Their first date is awkward if nothing else. She's forced to contribute to the conversation in order to keep it going but sometimes she forgets what they were originally talking about. One of the benefits of being best friends with Santana is that she has someone to nudge her when her brain starts to wonder or keep the conversation going when Brittany gets lost. But Santana's not there, it's just her and Mike, and so when an awkward silence falls between them the only thing they can do is share a nervous smile and look anywhere but at each other.
At some point in the night Mike reaches over and takes her hand, it startles her at first and so she jumps, knocking over her soda. It spills across the table and slides over the edge and into Mike's lap. Brittany's horrified. She rushes to his aid, grabbing napkins and dabbing feverishly at the growing wet spot on the front of his Khakis. Somewhere in the back of her mind she hears him calling her name but it's not until he shouts it and grabs her wrists to stop her that she realizes things have shifted inside his pants. A deep crimson blush burns her cheeks and she slowly backs away.
She's surprised that he doesn't run away screaming but at the end of the night he offers to walk her home and its there on her front porch that he leans in and kisses her. His lips are soft and gentle, reminiscent of Santana's, and if she closes her eyes she can almost pretend it's just more practicing and not actually the real thing. When she pulls away she sighs and he smiles. Then they say goodnight and he heads home as she heads inside to call Santana. They spend the next two hours dissecting the date, especially the kiss, until they can't keep their eyes open any longer and both girls drift to sleep with phones still attached to their ears.