When Brittany woke up on Sunday morning to the sound of her cell phone ringing, she swore she was going to throw it across the room. Her friends from school had taken her out the night before to celebrate the new position she had received, and needless to say she had gotten a little drunk. Now the ringing of her cell phone felt as though someone was drilling into her school. She ignored it the first time, but when it began ringing again, she picked up ready to give the person on the other end a piece of her mind. "Can I help you at 8am on a Sunday morning?" She asked in a gruff tone, barely moving her face off of her pillow.

"Is this Brittany? Brittany Pierce? This is the second time I called you! Is there a reason you did not answer the first time?" The mysterious person, who Brittany identified only as a female based on her voice, yelled into the phone.

"May I ask who is speaking?" She said, not improving her tone much, especially after being yelled at on top of being called this early. Whoever this was was going to learn not to call again this early.

"This is your BOSS, Santana Lopez. I've been waiting at my phone for an email with my schedule for the week, and I have yet to receive anything! I need to know these things ahead of time so that I can plan my free time in between my appointments. I am a very busy person, Brittany!" She yelled, clearly aggravated.

"Santana Lopez? I was told I didn't start until Monday morning at 8am and it's Sunday, I don't know your schedule yet, Melissa said I would be briefed with it tomorrow when I arrived." She said, suddenly very quiet and not raising her voice, trying to calm herself down and ensure she kept her job.

"WELL, Brittany! I have to know it today, so I don't know why Melissa would say you started tomorrow. Be here in a half an hour, I'll text you my address since I don't have a personal assistant yet!" She said into the phone before all Brittany heard was a click, showing that the super star had ended the call.

Brittany sat there in silence, and flopped back on her pillow, wondering what the hell she had gotten herself in to. "FUCK!" She yelled out into the emptiness of her apartment, then heard her phone buzz and swore she almost ignored it.

From Santana: My address is on Central Park South, the apartment building with the vines, I'm apartment 12, the floor below the penthouse because apparently Gaga got ahold of it before I did. Be here by 8:30 with a venti latte, double shot.

Brittany read the text and realized that the woman was serious, she wanted her to make it to the upper east side with a coffee from Starbucks in only half an hour. The blonde thought for only a second before jumping out of bed, putting on skinny black jeans and a flowy top, grabbing her bag and running out the door, knowing she was running against the clock.

At 8:29, Brittany's taxi pulled up outside of the apartment building she was directed to and she ran inside, coffee in hand, jumping into the elevator and hitting the 12 button. She kept looking between her watch and the lights on the elevator, having an overwhelming feeling that Santana Lopez did not like to be kept waiting. She jumped out of the elevator and knocked on the door with only seconds to spare, waiting patiently outside the door for someone to answer.

When the door opened, there was an older man standing there, dressed in a suit and looking very much like a butler...did Santana have a butler? "Can I help you, Miss?" He asked, looking her over before meeting her face again.

Brittany stuttered for a moment then took a deep breath. "I'm Santana's new personal assistant, she told me to be here by 8:30, and it's 8:30 now. I have her coffee." She rambled, knowing the man probably didn't care about anything she had just said. She could see the apartment behind him and what she could see looked fantastic and way too rich in taste at the same time.

"Ah, I see. Follow me." He said, turning and walking down the hall without turning back to see if Brittany was following, which she was. They passed door after door, until the man stopped and turned to face her again. "She's expecting you, so go ahead in." He said, obviously waiting for Brittany to open the door. She turned the doorknob and stepped in, immediately recognizing that she was in an office, and she saw the girl behind the desk and recognized her as pop-sensation Santana Lopez.

The brunette looked up as Brittany entered the room, the look on her face being nothing less than pure aggravation. "It's about time, Miss Pierce. I will have you know that I do not take to it well when my help doesn't show up when they are expected to." She said in a short tone before looking back down to whatever it was she was working on. Brittany just stood there in shock, not sure what exactly her new boss wanted of her. She had that feeling in the pit of her stomach that this job was going to be the ultimate test of her sanity.

After a few more moments, Santana looked back up at Brittany with a look on her face that the blonde couldn't read. "Well, are you going to just stand there and let my coffee get cold? Or are you going to bring it over here and have a seat so we can discuss what my expectations are?" She asked, shaking her head at the blonde as she made her way over, placing the coffee carefully on the desk and sitting in one of the chairs across from the pop star.

"Again, Melissa said I started tomorrow, I wasn't aware that you would need me today. I...don't know your schedule yet. I can help with anything else except…" She said, but was interrupted, quite rudely she might add.

"I don't want to hear the excuse bull shit, Brittany. Here's the thing, sweet cheeks. I run a very tight ship around here. If I say I want my coffee by 8:30, I expect it to be sitting here, piping hot, by 8:29. If my schedule starts at 8am on a Monday, I need a full 24 hours to plan everything that is NOT publicity or work related, like having a personal life. This means you need to have it to me by 8am on every Sunday. You will make yourself available to me at all times, whether it's 3 in the morning or 10 at night, you work for me. Is this all understood because if not, I will call Melissa right now and request a new PA." She said, giving the blonde such a stern look that she actually felt herself break into a nervous sweat.

"Understood." She said quietly, rubbing her palms against her skinny jeans and just looking around the office. "I'll...call Melissa and ask her to send your schedule now, that way you have it. Excuse me." She said, excusing herself from the office and making her way back to the hallway of the apartment building, standing near the elevator. At this point, she had to make the decision whether to run and never look back, or face Santana Lopez head on. She picked up her phone and took a breath, dialing Melissa's number.

"Melissa? It's Brittany Pierce. We need to talk."