Title: You've Got Mail

Pairing: Brittany/Santana

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the thoughts in my head.

Rating: R – Just to be on the safe side.

Chapter 1

It was another ordinary Saturday morning, I was lying on my couch watching cartoons when the phone rang. Grunting I reached over and tried not to fall off the couch as I grabbed the cordless phone on my coffee table. Normally when no number comes up on the caller I.D I don't bother answering but for some odd reason I had to urge to. I blame it on exhaustion.

"Hello?" As I answered I turned the volume on the television down slightly, otherwise I knew I'd burst out laughing at some point.

Whomever it was, was having a hard time finding their voice and just as I was about to hang up they answered. "Hi, is this Santana Lopez?"

"This is she, may I ask who this is?"

I hoped it wasn't a telemarketer, I always felt slightly guilty for hanging up on them, but I learned that it was the only way to get rid of them. "Sorry, I'm Brittany Pierce, I moved in to your old apartment about a month ago. I was just calling to tell you that you had some mail here, I thought you might want to pick it up. I sent most of it back to the post office when it first came in but it just keeps coming back."

"Um, yeah, thank you for calling, I can swing by whenever is good for you if that's alright?" I had to admit that the woman's voice was quite attractive.

There was a pause and finally she answered, "I'm going out at the moment but I'll be home later tonight if that works for you, anytime after eight is good"

Quickly I tried to remember if I had any plans tonight, nothing came to mind. "After eight works for me, and I almost just asked you the address which would have been really funny and awkward."

She chuckled a little, "yes it would have been, I better get going though, I will have your mail ready for you tonight."

"See you then, have a nice day and thank you for the call."

"You're welcome, and you too."

Hanging up the phone I set it back down on the table and Gus, my German Sheppard puppy was looking up at me and waging his tail. Laughing, I shook my head at him and picked him up before turning the volume on the television back up. I was off the phone just in time for Scooby Doo.

Finally I got sick of the cartoons and decided to do something productive with my life, as if working wasn't enough. Stretching as I got off the couch as Gus did the same I looked around, trying to decide what I was going to do. Looking outside it seemed like a nice day so I decided on taking Gus to the beach for a nice little jog. A little exercise did the body and mind well and I had to maintain my exceptional physique, even if I did it only for myself.

Walking into my bedroom I took a look in the mirror and shrugged, what I was wearing was good enough for the beach. Sweatpants that were rolled up to my knee and a grey hoodie, the best outfit for a relaxing Saturday. I grabbed an elastic off my nightstand and pulled my hair back.

"Hey Gus Gus, want to go for a walk?" About as fast as I got the words out he started running around the house. He was only a few months old, barely potty trained yet he already managed to figure out the meaning of 'walk' and 'treat'. What can I say, my baby boy knew what priorities were.

When I got home it was still fairly early but the jog, and playing around in the sand with Gus had worn me out. As I walked into my bedroom I laughed as Gus ran in and tried to jump on my bed, as big as he was getting he still hadn't managed to get onto my bed without help. I laughed as I picked him up, I expected him to jump right off as I walked into my bathroom but he didn't and when I came back out after my shower he was curled up in a ball fast asleep. I shook my head as I looked at him taking over half of my bed.

Yawning slightly I figured a nap would do me some good so I pulled back the covers and climbed in. Ah, there was nothing better than lying in my bed, I debated on whether or not to set my alarm but I was pretty sure I wouldn't sleep longer than an hour or two.

Wrong. I woke up to the sound of Gus barking at my cell phone that was vibrating on my nightstand. Reaching over I flipped it over and read the text message I had just received from my best friend.

Salty Dawg later, if you're in just show up.

It had been awhile since I'd been out to the bar with my friends but for some reason I didn't have the urge to go. That's then when it struck me and I flipped my phone back over. "Shit." I mumbled as I crawled out of bed in a rush, it was almost quarter passed eight. I couldn't tell you why I was in such a rush to get out of the house and to my old apartment, it wasn't as though I had told Brittany what time I was going to stop by. I guess the responsible adult in me didn't want to make her wait around for me to come by incase she wanted to go out. So I quickly ran around my room getting dressed and attempting to make myself look somewhat presentable.

A/N: I know this is really really short but I decided to convert an old story I had written a million years ago so if nothing else the updates should come quickly which will hopefully make up for their shortness.