Author's note: Hey dolls. I was watching this movie today and inspiration just slapped me through the face. I hope you enjoy this. :)

Chapter 1 - The First of March

Brittany's P.O.V

The rain was pitter pattering outside the window of my office as I sat and stared at my computer. I knew I needed to get this piece done for my boss but I was suffering from a severe case of writers block and I couldn't think of anything.

I sighed and looked outside my window at the rain. It wasn't raining hard but it wasn't drizzly. I watched as the raindrops lightly hit my window. I loved this weather. It made me calmer and more at ease than usual. I had been so stressed with work lately and I had to write a piece every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for my boss. She'd then read my pieces and decide which one is best to put in the newspaper that week. Yeah, I know, I have my own column in the paper, big deal. It's pretty fun and the people here are great but it's hard work having to write a new piece 3 days a week and not having inspiration half the time.

I turned back to my computer and started tapping on the space bar with my pencil. There was a knock on the door and I glanced at the handle before looking back at my computer screen.

"Come in." I said, still tapping the space bar with my pencil. I was still tapping away when one of my co-workers, Sam, peeked his head in and smiled.

"Hey, Britt." He said. I looked at him and smiled slightly before putting my pencil down and leaning back in my chair, which was the most uncomfortable chair in the world.

"Hi, Sam. What can I do for you?" I asked. He then fully opened the door and walked all the way in, closing the door quietly behind him and fixing his tie before sitting down on one of the chairs opposite me.

"Well, Sylvester just told me that there's a newbie coming in today and one of us needs to show her around. I wanted to ask if you could because I have a date with Quinn and I can't cancel on her." He said. I frowned.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I've already cancelled on her five times." He answered, with a guilty smile on his face. I chuckled and leaned forward in my chair.

"Why?" I asked again. He smiled and raised his eyebrow.

"Because I've been here, trying to get that fucking piece on STD's done before tomorrow." He answered. I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I still haven't got my piece done. In fact I haven't even started yet. It's for tomorrow too, so, you and I are on the same page." I said. He chuckled and put one leg over the other.

"So... Will you show the new girl around? Please?" He asked hopefully. His huge lips pouting at me and I couldn't say no, 'cause I could see he really wanted to see Quinn. I sighed and gave in.

"Fine." I said, "But you owe me one." He nodded and smiled really big.

"You got it, Britt. Thank you, so much." He said and got up, "Okay, well, apparently she'll be here in an hour. Sylvester said she's gonna call you when newbie's here."

"Mmkay. Thanks Sam." I said and he nodded before opening the door and leaving, quietly closing it behind him.

Sam was a sweet guy. He really was. He had a huge mouth but he was sweet. His fiancé is one of my best friends, and I'm also her maid of honor for their wedding. He's cute but I'd never date him. I mean, I'm a lesbian, so... It'd never happen.

I went back to looking out the window before my phone buzzed and started vibrating on my desk, making my pencil jump. I sighed and picked it up, looking at the screen to see who had texted me.

Rachel.

Ugh, I really do not want to deal with her and her broadway singing ass right now. She was not good for my writers block.

Rachel Berry is my roommate. We went to school together and when we moved to New York, she suggested we get an apartment together. My original plan was to get one with Quinn but her and Sam moved in together after high school so I agreed to share an apartment with Rachel.

Now, I knew I couldn't ignore her text because when I do that, she becomes impatient and starts constantly texting me until I answer.

I opened the text and groaned in frustration.

- Brittany, I'm going out with Finn tonight and I wanted to let you know that we need milk. Please get some on your way home from work. Thanks. :) -

- God, Rach, why can't you get milk? You're the one going out. -

I texted back and then put my phone in my lap as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, my phone buzzed in my lap.

- I would but if I get it while I'm out then I'm going to have to go all the way back to the apartment and I am really not in the mood today, Brittany. Please just do me this favor and get the milk. -

I groaned and texted back.

- Fine. Have fun with Finn. -

After I replied, I put my phone in my drawer and started typing a heading for my piece.

The Chair

What?! Brittany, that's a shit heading. Fuck, I can't do this. I need inspiration.

I got up and picked up my purse before putting my phone back into it and putting it over my shoulder. I needed to get out of this fucking office and get some inspiration. I mean, who can write when all the inspiration that's in the room are chairs and pencils and desks and files... As soon as I put my hand on the door handle, the phone rang. Sylvester.

I groaned for like, the fifth time today and put my purse down on my desk before sitting back down and answering my office phone.

"Yeah?" I asked as my phone touched my ear.

"Blondie! Get your ass down to my office! Big lips said that you didn't mind showing the new girl around and she's here! If you're not here in five minutes, you're fired!" Said my boss, Sue Sylvester. And that's when she hung up. I sighed and got up, moving towards my door and opening it, walking out and then closing it behind me.

I made my way to Sue's office and knocked twice before opening the door. I peeked my head in and then opened the door fully when I saw Sue talking to a dark haired girl. Her back was facing me so I couldn't tell if she was pretty but if her face was as hot as her ass, whoo mamma! I walked in and closed the door behind me.

"Okay, I got here in three minutes. You can't fire me." I said and Sue looked up at me. She nodded and that's when the brunette turned around to look at me and we immediately made eye contact. I couldn't understand it but my knees were weak within seconds. She was beautiful. She smiled and my heart started beating really fast. I smiled back and looked at Sue, breaking mine and the brunette's eye contact.

"Good job, blondie. You're not fired today." Said Sue, "This is the new girl. Her name is fake boobs and for the rest of the week, you will be her best friend. Are we understood?" Asked Sue. I nodded and smiled at the brunette who Sue just called fake boobs. Her boobs don't look fake. Shit, I'm staring at her boobs. I held out my hand to her and she took it. Sparks!

"Hi, I'm Brittany." I said, introducing myself. She smiled.

"I'm Santana. It's nice to meet you." She said and I almost got lost in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you too." I said.

"You know, I'm pretty sure your hands just made a baby." Said Sue and I realized Santana and I were still shaking hands. I looked at our hands and then let go. She smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Um, so yeah, you can just follow me and I'll show you around." I said. Santana nodded and picked up her purse. It had cute little duckies on it. She is now my new favorite person.

"Good. Now get out of my sight." Said Sue. I rolled my eyes so that only Santana could see and I opened Sue's office door, letting Santana go first. She smiled at me and walked out. I followed her and closed the door behind me.

"Sorry about Sue. She's kind of a pain in the ass, but you'll get used to her. Working here, you don't really have a choice." I said.

"Yeah, I figured." She said.

"Sorry she called you fake boobs. She tends to make up nicknames for people. Which is why I've been Blondie since my first day here a year ago." I explained. Santana's eyes widened and then she nodded.

"So does that mean she's gonna call me fake boobs for as long as I'm working here?" She asked. I smiled and nodded.

"But that's okay. You can always stand up to her and tell her to fuck off. She shouldn't have called you fake boobs. It wasn't nice." I said. Santana smiled.

"That's okay. She's just jealous that these twins are all natural. I've been told they look fake before because they don't hang down by my feet." She said. I giggled. I like her. She's funny. Confident. I like that in a girl. Confidence is the hottest thing ever.

We were walking down the hallway and we came to my office. I stopped and opened it, letting her walk in first.

"So, this is my office. Now you know where to find me if Sue's ever a bitch or you're confused or something." I said. She smiled and I noticed that she had dimples.

"It's a nice office. It smells really good." She said. I smiled.

"Thanks. It's a natural scent." I joked. She giggled and it made me smile. I liked her laugh. But my eyes always found hers. They were beautiful. Big and brown. Like a teddy bear, "Okay, let me show you where the break room is and then I'll show you to your office."

"I get my own office?" She asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Actually, it's right next to mine." I said, looking at the door next to mine and it had the name 'Santana Lopez' on it. She smiled really big and I opened the door. She walked in first and looked around.

"Wow. It's really big." She said.

"Yeah, all the offices here are the same size. Besides Sue's of course. She has a fucking palace of an office." I said. Santana chuckled and put her purse down on the desk that was already in there for her.

"So, um, what do you do?" She asked.

"I'm a writer. I have my own column in the paper." I said.

"Wait... You're Brittany Pierce?" She asked. I nodded, "Holy shit! I love your column, it's the only thing I read in the paper. The rest is shit. But your column... It's so good." I smiled and felt my cheeks go red.

"Thank you. It means a lot." I said. She smiled and nodded, "What do you do?"

"I write too. I used to teach sexual education but I guess I'm better at writing about sex than I am at teaching it." She said. I smiled. She could help Sam with the thing on STD's if he was still busy with it.

"That's cool. So, I guess you're taking over the sex column?" I asked, she nodded, "Thank God. We haven't had anyone here who's only focused on that column, they've always had something else to do while also writing a piece about sex. Like, this guy, Sam Evans, he writes the sports column but this week he had to write a piece on STD's... He had no idea what he was writing about. He's stayed late every day this week." I said. She chuckled and nodded.

"Well, that's why I'm here." She said.

"So, if you don't mind me asking. How old are you?" I asked. She smiled and tilted her head to the side.

"How old do I look?" She asked. I smiled at her confidence again and licked my lower lip.

"21." I answered. She smiled.

"22. You were a year off." She said. She was the same age as me.

"I'm 22 next month." I said. She walked towards me and smiled.

"That's awesome. What day?" She asked. She wants to know what date my birthday is. I feel so special.

"The third." I answered. She smiled.

"The third of May. I won't forget that." She said. I smiled and then she walked out.

"Good," I said and walked out too, closing her door behind me, "So, when's your birthday?"

"It was in March. The first." She said.

"March first. I won't forget that." I said. She smiled as she followed me to the break room.

"Good." She said.

"Okay, so this is the break room, but nobody ever really comes in here. We only come in here for coffee and the vending machine." I said. She nodded and looked around.

"So, um, thank you... For showing me around. I like you, Britt." She said. Ooh, I have a nickname.

"I like you too, San." Nickname for her too, "You're funny." She smiled and I swear she blushed. She looked at her watch and then sighed.

"I have to go. I have to write this thing for Sue and she wants it before the end of the day. Sorry, Britt. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." She said. I smiled and gave her a small wave before she walked back to her office. I like the way she walks.

I made my way over to the vending machine and got a bag of chips before walking back to my office to get started on this stupid piece.

I sat down at my desk and got ready to start typing. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and then typed out the heading for my piece...

The First of March

Yeah.. I like that heading. I smiled and started writing.

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Thank the Lord I finished my piece before I had to leave. I saved it on my computer and let out a sigh of relief.

I picked up my purse and shut down my computer before making my way to the door and shutting off the lights. It had stopped raining outside. I smiled and closed the door, locking it before I left the building.

I had just gotten into my car when my phone buzzed. I sighed and took it out.

- Don't forget the milk. -

God, Rachel! I won't forget the fucking milk, what do you want?! I groaned in frustration and regretted ever giving her my number. I pulled out of my parking space and drove to the store to get Rachel's stupid milk.

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As soon as I got home, I walked over to the fridge to put the milk in and then put my right hand against it as support while I took off my shoes. It felt so good to be out of those stupid heels. I swear, one of these days I'm gonna show up to work in sneakers. I held my shoes in my left hand as I picked up my purse from where I had dropped it by the front door and walked over to my room. I swung the door open and put my purse on my bed. I turned around and flung myself onto my bed. I was just about to fall asleep when I realized I needed to take a shower.

I got up and walked over to the bathroom, opening the door and turning on the light before unbuttoning my white button-up shirt and starting the shower. While I waited for the water to warm up, I looked at myself in the mirror as I stripped my clothes off. Do you think I'm hot enough to turn a straight girl gay?... Yeah. I think so. Wait, is that arrogant? I don't wanna sound arrogant. I just wanna make sure I can get a girl like Santana even if she's straight. But if she's gay... Then I'm halfway in, man.

I smiled and untied my hair before taking off my skirt and underwear and then hopping into the shower. The warm water felt so good on my body. It had been so cold out today and this was relaxing my muscles. I washed my hair and then my body before rinsing off and climbing out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself.

Once I was in my pajamas, I went into the kitchen to heat up some left over mac and cheese. I ate in silence while I watched as the rain started up again. The only thing that was on my mind from the second I walked in the door to the second I fell asleep... Was Santana and her gorgeous brown eyes. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

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Author's note: Okay, guys. Tell me if I should continue this. I hope you liked it. I decided to make Brittany a little smarter than she is in Glee, but don't worry, she still has her soft, innocent side that likes duckies and unicorns. I don't want to be an annoyance but if you could review for this chapter to tell me what you thought and if I should continue, I'd appreciate it. Thanks my loves :) xx