We are the only two girls left after all the partnering-up stuff in this heteronormative dancing lesson so let's dance together i didn't like any of the guys anyway AU

Santana Lopez is a passable dancer. She works hard, she knows the steps, she practices and practices until it looks flawless. But she's not a natural. She doesn't move like she's fluid and wind, all rolled up into one. Not at first anyway, but she can come up with something very close.

But it takes work. A lot of work. So, she's ends up at this dance class taught by her friend Mike, and learning how to samba, or tango, she's not quite sure. To be honest, she's got three auditions for shows in the upcoming months, and she wants to wow them with her dancing skills. Her carefully, carefully honed dancing skills. Plus, Mike is giving her a couple of free classes in exchange for singing lessons, so she can't really beat the deal.

It's a great way to stay in shape, and though she's not particularly fond of the idea of pressing up to some strange man for the better part of an hour, her best friend Mercedes is tagging along so she doesn't feel too lonely. So, she puts on her favorite pair of yoga pants, enters the big dance studio, and stands off to the side, warming up. Actually, it's Mercedes who notices the blonde before she does, which is surprising because Santana's hot chick spidey sense is usually on point.

Santana is sitting down on the floor, stretching her calves when she feels a sharp poke from behind, accompanied by a whisper.

"Santana, check it."

Santana looks up. "Mercedes-"

She follows her friend's line of sight to what has to be one of the most attractive women that Santana has ever seen. She's tall, all long legs and arms, and every step she takes is fluidity in motion and graceful like she's never seen before.

"Holy cow." She breathes.

"Okay, don't stare too long, or else she's going to think you're a creep."

She is laughing and talking with another blonde woman beside her. They seem to be close, playfully touching each other every so often, but Santana's not sure what to make of it yet. She blinks a few times and tries to look away, but the desire to not miss a movement is too strong, and the blonde draws her gaze in again.

"You might want to close your mouth, San. You're drooling."

Santana can only roll her eyes (just enough to make her point, but not too much so she can keep the blonde in her sights), when suddenly the blonde looks over. She's been caught, but before Santana can look away, she gets a small smile and an even smaller wave.

She feels another nudge from Mercedes. "Looks like you're not the only one interested."

Santana gives a small wave back, and tries not to look like a spaz.

"Yeah, well, women like that are either painfully straight, very taken or both. I'm gonna go with both."

Santana's attention is grabbed when Mike walks into the room, and everyone heads to the edges of the brightly lit dance studio to give him space. He walks straight to the blonde, lifting her up high over his head, and spinning her around.

"Case in point." Santana says, gesturing towards them.

"There's no way Mike is dating her. Wasn't he dating that Tina chick like two weeks ago?"

"No, they were just friends. I think. Look, I can't keep up with who's dating who in our friend circle, 'Cedes. All I know is that a woman that hot is definitely not single."

"Well, you miss 100% of the shots that you don't take."

"Is that some kind of sports reference? Does Puck have you watching sports now?"

Mercedes playfully pushes her friend. "I'm trying to get more into his interests, and him into mine. You know, like, he went to church with me last week. When we first met, I didn't think we'd have anything in common, but now, it's like, we care about each other, so we're trying to make it work."

Santana stands up, and pushes Mercedes in retaliation. "Well, isn't that sweet? I almost want to gag from how sweet it is."

"Whatever Santana, you're just jealous. Don't worry though, because soon you'll be bringing blondie over there to the house, and you won't have sit there lonely with the dog when we have movie night."

"Sometimes I have Kurt!" Santana defends but whatever retort Mercedes has is cut off as Mike brings attention to the front of the room.

"Evening folks. Thanks for everybody for coming to my ballroom dancing class. I'm seeing some familiar faces as well as some new ones, so everybody grab a partner, and we can jump right in."

The room starts breaking off into pairs, and before Santana can think, Mercedes is picked off by some hot Idris Elba looking guy, and she's standing by herself, still in the corner. Very quickly it becomes clear that she's the last one without a partner, and though there was bound to be some logistical inconsistencies (considering this is her first time at the class), Santana can't feel a little miffed that someone as hot as she is would be without a dancing partner.

A few of the couples around her start to twirl, and she takes a few steps back, colliding with someone from behind.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I just-"

Santana starts, but the words dry up in her throat. It's the blonde from earlier. The blonde that had caught her staring and probably thought she was a psycho. She's even more attractive close up, and Santana can't help but note the clear blue of her eyes. She suppresses a shiver when those eyes are focused on her.

"It's okay. I just saw that you hadn't found a partner yet."

"Yeah, I guess I should have brought someone."

"It's my first week too, actually. And I don't seem to have a partner either."

Santana looks around, and the blonde is right. Every other single person in the room is paired up, and with an opposite sexed partner at that.

"Unless dancing with a lady will make you feel weird or something." The blonde starts.

"No, no, nothing like that. It's fine. I don't mind at all. It's good in fact. I'd rather be dancing with you instead of some sweaty guy all evening."

"I'm glad."

Santana looks up, and catches the soft smile of the other woman, and her brain goes on the fritz again. She's like an ethereal angel who's descended from the heavens to grace the world with her beauty.

The blonde reaches out her hand, and Santana takes it, allowing herself to be lead out on the dance floor. Santana gasps as the blonde's arm finds its way around her waist, and pulls her in close. She uses her knee to nudge Santana's legs apart in a wider stance, and Santana just about melts.

The music starts to play lowly, and though Santana should be listening to Mike (who's yelling instructions to the dancers), she can feel herself getting carried away. The other woman leads them and her steps are so sure and confident, her hold on Santana so complete, that Santana feels like she knows exactly what she's doing, even though she definitely doesn't.

"I'm Santana." She manages to blurt out.

That smile again. "I'm Brittany. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

The next song ends, and a new one begins, and Brittany matches the beat perfectly, swinging them to and fro.

Santana clears her throat. "Do you, uh, have experience with ballroom dancing?"

Brittany's other hand takes Santana's and grips it firmly. "Yeah, some. I work here actually."

"At the dance studio?"

Brittany spins them, adding a little side shuffle that Santana follows, albeit a bit clumsily.

"Uh huh. I teach the hip hop dance class, it's right before this one. Sometimes I stick around because the classes are unbalanced, and Mike needs extras."

Santana feels the wind go out of her sails a little bit. "So, you are here to dance with the losers who came solo?"

Brittany laughs, and hearing the crystal clear tinkling of her laughter makes Santana want to fly all over again.

"Well, to be completely honest, I had a partner. A guy partner. I don't know him but he was by himself, and that's what I came here for. But, I convinced my friend Quinn to dance with him."

"Why?"

"Firstly, he looks like the kind of guy who's going to step on your toes."

Santana takes a quick look over to the blonde who'd been standing with Brittany earlier, and sure enough, she's grimacing and dodging the flat feet of her partner.

"What'd you have to do to get her to agree to that?"

"I promised to babysit her rugrat for a month of date nights for her and her wife, Rachel. It was kind of a no brainer. I love that kid, so I'm really getting the better end of the bargain."

Santana tries to hide her smirk. She has at least assured that Brittany wasn't involved with either Mike nor Quinn. She hopes. Suddenly a thought strikes her.

"And the second reason?"

"Huh?"

"You said firstly, so I assumed there was a second reason."

"Oh, yeah, the second reason was you."

"Me?"

"I saw you get left without a partner, and I knew that if I wanted to dance with you, I'd have to act fast. Or else Mike would have gotten that pleasure."

Santana felt her face burning. "You wanted to dance with me?"

"Well, duh. You're kind of the hottest lady in the room."

"You're not so bad yourself."

Another spin, and then a dip. The song ends and everyone claps, and a jazz inspired tune starts. Santana feels like Ginger Rogers. Her body presses into Brittany's at every angle, and she feels as if they were meant to press together. It's like her arms, her hips, her ribs, everything was just made to fit against Brittany's. Like two puzzle pieces coming together.

Brittany spins her out, and then wraps her back up into an embrace before taking them back to their standard positions.

"That friend of yours. Are you here together?" She asks without missing a beat.

They aren't even pretending to listen to Mike anymore, who is still guiding the dancers as he strides around the room. The music has changed again to a more orchestral number, but is as lively as ever.

Santana blinks a few times. "Who, Mercedes? No. She just started dating our friend Puck like three months ago, and they're still in that gross lovey dovey stage."

"Hmm." Brittany mutters.

"Are you trying to figure out a way to ask me if I'm single?"

"Yeah, but it's not going as smoothly as I hoped."

Brittany guides them in a box step that transitions into a triple step flawlessly.

"You're really good at this."

"Thanks. My parents spent a bunch of money on dance lessons when I was a kid, and I just took off. But to be honest, having the right partner makes all the difference."

Santana almost passes out right there when Brittany winks at her, but she manages to stay on her feet, and glances around the room as they move. There was a long pause as she studies the other dancers, but Santana could say, with the utmost confidence, that they were the best looking ones in the place.

"I am."

"Am what?" Brittany asks, a bit taken aback.

"Single. And I'm glad that you asked me to dance. Because I'd been noticing you too."

"You don't say?" Brittany says with mock incredulity.

Santana rolls her eyes, but smiles. "Yes. What about you? Are you single, I mean?"

"Tragically single, I'm afraid."

Santana goes to respond, but suddenly the music stops, and everyone claps.

"Thanks to everyone coming out tonight. You all did great! I'll see you next week."

Santana looks around bewildered. Had the hour really gone by so fast? She admitted that she'd spent most of the time getting lost in the music, and in Brittany's eyes for that matter, but still. It felt like a heartbeat. She feels Brittany's hand reluctantly drop from her side, and tries to keep the frown from her face.

"I guess that's it. Huh?" Santana says, taking a step or two back.

"Yeah. I mean, the class is, you know, over." Brittany responds.

Suddenly there's a body at her back as Mercedes nearly bowls her over. "San! We've gotta run or else we're going to miss movie night. Puck says he's going to start popping the popcorn soon."

"Oh, looks like you've got plans then. I'll see you later. Maybe next week? Bye Santana" Says Brittany, turning away.

For the first time Mercedes notices Santana's partner, and her eyes go wide. She opens her mouth to babble something, but Brittany has already moved across the room (with that dancer's grace), and is shouldering her duffle.

"Danggit, San, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. We'll see each other next week."

Mercedes narrows her eyes. "Are you kidding? You're going to go out there right now and catch her."

"But Mercedes-"

"'But Mercedes' nothing! Kurt and the dog will be there once you've had a drink or two. If you need to get home, take a cab, or maybe if you play your cards right you won't need a ride home."

"Geez, 'Cedes, I don't give it up that easily."

"Well it wouldn't hurt every once in a while. Now go."

She gives Santana a gentle shove, and Santana gets the message, grabbing her bag and tearing out the door.

She catches Brittany as she's parting ways with Quinn, and notes the surprise on her face when she approaches.

"Um, hi, again." Santana says, shyly.

"Hi."

They stand there for a moment. Unsure of what to say.

"I was just wondering-"
"Maybe if you're up for it-"

They stop, laughing a little.

"Please, you first." Brittany says.

"No, no, I insist."

Brittany plays with the strap on her duffle for a second, looking up into the clear night sky.

"I'm usually much better than this."

Santana laughs, taking Brittany's hand, and pulling her in close, just as they had been only a few minutes before. That feeling of completion hits Santana again, and she doesn't even have to adjust to find the perfect placement of her hand on Brittany's shoulder, and her hip into Brittany's own. She can tell by the look on Brittany's face that she feels the same.

"Imagine it's like dancing."She says, slowly, with a soft husk to her voice.

Brittany laughs as well, and they sway to a silent melody.

"So, um, Santana, would you like to go have a drink with me?"

Santana pretends to ponder this for a second, then smiles brightly. "Sure. On one condition."

"What's that?"

"We go somewhere with music."

"Now that sounds like a plan."