Santana was pissed, absolutely pissed. Rachel has spent all that time talking her into coming to the damn class only to cancel last minute. She was going to kill the damn hobbit. Santana had even paused her new show she'd started on Netflix to come to the fucking class. She'd finally taken off one of her many pairs of sweats and put on a pair of yoga pants. Did Rachel know how much work that was?

Putting her phone away, she walked into the lobby of the dance studio and asked for instructions to the tango room. The asian dude—she thought she remembered Rachel saying something about an Asian Mike—pointed her down the hall and towards what Santana could guess was one of the larger rooms. She had never taken tango before, even though most thought she would know it since she was Mexican—a complete stereotype. And she hated stereotypes.

The dance room was nothing less of professional, what with its shiny wooden floors, mirrored walls, and ballet bars—a standard instructor room. Others stood in the room, some stretching, some talking with others. She walked over to the hangers on the wall and hung up her duffle along with her sweatshirt, leaving her only in a sports bra and tight yoga pants.

She uncomfortably stood alone and waited for the late instructor to join the noisy class. Anyone who knew her knew that she was not a patient person and she was honestly thinking about leaving because A) she didn't want to be there in the first place, and B) she really wasn't a fan of dancing. Even when she was apart of her high school glee club, she wasn't that graceful. The real reason that Santana actually came was because Rachel said Santana was losing her abs and Santana couldn't have that. That was one of her ways of roping the ladies in. She didn't have an outlined six pack, but damn she was toned, and she saw no shame in flaunting it.

Finally, just as Santana was going to leave and storm out in a Rachel Berry fashion, the epitome of beautiful walked through the door. With her silky blonde hair and toned body that Santana just had to take a second look at, she was sure that she had found a reason to stay.

"Im so sorry I'm late guys. My cat got out of my apartment and I had to chase him down the street." Santana's eyebrows rose without hesitation, but said nothing. It might have been that she was just in a rather good mood, or just distracted by this woman's…assets.

"So as you know, today's lesson is the Tango. To be honest, it's one of my favorite dances and I am so thrilled to share it with all of you." She twisted around, smiling around the room, taking note of all the faces present. Her eyes skimmed around the room, but Santana noticed her subtle leering as her eyes passed the Latina's body. Santana was used to those looks so she knew when somebody was interested, if only a little.

The blonde cleared her throat and stood center in the room. "Where are my manners. For anyone that is new to the cluster of classes, my name is Brittany, your instructor." Santana wasn't sure, but it felt to her that Brittany was speaking directly to her.

"Now that that's settled, we'll begin with the first step: grasping your partner and learning the tango basic of walking."

While everyone joined with their partner, Santana awkwardly stood alone. Rachel hadn't told her that this was a duo dance class. Now she looked like a loser in front of the whole class, and loser was not something that she could pull off. Maybe Rachel, although she did rock those short skirts in high school—but there is never, never an excuse for sweaters with weird animals that no one gives a fuck about. And when Santana found one of the dreadful sweaters buried deep in Rachel's closet, she beat the girl with a couch pillow for a half hour before tiring. She wasn't sure how Rachel had even still owned one as Santana had burned them all herself at the very first college bonfire they'd attend together.

When all others moved but Santana, the blonde beauty looked over with a small frown. "Ugh, my friend cancelled last minute and I didn't know this was like a…partner class."

She nodded and asked, "Who's your friend?"

"Rachel Berry. She's been taking classes with you for a while I guess. She has this incessant need to be perfect in every aspect of her life."

"Ah Rachel, yeah. She's pretty cool, loves to talk though." She looked around the room, inspecting the other couples and turned back. "It seems that you will have to be my partner today. I hope you don't mind…"

Santana stumbled over her words as Brittany grin widened. "Yeah, sure. I mean, no. That's fine. I'm not bothered." She blushed and Brittany smiled, slowly skimming her hand down the small span of Santana's arm. She nodded for Santana to follow her to the center of the room and Santana complied.

"Okay guys, now that you've completed part of the first step, we'll move on to the second. Leaders," she said as she raised her hand, bending it at the elbow, "take the hand of the follower like this, and place your other hand on their shoulder blade."

Santana let out a breath. Brittany had taken a step closer. Her soft hand was wrapper around hers and Brittany's hand was spayed against her bare shoulder.

"Now followers, drape your left are over the leader's arm, hand slightly on the outside. You don't want to lose your partner while in the midst of this dance. That would be a little awkward." Santana slowly draped her arm across Brittany's and lay my hand against the side of her shoulder. She tried not to make eye-contact with Brittany, but it seemed that that was inevitable. With a last minute glance, they locked eyes. Santana's brown connected intimately with Brittany's dazzling blue.

The woman's eyes were glazed with unshed joy and happiness. It was like this woman was bred with the gayest of rainbows from the gay fairy queen herself. Her eyes were so beautiful, more so than anything that Santana had seen before. She was entranced by los ojos. She remembered reading somewhere that the eyes were the windows to the soul or some poetic shit like that.

She cleared her throat and looked away, finding herself in the mirror. Her face held a soft flush. She wasn't used to this sort of thing. She was usually the pursuer. She usually made the girls squirm and blush under her intense stare and playful flirting. Now here she was, somehow at the mercy of this beautiful stranger that somehow caused her to lose her game, something she very skilled with.

Brittany smirked and continued, Santana only partly listening to Brittany's instructions, more watching and copying others in order to keep up. She didn't fully pay attention until Brittany pulled them together, chest to chest. Now Santana had never "tango-ed" before, but she was almost positive that that little move Brittany had pulled was not part of it. "Oops. I think you lost your footing there."

Santana stared at the woman in bewilderment. Nobody had so openly flirted with her like that before. Now she knew she was the shit, but most girls were too nervous or jealous to actually come over and talk. The last serious girlfriend Santana had was in her senior year of high school, however it didn't last long because…well that didn't matter. What mattered was the ever-growing smile Brittany kept casting her.

"Okay guys, now that you know the basics of the dance, you can spread out and practice. If you have any questions, I'm here with assistance."

Slowly, the two continued back into the rhythm of the dance. She squeezed the hand she held and winked. "So do I get to know your name, Miss Rachel's friend?"

"Santana," she said after a moment. Brittany shone a triumphant shit-eating grin and Santana wondered why the damn girl smiled so much, not that she exactly wanted her to frown. For some reason, she didn't ever want to see the girl frown. She had a brilliant smile and if it were anyone else, Santana would've been jealous of her beauty.

"Ahh. A pretty name to match a pretty face." I blushed again and looked away. "So what brought you here today, seeing that you obviously cannot dance. And I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean it in a nice way. Like the nicest way possible. If that is possible." Santana laughed as she spun them. The rest of the class seemed to having a good time as well. Now they weren't the most graceful bunch, but they had…potential.

"You're quite the flirt aren't you?" She meant it more as a statement then a question, but she sure it had the same affect. Her cat-like eyes glinted in the light of the dance room. "Well, when I find someone that I'm interested in, I like them to know. If you haven't figured by now, I'm quite the catch."

"Oh, and so modest." She laughed and tilted her head back. Brittany had the silkiest laugh she'd ever heard, something so pure and genuine about it. The only laugh she'd heard lately was Rachel, who always sounded like she was drunk and choking on the ball gag she'd accidentally swallowed the night before in one of her kinky adventures with Fabgay.

"Well have you seen me! Not only do I own a dance studio, but I can cook, and have accomplished amazing abs." She leaned in close, her lips almost skimming Santana's ear. "Would you like to see them?" Santana breathed deeply. Her eyes dropped to the Brittany's covered stomach before returning, knowing that she'd been caught.

Brittany stifled her laugh and spun them again. "Because I'm liking yours." Santana groaned at Brittany's advances. Her flirting was seriously beginning to kill the girl. She wasn't sure how much more she could take in one day.

"Okay guys, I believe that's it for today. You all did amazing. I hope to see you all at the next class." With that the class dispersed and Santana walked over to her back, taking out the small towel she'd brought with her. While dabbing her neck, she took a glance at Brittany and watched as she stretched on the floor, her legs in a full split while she lay face down on her stomach.

Santana took a sip of her water and a deep breath. It had been a while since she'd met someone she'd genuinely liked. She thought Brittany was cute and funny. She wanted to get to know her better on a more intimate level. Not that she just wanted sex, although she was sure she would greatly enjoy that, but she wanted to find out more about the woman. What made her tick. What her favorite color was. Did she like to cuddle after sex. Not that Santana would openly admit it to anyone who asked, but she liked, cross that, loved to cuddle after sex.

With a sigh she took a pen from her bag—when did she even put that in there—and walked over to the stretching woman. Brittany looked into the mirror and smiled when she saw Santana hadn't left.

Be cool! You're Santana Lopez. You're a sexy woman who likes other sexy women and you can talk to this girl with the deepest swagger hidden within you. You have game! Act like it!

"So, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out some time this week?" Brittany picked herself up from the floor and stared down into the Santana's eyes. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

Santana nodded and gave her winning smile, the one all women fell for. She knew that most women had a thing for dimples, and she was glad she had two to flaunt. "Yeah. I think I'll be free."

Santana grinned and grabbed left Brittany's hand. Brittany gave her a confused stare as she twisted her and brought forth her inner arm. She clicked the pen and gently wrote her number along the creamy plane of Brittany's arm. With that she softly placed a kiss upon her cheek and whispered, "Call me soon," before leaving.

Suddenly about halfway down the hall she remembered she'd left her shit in dance room.

"Fuck…there goes my cool exit."

Haha, well here's the first part of my new two/three shot. Okay, Question. Did you like it? And should i make it a two shot with smut next chapter (although that wouldn't be the only thing in it) or should i solely dedicate the third chapter to smutty goodness? —SexyGleek4life