To answer a couple of reviews I was going to have Brittany hear what Jesse had said but I couldn't get the writing of that right so am going down a different route. Stay tuned to see what happens. ;p

Later that day Santana was sat at home, Flupet curled up in her lap gently rumbling away as she thought about what had transpired between her and Brittany only hours earlier. Her lips had been that close to hers that she had felt Brittany's breath upon them. She had wanted to desperately to close the small gap between them and maybe, just maybe if that stupid phone hadn't of buzzed she may have done.

She had had the odd relationship in the past and had cared for the women they were with but something was different with Brittany. She was feeling things she had never done before. Yes the sexual attraction was there, Brittany was hot, that was undeniable, but there was something else to. Santana thought long and hard about what it was. She had known Brittany for only a few months, interaction had been limited but still she felt like she had known her for years. She felt a closeness she had not felt before, almost like a friendship with the singer but no, it was something more. Soulmates maybe.

"God Santana, snap out of it!" She scolded herself. She knew that whatever she was feeling right now counted for nothing. Even if Brittany had even an inkling of a feeling in return it couldn't happen. Her manager had put paid to that.

Santana couldn't understand why her manager was like that towards her. So adamant that nothing should transpire between her and Brittany. But why? What was his problem? And did Brittany know about it? No she couldn't, could she? Why would she have come that close to kissing her if she knew it was not allowed?

"Urrghhhhhh." Santana slumped further into the sofa wanting to forget about the day. She wanted what had happened to not have so she could just return to work the day after next without a worry. She wanted to be able to drive Brittany to where she needed to be without any awkward, uncomfortable silences, which she knew there would be.

She sat there thinking over her options, what would happen next and what she could do to sort the seemingly impossible situation she had got herself into. Soon she started to drift off to sleep, her brain overload finally getting the better of her. But no sooner had she shut her eyes she was awoken by her phone. She jumped at the sudden noise and Flupet leaped off her lap in fright.

"Ow." She rubbed her thighs where the cats claws had left little pin pricks.

"Hello?"

"What are you up to tonight me ol chum?" It was Puck.

"Thinking of how depressing my life is and drowning it in alcohol and ice cream." She mumbled in return.

"Wha?"

"Nothing Puck, don't worry. No I have no plans for tonight. Why?"

"Fantastic. You, chicha, are joining me a Q for shots at the club in…oooooo….about an hour."

"Am I?"

"Yep, and don't be late." With that he hung up.

Going out was the last thing Santana felt like doing but she knew she hadn't the energy to argue with Puck, and no doubt Quinn about the matter. She resigned herself to the fact she was going to have to attempt to be sociable that evening and started about getting ready.

"And then what happened?" Quinn asked

"Nothing. I got in the elevator, got the car and went home to dwell on it."

"What a tit. I'm surprised you didn't knee him in this nuts for that."

"As tempting as that was I still need my job. What was I supposed to do?"

"What does the boss say about it?"

"Nothing. I don't even know if she knows about the stupid 'Golden Rule.' If she did she wouldn't have moved in to kiss me right?"

"I guess so."

"Oh come on ladies get with it." Puck interjected. "Isn't it clear what's happening here? She's just playing you. She's a celeb, she can have who the fuck she wants but she sees you as a game. The forbidden fruit and she wants to see how far you'll go. She wont sack you for it and nor will the twat Jeremy."

"Jesse."

"Whatever. They are probably laughing about it right now. 'Oh look we got the little driver to fall for the big celeb and now she terrified…hahaha…what fun' and all that bullshit. Look Santana, you need to forget about this chick and move on. It's not worth the hassle. Look around you, do you have any idea how many ladies have been checking you out?"

"What?"

"Look over there, the blonde by the bar. Been eyeing you up since she set foot in this joint. And the red head in the corner." Santana casually turned to look. "Been practically undressing you for the past 10 minutes. Not doubt wants to drag you to the restroom and bang your brains out."

"What's your point here Puck?" Quinn asked.

"What I'm saying is she can have anyone she likes. You're a hot lady Santana, I'd happily do you if you let me." He carried on whilst trying to ignore the scowl her got from both of his friends. "You could have your pick of anyone you liked, anyone. Forget about her, move on and for fuck sake get yourself laid."

"Thanks for the advice Puck." Santana growled at him. She knew he was right, at least about some of it. She found it hard to believe she was some kind of game to Brittany but who knows. Puck got up to go to the bathroom and get another round in. When he left Santana sighed loudly.

"It's not that easy is it San? Not as easy and Puck reckons?"

"Nope."

Quinn sighed and stared at her friend. She knew what was happening and understood how hard it was for Santana to admit.

"You've fallen for her haven't you?"

"Yep." There was nothing more for Santana to say, nothing more she could. It was as simple as that. Yes, she had fallen for Brittany and moving on was not as easy as chatting up some random red head in a bar.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Honestly Q, I have no idea. The simple option would be to quit right. That way the temptation is gone."

"But you don't want to quit?"

"NO! God no I don't want to quit. I love this job but…fuck." Her head hurt. Partially from the alcohol Puck kept putting in front of her but mostly because of the dilemma that was boring its way through her brain.

"Honestly San I don't see the problem. If you like her and she likes you back, which from what you just told us she does, then what's to stop you? I think Puck is wrong about her playing you. I don't know who the hell it is, unless you want to tell me now?" Santana shook her head. "No, well, whoever she is from what you say about her she doesn't sound like a bitch. Maybe she feels as you do in which case she isn't going to sack you. And who says her manager needs to know anything. We all know how good you are at keeping secrets." Quinn finished with a wink.

"Keeping my sexuality secret was easy, keeping my feelings under wrap for Br…..her is not."

"Then talk to her. Be honest with her and see what happens. Or else this is going to eat you alive San. I for one don't want to see that. I'll be here for you no matter what, you know that, but I don't want to see you hurt. You have to decide your priorities here and go for what you want the most."

"More shots ladies." Puck returned with a tray full of glasses. "Drink up, the night is still young and I want to see how many numbers I can get."

The girls looked at each other with raised eyebrows. They both loved Puck dearly but they also knew what a complete man-whore he was.

The following afternoon Santana was not surprised when she woke up with a hangover. Her nights out with her two best friends always ended with her waking up the following day with her brain feeling like it was melting out of her ears. But still she did it and she especially needed to drink last night to try and silence her mind, even just for a few hours.

Thankfully she had the day off so she was able to recover and sober up. Today was definitely going to be a sofa day for Santana. After crawling out of bed she shuffled to the kitchen and made herself a strong pit of coffee. Taking her mug she flopped down on her sofa and switched on the tv.

Little did she know on the other side of the city Brittany was in pretty much the same state.

After Santana had left yesterday Jesse had given her a lecture about spending time with her 'staff', as he put it. He also wasn't to pleased about her new puppy, especially when she jumped onto his lap and got fur all over his smart suit.

Brittany didn't really like Jesse that much but without him she wouldn't be where she was now. He had helped her build her career and got her the big breaks she needed to become he star she was now. He had run the show choir at her old high school. He was a tough taskmaster, most people called him a total bastard, but he was good. He got results and won competition after competition.

When Brittany was noticed at a local talent contest her life became a whirlwind. Suddenly she was about to be shoved into the limelight and she was confused and terrified. She needed some help and everyone told her to find a manager but she had no idea about how to get one. The only person she could think of to ask for help was Jesse. He advised her on everything to begin with, what jobs to take, what to wear and what to do with her money. He took over everything so now all she needed to do was turn up where she needed to be and do her job. It made her life easy and she liked that, even though she really had grown to kind of hate Jesse, but what could she do.

She told him she liked spending time Santana, she felt comfortable with her, but Jesse had insisted that spending time her could prove bad for her career. She needed to be surrounded by people in the business not people who weren't after her for her fame and fortune. Brittany was sure that Santana wasn't like that but, despite her worries, she didn't want to anger Jesse further. She was so confused.

There was definably something there between her and Santana. They had been so close to kissing just an hour earlier. She could still feel Santana's breath on her lips and the thought of having her that close again made her stomach flip. She could not deny her feelings and she knew, despite what Jesse was saying, she would not be able to stay away from her. So she wouldn't. Jesse didn't need to know, he wouldn't know. If Santana reciprocated her feelings then what was to stop them?

After Jesse had finished his lecture he went through the agenda for the week. She had a fair amount of time booked in the studio to work on her new album. A couple of photo shoots and interviews with a variety of magazines and tv shows. It was pretty much a regular week ahead.

"And don't forget about the award ceremony in a couple of weeks Brittany. I need you to think about what you want to perform ok?"

"Yeah ok." Brittany didn't really enjoy award ceremonies. Yes she loved performing and was always so honored when she received an award, but at times she really struggled to spend a whole evening smiling and making nice.

Soon after Jesse left. She knew she had the following day off, she didn't get those days very often but she loved them. She spent the rest of the evening curled up watching old movies whilst sipping glass after glass of wine.

She woke up in the same curled up position the following morning. Still feeling slightly hung over she phoned down to order a simple breakfast and a pot full of coffee to try and absorb some of the alcohol.

Some serious thinking was on the cards for Brittany that day. Some serious Santana thinking, and it wasn't hard for her as she could not get her out of her head. She had to decide a course of action, a plan and most of all she knew that she would have to talk to Santana about what had happened between them and even what could happen.

She couldn't wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow would be the day that, hopefully, she would summon up the courage to talk to her.

Ok yeah I know not a great chapter. I didn't so much have writers block but writers waffle. I just wanted to put abit in about Jesse and what they are both thinking about the situation.

Please don't hate me for this chapter. Honestly was in 2 minds about posting it or not but shame to waste work.

Anyway...next chapter back to the stuff you all love! :)