Rated M just to be on the safe side, not sure how far I'll be taking the story in terms of explicit content. First attempt at fan-fic so go easy on me. =]

It wasn't too busy for a Monday morning at the local coffee shop. Between the normal caffeine addicts and the students still hurting from weekend hangovers the place was normally packed. Brittany wasn't complaining though it gave her time to catch her breath once in a while.

Ever since she transferred schools and started working at the shop she had been a bit overwhelmed. On certain days when there was practically a line out the door so she never got to take a break.

Brittany had transferred just about two months ago from her other school after deciding it wasn't working out and she needed a change. Once she had found an apartment and simultaneously offered the job at the shop. Conveniently enough the landlord had showed her the reasonably priced apartment that was just above the shop and they had also needed help at the time. She figured it would be ridiculous not to except such a nice apartment and a job. She started blending in easily even though she was never really all that social she hadn't made any friends yet. However she did have a few of the regular costumers that were student she got along with nicely.

After her quick sweep of clearing off some recently vacated tables she headed back up to the counter when she saw three of her Monday regulars come in. Blaine, Kurt and Santana were all students as well, although she didn't share any classes with them, she did see them at the shop quite a bit. Kurt and Blaine were always very sweet to her and had befriended her right off the bat when they had noticed the new girl when she started the job. Santana however didn't seem to acknowledge her too much but Brittany was definitely not complaining.

Not long after she started there she had noticed the girl. How could she not? Long dark hair, beautiful smile, intoxicating voice, she was absolutely stunning and Brittany was immediately entranced by her. It didn't take long for her to learn however, mostly from conversations she had over heard, that Santana is not the girl you want to fall for. She had heard quite a few conversations between several different girls about their one nighters with her. After hearing the stories Brittany began to notice how often Santana came in to the coffee shop and if she wasn't with Kurt and Blaine, she was always with a girl. Always a different girl and never the same one twice. She knew the type all too well and had seen many friends get hurt by people like her throughout high school and her previous college. She was disgusted by people like that, who only cared about getting their next lay, their next conquest. Brittany was not about to get mixed up into that type of situation.

"Hey Brittany." Blaine said as the three of them got to the counter.

"Hey the usual?" Brittany asked looking between Blaine and Kurt, they nodded in response.

"I'll have my usual as well." Santana spoke up looking a little annoyed that she was failed to be acknowledged when Brittany had asked the question.

"Sorry what would that be?" Brittany responded a little annoyed at the latina's action.

"Are you serious? I'm here more often than these two, you don't recognize me?"

"No. I help a lot customers, can't seem to place you. What'll you have?"

"Uh a medium macchiato, thanks." Santana said still surprised at the blonde's tone towards her. Did she know her? She knows she hadn't slept with her, because there was no way she'd ever forget a face like that. She may be a bit rude but she was absolutely gorgeous there was no doubt in Santana's mind about that. Tall, toned body, long blonde hair and mesmerizing blue eyes. 'How have I not noticed her before now?' She thought to herself.

"Earth to Satan." Kurt said waving his hand in front of her face breaking her out of her trance.

"What?" was all she could respond since her mind was still on other thoughts.

"I said, I can't believe you slept with Brittany." He said in a annoyed tone. "She's a sweet girl and I've seen you go through your fare share of women but she's so innocent. Not to mention she works here and we're here everyday. I swear if she takes this grudge she has on you out on my coffee order-"

"Would you shut up. I haven't slept with her okay? I've never said more than my order to the girl, she's the one that's being a bitch to me like a killed her dog or something." Santana spat back.

"So you haven't talked to her before at all?" Blaine asked looking over to Brittany who was still making their drinks. He was now quite curious of the blonde's actions. Kurt wasn't wrong she really was a very sweet girl and he couldn't imagine her treating a customer like that without good reason.

"No, I swear. Trust me I'm just as curious as you to find out why she was like that towards me."

"And you didn't sleep with her, you're sure?" Kurt asked again.

"I would've remembered someone like her." She states softly as Brittany returns with their order.

"Here guys," she says with a smile as she hands Kurt and Blaine their drinks. "medium macchiato." she says to Santana handing her the drink but not sporting the smile she was a moment ago.

"Thanks gorgeous." She says with a genuine smile but playful tone. 'Maybe that will get her out of this weird mood.' Santana thought but she was obviously wrong when she received her response.

"Have a nice day." Brittany replies while rolling her eye's at the the brunette's statement. She give the guys a quick wave as she goes to help the next customer.

"Seriously Santana are you sure you didn't run over her dog or something?" Kurt asks they make their way away from the counter.

"You're hysterical. I have no idea what her deal is but I'm definitely going to find out." She says taking a seat at an empty table.

She looks back as Brittany is assisting another customer with a adorable smile on her face. She stands there a minute and watched the blonde. She seems fine around everyone else, laughing and carrying on short conversations with certain people. She watches as she makes orders and show notices that's when her smile tends to fade. Santana watches her, ignoring whatever conversation that Kurt and Blaine have moved onto. The blonde eyed beauty seems somewhat lost or empty when she's away from the crowd of people. Of course this only intrigues the latina more. 'So she's rude to me, but nice to everyone else and then all quiet and sad when she's alone. Damn this girl has all kinds of sides to her.' She thought to herself still not able to pull her gaze away from the girl.

"Santana." Kurt says loudly bringing the girl's attention back to the table.

"What?"

"Don't hurt her, okay?" He says motioning back to the girl that he notices has caught the brunette's attention.

"And since when do you have any say as to who I talk to Hummel?" She spits out rather annoyed at his input to her personal life.

"No one does Santana, we just like Brittany and we've seen the reactions from some of the girls you've slept with. We would rather not see her be one of them, she already looks lost enough already." Blaine states looking over to the blonde, also noticing her change of express as she is filling orders.

"Yeah I noticed. Maybe I just want to get to know her a bit, and not in that way." She says to Blaine nodding that she's noticed the girls change of expression. "Is that alright with you?" She directs to Kurt but he only nods.

"Just tread lightly I don't know what her issue is with you but whatever it is, just be careful."

"Of course, I'm not a completely heartless bitch, well not all the time." She says with a wink as she stands up from the table. "Well I should get to class I'll see you guys later on." and the guys says their goodbyes.

Santana makes her way to the exit taking one last look at the blonde. Brittany catches her staring this time and makes a somewhat disgusted looked before returning to helping her customer. 'I really need to figure out what's going on with her.' she thinks to herself as she leaves the shop wondering what she could've done to pissed off this girl she's never even spoken to outside of the coffee shop.

* Later that day *

"How can I help you?" Brittany asked looking between Santana and the girl that was with her with an obvious forced smile.

"Hey Blondie, still not my number one fan I can see." Santana commented immediately noticing the girls tone. "What do you want?" she asks the girl next to her.

"Can I get a small non-fat latte?" She asks Brittany with annoyed tone after noticing the looks between her and Santana.

Brittany only nodded and looked back to Santana. "And for you miss?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

Santana just shook her head at the girls question. "Forgot already huh? I was just hear a few hours ago." Santana stated but Brittany just gave her a confused expression. "Medium macchiato, please." Santana said while handing her money for the order.

"Coming right up." Brittany said giving back the change and making her way to fill the order.

"What was that about?" the girl asked Santana once Brittany wasn't in hearing distance. "She's not gonna spit in my drink or something is she?"

"No babe don't worry about it. It's got nothing to do with you." Santana said "Why don't you go find us a table and I'll bring over our drinks." She said while gently rubbing her hand down the girls arm, making her shiver at the touch. Santana gave her a quick wink before the girl went to go find the table.

She hadn't noticed that Brittany had seen the entire encounter as she made her way back to Santana with one of the drinks. "Here's your girl's latte." She stated coldly as she put down the cup and went down the counter to fill the remaining order.

Santana noticing her tone followed her on the other side of the counter to where Brittany had gone. "She's not my girl." she said matter-of-factly, "Would it bother you if she was?" She asked curiously as to why she kept getting the cold shoulder remarks from the girl.

"She doesn't bother me. Not like you'll be seen with her ever again anyway. You'll have a replacement for her by tomorrow anyway, won't you?" Brittany retorted and smirked at the brunette.

As soon as the remark left her mouth the realization hit the latina like a slap in the face. "So that's it, huh? You think you've got me all figure out don't you?"

"I know your type well enough so I'd say yes."

"My type? And what type would that be Blondie?" she asked intrigued, wanting to hear what the girl had to say.

"Oh please you know exactly what type you are. You're the 'get some and get gone' girl. You're a sweet talker until you get exactly what you want. I've never seen you in here with the same girl twice and trust me I've noticed how many you bring in." She said in a loud harsh whisper so she wouldn't draw attention to their conversation. "You now maybe that's why I can't ever remember your order. With all the girls you come in here with, just so many different drinks on a daily basis." Brittany finished setting Santana's order down on the counter annoyed look on her face.

"Hey look at you, you think you know me so well." Santana said picking up her cup and staring the blonde right in the eye.

"Evidently." was all Brittany said. She was about to turn to go back to the register when Santana spoke again and brought her attention back to the brunette.

She did seem as though she was just offered a challenge, with a small glint in her chocolate orbs as she spoke. "Well, we'll see about that Blondie." she said with a knowing smirk before walking off to the table with her drinks.

Brittany watched as Santana walked over and gave the girl her drink before sitting down and getting into whatever conversation the girl had started. Santana looked over and caught her eye but Brittany couldn't make out the expression she saw. Deciding to brush off her unpleasant encounter Brittany got back to work. 'She just thinks she just some hot shot. I really can't stand people like her.' Brittany thought to herself as she went along with making the next customer's drink.

Santana on the other hand was trying to pay attention to at least some of the conversation the girl was trying to make with her. It's not too impressive when they notice you really don't give a fuck about what they're saying after all, she'd learned that a few times. She couldn't get Brittany's response to her out of her head though. Normally some girl being a bitch to her she would just brush it off but there was something about her that was different than the others. It was like it hurt her to see someone do that type of thing. 'It's fucking college I'm suppose to hook up, that's half the point isn't it? Who does she think she is making a comment about my personal life when she doesn't even know me.' Santana thought to herself while absentmindedly nodding to whatever the girl across from her had just said. She looked past the girl and watched Brittany, noticing her lost eyes once again on her face while filling orders. 'I have to figure her out.' she thought. She tried to shake it off and began talking to the girl she had brought with her, trying to forget about the blonde girl that was filling her thoughts.