Going to the Movies
Chapter 1
When Santana woke up that morning, she had no idea that she was only a few hours away from meeting the girl of her dreams. Her day started out as most days did. She had breakfast with her parents before she left for school, she attended her classes, and then afterwards she went to Cheerios practice, where before going through the Nationals routine, they were ordered to run a series of wind sprints while Coach Sylvester ranted into her megaphone about something that made absolutely no sense to anyone.
It was a typical day, so when Quinn came up to Santana in the locker room after she finished getting dressed from her shower, and asked her if she was ready to go, she nodded as she threw the last of her stuff into her duffel bag.
The two girls walked together to their cars, and after Quinn unceremoniously dropped her bag into her trunk, she looked over to Santana doing the same, "Hey, I need to stop at the gas station first, so I'll just meet you there, okay?"
"Yeah sure." Santana said before she jumped into the driver seat and set out towards her destination.
When Santana arrived at The Lima Bean, she ran into one of her mother's friends leaving the cafe. Normally when this happened, she would make up an excuse to leave quickly or she would hide if she wasn't noticed right away, because her mother's friends tended to report to her parents her whereabouts and the company she kept. Santana hated that, so she avoided them at all costs, but this time, she felt as if she should make polite conversation, at least for a few minutes. By the time Quinn arrived, she was still standing outside the cafe talking with the woman.
Quinn walked up to Santana, and when the woman noticed that Santana had company, she smiled at them and then bid them farewell, telling Santana to tell her mother "hi" for her.
"Who was that?" Quinn asked as they went inside. She knew Santana's policy when it came to her parents' friends, so she was surprised to see her having a lengthy conversation with the woman.
"Just my mom's friend Connie. I told you about her, she's the one my mom stayed with a few months ago when her husband died."
"Oh, yeah." Quinn said with a nod, remembering their previous conversation on the matter. While Santana could be harsh at times, she wasn't heartless, so Quinn understood why she didn't stick to her own policy that time.
When they walked up to the counter, the shy barista smiled to acknowledge their presence. She was a sophomore at McKinley, and she knew who Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez were, but more importantly, she was used to taking their orders every Friday afternoon.
"Hi, same as usual," she squeaked, "cappuccino for Quinn, and a cinnamon latte for Santana?" She asked, just to confirm she had their usual orders correct.
"Yes, thanks Fiona." Quinn said with a smile and pulled her wallet out of her purse. It was her week to pay.
Santana offered Fiona a small smile as she timidly looked up at her, but she didn't speak to her.
Normally, Santana and Quinn wouldn't bother to take the time to learn the name of an underclassman who wasn't a Cheerio they intended to boss around, but since Fiona took their order every week, they had gotten used to her. If they were honest, which they wouldn't be if anyone asked, they actually kind of liked Fiona, because she was always so nice to them, and sometimes she would give them free biscotti, so in turn, they spared her their HBIC attitudes.
They had to wait a few minutes for their drinks to be made, but once they had them in hand, they sat down at an open table. Had it still been football season, they would've taken their much needed caffeine fix to go so they could get back in time for the game, but since the season was over, they decided to sit in the cafe while they had their coffee.
As they sat there, making conversation about their weekend plans and sipping their coffee, several people had come and gone from the cafe, and not one of them drew their attention until Santana heard the cutest little giggle she had ever had the pleasure to hear.
When she turned to find the source of the giggle, she saw the most beautiful girl she had ever set eyes upon placing an order with Fiona. She was a tall, physically fit blonde, with skin that looked so soft and creamy it made Santana want to touch it, just to see if it felt as good as it looked.
Santana continued to observe the pretty girl, and on top of hearing her order, hot chocolate with no whipped cream, she noticed that the girl was wearing a red polo shirt with an emblem to The Lima Movie Theater tucked into her formfitting khakis.
Santana was about to find an excuse to go up to the counter so she could 'accidentally' bump into the girl and try to start a conversation with her, but just as she was scrambling for a reason to leave the table, she overheard Fiona say to the girl, "Have a good time at work."
Santana watched the girl leave before she turned to Quinn and interrupted her by blurting, "Cancel your date with Sam tonight." It wasn't a request.
Quinn stopped talking and stared at Santana with critical eyes, trying to figure out why she would say that. "Um, why?"
"Because I want to go to the movies and I don't want to look like a loser by going by myself, so just call Sam and tell him you'll see him tomorrow."
Quinn raised her eyebrow in suspicion, "Why-" she started to say, but Santana cut her off before she could ask anything else.
"Quinn, just do it, please!" Santana snapped in an almost desperate tone.
This surprised Quinn because Santana Lopez didn't beg for anything, and she sure as hell didn't say 'please' very often, so after a few seconds of quiet deliberation, Quinn agreed to go to the movies, for no other reason than she was curious as to why Santana was so insistent.
"Okay, I'm going to go home and change, meet me at the theater in forty minutes." Santana said as she quickly stood up.
"You're changing?" Quinn asked looking up at Santana with her eyebrows knitted in curiosity. Coach Sylvester had ordered them to wear their uniforms at school, and as much as possible in public, so they usually didn't change when they hung out together after school. "Are we going on a date or something?" She joked. It wasn't a secret anymore that Santana was a lesbian, so Quinn couldn't help but to poke a little fun at Santana, especially since she was acting so bizarre.
Santana didn't find the joke funny, not because she was offended by it, but because she was in a hurry to get somewhere, to see a certain someone. She almost told Quinn to "fuck off," but she was afraid if she did, she might change her mind about going with her, so Santana swallowed her curse and shook her head, "No, I just don't want to wear my uniform to the movies, that's all."
"Okay?" Quinn said, unsure of that answer, because they had worn their uniforms to the movies several times before, but before she could say anything else, Santana nodded and rushed out of the cafe. She didn't want to waste any more time talking to Quinn when she needed to hurry home to change clothes.
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As Santana pulled into the movie theater parking lot, she started to feel nervous as the reality of the situation set in for her. She had no plan, other than to buy a ticket to see a movie in the hopes of running into a girl she knew nothing about. She also felt a little like a creepy stalker because of her current behavior, but she pushed those feelings aside because she didn't intend to do the girl any harm, she just wanted a chance to meet her.
"What movie are you so desperate to see?" Quinn deadpanned when Santana approached her standing near the back of the box office.
Santana felt her stomach drop because she didn't know. She hadn't taken the time to check. "It's a surprise." She snapped and got into line. She quickly looked up at the board with the movie times and the only movies that started in the near future were a cartoon movie and a superheroes action film. She wasn't particularly excited to see either of those, but she knew she had to pick one, so she decided on the action movie.
As they neared the front of the line, Santana's heart nearly stopped, because in the box office sat her beautiful mystery girl from earlier, and a pimply faced guy sitting behind her. Santana was surprised to see her there, because for some reason she hadn't imagined her to be the one who gave out the tickets. She had been hoping that the girl worked in the concession stand, or somewhere else out in the open, so she could potentially strike up a conversation with her.
"You're paying by the way." Quinn said when they were next in line.
"Whatever." Santana grumbled. She knew that was coming, but she didn't really have time to dwell on it, she was still trying to figure out what she was going to do when it was her turn.
"Next, please." A sweet voice called out over the speaker and Santana thought she might faint from her nervousness and excitement.
Santana and Quinn approached the window, and Santana felt her knees go weak when she saw the pretty girl's gorgeous blue eyes and her beautiful bright smile up close for the first time.
"Hi, can I help you?" She chirped.
"Umm, h-hi." Santana stuttered, but managed to smile back shyly. "Can I have two tickets for the seven-thirty 'Man of Steel'?"
Santana half expected the girl to give her a funny look, just like the one Quinn was giving her off to the side, but all she did was nod and type the request into her computer.
Santana took those brief seconds to look at the girl's nametag, but when she read it, she was disappointed because instead of a name, it just read 'Trainee'. She guessed she would just have to refer to her as 'Pretty Girl' in her head until she could find out her name.
"$19.50 please." Pretty Girl said and again she gave Santana a wide smile.
Santana returned the smile again, heat rushing to her cheeks, as she handed over a twenty-dollar bill.
Pretty Girl, took the money, and when she handed Santana her change and tickets through the small hole in the window, her fingers brushed against Santana's hand and it took everything that Santana had in her not to make a fool of herself by reacting to the bolt of electricity coursing through her from the contact.
"Thank you so much. Enjoy your movie." Pretty Girl said, still smiling, and waved to Santana.
Santana nearly died from the cuteness and she offered her a shy wave as she walked away, towards the lobby doors. Quinn reached for the handle, but before she opened the door, she paused and abruptly turned to Santana.
"You're totally into that girl! She's the reason we're here, isn't she?"
"Uhh, n-no." Santana stammered from the unexpected questions.
"You better tell me the truth right now or I'm going home." Quinn demanded with a smug smirk on her face. She knew she had Santana.
"Okay, fine." Santana sighed defeated. "I saw her in The Lima Bean earlier, and I just wanted to talk to her, but she left so quickly that I didn't get a chance. I saw her shirt and I thought maybe if I saw a movie I'd run into her."
"Lemme guess, you just picked any random movie didn't you?"
"Kinda." Santana said. She knew her plan wasn't the best, but it was all she had to work with.
"Do you know how much trouble I'm going to be in with Sam when he finds out that I blew him off to see 'Superman' with you?"
"Oh like he cares what movie we see."
Quinn laughed, "Are you kidding me? He loves all these superhero movies. He hasn't shut up about this movie. The only reason we haven't been to see it yet is because he wants to see it in IMAX."
"Okay, so don't tell him. Tell him we saw some rom-com, he won't ask any questions after that."
Quinn regarded Santana for a few seconds and then she opened the door. "You're buying me popcorn, my own drink, and a box of candy. If I'm going to have to sit through this movie twice, I might as well have some comfort food."
Santana was going to protest, but she knew she was stuck, so she huffed out her agreement and walked into the theater ahead of Quinn.
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"You know, that movie was actually pretty good, and the actor that played Superman was really hot. I don't think I'm going to mind seeing this again with Sam." Quinn said as they walked out of the movie.
"Yeah, it was a pretty decent movie." Santana had to admit. She was quite surprised that she had been able to concentrate on the movie at all with Pretty Girl on her mind.
They walked out of the theater, but instead of returning to their cars right away, Santana glanced over to the box office to see if Pretty Girl was still there, and to her relief she was, and so was the guy that was training her.
Quinn followed her line of sight, and when she saw Santana at a loss as to what to do next, she took her by the hand and dragged her into the short line.
"What're we doing?" Santana asked, almost half panicked on the inside. She had no doubt that Quinn would be crazy enough to walk her up to that window and tell Pretty Girl that her friend was totally infatuated with her, and ask her if she would please go out on a date with her.
Santana could not stress how bad of an idea that was, because at this point she didn't know Pretty Girl's name or if she was even attracted to girls. The answers to both questions were essential before Santana could even consider asking Pretty Girl, or any girl for that matter, out on a date.
"We're going to see another movie." Quinn answered. "This way you get another chance to talk to your girl and I get to see a movie that I want to see without having to listen to Sam's impressions the whole time."
"Okay, what are we seeing?" Santana perked up, happy to have a second chance to talk to Pretty Girl.
"'The Heat'. The previews looked funny."
They didn't say much to each other while they waited, and once it was their turn, Pretty Girl smiled widely when she noticed them approaching the window. "Hi again! Did you enjoy your movie?" She spoke directly to Santana.
Santana felt her cheeks heat up, and she temporarily lost herself in her thoughts. She couldn't get over how freaking adorable Pretty Girl was, especially when she smiled. When she didn't answer after a few seconds, Quinn knocked her foot into Santana's to jar her, "Um, yeah, it was really good." She said quickly.
"I'm glad you liked it. I saw it the other day and I really liked it." Pretty Girl said.
"Oh, that's great." Santana said a little too loud. She groaned on the inside because she was never awkward like this. Never. She was not one to get flustered over girls. She was smooth, charming, and very confident with girls, but for some reason, Pretty Girl made her shy and unsure of herself.
Pretty Girl's blue eyes brightened and her smile widened a little bit at Santana's slight outburst. "So, um, how can I help you ladies?"
Before Santana could answer, Quinn spoke up. "Well Santana got to choose the first movie, so now it's my turn; can we have two tickets to 'The Heat' please?"
"Oh, I guess it's only fair for Santana to see your movie too." Pretty Girl said with some amusement as she typed in the request.
Santana felt her stomach dip from the way Pretty Girl said her name. It sounded so pretty.
Since it was an 'R' rated movie, Pretty Girl had to check their ids to make sure they were at least seventeen before she could sell them the tickets.
"My phone is vibrating, I better answer it." Quinn said with a wink and walked off, giving Santana a few moments alone.
"I love your picture. It came out really well." Pretty Girl said as she gave Santana both drivers' licenses.
"Thanks." She said and she felt her face heat up again at the compliment.
When it came time to pay, Santana timidly slid the money in the window and waited for Pretty Girl to gather her change.
"You and your friend are really going to like this movie." She said, smiling softly as she handed Santana her change and tickets for a second time that night.
Santana felt another shock bolt through her when Pretty Girl touched her again. "I'm sure we will." Santana forced herself to say in a normal voice.
"Well, have a good night." Pretty Girl said, still smiling.
"Okay, you too." Santana said and regretfully left the window to meet Quinn by the doors.
"So?"
Santana sighed. "She likes my picture on my id, so that's good, but I still couldn't figure out a way to casually ask for her name."
"That's okay, if it didn't fit into the conversation, it was probably better that you didn't force it, it would've made you look crazy."
"I already look crazy." Santana said honestly. "I don't think I've ever been this awkward around a girl before."
Quinn chuckled, because that was a very true statement; she had never seen Santana so nervous. "Don't worry, it's actually kinda cute." She said amused.
Santana couldn't help but crack a small smile, "Okay, shut up." She said, regaining a little bit of her confidence, "And don't expect me to buy you anything this time. If you want something from the concession stand, buy it yourself."
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The next day, Santana sat at the desk in her room and looked at the ticket stubs from the night before. She was waging an internal debate over whether she was going to see another movie in the hopes that she can have another two-minute conversation with Pretty Girl, or if she should just give up.
A small part of her was leaning toward giving up because she knew next to nothing about Pretty Girl, except that she was new at her job and she liked her hot chocolate without whipped cream. She didn't know her name, her age, if she was still in high school, and if she was, where she went, if she was in a relationship or if she was even open to going out on a date with another girl. But despite all that, there was an even bigger part of Santana that didn't want to give up. She felt a pull to get to know Pretty Girl, and she had a nagging feeling that if she didn't at least try, she would regret it.
This was all very confusing for Santana, because she had never wanted to put this much effort into getting to know a girl, but now that she had met Pretty Girl, she found that she really wanted to, despite how crazy it sounded to the logical side of her brain.
Santana looked at the clock and saw that it was a little after three in the afternoon. If Pretty Girl was working today, she guessed that she would be at work by now, so if she was going to go, she needed to stop messing around in her head and go.
A few minutes later, she was still fighting with herself, but then a spurt of her usual confidence took over and she kicked her chair out and she grabbed her car keys. She had made up her mind; she was going to go. By herself even, because she couldn't bring Quinn for two reasons, the first was because Quinn had promised to spend the whole day with Sam after canceling on him the night before, and the second was that she didn't want Pretty Girl to think that they were a couple.
By the time Santana arrived at the theater, she was starting to feel nervous again, but not as nervous as the night before. She sat in her car and gathered her thoughts. She was at least going to find out Pretty Girl's name, and hopefully her number, and she didn't care if she had to buy a ticket to every movie to do it.
With a renewed sense of her ill-formed plan, Santana exited her car and walked up to the box office. She peeked past the few people in line and a wave of relief washed over her when she saw that Pretty Girl was indeed at work, and she was thankfully without a trainer.
Santana wrung her hands together a few times to help get rid of her nervousness, and by the time it was her turn, she was still nervous, but not as much as before.
When Santana approached the window, Pretty Girl's face lit up when she recognized her. "Hi, Santana! Back again?"
"Yeah, boring weekend." Santana said with a shrug, as if it was nothing, while she forced herself not to show her excitement over Pretty Girl remembering her name.
"Did your friend from yesterday abandon you?"
"Oh, no, she's with her boyfriend today. I was not about to be a third wheel at Color Me Mine." She said with a flick of her hand.
Pretty Girl giggled. "Good plan. I don't think that would've been much fun."
Santana loved to hear that little laugh. "Definitely not, so I thought I'd see another movie instead."
"Well, I'm glad you did. What would you like to see?"
"She's happy to see me again!" Santana cheered in her head. "Umm, I guess 'Pacific Rim'." Santana answered since it was one of two movies starting soon.
"Ooo, you'll have to tell me how you like that one. I haven't seen it yet." Pretty Girl said as she typed it into her computer.
"I will." Santana said happily, because that implied that Pretty Girl expected them to talk again. She looked again at Pretty Girl's nametag, but instead of a name or a tag that said 'Trainee', there was no tag at all. She almost frowned in her disappointment.
$7.50." Pretty Girl said.
Santana handed her the money, and again she felt an energy exchange course through her when Pretty Girl touched her hand while giving her, her change and ticket.
"I hope you like the movie." Pretty Girl said with her beautiful smile.
"Me too. Thanks again..." Santana said trailing off and made it obvious that she was looking for a nametag, hoping that Pretty Girl would notice.
"Brittany." Pretty Girl said, and Santana could have busted out into a happy dance at finally learning her name. "They haven't made my tag yet."
"It's nice to finally meet you, Brittany." Santana said politely and smiled widely.
"You too, Santana." Brittany said with a shy smile, and it looked like she was going to say something else, but before she could, a group of kids and their mothers nosily walked into line behind Santana, taking their attention away from each other for a moment.
"I better let you get back to work." Santana said with a closed lip smile when she looked back at Brittany.
"Thanks; have fun." Brittany said with a small wave, and Santana wasn't sure if it was real or if she imagined it, but she thought she saw a twinge of disappointment in Brittany as well.
Santana nodded and waved back before she walked off. She was a little disappointed because she really wanted to know what Brittany was going to say before she was interrupted, but she couldn't be too upset because she was overjoyed at learning Brittany's name, so she wasn't going to fuss over it. She'll just have to buy another ticket after this movie and talk to her again.
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After 'Pacific Rim', Santana walked out of the theater and right back into the box office line. It was a lot busier now that it was after six o'clock, and there was now a second person in the office with Brittany to help keep up with the long line.
Santana couldn't help but be impatient as she waited in the line because she really wanted to talk to Brittany again. It took almost fifteen minutes for her to reach the front of the line, and when she did, she realized that she wasn't going to end up at Brittany's window because she was being called over to the other window with the pimply faced kid that was training Brittany the night before.
A brief moment of panic came over Santana, but then she recovered nicely and motioned for the couple behind her to go in her place. "You two go. I'm not sure yet." She said.
The couple thanked her for letting them go first, but they also gave her a funny look and Santana knew they were thinking that after fifteen minutes of standing in line she should have made up her mind by now. She was lying of course, she knew what movie she was going to see next, but she wasn't about to tell them that.
The family in front of Brittany walked away, and when she called out, "Next!" over the speaker, she sounded tired.
"Hey Brittany." Santana said smoothly with a wide smile. She was a lot less nervous now that she knew Brittany's name.
"Hi!" Brittany perked up when she realized it was Santana. "You're seeing another movie?" She almost seemed surprised to see Santana again.
"Yeah, I know. I'm a loser, but I really don't have anything better to do tonight. All my friends are busy this weekend." Santana said, hoping that her self-deprecating joke would get a laugh out of Brittany.
It worked because Brittany did giggle and it was oh-so-cute to Santana's ears.
"Santana!" Brittany playfully admonished. "You are not a loser!"
"Yes I am! This is my fourth movie in twenty four hours!" Santana laughed at herself. This approached seemed to be working so she decided to go with it for a little while.
"I don't think you're a loser. And just think, if you were out with your friends you wouldn't be here talking to me, so it can't be all bad now, can it?" Brittany said with a little wrinkle of her nose.
"You're right." Santana said with a slight smirk. "It's not bad at all."
Brittany smiled at that response, but before she could say anything else, someone opened the door behind her. A man with a tie stepped in the room and said something to both Brittany and the pimply faced kid that Santana couldn't hear, but she assumed by some of the gestures he was making, he wanted them to speed things up.
A few moments later, he left and Brittany turned back to look at Santana, "Sorry. What movie did you want to see?" She asked.
"Oh, the 'Lone Ranger.'" Santana said, and handed over her money right away, because she didn't want to get Brittany into trouble with her boss.
"Good choice. I love Johnny Depp movies."
"Me too." Santana said honestly. "I hope this one is better than the last movie I saw."
"So I'm guessing you didn't like it." Brittany said as she worked.
"It was okay, I guess. Science fiction movies aren't usually my favorite, but I thought I'd give it a try."
"That's good to know." Brittany said and handed Santana her ticket and change.
Santana wanted to ask her what that meant, because she wasn't sure if that was good because Brittany was interested in her movie preferences, or if it was good because she interested in another person's review of the movie. Unfortunately, she knew that now was not the right time to ask, because Brittany was busy and she needed to get back to work.
"Okay, thanks. Good luck with this crowd." Santana offered with a warm smile.
"Thanks." Brittany responded, mirroring her smile. "Oh, and if you're looking for another movie to watch after this one, 'Despicable Me 2' is a good choice."
Santana nodded and waved to Brittany as she left. Now, she was ready for this movie to be over, because she was pretty sure that Brittany just told her to come see her again.
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When 'The Lone Ranger' was over, Santana quickly made her way out of the theater and checked to make sure that Brittany was still in the box office. When she saw her there by herself, she got into line again, prepared to see the next showing of 'Despicable Me 2.'
The line wasn't too long, there was only about a dozen or so couples in front of her, so she figured it wouldn't take too long to get to the front. She was hoping that she could have a little longer conversation with Brittany this time since she wasn't as busy as she was earlier, and maybe ask her if she would want to hang out sometime.
As Santana waited for her turn, she felt her phone in her purse vibrate. She looked to see who was calling, and when she saw it was Quinn, she decided to ignore it until she had more time to talk. She sent Quinn a text to say that she couldn't talk and that she'd call her back later.
Once that was finished, she returned her phone to her purse. She looked to where she expected to see Brittany sitting, but instead of the happiness she felt when she looked at Brittany, she was hit with a flash of disappointment. She was next in line, and the pimply faced kid, not Brittany, was helping the couple in front of her. In fact, Brittany wasn't even in the room.
Santana wanted to deflate, because a moment later, it was her turn, but she wasn't in the mood to see a movie anymore now that Brittany wasn't there to give her ticket to her. She almost left, but there were some kids she recognized from McKinley in the line a few places behind her and she didn't want to look crazy for standing in line and then not buying a ticket, so she reluctantly bought a ticket from the pimply faced kid, whose name tag read Joel.
Santana hoped that Brittany had just gone on break, and she was inside the theater somewhere, so she decided to ask, "Um, is Brittany still here?"
"No, her shift ended a few minutes ago." Joel said with no emotion and handed over her change and ticket.
"Okay." Santana said with a sigh and walked into the lobby. She handed her ticket to be checked to the same girl she had seen the four previous times.
"Hi." The girl said politely, but surprised to see Santana for a fifth time in two days. "Have you bought a ticket for every movie?"
Santana didn't know the girl, so she assumed that she went to another high school, because no one from McKinley would dare ask her that. That aside, Santana wasn't in the mood to be snarky, so she nodded, "Almost." She said with a hint of defeat in her voice.
"Okay, enjoy the movie. It's pretty funny." The girl said, and handed Santana her stub.
"I hope so." Santana responded and walked further into the lobby. She needed something to perk her up. She guessed that she would have to see another movie, maybe in a few days, so she could see Brittany again.
Santana stopped by the bathroom, and then slowly made her way to the theater. When she walked into the back of the dimly lit room, she saw that there was only two other people there, a couple who looked younger than her seated in the back row. Santana guessed they weren't going to be paying much attention to the movie if the amount of heavy petting going on already was any indication, so she decided to find a seat in the middle of the theater, far enough away from them, so she couldn't hear anything.
Once seated, she pulled her phone out to pass the time. She contemplated calling Quinn, but she decided against it because she wasn't in the mood to be made fun of, so she just sat there quietly, lost in her own thoughts.
A couple of minutes later, she heard someone else open the door to the theater, but she couldn't be bothered to look up. She just hoped it wasn't another couple that planned to make out the whole time, and if it was, she hoped they found a seat far enough away from her, because she was not in the mood to deal with that.
Then a few moments later, Santana saw someone out of the corner of her eye sit in the seat right next to her. She was about to tear into them, because really, couldn't they find another seat without having to bother her; but when she looked over, she saw Brittany, changed out of her work clothes and smiling at her.
"You want some?" Brittany said sweetly and held up a bag of popcorn.
"Umm, sure." Santana said taking a few pieces, still unsure if what she was seeing was real. She wasn't expecting this at all.
"I got you a drink too. I didn't know what kind you'd like so I got a Coke and a Sprite, do you have a preference?" Brittany asked, pointing to the two drinks sitting in her lap in a cardboard carrier.
"Aww thanks! That's sweet of you." Santana cooed with a warm smile, clearly touched by Brittany's thoughtfulness. "I'm good with whatever." She said hoping Brittany would choose because she really didn't want to, just in case she took the one that Brittany wanted.
"Is it okay if I take the Coke? I haven't had any caffeine since this morning." Brittany asked, almost as if she wasn't the one who had bought all the snacks.
Santana felt herself melt a little at that. "Sure. Whatever you want."
Brittany smiled widely. "Okay, thanks."
"OMG!" Santana squealed in her head. She couldn't believe her luck. She was sitting next to the sweetest girl she had ever met, and she was about to watch a movie and share a bag of popcorn with her. Santana was sure she was in heaven. That was the only way she could describe it.
The movie started before they could properly start a conversation, so they quietly sat through the previews, eating their popcorn. Santana's body was buzzing from energy exchanges because she and Brittany bumped hands a few times reaching in the popcorn bag at the same time, and their arms rested against each other's on their shared armrest.
The movie as it turned out, was hilarious, and Santana and Brittany laughed the whole way through, with a few "awws" and "that's so sweet" comments for the cute parts.
When they walked out of the theater after the movie was over, the lobby lights were dimmed, indicating that the theater was closing.
"Can you wait here a minute while I run into the locker room and get my bag?" Brittany asked.
"Yeah, of course." Santana said with a smile.
"Okay, don't go anywhere." Brittany said playfully.
"I won't." Santana said with a chuckle. As if she would. She had been there all day and sat through three movies just so she could talk to Brittany, there was no way she was leaving now that she had her outside of the box office.
Brittany ran off to get her bag, and Santana sat down on a bench while she waited for Brittany to return. When she saw her coming back with a small duffel bag, Santana stood up and met her over by the front doors.
"Ready?" Santana asked, opening the door for Brittany.
"Yep." Brittany said with a shy smile and stepped outside. "Where's your car?"
"Over there." Santana said and pointed towards the right side of the parking lot.
"Oh, mine's on the other side." Brittany said with a slight pout that they weren't parked near each other.
"That's okay; I'll walk with you over to your car. I need to walk anyways; I've been sitting all day." Santana offered.
"I'd like that." Brittany said with shy smile, leading them in the direction of her car.
"So you're on the North Lima High Dance Team?" Santana asked after a few moments, pointing to the letters on Brittany's bag.
"Yeah, I just started. My family moved here from Columbus a few weeks ago."
"Are you a junior or a senior?"
"Junior." Brittany answered. "What about you?"
"I'm a junior at McKinley. I'm on the Cheerios."
"That's cool. I was a cheerleader at my old school, but I can't try out for the squad here until next year, so I joined the dance team because they take new people year round."
"Sounds fun." Santana said as they arrived at Brittany's car.
Brittany popped the trunk and put her duffel bag in, but kept her purse on her shoulder.
"So, Brittany, I was wondering if I could maybe get your number, and maybe we could hang out again." Santana asked, shyly.
She was nervous again. She knew that the chances were low that Brittany would turn her down, because they had a good time watching the movie together, and Brittany did say that she wanted her to walk her to her car, but she couldn't help but feel nervous over the small chance that Brittany might say no.
"Yeah, I'd love too." Brittany chirped and pulled her phone out of her purse. They exchanged numbers, and then Brittany said, "I'm off tomorrow. If you still don't have any plans for the rest of your weekend, we could meet up tomorrow?"
Santana had to force herself not to blurt out her answer because she was still having a hard time believing that this was actually happening. "Yeah, sounds good. I think I've seen enough movies for a little while, so how does lunch at Breadstix around eleven-thirty sound?"
Brittany smiled widely, "It's a date." She said and then kissed Santana on her cheek. "Thanks for spending all day at the theater trying to talk to me. I promise it'll be easier tomorrow." She said with a wink. "Drive home safely and see you tomorrow!"
"Okay, you too." Santana said with a surprised look on her face and she touched her cheek where Brittany had kissed her. She watched Brittany drive away before she started the short walk back to her car.
Santana couldn't believe it; Brittany had figured out her plan, which shouldn't have been too surprising considering it wasn't exactly the best-laid plan, and she had been less than subtle, but just the fact that she had a date with Brittany, the girl that she saw in her dreams, in less than twelve hours was mind blowing.
If that wasn't the best luck, Santana didn't know what was.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it. If you have time, please let me know what you thought.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Glee,' any of the movies, or copyrighted products that are mentioned in this story. Also, the premise for this story is loosely based form and idea that I got from a 'Kim Possible' episode, which I also don't own.