittany is craving for a good cup of coffee. "I'd love to but this time it's my treat... for taking care of me." There was a nearby coffee shop so they decided to go there. While they were on their way, a black Porsche parked near them and the driver was walking towards her.
"Miss Brittany, can you come with me?" Who the fuck is this guy? Santana thought. Brittany has a confused look on her face as well and she did not respond so Santana knew Brittany does not know the guy as well. The driver spoke up again, "Miss, I am Mr. Abrams driver. He wants to talk to you." Santana looked at Brittany who now looks worried than confused. "Is he inside the car? Can you tell him we'll just talk in the coffee shop; we are headed there." Brittany sounded nervous and Santana is now getting all confused. "I'm sorry Miss but you really need to come with me." Santana can't stand it anymore and decided to interrupt... "Excuse me, but tell your boss what she just said. It's either in the coffee shop or no talk at all." Santana said it firmly and even glared at the driver. She has no clue who Mr. Abrams is but Brittany obviously didn't want to go with the driver. "Miss, it'll save us a lot of trouble if you come with me." Santana was ready to slap the driver but Brittany spoke up... "San, I have to skip coffee... Sorry." Brittany still had that worried look but she started walking with the stranger. "Britt, I'll come with you!" Santana wants to come with Brittany; she wants to make sure she is safe with whoever wants to talk to her. "San, I'll be fine. I know him. See you later?" Brittany tried to smile but Santana can feel something is wrong and she doesn't want to cross the line now. "Okay. I'll wait." Santana said softly.
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A/N: Little Brittana I know... but I really want a story where they take it slow. :) Hope you still enjoyed this chapter... :)