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A week had passed since Brittany had put her plan into action and so far it had been a big flop. Mostly due to the fact that she had hardly spent any time in the car with Santana. All the places she needed to go were, at the most, a 15 minutes drive away and there was no way a conversation could be started in that short space of time. But today was different. Today she was off to a secluded beach for a photo shoot. At least an hour drive away, more if the traffic was bad. For once Brittany would not being stuck in a queue somewhere on the freeway, today she could live with that.

"So Santana, I'm super excited about this photo shoot today, I love the beach. Do you love the beach?" Brittany started with a little small talk.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"You guess so!? Oh come on Santana who doesn't love the beach? I mean the fresh sea air, making sand castles, playing in the waves, working on the tan. It's the most fun ever."

"I've not really been to the beach much."

"WHAT?" Brittany was shocked. "How? I mean…how?"

"Just never really have. Grew up somewhere where going to the beach was a two day drive and then moved here and worked. Never got much chance."

Oh wow, a tiny snippet of information. She didn't grow up near a beach. This is good. "Oh you poor thing. Well we have to change that today then. You can come to the shoot with me."

"I should stay with the car."

"No. Nope, I won't have that. It's a beautiful day, the perfect day for you to wiggle your toes in the sand. I insist."

"I don't know." Santana would love to feel the sand between her toes but didn't want to be unprofessional. Her job was to drive Brittany and look after the car, not frolic on a beach.

"Ah come on, it'll be fun. Pleasssssseeee….."

Santana smiled as she looked in the rearview mirror and saw Brittany pout. She shook her head, resigned to the fact that she was not going to win this argument.

How can I resist that pout? She thought.

"Ok, for a little while."

"YAY!" Brittany squealed in the back. For the rest of the journey she proceeded to tell Santana just how much fun she was going to have, even offering to bury her in the sand. Santana won that argument.

Brittany was sat in the make up chair, the artist touching up the perfect job she had done only an hour previously. The sea air always made makeup go funky after a while, although Brittany still looked perfect.

The make up artist went about her job silently and meticulously, taking her time to ensure her work was perfection. Brittany didn't mind one little bit. She kept her eyes fixed on Santana the whole time. She was sat on some rocks across the beach from where the shoot was happening. She had let her hair down which was now gently blowing in the wind. She was gently hugging her knees to her chest and had her eyes closed against the breeze. She looks so beautiful, god I want to kiss her. Brittany thought and smiled. She had it bad.

"Are you ready Ms Pierce?" The photographer asked.

"Hmmmm…Oh yes, sorry. I'm ready when ever you are."

The photo shoot was due to last most of the day. It was for a magazine but her management wanted some photos for her portfolio to so there was a lot to get through. It had been someone's bright idea to bring some dogs into photo to. Brittany had never been a big animal fan but she had to admit they were cute.

"Ok can we bring in the Pom and the Pug please." The photographer shouted to his assistant who dutifully arrived a minute later with the two dogs on their leads.

"Right Brittany, I just want you to relax with them ok. Stand up, look like you are walking them. Sit down on the sand, let them climb on you. Lets just go freestyle with it shall we, see where we end up."

"Ok." Brittany took the two leads in her hands and went about following the photographer's instructions. Suddenly, out of nowhere the pug started barking and pulling on her lead. Before Brittany could get a proper hold the dog shot off after a seagull. The whole production became chaos, with everyone chasing the little dog who looked like she was having the best time of her life. No one could come close to catching her. Brittany just stood back and watched slightly amused. She then noticed the little dog running towards Santana's rock. Santana opened her eyes and looked down towards the little tapping dog and smiled. She slid off the rock and picked her up in her arms. The dog looked so happy, licking her face and wagging the little curl of it's tail.

The photographers assistant ran up to Santana, taking the dog from her arms and thanking her kindly. Santana just smiled and ruffled the dogs head who looked like she was desperate to go back to her new friend. Brittany watched the whole event unfold and wondered if this was the way in. Santana clearly liked animals and was good with them. The new plan was forming in her head and she smiled at the thought of it all.

"Hey." The sun was just beginning to set when Brittany went up to gently great Santana who was still sat on her rock. "You ok?"

"Hi. Yeah I'm fine thanks. You all done? Ready to head back?" Santana enquired.

"Yeah we are done thankfully. Sorry it took so long."

"Oh don't worry, I've been fine here."

"You should have gone for a paddle."

"Oh no, no I was fine just sitting here, really."

"No, I'm not having that Lopez. We are here now and you will paddle. Take off your shoes."

"Huh?"

"Now Lopez, that's an order." Brittany grabbed Santana's feet and started to undo her boots. Santana tried protesting but it was never going to stop Brittany. Before she knew it Brittany took hold of her hand and was dragging her to the waters edge.

"I'm not sure about this. I've got to drive us back yet and I don't want to do it with wet feet."

Brittany looked and Santana and tilted her head slightly. "That's what towels are for silly. Now, you ready?"

Before Santana could answer she was again being dragged by her hand into the surf. Brittany let out a shriek as the cold water lapped over he toes. As much as Santana wanted to not do she couldn't stop herself from laughing at the blondes reaction. She's so cute. Oh no Santana, do not think that. No No NO!

"See how great it is Santana, what you have been missing all day."

"It's freezing!"

"Well yeah but it's still wonderful isn't it?" Brittany watched as Santana broke into a big grin. She knew she would love it. It was so nice to see her relax just abit. She had the most contagious smile Brittany had seen and she could help but give her a goofy grin in return.

They both stood in the surf for a few minutes, their feet finally getting used to the chill. Both kept stealing glances at the other when they weren't looking and both still had small, content smiles on their face.

"Oh god Santana, watch out!" Brittnay suddenly shouted.

"Wha…." Before Santana could answer Brittany kicked water onto her legs. Santana stood still, opened mouthed. Shocked and stunned at what just happened. She looked up at Brittany who had her hand over her mouth, stifling a giggle. "Did you seriously just do that?" She asked.

"Hmmm, what? I didn't do anything. Big wave, I tried to warn you.

Santana again looked down at her legs. Luckily she had rolled her trousers up so they weren't to soggy as the splash had mostly got the bottom of her legs. Before she knew it another 'big wave' covered her legs. This time much higher up.

"Oh no." Brittany giggled again realising that she had got Santana proper soggy. Santana again glared at Brittany with big, shocked eyes and open mouth. Before she had time to think about it she started running towards Brittany. Brittany took off quickly, just about avoiding every splash Santana sent her way. Before she knew it she was almost waist high in the sea but Santana kept coming after her.

Keeping out of the splash zone Santana was creating was more difficult now and suddenly Brittany felt arms around her waist and she was lifted out of the water. "NOOOOOO!" She equally screamed and giggled but was quickly cut short when Santana threw her back into the water.

She quickly came back up for air and saw Santana stood near her laughing so hard. "Oh god Brit, I'm sorry." She half apologised even though she was still giggling. Brittany couldn't help but join in the laughter. She loved seeing this relaxed, fun side of her driver. And she called me Brit, I like that. Plus she didn't mind being dunked one bit if it made Santana laugh.

Brittany could not resist one more splash in Santana direction. "Oh no, no more," she cried as she started to wade her way back to shore. Brittany followed close behind, still giggling at what had happened.

"I don't think a towel is quiet going to get my clothes dry Brittany. I'm going to have to drive home damp."

"Oh San, I'm sorry." Brittany replied through giggles.

"It's not funny." This would have been believable if Santana was stifling giggles of her own.

"No, no your right it's not." They looked at each other and then both burst out laughing again. It took a few minutes for them to finally settle down enough to figure out what they were going to do about Santanas damp clothes.

"I have spare clothes in the trunk. I'm sure we can find something for you."

Santana looked at her wondering if she was serious. She guessed it was the only option. Together they looked through the clothing options Brittany had with her. Thankfully amongst the tiny tops and shorts there was a pair of comfy sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"These should work, here you go." Brittany handed the clothes to Santana.

"Thanks." She took the clothes and walked to the other side of the car to change. Even though Brittany didn't say anything about wanting her privacy Santana figured it was best.

She took off her trousers and quickly toweled down her legs and pulled the dry clothes up. She unbuttoned her shirt and again towel dried herself off. Luckily she wasn't to wet but the clean dry clothes felt good. They also smelt good and before she could stop herself she pulled the neck of the t-shirt over her nose and sniffed.

On the other side of the car Brittany couldn't help but snatch a glance in the wing mirror. She gasped slightly when she saw Santana pull her shirt off and caught a glimpse at her stomach. She knew she should look away but couldn't stop herself. She crouched slightly, to pretend to towel her legs and she saw Santana pull the t-shirt down over her chest. She was slightly disappointed she didn't dry her legs slightly sooner. But she couldn't help but smile when she saw Santana take hold of the shirt and sniff.

"You were so good with that little dog earlier. Do you like animals?" Brittany asked on the journey back. She was tired after the busy day and all the sea air but she wanted to make the most of Santana's relaxed demeanor.

"Yeah I do. I have a cat at home."

"Oh really? What kind a cat?" What kind of cat? Brittany, what a stupid question.

"She is a tortoishell."

"A what?"

"A tortoishell. Basically means she is multi coloured, brown, white, ginger and black. She's called Flupet."

"Ha, what a great name." Brittany saw Santana smile in the mirror. "I've been thinking of getting a puppy." For about 4 hours anyway.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Those dogs were sweet today and it kinda made me realise that I wanted one."

"You should go to the pound and have a look."

Yes, perfect reaction that I need "Yeah. Santana, will you come with me?"

"Ummm…..Ok sure. If you want me to."

"I know you are off tomorrow but would you join me in the afternoon? Unless you have other plans of course?"

"No, no plans. So yes I can come with you."

"Can't wait!"

The next day Santana met Quinn for breakfast. It was their first breakfast together since Santana started her new job and they had a lot of catching up to do.

"…and then he left. What a bastard. I mean I always new he lacked in a heart but to just say that and leave was just….god I was so angry."

Quinn was telling Santana how her boyfriend of 4 months had just walked out two nights ago.

"He's not worth it if he going to treat you like that Q. You deserve more and you know that."

"Yeah I know. Bastard."

They had pretty much caught up on everything that had been happening in their lives and thankfully Quinn had not tried to get to much information out of Santana about her job and who her client was. Santana always enjoyed chatting to Quinn but she was desperate to ask her about her new dilemma she was having. She had to word it right or it would lead to some tricky questions.

"Hey Quinn, can I ask you a hypothetical question?"

"Sure, go for it."

"Ok, so, um…..if you had feelings for someone, like, I don't know, your boss. What would you do about it?"

"My boss is like 57, 5 foot 2, fat and bald. That's highly unlikely San."

"Come on Q, hypothetically, what would you do?"

"You have crush on your boss?"

"Q, please!"

"Alright, ok. Hypothetically what would I do? Well there are a lot of different factors to consider. Are they in a relationship? Do they show interest in me? How much do I like them? Are those types of relationships allowed in the work place? Once all those things have been thought over then you can decide what to do."

"Yeah I know that. So say they were single and very friendly and chatty so seemed to show a kind of interest. What would you do?"

"If I really liked them and I thought that it was worth it I would go for it. Get to know them if I could. Forget that they are the boss and just see it as someone that I liked and wanted to pursue."

"Hmmmm."

"What's going on in that head of your San?"

"Nothing really."

"That's not the type of question you ask for know reason. I know you Santana, what's going on in that head of yours?"

"Honestly Q, I don't know at the moment. I just need to think. Anyway, I need to go."

"Huh?"

"I'm helping someone pick a puppy. I got to go pick them up"

"Ah your going to the pound. No fair, I wanna go!"

"You can go anytime Q, but knowing you you would end up with a new dog everytime."

"That's true."

"I'll call you soon ok."

"Ok. Oh and San, next time I want more details ok."

"Maybe." Santana replied with a wink.

"No maybe Miss, definatly!"

"I'll see you soon Q."

Thanks for all the reviews so far. I really appreciate all of them. Keep them a coming and I promise more Brittana from now on!

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