a/n - So far you have been amazing! Thanks to all the new views, faves and alerts! I'm still in awe at all the views so far. I've got some ideas in mind for this, but again, if anyone has some suggestions, I'm all ears! This story is pretty much mostly fluff, but I may have a few dramatic events pop up here and there. But, because of what's going on with the show, I feel that we need all the fluff and romance we can find! I'm not a fan of B!ram so I refuse to even add that to this or any of my stories. Just another inconsistency of Glee taking a character and making him or her totally out of character!

Disclaimer - I don't own Glee or any parts of Glee whatsoever!

Part 3

Brittany POV

The first 3 weeks of my new job went by without any complications or major problems. After that first day in the elevator, I noticed that the brunette, Santana if I remember correctly, (definitely Latina) and most of her group of co-workers arrived almost at the same time every morning, took lunch at the same time every afternoon and left at 5:30pm every night. That kind of schedule is pretty easy to keep track of. Which, of course, I did. I was intrigued by this woman. Everyday in the elevator, there was a small glance or shy smile my direction or sometimes even a quick hello from her. In turn I would say a soft, quick hello back, nothing more, though. I didn't want to make it too obvious that I was paying that much attention to her, so I didn't go out to lunch every day. I made it a point to take my lunch with me a couple days each of those first 3 weeks. Why was she constantly on my mind? I knew she was gay because of the conversation she had with her friends on the my first day here. I knew she had no clue I was interested in women, nor the fact that I was even single and had been for quite some time.

"Hey, Britt, you ready for lunch? We're all going down to Blockhead's." Kurt asked as he tore me from my thoughts.

He was one of my co-workers that befriended me from the first day I had arrived. Kurt was fun, energetic, bright, great sense of humor, and the only person there that caught on that I was gay. Probably because his "gaydar" was pinging from the moment we met, as mine was on him. Kurt was gay, a little on the flamboyant side but not too feminine acting. He was quite versed in fashion, a fact that wasn't totally lost on me. But, nevertheless, we both figured each other out right away. Funny how we do that, I thought. I considered him a friend heading towards best friends. We did practically everything together. His partner Blaine was out of the country on business for 6 months and Kurt needed to occupy his loneliness. That was me. It was strange meeting Blaine by face-to-face Skype chats on the computer, but it was fun.

"Yeah, let me log-off." I answered back. "I'm on my way!" We left the office and waited for the elevator to come down.

I looked at my watch to see what time it was because I had totally lost track of time. The doors of the elevator opened and I was starting to blindly walk in when I felt Kurt pull my arm to the right.

"It might help if you watched where you were walking. You might run into people!" he said jokingly.

I looked up to say something smart to him but my words were caught on my tongue. Kurt was not standing in front of me. Instead, I looked up to see raven colored waves and these obsidian pooled dark brown eyes. I couldn't look away. Finally, I regained my senses.

"Excuse me, I wasn't watching where I was going." I admitted.

"That's obvious!" Kurt said embarrassing me. I elbowed him in his side and he just giggled at me.

"That's ok, I should have moved out of the way for you. I'm sorry." She said.

"No, I'm sorry…." my apology unfinished as I was interrupted.

"Well, we could be saying sorry the entire trip down, so we'll just leave it that, it was an innocent mistake. Will that work for you?" She winked at me and smiled.

Wow! What a beautiful smile. I felt another elbow in the ribs from Kurt,

"Wha…yeah. I mean, yes that works for me." I said softly while starting to look at my feet feeling my cheeks start to burn even more embarrassed than before.

As we rode the elevator down, I was thinking to myself, what the heck am I going to do for 8 floors now. Look at my feet. Ignore Kurt as he kept nudging me and smiling at me. Instead, I Look at the numbered buttons of the elevator. God, I felt like a teenager. My heart was racing and my palms were starting to feel clammy. Again, I was taken from my thoughts by the vibration from my iPhone. As I noticed the caller ID I noticed that it was my brother. I never get calls from my youngest brother in the middle of the day. Something must be going on.

"Hey, Jody! (short for Jordan) What's up?" "Yeah….is she okay?" I said as I could feel the color drain from my face. "Well, I don't know if I can get away so soon, I just started 3 weeks ago. How bad is it? Okay, I'll see what I can do. I'll call you back tonight. Love you too!" I ended the call, brought my phone down, but continued to stare at it.

"Britt, is everything alright?" Kurt asked very concerned.

I had practically told him my life story already, so he knew the names of my family members. So when I said Jody, he knew something was wrong.

"I'm not sure, my Aunt in Pittsburgh tripped going down the stairs this afternoon and Jody said she fell pretty hard." I explained as I started to choke up.

"So what did he say?" Kurt asked, concern covering his face.

"The ambulance came and took her to the hospital. So far they have only said that she is unconscious, tore some ligaments in her knee and hit her head pretty hard." I started to tear up then.

At that point, I realized that everyone in the elevator was listening to our conversation. Kurt urged me on.

"What else did your brother say?" he asked.

"Only that my mother was beside herself and said to call me and see if I could get down there as soon as possible." I relayed.

"Kurt, what should I do? I just started. I don't even know how much time I would need." sweetheart that he is, he took out his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away my tears.

"Why don't you give Will a heads up when we get back from lunch on what is going on at your aunts. Then after dinner, call and see exactly what has happened and what state your aunt is in." he suggested.

"Okay, I can do that. But I'm going to be a basket case all afternoon, you do realize this don't you?" I said to him bluntly.

"That's why I'm coming over with you. You will not be alone through this, I promise." He said to me with a caring smile.

"You are the best friend anyone could have. Thank you!" I grabbed his hand and squeezed.

Will Schuester was our Floor Manager. He was the best manager I had ever worked for. Anything you needed to know about web design he knew because he started from the bottom and worked his way up. Also, he was humble and personable. Will always had an open door policy and would work with any problem in any situation if possible. Besides the fact he had just started dating a woman from one of the floors below us named Emma, I don't think he would be against anything that had to do with family. Thank God for newfound love.

The elevator came to a stop at the lobby and we all exited. Just as I was stepping out of the elevator, I felt a small touch on my shoulder. I turned to see who wanted my attention.

"I hope everything is ok with your aunt." Santana said, softly smiling and then walking away with her co-workers. Just before she got to her group, she turned around and smiled again, then went away to lunch with her friends.

Fuck me running sideways! I could definitely get lost in that smile and those eyes. I really need to get my game back on. I have been out of the dating circle way, way to long.

I hadn't been on a real date in almost two years, let alone in a relationship. After thinking I was in love with someone, only to get my heart totally crushed and broken, I didn't think I was honestly worth anyone's time. I had let my self esteem and self confidence get so low that I didn't even want to go out on a date even if I was asked. My family and friends and Kurt, after I told him the story, all insisted that I was not in the wrong and that anyone would be lucky to have me as their date, let alone girlfriend. I had fantastic support from my family about everything. When I had come out to them in High School, they said that they had already known, they were just waiting for me to let them in. My friends were the exact same. Nobody was shocked or surprised. They all said the same thing, they knew I was special and different, but they loved me for me, not who I loved.

The rest of the day seemed to drag by at a snails pace. Finally, it was time to leave for the day. Kurt and I got to the elevator and waited for it to arrive. As always, we got in, and there, near the back of the small enclosed space was Santana. This time she made direct eye contact with me, nodded and smiled. We stepped in and continued our conversation on the nights events. When the doors opened to the lobby, we all exited and headed for the parking garage. One of Santana's co-workers, Puck, held the door for everyone and was thanked as we all passed through. I noticed tonight that Santana had driven herself in because she stopped at her car alone. Sometimes, I would notice her carpooling with some of the other girls or Puck. I continued on to my car which was parked directly next to Kurt.

"So, I'll meet up with you at your place. I have to stop by and get a few things, then I'll be right over. Ok?" he said turning to his car.

"Sounds good to me. Thanks Kurt, I really appreciate this." I told him as we leaned over our cars.

"Hey, that's what friends are for." he smiled at me, shut his door and drove off.

I turned to get into my car and I noticed that Santana was still standing by her car talking to one of her friends. Quinn if my memory serves me right. I got into my car, started it and pulled out. Just as I passed her and her friend, she looked over to me, smiled and made a slight wave with her hand. What could I do? I waved back very hesitantly and continued out of the parking garage hoping that I wouldn't run into anything in my ecstatic stupor at the moment. I actually had a little something to smile about on my way home. Maybe today was the day for me to break out of my shell. Maybe today was the day for me to get back on that horse and try my luck at dating, or getting to know a new person again. Maybe Santana was that person to change my life. Maybe!