Chapter one

" it will be fine. "

Quinn, Brittany's best friend, was talking to her over the phone as she was walking down the street to the tall, intimidating building of Lopez industries.

"Hmmm, whatever I've got to go."

"Oh, okay, good luck. Don't be nervous. you haven't got anything to worry about, okay ."

"Okay, bye, Quinn." she breathed, shaking with nerves.

"Bye, Brittany."

As she walked through the door, she felt a chilling breeze hit her.

The receptionist greeted her with a warming smile.

"Hi, how may I help you. "

"oh hi, I am Brittany. "

She carried on as the woman still looked at her, only slightly more confused.

" Brittany Pierce, I'm here to interview the assistant manager."

"Ah, yes !"

She shouted in realization.

"Right. top floor, the last office Miss Lopez is expecting you." She stated, pointing to the elevator handing the blonde a folder and smiling sweetly.

Raising her eyebrows slightly in confusion Brittany, took the folder from the overly happy woman and made her way to the elevator.

She was only meant to speak to the assistant manager. Why was miss Lopez expecting her? Either way, she was about to find out.

Now she was ten times more nervous.

Brittany and Santana had met before when Quinn had done a presentation. On why Lopez industry needed to stop pressuring young people to change. After her assistant manager was caught yelling at the girl for not going on a diet. Like he and instructed her to do.

Once she was out of the elevator. She made her way down the hall to the last door. Like the woman had instructed.

She knocked twice, and on the third time, a muffled " come in " was heard. She pushed open the door and walked in to see a peaceful looking Santana.

As she looked up, she rolled her head until she got a satisfying crack from her neck and clicked each finger, one by one.

"Miss Pierce, to what do I owe the great pleasure ?"

She asked, smiling charmingly at a trembling Brittany.

"Miss Lopez, oh ... ummmm, I just, I was,

"yes ?"

She asked with a dreamy sparkle in her eyes that made Brittany's knees grow weak. she kept on watching the blonde patient, looking her up and down like the girl was a mouse, and she was the bird of prey

"I was h-here for the ... for the interview... for the article, Quinn wants me to fill in for her ."

"oh yes, sorry, my assistant manager isn't in. But when I called Miss Fabray, we arranged for you to talk with me instead ."

"OH"

"is that a problem?"

"w-wha, no, no, NO! of-of course not, I just want I well I wasn't you know p-prepared, And um."

Santana just raised an eyebrow and smirked at the stuttering Brittany. She loved the effect she had on her.

" you know I-I was just sh-shocked and-

"Brittany"

"And I was confused but-"

"Brittany,"

"Yeah."

"You're rambling ."

"Sorry."

She blushed as embarrassment washed over her.

"It's okay," she smiled. "Now, if you want to take a seat and get this done and we can all go home."

"Right, okay."

She said, taking a seat in the chair in front of her desk.

"So we'll start easy, what's your full name "

"Santana Diabla Lopez"

"How about how old are you."

"25. What about you."

"excuse me."

Brittany asked, slightly shocked.

" Sorry, it was very rude of me to ask."

Santana said, with a smile on her face.

"Oh no, it's fine, I'm umm, I'm 22."

"Oh, still young."

the brunette mumbled

"pardon."

"nothing."

"Oh, okay, where were we. right, That's very young to be so successful, what was your journey like-"

"To get to where I'm today?"

She finished for her, raising an eyebrow.

At this, the brunette stood up and made her way around the desk. She was wearing a grey silk suit that hugged her in all the right places, High black heels making her an inch taller. And her shiny brown hair was parted to the side, flowing over her shoulders.

"um, yeah, I didn't write these questions, these are the normal questions we need to ask."

"Hmmm, okay. Well, obviously, a lot of hard work and focus, but with the right attitude and a good mind, it becomes quite easy, and it's possible for anyone ."

"Okay, so are you gay. Wait, what."

She looked down at her notebook. And looked back again up, blushing.

But Santana just looked at her with a raised eyebrow. And a quick-expression of embarrassment washed over her, but it disappeared quickly, as she answered.

"Are you?