Brittany gnawed on her bottom lip as she stared at her computer screen, her eyes blanking on the one word she'd typed. Adjacent.

Upon returning from Santana's restaurant two days ago, more pissed than she'd been in over a year, she'd slammed the door of her house and thrown her purse on the couch, effectively scaring away Lord Tubbington. She'd sat in front of her computer and started typing the nastiest review. Santana Lopez would go down with this...

...a thought that had stopped her fingers and dissipated her anger.

She'd come to her senses soon enough and shut down her laptop before she could type anything more.

Now, Brittany wondered what was keeping her from writing an article on Adjacent. She'd been a bit bored with her work lately, and this was certainly a challenge she was interested in. Still, she knew she'd have to leave her personal feelings out of this, and after letting her anger get the best of her on Thursday, she wasn't sure she'd be able to. Santana was just so damn irritating. She'd gotten under her skin in less than a few minutes, something that had surprised Brittany. When she'd stepped into the restaurant, she'd thought she would be in control of herself, but it seemed like things were still quite heated between them.

Sighing, Brittany grabbed her glasses and pushed them onto her nose. She'd write Shelby a review proposal and see how things went from there. Her boss was rather lax, but Brittany had other obligations with Cuisine that she'd been postponing for a couple of days now. This would only stall them further, though she knew they weren't urgent either.

Besides, she could still stop by Santana's restaurant and check out Rachel Berry's place the same week. The girl was aware she would come eventually—something Brittany would usually be iffy about—which worked out in her favor. If this Rachel person knew who she was—and that probability was high, since Shelby was her mother after all—Brittany wouldn't bother following her usual method. Normally, she'd go incognito three times and evaluate each meal, but she figured that this time, one trip would be enough. The chef would probably be on top of her game as soon as she got news the food critic was there, so really, it was no use trying to catch them being lazy.

Brittany would write that review this week but would wait around to assess Adjacent. She knew she was in dangerous territory, and Santana would most likely grow suspicious if she stopped by again so soon, especially after their argument. Well, thinking back, it wasn't so surprising for her to walk straight back to the woman after a fight.

Brittany scowled at herself and brought her fingers back to the keyboard.

After an hour of typing, staring at the screen, typing again, and staring longer, she clicked through her mailbox to send it out to Shelby. It was a pretty perfect layout of the places she'd hit in the week, and she added in a paragraph on Adjacent as well. She'd just clicked send when her doorbell rang, making Tubbington purr in the corner of the couch. Her cat was getting lazier by the day, but Brittany didn't have the heart to force him on that pet treadmill ever again. The last time had been such a fiasco that she shuddered at the thought.

She took her glasses off and cursed when she noticed it was already 1pm, and her friend Quinn was supposed to stop by for lunch. Brittany had forgotten to go grocery shopping this morning, but if she was lucky, she had just enough ingredients to whip up a tuna macaroni casserole.

With that thought in mind, she quickly cleaned the mess on the kitchen table and hurried to open the door when it rang a second time.

"Yeah yeah I'm com–"

"Hey you."

"–ing."

Santana stood in front of her, wearing a dark blue trench coat and pouting her full lips in the most sinful way. The makeup around her eyes was dark and smoky, and her thick black locks fell down her shoulders and collarbone. She was one stunning femme fatale, and Brittany felt her core throb.