"Saaaaan," the blonde pouted, pulling the smaller girl in closer to her in a vice-like hug, "you said tonight you'd come to the movies with me!"
"I've got something else planned, Britt. I think you'll like it."
Santana hid the rose she was holding behind her back underneath a pillow as Brittany pushed her down onto the bed, burying her face into her neck.
"But it's going to be such a good movie…" Brittany mumbled into her smooth skin, tickling her, making her laugh.
"It'll be just as good a few days from now, I promise. I'll take you to see it on Sunday."
"But San-" Brittany protested, lifting her head up from her lover's neck to pout more heavily than before.
Santana shook her head with a smile on her face, leaning up and in to caress Brittany's cheek and capture her lips with her own.
"You'll see," she mumbled teasingly into the kiss, using her free hand to cautiously check that Brittany pushing her down hadn't crushed the flower hidden behind her. It hadn't. It was safe.
And what Brittany didn't know was that she WOULD be seeing Footloose that night, several hours from now. But not before Santana presented her with the rose and took her out on a date, a real one, for all of freaking Lima to see. She was ready.