Paperweight

Chapter 2: Part 3

The next few interviews don't go particularly well. Santana is on the verge of throwing the nearest blunt object at the dreadlocked guy sitting in front of them, when Quinn interrupts.

"Okay Joe, thank you, but I think that's enough," Santana tries not to laugh at Quinn's barely disguised annoyance. "We'll get back to you with our decision in the next few days. " They both force a smile at Joe as he walks out of the room.

"Thank God that was the last one." Quinn groans as she slumps back in her chair.

"There's one more actually." Santana says, glancing down at the bit of paper that is now covered with a doodle of a giant robot Santana shooting lasers at all the interviewees that have pissed her off today. "I hope this one is good since Tina and Sam have been the only definite ones."

"Do you think it's too much to hope for that this one specializes in photography? You got Tina and animation has Sam. I want someone." Quinn grumbles from next to her.

Santana laughs as the final person knocks on the door. Quinn groans for them come in, and Santana makes a snarky comment about being professional, Quinnie, and then looks up at the unfortunate person who will probably be subjected to Angry Quinn. And her heart stops. She's pretty sure there's an audible thud from where her jaw hits the desk. Seemingly not noticing Santana's idiocy, Quinn grabs at the list of names. "Hello, you must be Brittany Pierce? I'm Quinn."

Blond Perfect Blue Eyed Angel From Starbucks drags her slightly shocked gaze off Santana and onto Quinn. "Hi! Yeah, I'm Brittany, it's nice to meet you Miss Fabray."

"Nice to meet you too Brittany. Call me Quinn though. Have a seat. This is Santana." She snaps out of her daze when Quinn kicks her under the table.

"Hi!" She says, probably a bit too loudly. "Again. Um, nice to see you. Again." She nearly hits her head off the desk. She's met thousands of girls, hit on hundreds of them and not a single one has made her act like such an idiot before.

The Blond Angel- Brittany, Santana realizes she now has the blond's name, sits down and looks at her. "Hi." She smiles shyly at her. Santana can feel warmth start to pool low in her stomach, which confuses her. She's never gone for the "shy" type of girl before. She prefers her ladies to be upfront about what they want. "Thank you for the coffee by the way, I didn't get a chance to say before my friend Artie called me and interrupted us."

Santana knew Quinn was looking strangely at her after she had spectacularly tripped over her words saying it was nice to see Brittany again, but at that comment she could almost see Quinn's eyebrow rise in the patent Fabray Way. "Do you two know each other already?" Santana realizes Quinn probably thinks she's slept with this girl at some point, which could not be further from the truth. Unfortunately.

She finally remembers how to speak like a normal human being. "We bumped into each other at Starbucks. Well, I walked into her cause I wasn't looking where I was going. We don't know each other." Santana looks at Quinn and she can see Quinn's other eyebrow slowly rising to join the first one.

And then Brittany opens her mouth. "Santana offered to buy my coffee for me as an apology." Santana didn't even need to be looking at Quinn to know both eyebrows just about shot off her head.

"Did she now? That was extremely nice of you Santana." Santana almost groans; she knows Quinn is going to interrogate her as soon as Brittany leaves.

"Anyway, I think we should get onto the interview." Santana says as brightly as she can. Quinn looks at her in a way that screams they aren't done yet, and turns to Brittany.

"Okay, well Santana is going to have a look through your portfolio and I'll ask you questions. What area of design do you specialize in?"

"Photography. I mean I don't like picking favorites, cause that's like, mean to all the other areas, but I love photography."

Santana holds back a giggle at Brittany's comment, and she can almost see Quinn trying not to shoot off her chair in excitement as she opens Brittany's portfolio.

Ten minutes later, Quinn is shaking Brittany's hand with a massive grin plastered over her face, telling her they'll be in touch within the next few days. Santana hands Brittany her portfolio, and shakes her hand as well, trying to ignore how soft Brittany's fingers are, and decidedly not thinking about Brittany's fingers on any other part of her body.

"It was nice to meet you properly Brittany, we'll be in touch."

As Brittany shuts the door behind her, Santana closes her eyes in anticipation of the Fabray Inquisition she's sure is about to stampede towards her.

"So you bought her coffee."

"Shut up Fabray."

"You apologized for something that was actually your fault, and then you bought her coffee."

"I know I did Fabray, I was there, surprisingly enough."

Santana expects Quinn to reply, but when she opens her eyes to level a Lopez Glare at her best friend, she just finds Quinn smirking at her.

"What?"

"You bought her coffee."

"Shut up, Fabray."