Once at the restaurant, Mike pulled Brittany's chair out for her and then spent five minutes explaining that he wasn't trying to steal it away from her.
As their drinks came and they ordered, Mike saw some movement outside behind Brittany. His eyes widened when he saw Santana glaring at him from the edge of the parking lot. Her menacing look sent chills down his back. His eyes shot down to the table until he felt brave enough to look again. This time there was no one there. He shook his head and figured he just thought he saw her earlier.
A few minutes after their food arrived, his eyes wondered to the spot where he hallucinated that Santana was standing and sure enough she was there again. This time he was so surprised that he jumped in his chair.
"What's wrong?" Brittany asked, seeing the small jump.
Mike looked at her and shook his head, "Nothing." When he looked back up she was gone. He rubbed his eyes. Maybe he wasn't getting enough sleep or something.
Meanwhile, Rachel and Quinn sat in a diner on the other side of town munching on fries and drinking milkshakes.
"So, how's life?" Quinn asked as she dipped one of her French fries in her milkshake before popping it into her mouth.
Either Rachel was grossed out by the fry/shake combo or she wasn't sure if she heard what she just heard, but she sat there for a minute trying to figure it out. "Um…nothing really. Just doing a lot of glee stuff."
Quinn nodded, "Sounds interesting. Tell me about that."
"Are you mocking me?" Rachel asked a little indignantly.
The blonde chuckled, "No. I'm trying to be the perfect date. You have my undivided attention and in a few minutes I'm going to tell you your hair looks nice."
Rachel laughed with Quinn and found that she was starting to become comfortable around the ex-Cheerio. Getting pregnant had really brought Quinn back down to earth, which was something Rachel was sure she could get used to.
Mike paid the check and took Brittany out to the car. He tried to get her to hurry though because seeing Santana still freaked him out. As he closed the door after Brittany got in, she looked up and saw Santana standing a few cars away. He practically sprinted to the other side of the car and jumped in locking the doors. He fumbled with getting the key in the ignition and gunned the engine out of the parking lot when he finally did.
He sighed as they got on the main road. It took Brittany a few minutes to remember where she lived, but he got her home safe and sound, if not a little late.
Having gotten comfortable again in the car, he got out and walked Brittany to her front door and let out a charming smile. She smiled back and pushed some hair behind her ear.
A rustling in the bushes behind him, caused Mike to quickly look behind him and watch the bushes for any sign of the brown eyes that were shooting daggers at him earlier. After watching the bush for a few seconds he decided it was nothing so he turned back to Brittany.
Just as he was about to lean in for a goodnight kiss, a noise from the balcony behind Brittany caused him to look up. His heart stopped cold when he saw Santana standing on the balcony, arms crossed with a death glare aimed right at him.
That was all he could take. He left Brittany on her doorstep, sprinting down the sidewalk and into his car before speeding off.
Santana smirked her victory smirk and walked back inside Brittany's parents' bedroom. Her plan went off without a hitch. She laughed to herself as she walked to Brittany's room at the look on Mike's face when she tossed that rock into the bushes behind him and she was pretty sure the last time he saw her, he wet himself.
A little part of her felt bad for putting the poor boy through so much. But no one dates Santana's Brittany even though Santana was afraid of telling Brittany that's how she felt. After a few weeks of therapy Mike would probably forget the whole thing anyway.
When she got to Brittany's room she fell back on the bed hearing the front door open and close. Then she heard Brittany padding up the stairs in her bare feet. The blonde didn't seem to be surprised by her presence. She just walked over to the bed and turned her back to Santana in a silent communication.
Santana sat up and unzipped the dress then watched it fall to the ground. In front of her was a now lingerie clad Brittany. She smiled because that was one of her favorite kinds of Brittany.
"How was your date?" Santana asked, laying back on the bed watching Brittany search through her drawers for something else to wear.
Brittany paused and frowned, "Mike was acting really weird. Like something kept scaring him."
Santana squashed the smile crawling up her face, but at that point she was insanely proud of herself.
"How was your date?" Brittany asked pulling a t-shirt on.
"I rescheduled it," Santana watched at Brittany turned around in the t-shirt and panties. As absolutely stunned as Brittany was all dolled up, Santana felt her stomach flip as she saw her best friend in a t-shirt and not much else.
Brittany walked over to the bed and laid down next to Santana, "How long have you been here?"
"Not long," the brunette rolled onto her side so she could look at Brittany. "Your parents aren't home so I used to key in the plant by the back door."
The blonde nodded like it was the most natural thing in the world. She was actually really glad that Santana was there when she walked in.
"Did you have fun with Mike?" Santana asked quietly not really wanting to know the answer.
"Yeah…I guess."
Santana sighed, "Are you going out with him again?"
"I don't think so," Brittany shook her head and stood back up. She leaned over to Santana to turn the CD player on.
Santana smiled as Brittany sat up on the bed and moved so that she was straddling Santana. She looked down at the other girl and raised an eyebrow, asking the silent question.
Santana answered by sitting up and capturing Brittany's lips.
Brittany noticed subtle changes in the way Santana was acting. Her kisses were softer and longer; her touches were more tender and lingering. Something was different, but she wasn't about to interrupt to ask.
After dinner, Quinn took Rachel home. She even opened the car door and walked her to the doorstep. At the door, Rachel smiled at Quinn, "Thanks. I really had fun tonight."
"Me too," Quinn smiled back, "We should definitely do it again sometime."
They stood in silence for a moment. Then Quinn took Rachel's hand and pulled her in for a kiss. As it was happening she couldn't quite believe she was doing it. This was on the list of things a perfect date did, but she hadn't actually planned on taking it that far.
Rachel was rigid at first, but eased into the kiss until they pulled away. She opened her eyes and looked anywhere, but Quinn. "Thanks…I-um-I'll just…" she took a deep breath and muttered, "Goodnight," before disappearing into her house.
Quinn just stood on the doorstep, dumbfounded at her actions and how it actually felt to be kissing Rachel. Finally she made her way back to her car for the long, slow, confusing ride home.