Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or 'Dash and Lily's Book of Dares'.

Full synopsis: "I've left some clues for you. If you want them, turn the page. If you don't, put the book back on the shelf, please." Brittany's brother has left his sister's red notebook filled with dares and challenges on one of the shelves in Brittany's favorite bookstore in downtown NYC, hoping that whoever comes along and accept its dares is the right person for her sister. Santana then comes along and accidentally (and clumsily) accepts these challenges.

Inspired by David Levithan and Rachel Cohn's 'Dash and Lily's Book of Dares'

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back with another Brittana story (even though I basically left two stories unfinished. My apologies. . I didn't get any more inspiration. T.T) This one, is inspired by the concept of 'Dash and Lily's Book of Dares'. I haven't read it yet but I definitely will soon. ^^ Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! Leave sone feedback if you please. ^^

Thanks, my lovelies.

- mickey

Chapter 1

Santana sighed softly as she pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, brushing off tiny particles of dust with a small duster. It was a normal day in the book store. She was the only employee there and there were barely any customers around - well, unless you count the few elderly people who came by because they thought the book store was some kind of antique sale.

"Hey, Santana." Santana froze up suddenly as she heard the ding of the entrance bell, startled by the sudden intrusion. She accidentally dropped her brush, letting out a deep, exasperated sigh as she leant down to pick it up before glaring up at her 'visitor'.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Fabray?" The Latina grumbled, stomping off towards the cashier, her arms tightly across her chest. It wasn't unusual for Quinn Fabray to come visit Santana at all. In fact, she only started off as a customer but came to visit so frequently, that somehow she actually came to be one of Santana's closest friends. Though she wouldn't be caught dead saying that out loud, of course.

"I came to bring you lunch, San!" The blonde cheered in a sarcastic tone, lifting up a paper bag - probably filled with a couple of sandwiches - and two cups of coffee.

Santana's stomach rumbled at the sight of food, automatically looking upwards towards the clock. It was only about one pm, causing the Latina to say. She still had, more or less, another four hours in the store. Yeah, that was always how her hours were. Super long with super tiny pay. She didn't mind though. She may get bored at times but her job was quite interesting - especially due to the discoveries she's made throughout the books in the store. She's a closeted nerd like that.

"You're a lifesaver, Q." Santana sighed dramatically, reaching to accept the heavenly looking sandwich Quinn offered her, a warm smile replacing the scowl on her face.

"You know, it's kind of weird how quick your mood changes from good to bad whenever you see me with food." Quinn chuckled softly, unwrapping her own sandwich as well, setting the coffee down on the counter.

"Well, you brought food! You know how I gets when I sees them food." Santana said through a mouthful of bread, causing Quinn's expression to morph into that of disgust.

"God, San. Learn some manners." she teased, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Shut the fuck up."

It wasn't long before Quinn decided to take off, giving Santana - much to her distaste - a hug before making her leave thus leaving the Latina, once again, alone on her own. Santana walked around the quite spacious book store, looking over some books that needed dusting or stacking up on the shelves.

The store once belonged to Santana's abuela, who's recently passed just a few months ago. The Latina felt that she owed it to her grandmother that she took care of the store. She was old enough to manage by herself anyway, being twenty one years old so having the store as a side job wasn't a big deal to her. Her mother gives her a bit of a salary to thank her but just as its stated before, she didn't mind. She liked working in the store.

When the clock struck 3pm, Santana heard thr unfamiliar ding of the bookstore's entrance bell, immediately scurrying out of one of the aisles in order to tend to the customer.

"Hey, uh, may I help-" Santana started, wiping her dusty hands onto her apron before lifting her head up, her eyebrows raising as she saw a boy - possibly around the age of ten - standing by the entrance, a cute little smile visible on his lips. Santana didn't bother continuing to ask her question. She was just curious as to why a ten year old boy would even bother to enter a store like this.

The Latina took a few steps towards the boy and squatted to his height, an adoring smile on her lips as she saw how cute the boy is with his tousled blonde hair and clear blue eyes.

"Hey there, little man. Can I help you with anything?" Santana asked, looking towards the boy.

"Uh, I was just looking around." The blonde said meekly, shuffling his feet together in an attempt to distract himself from the pretty lady.

"Well, alright." Santana chuckled softly to herself in amusement, standing back up to her full height. "I'll just be over at the cashier of you need me alright?"

The little boy smiled and nodded, disappearing into the aisles of books as Santana walked back behind the counter.

About five or ten minutes later, Santana was already waving at the little boy goodbye, a small chuckle escaping her lips as the child almost tripped clumsily. She called out to see if he was alright but he had already ran off, leaving Santana shaking her head in amusement at the kid.

Santana only had half an hour of duty time left at the book store.

And really, she could just leave and close up the store early but she knew that her abuela was somewhere up and there watching her and honestly, Santana didn't want to mess with her at all - even in the afterlife.

The Latina then decided to make her way towards the end of the store where a photo of her abuela was hung on the wall between two bookshelves. Santana sighed as she looked over to her grandmother's photograph.

"Are you proud of me now, abuela?" she whispered softly, tracing the contours of her abuela's face, chuckling softly at her ridiculous thought of thr photo coming to life and scolding her.

During Santana's childhood years, the person she looked up to the most wasn't a celebrity icon nor a musician. It was her abuela. She was the one who taught her how to be tough and not to let anyone tear her down under all circumstances. She was the one who scholded her for being weak against the school bullies back in preschool. Her abuela was her stronghold and even though she was pushed away by her when she first came out to her as a lesbian, she was still just as important to her as she was before despite her bitterness.

Santana felt a slight sting on her eyes as she felt tears begin to build up but she just shook it away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She knew her abuela wouldn't like her crying over something like this.

The Latina backed away from her grandmother's frame photo with a sigh before moving to shuffle towards one of the shelves, her fingers tracing along the spines of many classics. Santana hummed softly, recognizing each and every title as she moved on, realizing just how much of a book nerd she was. She went past her favorite, J.D. Salinger's Catcher and the Rye, her eyes trailing upwards to look at the shelves above it.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she saw something red squeezed into a tiny space between two books. Seeing as it was too high for her to reach, she grabbed the stool by the shelf and stood on it, grabbing the red thing - that turned out to be a notebook - pulling carelessly, her eyes widening as a few books came along the pulled out notebook, dropping onto the top of her head.

"Ow! What the fuck.." she hissed in pain, clutching the back of her head as she looked down on the red notebook in her hands, her eyebrows raising in curiosity.

She sneezed a couple of times as the dust from the fallen books reached her nose, hopping down from the stool and sitting on it, flipping it open to the first page. A slip of paper slipped down to the floor as she did this, groaning softly as she leant down to grab it.

It was a note. A note written in slightly messy, childish handwriting. It was written on the back of what seemed like a ripped test paper. The note writer even put a small sad face at the end of the message which somehow brought a smile to Santana's face. Probably because of how adorable the message was.

Please make my sister happy again. :(

- Callum

Santana slipped the note into her pocket, her eyes now examining the plain red notebook in her hands. It wasn't very thick but it was of reasonable size - almost like the size of a typical pocketbook. It looked a little old and worn out but it somehow addee a nice touch to it. Her fingers traced along the smooth, velvet covering of the notebook before flipping it open once again, reading the first page. There was a name scribbled on the owner line written in different colors of crayon. Santana chuckled softly. It wa kind of endearing.

This book belongs to: Brittany Susan Pierce

Her fingers riffled over the first page of the book and saw a note written in the middle of the page, one of her eyebrows raising up as she read it.

I've left some clues for you. If you want them, turn the page. If you don't, put the book back on the shelf, please.

"Okay.." Santana muttered to herself softly, still somehow curious as to what the girl who put this notebook here was planning. She turned the page, her eyebrows raising even higher at the passage.

Okay. Let's start with Cats. Because they're awesome and cute and really fluffy. Like Lord Tubbington. I figured that no one really goes here so the books are all still hopefully for sale. No offense to the owner. It's still my favorite book store though. Um. Your man's Charlie Greenwhich.

76/9/4

76/13/12

The Latina chuckled softly as she saw what topic the girl picked. Her chuckle turned into a snort when she read the name 'Lord Tubbington'. Lord Tubbington. What kind of name was that? She held back another fit of laughter as she stood up from the stool, heading towards the shelf with the books about animals in them.

Her fingers trailed along the spine of the books once again until she reaches the G section, slowly scanning her eyes across the author names until she reached Greenwhich. It didn't take her long to find the book as there was only one book on cats by Charlie Greenwhich on the shelf.

She picked up the book and flipped over the pages quickly before turninf her eyes back to the clue. 76/9/4 and 76/13/12. What could they mean?

Santana bit her bottom lip as she observed the numbers, her eyes focusing closely on the numerals. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, letting out a soft sigh. It was then that she remembered her abuela using something like this back when she hosted a little scavenger hunt in the store (back when it was well known) when I she was little. She explained to her that the she was using an old technique that could confuse the players. "Page-Line-Word." The Latina chanted from memory and immediately skimmed through page 76 and got the words she needed.

Do you

'Do I what?' Santana thought to herself, reaching behind her head and scratching the back of her neck. She flipped to the next page of the notebook, her eyes reading the clue carefully.

Do you like cats? Because I do. If you like cats, turn to the next page. If you don't, that makes me sad. Please put this back to where you found it.

Santana shrugged at the question. Cats were cool. She found them annoying at times but they're mostly cute so she figured she liked them. She turned the page and read the next clue.

The first three words of the second sentence in the third chapter of the first part of Coffee Land is your next clue.

Santana furrowed her eyebrows at the title of the book, walking towards the system computer by the cashier, searching the title of the book. She found out that the author of the book was Rachel Murray, making her way towards the shelf. She found the book a few moments later and looked through it. First three words of the second sentence in the third chapter of the first part.

Just want to

Do you just want to

The Latina walked back to the cashier and sat down on her chair, flipping the page over and found another question.

Hi! Congratulations on reaching this far! Now this is where I ask you how old you are. If you're younger than 18 or older than 30, please put the notebook back to the shelf. Anything between that is fine! I hope you get past! (:

Santana smiled at the question, her mind forming some kind of image of this Brittany girl already. She seemed bubbly and quirky from the way she wrote the passages and the clues. It kind of amused the Latina in a way. Also, Santana got the feeling that Brittany wasn't aware that her notebook was already getting used - considering that it was the little boy from before, Santana presumed, that put the notebook up there.

The brunette once again turnes the page over and repeated the process. She got about two more clues until she finally completed the question, her lips curving into a smirk as she got what Brittany was trying to say.

Do you just want to get into my pants?

Santana turned to the next page, chuckling softly to herself as she read Brittany's next message. It had a small question at the end too. The Latina looked over to the clock suddenly and found that it wa already 6pm. She hadn't even noticed that she'd already spent an extra hour in the store. Anyway, Brittany's note went like this:

You got the question! Yay! Well, I don't really mind if you do just want to get into my pants, but I'm actually looking for something more here. So if you just want in my pants, put the book back but if you're really interested in me, turn the page over.

P.S. I don't care if you're a guy or a girl. I'm a bicorn.

Santana turned the page over because she really was somehow starting to get interested in this girl despite the fact that she hasn't her at all yet in person. And maybe the fact that Brittany had just revealed herself to be bisexual made Santana felt relief. She really was in on this game already and it's just started.

The next page just had a set of instructions. Not like the book clue instructions. More like, step by step instructions. Her eyes read across the steps, nipping onto her bottom lip.

1. Go to the furthest bookshelf at the back of the store, on the right of the framed photo of the pretty old lady.

2. Find 'Catcher and the Rye' by J.D. Salinger and pull it out. Pull out the two books on either side of it too.

3. Reach into the gap until you feel a piece of paper.

4. Pull it out and read it.

Santana immediately made her way towards the shelf where 'Catcher and the Rye' was and pulled it out along withe the two books on either side of it. She reached into the gap, her heartbeat quickening and she pulled out the piece of paper and read it.

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