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Brittany always imagined her perfect date as Breadstix with Santana, and then parking on the cliffs outside of town, looking out over the city and the lights, and just cuddling up against each other. Yes, the sex was amazing, but sometimes she just loved being around Santana just as much. Sometimes she just needed to be hugged more than anything.
Naturally, when Santana agreed to go out with her for a real date, Brittany was more than just thrilled.
She was fucking hoping on the tips of her toes, flailing her arms in the middle of her room excited.
She knew that this was going to have to be special.
And so it was that Brittany Pierce found herself nervously – Really? Nervous? Her? Wow! – waiting in the living room in an off-white, spaghetti strap dress, fiddling with the friendship bracelet on her wrist, waiting for the door to ring.
When it finally did, she was greeted with a sight she had never expected would leave her this breathless…
Santana stood leaning against the doorframe in a strapless black dress, one leg crossed over the other, her arms crossed, and a single white rose in her hand. She smiled and held it out o Brittany, who took it and sniffed delicately, speechless.
"Ready to go?"
"Of course…" She called out to her mother that she was leaving, grabbed her keys, and closed the door, walking behind Santana to the red convertible her father had bought her for her sixteenth birthday. They drove off to Breadstix in silence at first, Brittany not taking her eyes off the image of perfection next to her the whole drive. Santana seemed to feel her gaze on her, because she was actually blushing and fidgeting a little. Brittany knew how much Santana hated it when people stared at her, but…she couldn't help herself this time.
They pulled into the parking lot and Santana was about to get out of the car when Brittany grabbed her wrist and tugged slightly.
"Wait…"
"What's wrong?"
"I just want to talk to you about something, for a minute…"
Santana eased back into the leather seat and nodded. "OK, sure. What about?"
"Well…I know how hard this is for you, the whole coming out thing and being in public with me as your girlfriend for the first time and…" she paused, uncertain how she was going to continue. Santana was eyeing her weirdly, giving her a sort of 'spit it out' look. Brittany shrugged and leaned forward, touching her nose with Santana's and smiling. "I'm just really proud of you."
It was Santana's turn to blush now as she looked down and wiped her palms over her dress. "Thank you…" she stuttered, refusing to look Brittany in the eye. She was probably just shy of the blush that was slowly creeping behind her ears and down her neck.
"Come on, let's go eat."
Santana watched as Brittany walked out of the car and nodded to herself, encouraging the part of her that still thought this was a bad idea.
She suddenly found every word that ever came out of Kurt and Blaine's mouth to make sense. She should be proud of who she was.
Courage.
Squaring her shoulders, she walked out of the car, grabbed Brittany's hands in her own and pulled her to her, kissing her lightly on the lips. The blonde seemed surprised at this sudden burst of bravery, but smiled nonetheless when she realized what an impact her words had had on the brunette.
"What was that for?"
"Just…" Santana shrugged and hugged the taller girl, wrapping her arms around her tightly and tucking her head under her chin. "I love you."
Brittany returned the hug and squeezed gently.
"I love you too…"