The atmosphere of Breadstix was as mundane as ever. The only reason why any of the citizens of Lima ever attend the knock-off Italian restaurant is just for it's unlimited amount of free bread sticks. Santana and Brittany giggled boastfully, joking about school and Cheerios practice, while seated at their signature booth; big enough for just the two of them. They had ordered their meals and finished the majority of it by now.
"Santana, I'm glad you came up with this idea." Brittany smiled, reaching across the table to take Santana's hand. "I've had fun and I much rather like being here with you than in gym class with Sue screaming down our necks."
San smiled, giggling a bit at Brittany's comment about coach Sylvester "I'm glad you came with, too, Britt." She rubbed the back of Brittany's hand with her thumb before reverting her eyes to the other customers dining in at the restaurant. Shamefully, she took her napkin and hid their hands under it.
Brittany's coy smile fell a bit but, she allowed it, she was happy to just have Santana's hand in her own.
The next day at school, Brittany started out okay but after having to spend Glee club with Artie frowning at her all block she began to feel worse about it - despite Santana's attempt of cheering her up yesterday.
In the hall, after class Santana stopped by Brittany's locker; her smile bright and her deep chocolate brown eyes shimmering.
"Hey, Britt-Britt. Meet me in the choir room after homeroom?" Brittany smiled, nodding. "Okay."
"Great!" Santana smirked, leaning in for a quick hug before walking off.
Once the time rolled around, Brittany was a bit nervous. Santana didn't explain what she had planned earlier and frankly her current breakup with Artie was giving her anxiety about almost anything and everything. She got there early and was alone in the room, except for the piano player. She leaned up against the piano, waiting for Santana's arrival.
"Hey, sorry I'm late." Santana called as she came into the room, setting her stuff down in one of the red chairs on the risers. "I got held up." She smiled, turning back to meet Brittany at the piano. "Feeling any better? You still looked down earlier today in the hall."
"I'm so sad, like a sad little panda." Brittany frowned, looking down at her hands as she rested them on the piano. "Well, that's why I brought you here." she said, smiling softly. Brittany peeked up at her curiously. " . . to cheer you up." Santana finished, taking her hand to lead her over to the red chairs. "I've been going through that Rumours album that Mr. Shue assigned for us, and I found the perfect song that really goes one step past Landslide in expressing my feelings for you." sitting Brittany down in the chair she took a step back, facing her. " . . my private feelings." she whispered.
"What about him?" Brittany mused, looking at the pianist with a sort of confused gaze. "He's just furniture . . sorry, no offense." Santana reverted to the man before looking back at Brittany with a smile. The pianist shrugged, taking no offense.
"Hit it." She commanded softly before beginning to belt out a smooth version of Fleetwood Mac's, Songbird.