AN: This was inspired by killercereal making fun of my coffee order and her severe aversion to angst. So it can be dedicated to her, too. Yay!

Mistakes are my own. Constructive criticism is key to becoming a better writer, so please read and review if you feel like it.

"I would like an Iced Grande Chai Tea Latte." Rachel smiles brightly at the Barista, who dutifully starts marking a plastic cup, before looking towards Brittany.

"Quinn wants a…" Brittany fishes a crumbled post-it from her purse and smoothes it against her thigh before reading, "half-calf vanilla latte."

"What size?"

Brittany shrugs. "I guess big enough to fit half a baby cow."

"Why would she want half a calf in her coffee?" She scrunches her brow and bites her lip worriedly. "And what happens to the other half? Does it die?" Brittany leans over the counter craning her neck to see past the swinging double doors. "Do you have a freezer full of baby cow parts back there?"

Rachel looks like someone told her that Lady Gaga is thrice the performer Barbara Streisand could ever hope to be, and the Barista looks amused.

"Brittany, what on Earth are you—"

"And how am I supposed to carry that back to the dorms? Do you have one of those travel things, but with wheels?"

"Brittany, I honestly don't understand how you—"

The Barista rolls her eyes at Rachel before turning to Brittany with a smile. "Brittany, right?" She asks, interrupting Rachel.

"Yes." Brittany stands up straight. "Are you psychic? Have we met?"

"No, your friend just said your name a few times."

Brittany nods. "That makes sense."

"And to answer your other question, half-caff means half caffeinated, half decaffeinated. Your friend probably needs a bit of an energy boost, but doesn't want to be up all night."

"You're so smart," Brittany smiles.

The Barista bites her full bottom lip and looks down. "Nah, they make us memorize everything."

"Well, you have to be smart to memorize everything."

"You must be pretty smart, too, then. You just proved me wrong."

Brittany beams at the compliment. "Rachel, did you hear that?" She turns to her friend, preening.

Rachel smiles tightly. "I did." She nods. "And now that we have that settled we can pay and get back, right?"

"Right." Brittany echoes, deflating slightly.

"Wait," the Barista says. "You haven't ordered yet."

"Oh, right. Uh, I want hot chocolate."

"Brittany, we're in the middle of a heat wave." Rachel massages her temple.

Brittany frowns and looks up at the menu, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. "Um…"

"I could make you an iced hot chocolate?" The Barista offers. "It's hot chocolate, but it's iced, so you won't over heat."

"That sounds awesome!"

The Barista starts marking a big, plastic cup.

"Great!" Rachel chirps.

"How much?" Brittany asks reaching into her wallet.

The Barista smiles, "We actually get free drinks. I haven't used any this week, so it's on me."

"I assure you that we can pay for our own drinks."

The Barista smiles tightly at Rachel before turning to Brittany and fake whispers, "Us smart people have to look out for one another."

Rachel rolls her eyes and collects the drinks from the counter.

Brittany and the Barista share a grin. Brittany leans in close to read the small name tag. "Thanks, Santana," she says brightly and places a few bills in the tip jar.

"You have a pretty name."

"You have a pretty face." Santana face-palms realizing what she just said.

Brittany opens her mouth, then closes it when Rachel reminds her that they're "on a schedule and already running late."

Brittany walks backwards towards the exit waving. "It was nice meeting you."

"Come again soon."