A:N/ Well hello kind readers! It's been forever since I uploaded something, and for that I'm truly sorry. I don't have a good excuse except you know, life. So anyway, I'm back and in my dramatic absence I didn't just do nothing, I wrote this little Dantana fic. I know it is not for everyone (being a hardcore Brittana fan myself, I understand if you don't wanna read it), I had trouble with it at first and when I learned that Demi was going to play that part, I actually wanted it to be more serious. Brittana just wasn't working at that time and I wanted something to happen in Santana's life. But Demi did a good job with it, considering the mediocre writing of the character and I got inspiration in the midst of the unused potential. The thing with Glee is that we as fanfiction writers, tend to find inspiration with the "what if's" because they have the characters and the ideas, but they just throw it away with crappy story lines. So, this is how I think Dantana should have been played out. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't intend in any way to make less the epicness that is Brittana, and consider that this fic is cannon to the season 5 storyline up until before the 100th episode, what happens after that episode doesn't in here. Enjoy, and long live Brittana!

I don't own Glee or these characters, the story is just a product of my imagination.

Part 1

My heart couldn't stop racing. Why was I feeling like this? It was nothing like me to feel this way. I was cool, I had swag. And to be sweating like a pig for a girl? Nah, nah. This was crazy.

I refocused my attention on filling with salt the salt shakers and avoided looking up to those eyes that couldn't leave my mind. Rachel came and started yapping about her Funny Girl audition and how she was going to stay working in that diner for the rest of her life, blah, blah, blah. How dramatic. To spare her of some misery, I told her about my awesome gig with the yeast medication ad and I showed it to her. She only looked worse though. Anyways.

God, was she pretty. She was the prettiest girl I had seen in New York, and that was saying something. She wasn't my type really, but did I even have a type? I had only ever dated one girl before her, and we all knew how that had turned out. I sighed as I remembered my failed past relationships and wondered if I could make it right with someone someday.

There was something about her, maybe the amount of eyeliner she wore which was a total giveaway that she was a lesbian, or the edge in her look despite her kind eyes. I definitely liked her rockstar look and the way she was rocking that blonde ponytail. I didn't even know her to know what it was, but I definitely felt drawn to her.

After my lunch break, she came and started talking to me and I thought I was going to lose my cool. Seriously, I was panicking so hard. My only words to her were "I dig your name". Like, what is that? And then of course I needed to add more, because what moron says, "I dig your name" and then just stops. So I said, "Do you think your parents knew you would grow up to be a lesbian, putting you a boy's name?" Which was even stupider, and then to top it off, she said that she wasn't a lesbian and I almost crapped my pants from the embarrassment. Thank god she was kidding, so I relaxed my tachycardic heart and smiled as she talked to me. Her voice was so pretty that I almost didn't realize what she was saying until I heard that her parents hadn't been cool with her liking girls. Well, I could definitely relate to that. So I told her about my grandma since she was being so open with me. I started talking and before I could stop myself I told her I had had a girlfriend and that she was bi. Just when I thought that I sounded as the pathetic ex-girlfriend and that I didn't stand a chance, she told me that I needed a one-hundred percent sapphic goddess.

What?

Exactly. So I had to go away and avoid her because what the hell do you reply to someone as forward as that. No one had ever been so forward with me, I had always been the one who had to go begging. Well at least with Brittany that's how it had been, because all the boys from my dark times didn't count. Rachel realized how much she was flirting with me and made fun of my nervous state. Again, I don't know what was happening to me either. After some quick advice I knew that I liked her and that I needed to get my act together if I wanted a shot with her. I avoided her for a while and after Yenta the lesbian matchmaker left us alone, she asked me to watch the sunrise with her. So I stayed and before we knew it, she had her guitar out and we were singing, as cheesy as it sounds, 'Here comes the sun'. Lame, I know.

But as lame as it was, I do not regret it one bit because her voice was beautiful and singing with her, felt way too right. There was something about how our voices blended together that it made me feel in place, and I had to accept that it had been a long while since I last felt like that. I dropped her off at her place and there was a strange lingering feeling. I didn't want her to go because I liked her a lot already and I wanted to know everything about her. But we had just met, so I asked her, "So I guess this is goodbye?", and thank god almighty, she told me that just for now.

I smiled and she kissed me. Just like that. It was soft and quick but it was much more than I imagined would happen, and that soon. I liked the pace, it felt nice to feel this way after so long. I watched her close the door and I stayed there with my arms by my sides, smiling like an idiot. I'm not gonna accept that I skipped part of the way home (but I totally did) and when I got home it was all quiet because Kurt was already at Vogue and Rachel was asleep. Even though all I should have wanted to do was sleep, since it was eight in the morning and I had just gotten home, I laid in my bed with my work uniform still on me and traced my lips with my finger tips. I heard her sweet voice in my head and the sound of her name couldn't leave my mind.

Dani.

I drifted off to sleep with those brown eyes and the feeling of her soft lips on mine.

I saw her the next day at work and she asked me out officially. Friday afternoon, we met in Central Park and she bought me ice cream. It was just so much fun and easy. I remember it like it was yesterday.

"C'mon let my pay!" I insisted as she handed me my strawberry ice cream cone.

"No, I asked you out. I'm paying." She said to me.

"How are you gonna pay for rent if you pay," I smiled.

She looked at me curiously, "Santana, I think I can afford to buy ice cream to the girl I like and still pay rent."

The girl she likes.

Those stupid butterflies in my stomach went crazy.

"It's just a dollar, jeez" she laughed when I didn't say anything.

"Fine, I'll buy the next time" I resigned.

She stopped walking, "So, there's gonna be a next time, huh?"

I blushed, "Well yeah."

"Ok, just checking. Glad to see we're on the same page, then" she smirked. I don't know seriously what it was about her that made me blush and feel like an embarrassed school girl. And not in the dirty way.

We kept walking and eventually we finished our ice cream, throwing the napkins on a nearby trashcan. We talked about everything and everyone; there wasn't an uncomfortable silence ever and that was great. I told her stories about my high school glee club and she couldn't believe it.

"No way."

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that I was in Glee Club?" I laughed.

"Because look at you, you were totally the popular cheerleader who everyone followed around" she said.

"I'm not gonna lie, I was that too," I told her.

"Ha! Knew it!"

"Am I that easy to read?"

"A little" she smiled and I blushed, again.

"Those were my darker times, though. As much fun as I had being a cheerleader, I wasn't a nice person" I said looking down.

She sensed the change of tone and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, for starters I was still in the closet and I refused to accept what I had known since I was fifteen. I didn't know how to handle my own insecurities so I projected them onto others and made some people's lives miserable. Although I got my quick wit and sarcasm from that, I'm not proud of what I did."

"Everyone has a hard time accepting who they are. I know I did. My goth phase says it all" she said.

"No! You had a goth phase?" I laughed.

"Yep, not my brightest times either." She laughed with me as we stopped walking for a second. "I guess what I'm saying is that, you shouldn't beat yourself up for what you did in the past. The important thing is who you became afterwards, and this may be the ice cream talking, but I think you became an awesome person" she said as she placed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I shivered at her touch and looked attentively at her eyes. Wow. They were so deep that I could get lost in them.

I smiled not really knowing what else to do. She left me with such a loss of words every time. "I know, I am an awesome person" I said with a sudden hit of inspiration.

She laughed loudly and that broke the intense stare. "Very modest too."

"Mhm" I nodded with a smile. "Actually, Glee Club made me get over my stupid crap" I said remembering the previous conversation.

"How?" She asked as we continued walking.

"By singing about it, sometimes it was just easier to sing something than to say it." A brief silence passed and then she laughed again. "What?"

"I'm sorry I just can't picture you dancing around a bunch of kids singing songs from like the seventies."

"It wasn't like that. We rocked those disco numbers" I laughed with her. "But we also sung cool stuff. My killer rendition of 'Valerie' made us win Sectionals in Junior Year."

"Wow, sectionals, huh?" She said and lifted her eyebrow sarcastically.

"Hey, we won Nationals too. We beat every other loser Glee Club team from the country." I pushed her playfully.

"Now that's impressive. Did you sing show tunes?" She said going back to teasing me.

"Just for the musical, we did West Side Story. Broadway tunes were Kurt and Rachel's speciality." I said walking ahead.

"Kurt and Rachel?"

"Yeah, where did you think I met them?"

"Oh, so you really go back" she said to me.

"Yeah, they moved to New York first and when I needed someplace to live I just crashed there. We actually became close out here, but yeah. They're nice people. They're my family" I said sincerely. If I was as easy to read as she said I was, then she must have gotten that I was saying that honestly.

"You see. You're not a bad person, you care. And I like that about you" she said sweetly and I smiled. She lowered her gaze to my hand and took it as we kept walking. I intertwined my fingers with hers feeling like I had just completed an unfinished puzzle that was left a long time ago. It was an awesome afternoon.

When we parted ways in the subway I wanted so bad to kiss her but everything about our date had been PG-13 so I said goodbye and turned around. When I had stepped on the first step she said, "Santana wait, you forgot something."

I turned to face her thinking what I could have forgotten and told her just that, "What did I forget?"

She looked at me, "This."

She grabbed my waist and pulled me close as her lips crashed into mine. It was a wonderful surprise, kind of like when you're going really fast down the water slide and you crash into the cold water. She broke away as I remained flustered. "I had a great time" she said softly.

"M-me too" I cleared my throat still surprised.

"I'll see you tomorrow" she whispered in my ear and a shiver went down my spine. She looked at me one more time and walked the other direction.

"Bye!" I waved like an idiot as busy New Yorkers passed around me. I must have looked like a fool, but I didn't care because that girl was making my world spin again. And I loved that.

"There she is!" Kurt said the moment I walked through the door. I rolled my eyes at him but I couldn't hide my smile. "Rachel! She's home, and she's looking all smitten!" Kurt yelled.

"Shut up Lady Hummel" I said and sat down on the couch.

I knew what was coming when I heard a squeal coming from Rachel's bedroom. She walked out two seconds after and her and Kurt did a little ridiculous (super gay) dance.

"You seriously look like the biggest dorks on Bushwick right now" I said with my poker face as I lifted my feet up to the coffee table.

"We are. So, tell us" Rachel said.

"There's nothing to tell" I replied.

"Oh, but there is. Look at her face, Rachel." Kurt pointed out. I tried with all my might to not let them win but I couldn't help it and smiled. "I knew it!" Kurt jumped.

"Tell us!" Rachel insisted as they both sat on the couch next to me to put more pressure.

"Fine! I'll tell you. But stop being this" I moved my hand in their faces, "You seriously look like two crazy chihuahuas." They stayed quiet so I took a deep breath. "It was awesome."

They both shrieked like little girls. "Oh my god! Tone it down, will you? Only ultrasonic waves can understand you" I said.

They laughed, "Details!" They both said at the same time.

I rolled my eyes, "We went out for ice cream and we walked on the park. And we just, talked. It was a lot of fun." I smiled as I told my tale and looked at their impatient faces.

"What did you talk about?" Rachel asked.

"About normal stuff. She couldn't believe that I had been in Glee Club or that I had met you guys there. She told me how she got here and some couple of crazy auditions she had. We just got to know each other."

"Did she held your hand?" Kurt asked with an eyebrow raised.

I really didn't want to answer this question because I knew what their exact reaction was going to be. But I looked down and they sniffed it out of me.

"Awwwww!" They both shrieked very, very loudly.

Exactly, that reaction.

"Shut up!" I laughed.

"Look Kurt, she's blushing!" Rachel pointed out.

"Stop it guys!" I said still laughing.

"You're so in love, look at you!" Kurt said.

"No, slow down. I'm just enjoying the ride. I don't wanna go too fast. We all know what can happen when you feel things and you're not corresponded." I pointed out sincerely. "Besides, this is the first time in my life where I'm in a relationship where it transcends at the normal pace. I liked today, it was slow, yet not frozen and it was just-" I paused looking for the right word. "Refreshing."

"Refreshing how?" Rachel asked.

"It just feels nice to finally feel like you're doing something right and that you're not losing yourself completely for someone. It's just refreshing to feel like if you give something of yourself, you will not lose more than you win. I don't know, I've just never felt this way before, and it feels - it feels right" I said playing with my jacket.

"That's great Santana" Kurt patted my knee. "It's great that you feel like that."

"Yeah, we prefer the happier Santana. You deserve it" Rachel told me. I nodded not knowing what to do.

"She seems like a nice girl" Kurt said.

"Oh, she is. And she's super cute. Has this one's heart racing at the speed of light" Rachel replied as she pointed her finger at me.

"She does not!" I said sounded offended, but kidding. The phone rung so Kurt got up to get it.

"Yes she does, you were a mess the other day at the diner. You were totally freaking out" Rachel said.

"Hello?" Kurt said in the background as Rachel and I kept talking. "Oh, hi Dad. How are you?"

"Shut up! You promised you wouldn't tell Kurt!" I shrieked.

Kurt turned his back to us so he could hear better the other line. "What? What do you mean?" I heard him say faintly over Rachel's voice.

"Oh, it's just Kurt. Embarrassing would be if I told Quinn" Rachel teased me.

"You wouldn't!" I said.

"Oh my god" Kurt said as Rachel told me that she just might.

Kurt suddenly turned to us again, his face pale white, like he had just seen a ghost. Rachel was looking at her phone so she didn't see him at first but I did.

"Rachel" he said in a very thin voice, his hand over the phone.

Rachel looked up with a smile but it was instantly erased when she saw Kurt's face. We both waited for him to speak again knowing that what he was about to say wasn't anything remotely happy as the conversation we had just shared. Little did I know what was about to happen.

"It's Finn."