CHAPTER 4

"Do you remember?" Hanna asks suddenly. Santana looks at her, puzzled.

"What?" Santana asks.

Hanna came to New York to support Quinn's runway show. Santana is applying her lip-gloss when Hanna asks her this question.

"Do you remember the first thing you asked me when we first met?"

Santana stares at the beauty in front of her. Her fiancée.

This blue-eyed blonde that reminds her of someone. She smiles at her then nods.

Hanna continues, "You asked me what I wanted to be when I have the chance to be reborn."

"I remember." I said, giving her a simple smile.

"Do you remember my answer too?" Hanna asks.

The brunette look away, it hurts to remember. She misses her. So much. "A tree." She answers softly.

Hanna smiles, and then she places her hand on top of Santana's hand and caresses it.

"I love you Santana. I will make you happy, I promise." Hanna said then kisses Santana softly on her lips.

After a while, "So have you seen your first love?" Hanna asks, she feels jealous but she trusts Santana and she knows Santana won't hurt her.

Santana shakes her head and gives her a smile.

"What is her name?" Hanna asks, curious.

"Tree."

Emily has an idea. She doesn't know why she is super curious what Mrs. Pierce actually looks like. She knows their age gap but who knows, Mrs. Pierce might turn out to be an MILF. Mother she will love to fuck. The idea made her smile devilishly.

So, she dials the operator and made her way to the office.

"Wait. Don't hang up. I really have this problem that I want you to solve." She said, buying time while she walks towards the office.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. See…I have this problem regarding-" then she stops midsentence.

She is now face to face with 37 years old Mrs. Pierce.

And she doesn't look old at all. The girl in front of her is absolutely gorgeous. Simple but nevertheless, gorgeous.

She ends the call and the girl in front of her widens her eyes.

Emily smirks, "What is your true name?"

The blonde swallows hard, "Brittany Pierce."

Emily summons the blonde outside. Brittany agrees because she is a guest in the hotel, she has to obey.

"You." Emily said.

"Yes ma'am." She replies confidently.

"How dare you look at me like that?" then Emily smirks, "Two kids?"

"Yes ma'am. But I didn't say they were my children." She said.

Emily rolls her eyes, "You!"

"Yes ma'am!"

"You said you were thirty seven. You did say that, didn't you?" Emily asks again.

"I did."

"What?" Emily walk towards her.

"I only said that because you seemed like a player. Is that wrong?" Brittany smirks.

Emily widens her eyes. She was speechless.

"I'm sorry ma'am but I can't take too much time off from my work." Brittany said.

Again, Emily didn't say anything.

"By the way ma'am, it was so fascinating listening in on your social life. But." She emphasizes, "Other women don't like that." then she walks away.

Emily widens her eyes; this girl definitely catches her attention.

Emily can't stop thinking of her. The blonde invades her mind non-stop. Is she straight? But for Emily, a straight girl is not a problem. She can easily bend the girl; she is THAT kind of lesbian. She is hot, gorgeous and rich. She is every girl's dreams.

Drinking her wine, she dials the operator again.

"Room service."

Emily smirks. Great. Pierce is on the other line.

"Can you connect me with this number?" she slurs the number.

"Okay ma'am." The blonde replied.

The call connected.

"Hello?" the other line replies.

"Hello?" Emily slurs again, "You know my taste in women right? Am I a player who makes move on just anybody?" she continues. She knows that Brittany is still listening. She wants to annoy her.

"What are you talking about-?"

"Mrs. Pierce, what do you really think of me?" Emily continues, clearly drunk.

Santana stops. Her brows furrow. Mrs. Pierce? She mentally asks herself. It couldn't be.

"She is nowhere near my type!" Emily rants. "My types are more like Angelina Jolie and Catherine Zeta-Jones. While for me, she looks like a blonde with no-"

Brittany, on the other line, is totally annoyed. How could she tell something like that to her. She was about to hang up when she heard the other line's voice.

"Emily Fields, what are you talking about? You are such an ass. What is this really all about?" the raspy voice said.

Brittany widens her eyes. She recognizes that voice.

The voice continues, "Aren't you curious at me at all? You didn't attend my engagement party yesterday. You are my best friend."

"What?" Emily asks.

Someone tap Brittany's shoulder. She turns around. "What are you doing?" her co-worker asks.

She shakes her head. Then she hangs up.

"Engagement?" she repeats. Her heart beats fast.

Emily classified herself as a stalker for Ms. Brittany Pierce. It is true. The blonde is not her type. She doesn't like simple girls. She wasn't attracted to them. But this girl is different. She is something. She is a challenge and Emily Fields never backs down on a challenge.

So she decided to pull off some strings. Being an owner's daughter has its perks.

She mentally congratulates herself.

Emily is having her moment in the pool of the hotel when Brittany came, in her housekeeping uniform.

"Your personal maid? What do you have against me?" she asks, loud enough for Emily to hear.

Emily smiles, she didn't answer until she got out of the pool.

Brittany's eyes widen as soon as she saw her, in her two-piece bikini.

Emily grabs her towel and wipes her face. She looks at her with that seductive look on her face.

Brittany grits her teeth. "I'm just an operator. I'm not even a full-time employee. What would people think?" she breathe hard, "My manager already has the wrong idea about me. If any rumor starts, I will be fired."

"You won't." Emily assured her.

"Will you be responsible if I get fired?" Brittany asks, her brows furrowed. She knows she wasn't supposed to talk to guests like these but she can't afford to lose this job.

"You won't get fired Ms. Pierce." Emily smirks as she walks towards her.

Brittany steps backward.

"I hate you."

Emily laughs. "Oh come on, you don't mean that."

Brittany let out an exasperated breath. She walks away.

Emily shouts, "Be ready okay? I need room service 24/7!"

Brittany grits her teeth in annoyance.

Emily, on the other hand, is excited.

Brittany goes inside Emily's penthouse to deliver the food she ordered. Emily was nowhere to be found. Brittany then saw how untidy she was. So she starts to clean the room and wash the dishes. She even vacuums the room because it was that dirty.

Then she has an idea; she puts a lot of chili powder on her pizza and smiles to herself.

After 2 hours, Emily once again calls Brittany in her room. Brittany enters the room just to notice Emily looking for something.

"Yes ma'am?" she asks.

"Have u seen my watch? I just place it here a while ago."

Brittany widens her eyes. "I saw that. It was just there." Then she opens her mouth, "Oh my god. I must have mistakenly take it away with the rubbish." Then Brittany ran away and goes directly to the garbage room.

Emily smiles devilishly.

Emily is eating in the hotel's restaurant when Brittany came over. She presents an ordinary watch in the table.

"What is this?" Emily asks.

"I haven't found your watch but I promise I'll look for it over and over. But for the meantime, can you use this one until I find it or I could pay it, please?" Brittany said, her face gloomy.

"That is one expensive watch Ms. Pierce. And it was given by my mom. You can never replace it." Emily said, as she continues to eat.

"I know ma'am. But just give me time to-"

Emily cuts her off, "Good thing, it wasn't lost." She smirks. "Thanks for the spicy pizza by the way." Then she winks at her.

Brittany starts to cry.

"It was just a prank Pierce." She laughs. "Don't overreact."

Brittany wipes her tears away; she lifts the glass in front of her, and tosses the water directly to Emily's face.

"A prank? I went through every garbage bag looking for that watch. And you say it was just a prank?" Brittany's tears betray her. "I hate people like you!" then she notices people staring at her, "I'm sorry." She ran away.

Emily realizes her mistake. She then, stares at the ordinary watch on her table.

"How could you throw a glass of water at one of our guests?" Sue Sylvester, the manager of the hotel, said. "Don't you have any manners?"

Brittany lowers her head. She is guilty.

"I'm sorry. Please don't fire me. I need this job."

"Then you know what to do, go apologize." Sue continues, "If she accepts your apology then you still have your job."

Brittany nods her head.

The knock on the door stops Emily from pacing back and forth in her room.

She opens the door and her heart beats fast as she saw Brittany on the other side of the door.

"Come in." Emily said.

Brittany follows.

Before Brittany could speak, Emily beat her out to it, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Brittany was speechless.

"And uhm, thanks for this watch. It looks much nicer than my old one, don't you think?" Emily smiles at her, showing her the watch Brittany gave her earlier.

Brittany smiles too.

Emily's heart beats faster at Brittany's smile. "Uhm, well, I have to go. Thanks for the watch." She said, heading straight to the door. She was completely nervous. Brittany made her nervous. "Damn." She murmurs as she walks away.

Brittany chuckles.

Santana's flight is tomorrow and she decides to walk around the city of New York. But then she saw someone very familiar to her. Her heart beats fast as she had a good view of the woman walking outside the coffee shop. The woman looks very familiar. She tried to catch her but the woman was fast enough.

Then she goes straight to the hotel. She has to see her best friend before she leaves.

"You called for me?" Brittany asks.

"Yes. Yes. Come in." Emily slurs. She grabs Brittany's wrist and pull her inside. "Let's celebrate!"

"What?" Brittany pulls her hand away. Emily is severely drunk and she's kind'a scared. "I'll just go back later. I have other things to do." She said, making her way to the door.

But Emily is fast enough to stop her, "Oh come one. Join me in my little celebration. My mom just got married on her third, fourth or fifth? I don't remember exactly." She slurs.

"I…. uhm…" Brittany doesn't know what to say. "You're drunk. Let me take you to your bed."

Emily laughs. "Hmmm, I like that."

Brittany ignores Emily's malicious voice. The woman is drunk and she has to take care of her as her personal maid.

But then, Emily pulls her against her. "Be with me. I like you and I need you."

"What?!" Brittany is on her defense mode. She pulls away but Emily traps her on the wall. She starts to kiss her but Brittany fights her. Emily's lips lands on her neck.

"Come on! I know you want this too." Emily slurs. She starts to unbutton Brittany's blouse.

"No! Get off me!" Brittany gathers her strength and pushes Emily off her making the latter stumble.

The blonde runs away and goes straight to the door. Her hair disheveled. She opens the door fast enough and bumps straight to the other woman outside the door.

"What the-"

Santana holds the blonde in front of her securely. Their eyes met. Blue eyes met brown ones.

They were both speechless.

"Brittany!" Emily yells after a while. "I'm so sorry!"

Santana's brows furrows. "Brittany? Brittany Pierce?"

Brittany looks at her. Her heart slams frantically inside her chest. "Santana?"

Santana hugs her tightly. "It's me. It's me." Her tears fell down.

Brittany hugs back. "I missed you. I thought you forgot about me." She cries too.

Emily was completely speechless as she stares at the two.