Love in an Elevator

a/n - This is an AU fanfic. Some of the places are real, and some are not. Some are real places that are not necessarily actually located in NYC. I took a lot of liberties with this story. Bare with me. Possible triggers, but I'm pretty sure they're tame if there are any. I also took some liberties with the personality traits of the characters. I tried to stay as true as I could, but I really don't like the idea of a "dumb blonde" Brittany. So, in this story, she's flighty, but smart. Santana is mostly the same, just not as bitchy and a lot more easy going and loyal with her friends than normal. Also, most of this is going to be in Brittany's POV, but there will be occasional Santana POV parts and chaps.

a/n 2 - I've had this written for quite awhile now, but I wanted to get the story I had out there first. Let me know what you think. I have a few more halfway written, so once I end a story, that won't be the last of Brittana. Just maybe that story, but I'll always be thinking of more. If you have any ideas or suggestions, feel free to PM me or twitter me. meeech69. I'm always entertaining any new ideas. Thanks for reading, you all are awesome.

a/n 3 - Special shout out to my bestie lyleerose for helping me with my stories. Without her, most of these would still just be in my head or typed and nowhere to go. You da best!

a/n 4 - BTW - Happy Birthday HeMo!

Disclaimer - I don't own Glee. But I do hope RIB inc, takes our fandom seriously and gives us what we deserve! BRITTANA FOREVER! And rumors of a Brittana getting back together in a very special way better be for real!

Brittany POV

"Damn! I'm already leaving 15 minutes late! God, I hope there isn't any traffic, I can't be late on my first day." Brittany exclaimed as she looked at the clock on the kitchen stove.

One interview and I have the job of my dreams! I can hardly wait to start, but I can't be late. That would not look good. Good thing there wasn't a lot of traffic.

As I'm driving to work, I look back on my last few years leading up to this moment. I knew as soon as I graduated from High School I wanted to get out of Lima. But exactly how I was going to do that, I wasn't sure. Finally, I received a scholarship for dance, my first true love, and for Graphic Arts at NYU. I loved to dance and I loved designing websites. So my ultimate goal, graduate with a degree in Graphic Arts with my minor in Dance. As I was interviewing for possible jobs in the GA field, I also went on several dance auditions. Much to my dismay, nothing ever amounted from the auditions. So I decided to apply for a few jobs teaching dance at some of the local dance studios. I was lucky enough to nab a dream job teaching kids to dance two nights a week and an occasional Sat. I loved that job and hoped it would take me somewhere, but I knew I needed to make more money to pay all these bills. Inheriting a house from your aunt is one thing, but paying for everything else that goes with it requires a little bit more than I make at the moment.

One of the guys I teach dance with, Mike Chang, told me of a firm that his cousin works at. He said that they were in the market for some young, up and coming designers and had a few positions open. I said I'd look into it. One interview and two call-back interviews later; I have a fantastic job with some pretty good benefits, not to mention that the pay is way better than I had ever thought. Just think, I get paid, from both jobs, doing the two things I love best. Amazing! Everything is all rainbows and unicorns in my universe now!

"Ahh, a parking garage with plenty of spaces available! That's almost unheard of where I'm from, I'll take it." I said aloud while taking the 10th spot closest to the tunnel leading to the lobby of the Landon Hall Building.

I walked through the tunnel, opened the clear glass paned double doors and walked inside. Once inside, I looked at the marquis above the bulletin board in the lobby to make sure I went to the right floor. 'Int'l Web Designs and Marketing, 8th floor.' That was my destination. There were many other companies, law firms and offices in this building as well as one of Landon Hall's Corp Headquarters offices. I was excited to work in this building as well, because it was one of the newest, most modern and technicalogically advanced buildings in the tri-state area.

I walked over to the hallway where the elevators were, pressed the UP button and waited. I was looking at my iPhone and checking some notes I had taken when I heard a group of people come in behind me. There seemed to be about 6 or 7 of them and they all talked and laughed as if they knew each other or at least worked together. 3 men and 4 women. We all stood there waiting for the elevator to arrive to carry us to our perspective floors to start our daily routine. I noticed one of the women caught my eye straight away. I can't explain it, just something about her, maybe her eyes or her laugh or the sound of her raspy voice when she was speaking to her friends. She had these dark chocolate brown eyes that I tried hard not to look into when she looked over at me. When I looked up, our eyes locked. I smiled shyly when she smiled softly at me and then looked back to her friends. She had long, dark brunette hair with big wavy curls on the ends, perfect carmel tan colored skin. Not too dark, maybe it was a nice tan. Probably Hispanic or Latina. Wait! They're the same thing aren't they. I get these things so confused. She had a full beautiful looking mouth and luscious plump lips. She didn't look like she belonged there. Maybe and actress or model, but not a business woman. Definitely easy on the eyes.

"So, Santana, how was your blind date last night?" one of the men in her group asked her jokingly.

The spotlight was, of course, then on her. One by one, the rest of the group started poking fun and prodding her for information on her "blind date".

"Okay, okay! I give in. It was ok, but she was a little too way out there for me." she smiled back at the group, then a quick shy glance my way. Probably because I was the only person not associated with her entourage.

Why would she look my way and care what I thought? How would she know that I was listening intently to this part of the conversation? She wouldn't. My newbie, first day paranoia setting in. Although, the she in her reply did catch my attention.

Her one female friend jumped in.

"What do you mean 'out there'?"

Just then the elevator doors opened up. I walked in immediately and the rest of the group followed.

"Eight please." I asked since I was in the back of the elevator.

I should have waited to go in, but my uneasiness pushed me on. I noticed that after the one man depressed the 8 button, he depressed the 9 button. Well, now I knew they worked on the floor above me.

"Come on, Santana! What do you mean 'out there'?" one of the men asked.

"It started off ok, but then we started to order our meal. I understand substituting or not wanting something on or in your meal, but she had a quirk about every little thing she ordered." the brunette said, sounding exasperated by the events of her date.

"Like what?" one of the guys asked.

"No salt and pepper on the steak, she would do that herself at the table. Grill it only 6 minutes on each side. Lettuce only on her salad. And get this…she brought her own fucking salad dressing! I couldn't believe it when she pulled a bottle out of her purse!" Santana said laughing.

"No way! Your kidding?" they all laughed and said practically at the same time.

"What else?" they all asked, practically in unison. I had to hold in my chuckle.

"Well, she kept asking things about me and things I like to do. Like the God damned Inquisition." she spat.

"What's wrong with that?" the friend with the funny squirrel tail on his head. I guess he thought that made him look badass.

Honestly, to me, it kind of made him look like an ass.

"I'm getting there Puck! It was like she wanted to know everything about me and was keeping mental notes. But every time I asked a question about her, she would wave her hand like you don't need to know that, and then go on asking me more questions. Can you believe the nerve…waiving me off. It took all I had to keep Snix from giving her a piece of our minds. Then she started to ask more specific and uneasy questions. Where do I live? Do I have a roommate? How long have I been single? House or apartment? Dog or cat or any pet? Then every so often she would say a few small things about herself." the Latina ranted.

"I know that sounds like normal dinner conversation, but I hardly got a word in edgewise other than my answer, and it was like she was reading from a checklist. Wanky! Plus, I felt very uneasy about her need for an answer after the question." Santana continued on at the urging of her friends.

"Then, when the dinner was over, I was ready to leave, pay and take myself back home and," she stopped to take a breath.

"AND!" they all said in unison then chuckled.

"And then she said she wanted to follow me and come in for a nightcap. I said I had an early morning and that I wasn't in the mood for any more alcohol. She gave me a look then said that wasn't what she meant!" the raven haired beauty replied.

"Wow! She was fast!" the short blonde haired womn said!

"No shit, Quinn! I was dumbfounded. I almost didn't know what to say." she smirked.

"What did you end up saying?" Quinn asked.

"Well, I said that I had a nice time, that I thought I was ready but it turned out I'm not ready to jump into another dating game or relationship yet." she replied, continuing to retell her night.

"Was she ok with that?" this Quinn person asked.

"Well, it didn't seem at first, but then she said ok, looked a little disappointed, gave me a peck on the cheek, turned and left. Thank God!" she remarked.

"It wouldn't be the first time that Satan had a stalker!" one of the other guys, a blonde, Justin Beiber look-a-like, piped in, as they all chuckled at the comment.

"What did you do after that?" piped up the other of the men. This one looked like the Jolly Green but White Giant.

"I let out a huge sigh of relief, Finn, then left. I took about an hour to get home to make sure she wasn't following me though!" Santana laughed as did the rest of the group.

The elevator door dinged to signal the 8th floor and the doors opened.

"Excuse me, please. I believe this is my stop." I said softly.

The crowd turned and looked at me, parted and they all smiled as I scooted by. The last person I saw as I left the elevator was the woman that caught my eye downstairs who's name I found out to be Santana. I smiled back at them all, thanked them and stepped out as the doors closed behind me.

The rest of the day, those dark chocolate brown orbs would haunt my thoughts.