A/N: So if you haven't heard, Naya is going to be on devious maids and of course this idea came to my head. Let me know how you like it :)

When Two Different Worlds Collide: Chapter 1

"So you're willing to come here everyday to cook and clean, is that right?" Tom Pierce asked the Latina with a somewhat cold tone.

"That's right, Mr. Pierce. I'm willing to start any day." Santana answered desperately. She needed this job. Her abuela was sick and counting on her, so the brunette knew working for a rich Beverly Hills family would be a good opportunity; regardless of how shallow these people were.

"Well, I don't see why we wouldn't hire you." Amy Pierce shrugged from her spot next to Tom. "You can start today, seeing as you already have your stuff."

"R-really?" Santana asked in disbelief.

"Yes." Amy replied in an uncaring manner. "Now I'm thinking the study needs cleaning first, so please do get to it." And with that, Mr. and Mrs. Pierce got up from their spots and walked away.

Santana took a deep breathe. This was it. She took a moment to look around the house another time. The Pierce's mansion was huge. They had two winding staircases, a huge dining room overlooking the beautiful pool in the backyard, and so much more the Latina had yet to see. She slowly made her way up one of the staircases that led to the big study. Her eyes went wide once she realized how much she had to clean. There were toys and books scattered all around. Santana knew that the Pierce's had a son and a daughter, but she had yet to see them. Looking at the mess, however, she already took a disliking to them. She cursed to herself as she picked up random toys one by one. She had been cleaning for about an hour until her back finally gave up. The brunette plopped down on one of the couches facing the window and groaned. This was going to be a hard job, but she hoped the money would make up for it. As she was about to get up to continue cleaning, she heard loud music coming from outside. Obviously being curious, Santana went to the window to find the source. The Latina almost burst out laughing at the random sight. A girl, whose back was facing towards her, was twirling around the backyard to the music. She had golden blonde hair, and the Latina had a full sight of her bare shoulders. This girl was fit from what she could tell. Santana was suddenly interested, so she continued to watch. The Latina assumed that she was the Pierce's daughter. She looked about her age, but Santana was just waiting to see her face.

And then it happened.

The blonde haired girl turned around, sensing someone staring. She looked straight up at the window where Santana was standing. The brunette couldn't tear her eyes away. This girl was beautiful. Her face was so simple, yet the most mesmerizing thing she'd ever seen. And just when Santana was trying to look for one single flaw, the girl smiled at her. Santana gulped but managed to give a light smile back before turning around.

She continued to work until her lunch break.

X.

Santana's lunch was for an hour and a half, so she decided to hangout at a nearby park. She sat at an empty table under a tree and began to unpack her Turkey sandwich that her abuela had made for her. That's what Santana loved about her grandmother. She could be in any state, bad or good, and she would still manage to make the brunette her favorite meals. Santana took a bite of her sandwich and looked around the park. There were a lot of children, but none of them actually seemed to be with their parents. Most of them were with their nannies or maids. Typical Beverly Hills families. The Latina heard giggling near her, and saw a few people her age sitting at a table next to her. There was an African American girl, an Asian girl, and a girl with an enormous nose. For some reason, Santana was interested in these people. They seemed to be eating their lunches too. One of the girls, the African American, turned around and caught Santana staring. The other girls turned around as well.

"Hey, I've never seen you around here before." The original girl said to her. Santana just shrugged.

"Yeah. It's my first time here." The girl just nodded, and then the one with the giant nose spoke up.

"You should come sit with us!" She beamed. Santana took a moment to think it over.

"Why not?" The Latina smiled as she went to sit next to the girls. She sat next to the Asian one.

"I'm Rachel." The tiny brunette said. "And that's Mercedes." She said while pointing to the African American. "And this is our quiet one, Tina." Santana smiled to the girl next to her, and she timidly smiled back.

"Cool. I'm Santana." The Latina said as she took another bite of her sandwich. "So do you guys live near here?" Mercedes busted out laughing.

"Oh hell no, honey. We all live far away from this white washed place. We're just maids." Santana was now completely interested.

"No way. So am I." The Latina replied. Rachel beamed again. Seriously, Santana found this girl kind of annoying, but she wouldn't admit it.

"Oh! Who do you work for? We probably have all the dish on them." The tiny brunette asked. Tina and Mercedes nodded in agreement. Santana just giggled.

"I work for the Pierce's." She cleared her throat. "Tom and Amy Pierce. I think they have two kids." Mercedes's eyes went wide.

"We know them, alright." She shook her head. "I work for the Fabray's, and they're pretty much best friends with the Pierce's."

"Yeah. I work for the Puckerman's, and Tina works for the Hudson-Hummel's. They're all pretty much best friends. Always having dinners together and what not." Rachel explained.

"Their kids are all our age too." Tina spoke up quietly. Santana nodded, taking all the new information in.

"So I'm guessing the kids are all snotty little fuckers as well." Santana blurted out, but the girls weren't fazed at all by her straight forward reply.

"Oh, Quinn Fabray and Finn Hudson definitely are for sure." Mercedes answered. "I don't know about the rest of them."

"Finn isn't that bad." Rachel argued. Mercedes snorted.

"Rach, you're going to have to get over your little school girl crush, cuz honey, he ain't worth it." Rachel just scoffed and ate her salad. "But like I was saying, I don't know much about the Pierce's kids. I've seen their daughter at dinner parties, and she isn't as outspoken as the rest of the kids. Kinda wish I knew more about her." Mercedes shrugged.

Now Santana was even more interested in the mysterious, blonde girl. She couldn't get her smile out of her head.

"Well, we should be heading back now." Rachel finally spoke. "Good luck with your new job, Santana. We'll hopefully be seeing more of you soon." The tiny brunette smiled, and Mercedes and Tina said their good-byes as well.

Santana sighed figuring it was time for her to get back too.

X.

"You're late, Samantha. I wanted you back by 2 to clean my daughter's room." Amy Pierce said coldly as Santana walked into the house.

"It's Santana." The Latina grumbled. Amy ignored her comment.

"What are you still doing here? Get to cleaning her room. It's upstairs across the study." And with that, the blonde left. Santana didn't know how much more she could take with these people, and it was only her first day. She grabbed her cleaning supplies from the kitchen, and then headed up the stairs to the blonde's room. Santana noticed that her door was closed. The brunette wondered if she should knock, but the voices on the other end gave her her answer.

"Britt." A girl sighed. "Why do you always do this? Why can't you be normal? Friends shop together!"

"I told you. I have dance to focus on." The other girl said in reply. "I don't like shopping. All we ever do is shop." She mumbled.

Santana decided to knock since eavesdropping seemed a little rude. She gave two soft knocks, and the voices stopped. She heard some shuffling, and then the blonde girl from earlier answered the door. There was another blonde girl behind her, except her eyes were hazel instead of blue, and she looked a little, well, bitchy.

"Hey." The blonde from earlier smiled. "Can I help you?"

"Uh, sorry. Mrs. Pierce said I was supposed to clean your room I assume?" Santana managed to say.

"Oh." The blonde frowned. She looked around her room and shrugged. "Well there's not much to clean, but I guess I'll leave you to it." She then turned around to talk to her friend. "Quinn, I think we should get going now." The other blonde rolled her eyes in response and then got up. as she was walking out the door, she shoved Santana intentionally. The Latina pretended to not be phased by the action, but inside she was fuming. The blonde in front of her seemed to notice. "She's rude, I know." She whispered. "I'll get her out of your way." And with that, the mysterious blonde went to follow her friend, but she turned around before walking down the stairs. "I'm Brittany, by the way."

"Santana." The Latina managed to get out in response. "Have a nice day, Brittany." She smiled, and Brittany smiled back.

X.

It was 11 o'clock by the time Santana got back home. She tried to be as quiet as she could walking in, but she accidentally made a loud noise while trying to get herself a glass of water.

"Santana, Mija, is that you?" Her abuela croaked out in her Spanish accent. She must've fallen asleep on the couch.

"Si, Abuela." The brunette said in response. She walked towards the couch and smiled at her grandmother. "How are you feeling?" She said as she sat down on the edge.

"I'm fine." She smiled. "How was work?"

"Amazing." Santana lied. "The people are really nice." Not an entire lie, considering she was thinking about Brittany.

"That is so good to hear, mi amor. Go get some rest now." She insisted. Santana just nodded and yawned. She kissed her grandmother on the forehead and went into her room. She didn't have the energy to change, so she just jumped in her bed.

Her dreams consisted of blonde hair and blue eyes.