So I realized it was a bit unfair of me to post a new story and not have a single interaction between Brittany or Santana, but this chapter has a few so! Let me know what you think. Chels xo

Chapter 2. Always Love, Hate Will Get You Everytime.

I was picking at the hem of my shirt. I did that a lot when I was nervous. I guess my nerves had returned without me really knowing. It was hard keeping track of my emotions all the time. They kind of just snuck up on me, especially when I least expected it. My car was parked in the car park, although I could've probably parked a bit straighter. Rachel always said that the way one parks their car is an indication of the type of person who owns the vehicle. I didn't really think it said much about me, accept that I'm bad at parking. I'd been standing out the front of Sue's Super Store for several minutes now, trying to figure out what I would do once I entered the store. Surely I couldn't just introduce myself, that would be creepy and they probably have no idea what I was talking about. Maybe I could just wander around the store. Then when my curiosity was satisfied, I could grab Lord Tubbington's carpet cleaner and leave. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. I nearly patted myself on the back but remembered I was in a public place.

Realizing I looked shifty to all the customers that hurriedly rushed by, I finally made to enter the store. It was six at night and I was aware they'd be shutting soon. I guess I didn't have as much time as I thought to explore my new workplace. I casually walked into the store and began looking around. There was a lot of work to be done by Will, especially if he wanted this store to equally match the Central Lima one. The shelves were a mess and items of clothing that had fallen from racks were sprawled carelessly on the ground. I swiftly walked through aisles, trying to catch a glimpse of anybody who might work here. I wasn't sure if they had their own uniforms. It seemed like the employees that worked here did what they wanted to anyway, so I doubt they bothered to change from their street clothes into uniforms.

My suspicions were proven right when I rounded the corner. A bigger black girl who was wearing a lot of purple and had a nametag that read 'Mercedes' was casually sitting on a step ladder while another employee who I guessed was probably gay, or at the very least bisexual was stacking shelves of lotion. I stopped dead in my tracks, stunned that Rachel had been right. There was a girl named Mercedes that worked here, and even if her story had seemed unlikely, there must have been some truth to it. I watched as the boy turned around dramatically, sensing the presence of somebody other than his friend. My eyes darted from his attire to the nametag that had sequins glued to it. Kurt. Wait, could that be?

"Can I help you?" I frowned instantly. He hadn't even opened his mouth so he couldn't have said that. My eyes flicked toward the girl I knew to be Mercedes and let my brain register. It had been her that asked me the question.

"Um, I, uh…" my mouth sputtered before I had time to think of a proper response. They probably thought I was really weird now. Nice one Brittany.

"There's only lotion down this aisle sweet cheeks" Kurt came to my aid with a tender smile. I offered him a small smile back before grabbing the first lotion within my reach.

"That's anti aging cream" Mercedes gave me a perplexed look. I was absolutely mortified. I'd never felt so ridiculous in my life. I could only imagine what they were thinking of me right now. I'd heard it all before. Mentally challenged, loose screws, some boys even went as far as to say I wasn't all there in the head, which was really mean.

"Right" I placed the cream back where I'd found it and quickly grabbed a plain old moisturizer. "Thanks" I mumbled, shying away from their stares as I left the aisle. I heard Mercedes burst out into laughter as soon as I was out of sight.

"Did you see her? She was perpetually confused, like she had no idea what even bought her into the store let alone the lotion aisle" her comment hurt me more than I thought it would. I hadn't acted that stupid had I? I just got nervous and forgot what to say. Then again nobody had trouble with those sorts of things. They were normal. When they came into a store to buy something, they usually went there straight away, not tried to pick up aging cream. I was so embarrassed.

"Leave the poor girl alone Mercedes, she just looked a tad lost" I heard Kurt defend me. He seemed genuinely nice, although it did have me wondering whether or not it was the same Kurt that Finn had mentioned once.

As I was walking away I couldn't help but think Rachel had been right. Whether the singing battle had happened or not, Mercedes did not seem like a nice person and I now knew this from experience. She didn't even know me yet she felt it was okay to judge me. I didn't like that trait in a person. Not only did it frustrate me but it reminded me of all the things I hated about high school. All the people and their stupid opinions that they could've easily kept to themselves. How was it fair that they could go around saying things that hurt others? I didn't understand that. I didn't want to understand it because in my opinion, there was absolutely no reason for it. Standing only meters away from Mercedes and Kurt, I knew I wanted to leave immediately. I had been wrong in coming here and trying to get a glimpse of the people I might be working with. I should've just waited until Will introduced us all. Even then I wondered if they would have treated me differently. Probably, I sighed. It wasn't the point that they'd treat me differently if they knew they had to work with me. People should do that automatically. Instead I found myself really disappointed and tossing the lotion back and forth between my hands. I wanted to get what I had come here for and go home.

As soon as I had decided to walk, my feet carried me through the store, and I got lost several times because there wasn't even any signs for certain products. Will would definitely need to address that, I thought as I paced around. Finally I found what appeared to be the aisle that housed all cleaning products. I noticed that there was a blonde standing in the aisle who seemed more interested in her phone than she did in the box of liquids and detergents that she should probably be unpacking. I tried to make as little noise as possible but found myself accidentally tripping on a box I hadn't seen before entering the aisle. She immediately jumped at the noise and snapped her head around, glaring in my direction. In that second I genuinely feared for my life, although her gaze seemed to soften upon seeing how frightened I must have appeared.

"Yes?" was her simple question. I was kind of taken aback by her approach to my sudden appearance.

"I was, uh, looking for some carpet cleaner" I told her. She eyed me for a second before shrugging and grabbing the first bottle within reach. She didn't even look at the label before chucking it in my direction.

"Here, this should do the trick" I caught it with great difficulty. It wasn't until I heard the thud on the ground that I realized I'd dropped that useless moisturizer in the process. I was tempted to just leave it on the ground but the blondes stare was making me nervous. Plus, Mercedes had seen me walk out of the aisle with it. She'd think I was even weirder if I didn't end up buying it.

"Quinn, there you are" a voice broke me from my thoughts. My eyes forgot that they were supposed to be reading the instructions on the back of the bottle and they glanced up to find a pair of vacant brown. If I didn't know any better, I would've said she was staring right through me.

"Uh huh" she responded without bothering to glance up. I looked between the two before my eyes felt drawn to the pair of brown that were now staring at me as though she'd seen me all along. I knew better. She glided over as though she was walking on air. It unnerved me and made me wary of the close proximity in which we now shared.

"Asphalt cleaner?" she raised an eyebrow. I was frozen in my position, literally standing and staring at the brunette standing in front of me. I didn't know what to do, or how to respond? And why had she said asphalt cleaner? I watched as her eyes drifted down to look at the bottle in my hands. I did the same and found that I was indeed, holding asphalt cleaner.

"I didn't want that!" I found myself blurting as I forcefully shoved the bottle in her direction. The girl just furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before taking the bottle from me. When I glanced down I saw that she was wearing a name badge. Santana.

"Okay then…" her gaze narrowed on me momentarily. I felt the insane need to fidget with the hem of my shirt again. It must be a nervous habit. "What did you want?" she asked. Her tone wasn't to nasty, but it wasn't exactly nice either. I bit my lip and averted my gaze. Everything was going from bad to worse.

"Carpet cleaner" my voice was just above a whisper. I could tell Santana had trouble understanding what I'd said. The entire aisle was quiet for a brief second before I heard the bottle being put back up on the shelf.

"Jesus Christ Quinn, learn to do your damn job properly" the girl was moving about the aisle behind me. I could hear the shuffling of feet. "There is a difference between carpet and asphalt, you know?" the brunette shook her head as she fetched the proper bottle. I just kept my gaze cast downward, hoping I could just get what I needed and leave before I had the opportunity to be further embarrassed.

"Like I care," she replied like she could literally care less. I knew this because that was the tone girls at my old high school used to use when teachers tried to teach them math "it doesn't effect me."

"Yeah, well it will effect you when your out on your ass because Sue's no longer manager and the new guy doesn't want some lazy white trash working at his store" that was pretty harsh. Yes, I probably would have walked out of the store with a bottle of asphalt cleaner if the she hadn't bought attention to the blondes mistake, but that didn't mean what she'd said was right.

"Its fine, really" I spoke up, startling the two who had obviously entered a staring competition. The blonde girl who's name seemed to be Quinn looked over the brunettes shoulder for a second, curious at my sudden outburst of words. Santana's gaze followed and I immediately regretted speaking. "Thanks for the uh, um…" I stuttered as my gaze flickered from Santana to Quinn and back to Santana again. I could feel myself getting lost in those brown eyes, and that certainly wasn't good. "Yeah" I finally sputtered out, realizing my sentence hadn't exactly made any sense but I didn't care. I needed to get out of here. Now.

Turning on my heel and walking from the aisle with speed, I found it impossible to understand just how bad my decision had been to come here. Not only had I seemingly made an enemy in Mercedes, but I'd also caused a fight between two employees. Maybe those girls at my old school were right. Instead of taunting me maybe they were just trying to teach me what I was unwilling to hear. I was stupid. Tonight was definitely a good example of my stupidity. I had totally screwed up and I doubted if I did transfer, any of Sue's employees would even talk to me. I felt sad and upset, but I guess it was my own fault. I was just reaching the main aisle that lead to the checkout when I felt a hand tightly grip my shoulder.

"Whoa, slow down Road Runner" they exasperated in an out of breath tone. I turned around and was greeted with the same brunette that had been so helpful only moments before. "You forgot your moisturizer" she held out her hand, which was indeed holding the moisturizer I had dropped earlier. I totally forgot about that ridiculous thing. Now I felt as though I had to buy it, especially since she'd ran all the way to find me before I left the store.

"Thanks Santana" I shot her a smile that didn't quite reach my ears. It wasn't that her gesture didn't make me happy. It just sucked that I had to purchase a moisturizer I was never going to use.

"Santana?" she frowned and looked at me curiously "how'd you know my name?" the brunette wondered. Her tone wasn't that over protective one people got when somebody knew something about them that they didn't necessarily want people to know. It was more suspicious than anything.

"Your nametag" my fingertip tapped the badge on her chest before I'd had the chance to stop it. Brown eyes glanced down at the nametag my finger had just grazed, and that did in fact read Santana before looking back at me. She was totally in shock. Damn it Brittany, why can't you just act like a normal, not weird and slightly stupid human being for one single second. I was so embarrassed and I could feel my cheeks begin to flush a dark crimson. I'm sure Santana could see it too because I watched her expression change from bewildered to sheepish.

"Ha ha, yeah, forgot about that" she awkwardly chuckled. I went to turn away and save both of us any more torture but again a hand was on my shoulder. "Hey, moisturizer…" I spun around to see she was shaking the same bottle between us that she'd been holding out minutes ago.

"Right, thanks" I took it from her. Our hands brushed against one another's momentarily and I swear I saw something flicker in her eye. She was staring at me again, only this time with intent and purpose. It made me far nervous than I already was.

"No problem" she said, although it was hardly above a whisper.

We stood there, staring at each other for a good few minutes before an announcement went over the P.A. system alerting shoppers there was 5 minutes until the store closed. I bit my lip and looked down at my feet, refusing to stare back up at her before I turned around and continued on my way to the checkout. Once I reached the register I totally dumped the items I wanted to buy and began searching my pockets for the change I knew I had. Finding it quickly, I looked up and saw the boy with a Mohawk watching me with one eyebrow raised. I handed him the amount he'd asked for and soon enough I was on my way out of the store.

I think I actually breathed a sigh of relief when I exited. Seriously I had made a total idiot of myself, and to make things worse, I'd probably have to see them all again tomorrow. I don't know why I'd ever thought that going into Sue's Super Store had been a good idea, but I regretted it so much now that I was out. I just wanted to go home and curl up in my bed. I might even make myself a hot chocolate because after this, I'd so lost my appetite for dinner. Lord Tubbington would hopefully stop pooping in my bedroom and come snuggle with me. That would be really nice.

As I hopped into my car I heard my phone buzzing. Damn, I'd forgotten to take it in the store with me. Grabbing it quickly and sliding my finger across the screen, I saw that Rachel had been trying to call. After her attempts of ringing hadn't worked, I noticed she'd tried texting numerous times. I had three in my inbox. Rachel was crazy, I thought to myself as I opened the messages and began reading.

Brittany,

Seen as though your neglecting to answer your phone, I thought I'd inform you that Will is expecting us three to meet at the Lima Heights adjacent store at 8 tomorrow morning. He is doing some introduction lesson. Make sure you set your alarm so you have enough time to drive the extra 10 minutes it takes from your house.

Rachel x

I might have been an idiot but I wasn't stupid. I rolled my eyes at Rachel's text because I knew to set my alarm earlier. I guess it was nice that she reminded me but she always made me feel so stupid when she did stuff like that because I was capable of remembering those things myself. The next two texts were weird. Something about bringing a packed lunch tomorrow because the Lima Heights adjacent store didn't have an employee lounge to eat. The other text totally went over my head. All it said was 'also angels'. Did that mean the store didn't sell angels? Why did that even matter? I shook my head and discarded my phone.

On the drive home I couldn't help but think about the employees I'd met today. Mercedes was every bit as nasty as Rachel had said she would be, and Kurt seemed super lovely. I had to remember to ask Finn tomorrow whether or not he was the same Kurt that was his step fathers son. It would be so cool if he was because Kurt was really nice. And he was gay. I totally wanted to set him up with Blaine, although that might be a little weird for Finn. A thought crossed my mind that maybe Finn hadn't mentioned Kurt because he was ashamed his step brother was gay. But then again Finn was really nice and never judged anybody so I'm sure it would just be a big misunderstanding.

I let my mind wander to the blonde I'd met in the cleaning aisle. There was something about her that frightened me. Maybe it was just her attitude to the job, after all she seemed as though she really didn't care and I can't blame her. The job was boring at the best of times but she should at last try and make an effort. When I find myself bored I play little games like if I'm stocking kickball's, every third one I'll be allowed to bounce. Stuff like that always made the job a lot more fun, and the time went so much quicker when you weren't thinking about the time or how fast the clock ticked. I think Quinn just needed an attitude adjustment, which I'm sure Will would give her.

Santana on the other hand. She had my head in a whirl. I couldn't even think about her without feeling this unusual plummet in my stomach. It was almost as though I was stuck in an elevator ride that was forever going down. Even mentioning her name in my thoughts made my heart flutter. She had been so nice to me, and those big brown eyes told me she wasn't the bitch that she looked like on the outside. Quinn seemed to have a problem with her, after all Santana had been really mean to her for practically no reason but I found it hard to believe that either girls had a mean bone in their body. Especially Santana. Santana, I loved that name. It totally suited her too. Normally names didn't really suit the person but with her it just fit perfectly. If there was one thing that actually made me excited about tomorrow, it was getting to know her. I just hoped she wanted to get to know me too.