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Chapter 3

Tina is an angel.

Like, Santana thinks the God she's still on the fence about has crafted Tina just for her.

Except in a less gay, and more design related way.

Moreso than liking Tina for her fantastic minimalist style that is fairly similar to her own, Santana actually likes Tina as a person as well. After graduating from the University of Washington, Tina and her boyfriend Mike went on a gap year backpacking across Asia, teaching English to young children. Anyone that can put up with screaming babies for that long while dealing with the horrible public transport system in Asia deserves a medal in Santana's book.

"So I was thinking, since we can't come up with a suitable logo that Mr. Simpson will agree on, why don't we just scrap that idea and come at it from a purely typographical angle?" Tina and Santana are discussing their current advertising project of some massive business mogul from Miami when Brittany comes bouncing through the door of Santana's office.

"Hi!" Brittany is basically a ball of sunshine. She's almost constantly happy, which on pretty much any other person would annoy the crap out of Santana, but on Brittany she finds it endearing. Add that on to the ever increasing list of Thoughts About Brittany You Will Never Be Speaking Out Loud, Santana thinks to herself.

"Hey Britt." Tina beams over at Brittany, while Santana just sips at her coffee and raises her eyebrows in greeting.

Since she so spectacularly made a fool of herself a few weeks ago when she first met Brittany, she hasn't really spoken much to the blond. She hasn't had a chance to. Quinn raves about her just about every night though, saying what a wonderful photographer she is, and how nice she is, and what a brilliant addition to the company she is. Santana wouldn't know, she has barely had time to wander downstairs to the photography department, considering her current project is huge, and Mr. Simpson is a difficult dick.

"Santana, Quinn wants to know what time you're going out for Blaine's birthday tonight?"

"Why couldn't she just ask me herself? You're not her assistant Brittany." Santana knew Quinn could be lazy but this was reaching Lopez levels of lazy.

"She's in the darkroom; she doesn't know how long the photos are going to take to print." Well that explains it.

"Uh, tell her Kurt said to meet at the bar about 9pm. Do you know how long she'll be?" It's almost 6pm now, and Santana doesn't know if she'll be able to stay sober long enough at the bar waiting for Quinn to get there if she had to go alone and meet up later.

"Probably about two hours. How long are you gonna be Tina?" Turning her attention to the Asian girl, Santana is mildly offended she was dismissed so flippantly.

While Brittany is distracted talking to Tina, she takes a moment to appreciate Brittany. She ignores the voice in her head that sounds suspiciously like Berry saying what she's doing is known as leering as her eyes sweep over Brittany's outfit.

She has skinny gray jeans on that are tight enough they look painted on, a plain white v-neck and a dark blue cardigan. It's actually the most normal Santana's seen Brittany dressed, she's pretty sure she saw the blond wearing bright pink boots and a fuzzy yellow hat the other day. In New York. In early September.

Even though she barely knows Brittany, Santana can admit that the woman is hot as fuck. She's broken from her, hopefully subtle, perving by Tina nudging her arm.

"Santana? Are you even listening?"

Glancing at Brittany, the smirk on the blond's face confirms that her perving was definitely not subtle and turns to Tina. "What?"