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Santana let out an irritable sigh as she looked at the clock hung high on the wall behind the receptionist's desk. Looking back to her phone to resume the game she had been playing, before once again looking at the clock. She was never one for patience, which is another reason why she was even here waiting for her name to be called. 'Lucy is so gonna hear it once this appointment is over,' she thinks to herself, referring to her supposed best friend. You see, Santana had no patience for anything or anyone which would lead to her snapping and on certain occasions, getting physical. She's the type of person that wants something done in that moment and won't wait for it. Recently she had snapped at a cashier that was ringing her up at a grocery store, she couldn't seem to be able to scan her things properly without doing it twice or thrice, in the end Santana was kicked out the store for getting too violent. Quinn had enough of her friend's behavior and forced her to attend the appointment, she had made for an anger management session.

"Santana Lopez?" Someone called bringing the Latina out of her thoughts. Locating the person to be the receptionist she nodded, "Miss Pierce will see you now." The receptionist said with a polite somewhat forced smile which irritated the brunette even more.

Getting up from her seat Santana walked up to the door and put her phone in her purse before opening the door, she examined the room before once again being taken from her thoughts.

"Ah, Ms. Lopez it's nice to meet you, I'm your anger management therapist Brittany Pierce, but feel free to call me Brittany." The blonde said with an actual polite smile as she put her hand out for a handshake.

Santana took in the appearance of the therapist and man, was it a sight to see, she was gorgeous. She has seen and met a lot of attractive people in her lifetime but none of them compare to the blonde. She was wearing a nice long sleeved beige blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt and black heels along with small black rimmed glasses with her hair in loose curls, she looked smart and hot. Putting on her best smile she shook the blondes hand.

"Even though you already know my name it's a polite thing to introduce yourself, I'm Santana. Feel free to call me whatever you like." She purred the last part. What? You can't stop her from flirting with an attractive person.

Brittany chuckled at her and brought her hand back from their handshake, "Shall we get acquainted before we start? I know I wouldn't like to express myself to a stranger," She says gesturing to the sofa chairs, "Please, have a seat."

Once seated, Santana crosses her legs slowly hoping to draw the blondes attention to them but seemingly failing, "What would you like to know?" She asks the blonde.

"Well, tell me a little about yourself and then I'll tell you about myself," Brittany tells her while she gets comfortable, "You don't have to say anything you don't feel comfortable revealing." She adds.

Nodding her head, Santana purses her lips before taking a breath, "Well I have an age, I live in an apartment, I work, I have a sexual orientation, I identify as a female, and I'm human." She finishes with what she likes to call her sweet smile, "How about yourself?"

Brittany shows a face of mock shock, "I would have never guessed that you're a human," She says before laughing, "You seem to take things too literal, but I should've seen it coming." The blonde adds, "My full name is Brittany Susan Pierce, also known as Brittany S. Pierce, not to be mistaken with Britney Spears, I have a Bengal cat named Lord Tubbington, I am 26 years old, I obviously work as an anger management therapist, and I am engaged."

Santana furrowed her brows before looking down to the blonde's left hand, and voila, there on her left hand, is a diamond ring that seemed to have appeared out of thin air. 'Why are all the attractive women; A.) Taken, B.) Straight, or C.) All of the above' licking her lips she let out a sigh, "That's a shame, I was hoping we could have some fun sometime." Another bad thing about the Latina, was the fact that, she had no filter. Uncrossing her legs and switching to crossing her arms, she rolled her eyes, "So much for that. Anyways, you already know my full name, thanks to Lucy Caboosey, I'm 24 years young, and only straight I am, is straight up bitch."

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Brittany says with a sweet smile as she adjusts the frames on her face, "I know a little bit more about you, and you know a bit more about me."

"It was actually, quite hard. I don't give two fucks about what people think about me because, obviously, they're wrong. I just came here to humor Lucy, anyways, can we just end this now and never see each other again because that would be the best thing ever at this moment." Santana says beginning to release her Snixx juice on the woman, "My breasts honestly ache with rage just staring at that stupid smile you have on you face." And with that Brittany looks down, clenching her jaw, she knew she had hit a nerve.

Getting up from the chair she grabs her stuff and walks out the office without looking back. She had known this was a bad idea, but of course, she had gotten tired of Quinn bitching at her how she needed it and that she will blah blah blah, she honestly tuned her out when she seemed to continue talking. Passing the receptionist's desk, she makes her way to the exit and then to her car. Oh, how she was gonna chew Quinn's ear off after this.

Entering her apartment she closed her door and set her stuff on her couch not before taking out her cellphone and dialing a certain blondes phone number. After what seemed like forever the other end of the receiver picked up. "I hate you so much Lucy Caboosey, why do I ever choose to listen to you tubbers?" Santana all but growls into the receiver.

"How was work Quinn, any problems? It was fine actually, easy day not too much patients thank you for asking my so called best friend, how are you this fine day?" Quinn responds.

"Cut the bullshit Mary, it's all your fault I went to that stupid management class."

"Management class? I'm pretty sure I put you up for anger management therapy."

"Whatever Quinn, that's beside the point, I'm never gonna be allowed there again." The Latina says with an eye roll as she begins searching her fridge for food.

"Never allowed back? What did you do?" Quinn inquires.

"Well I snapped at the therapist who was trying to be my new best friend apparently and I struck a nerve it seems."

"What the heck Santana! The whole point was for you to get help for you anger not make your therapist receive your anger." The blonde lectures her.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch Fabray, her fault for not realizing I was there for an anger management issue not to be the next Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez." Santana says as she pulls out things to make herself a sandwich.

"That's beside the point Santana, every therapist has different methods on how they treat their patients. She was probably trying to make you comfortable with her."

"If I wanted help I would look for it myself not go get help because Virgin Mary deemed it necessary." She chuckles as she makes her meal.

"You promised me you'd be on your best behavior Santana. I'm tired of finding new restaurants because my best friend decided to make the waiter run out crying." Her friend sighs probably rubbing her temples.

"Look, I'm sorry okay? I did promise you that but my anger got the best of me. Again." Santana groans and begins to put the items she used away.

"And when isn't your anger gonna get the best of you, hm? When are you learn to think before you speak or at least learn how to bite your tongue?"

Santana stopped what she was doing and stared at the fridge, "Fine. Find a new therapist and I might give it another shot."

"Really?!"

"Whoa Quinnie don't soak your granny undies I said might."

"I'll start looking as soon as possible, bye!"

Once the call was over, Santana locked her phone and shook her head at how excited the other woman was, very un-Quinn. Pocketing her phone, she picked up her sandwich and made her way to her couch. Locating her TV remote she grabbed it and sat down turning on the screen, seeing as it was already on a show she liked, she was a sucker for reality shows, she began eating her sandwich. After just two bites, her phone began vibrating in her front pocket, emitting a groan from her throat. Believing her psycho blonde friend had already found another therapist, she answered the phone, "What?" She spat.

'Is this Santana Lopez?'

"The one and only, who's this?"

'This is Sandy, we met earlier today, I'm calling to inform you that you have a scheduled appointment with Miss Pierce on Friday at 4:50 PM, have a nice day Miss.' And with that the line went dead.

Glancing down at her phone she began thinking there must have been a mistake. The receptionist probably assumed they'd meet again since Brittany had probably just exited her office and left home for the day. Right?