A/N: Thanks for the feedback! This chapter is so cheesy it almost hurt to write it but it just happened. There will be more drama later on and I'll bring in more characters. Any reviews/suggestions are welcome!


Santana's alarm went off and she switched it off before it could wake Brittany, who was lying next to her. She was snoring lightly and it made Santana smile. She slipped out of bed, careful not to make a noise. Once downstairs, she started making breakfast, as promised. Carrying a tray with pancakes and syrup, Santana went back into her room. Brittany was awake and sitting up.

'You made pancakes!' Brittany sounded so excited.

'I told you I would,' Santana replied with a smile, placing the tray in front of Brittany.

'I never stick around long enough for breakfast but no one else would have made me any anyway.' This made Santana feel so sad all of a sudden.

'How could anyone let you go? I never make breakfast but it made you stay,' Santana realised what she said and instantly wished she could take it back. She sounded so needy. Santana Lopez doesn't make girls breakfast, what was she doing? She was about to say something but Brittany's lips interrupted her. It was a really soft, sweet kiss that didn't last too long. The girls looked at each other.

'What is this, San?' Brittany broke the silence.

'What do you mean?' Santana had a feeling she knew what was coming.

'Us.' The word sent shivers down Santana's spine and she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

'I... uh, I don't know. I just know I'd like to see you again. Maybe you could give me your number.' Santana had just put herself out there. She just wanted to kick herself. This could only end badly. What was it about Brittany? Why was she special?

'I'd love to see you again.' Santana felt her spine tingle again. Brittany jotted her number on a small piece of paper. 'Here, there's my number.' Santana smiled at Brittany and took the paper. Brittany rose out of bed reluctantly, stretched and dressed in yesterday's clothes. She bent down to kiss Santana's cheek.

'I guess I'll see you soon then.' She was out the door before Santana even recovered from the kiss. She considered running after the blonde but she was still in her underwear. Besides, she didn't run after people. They chased her. Santana quickly typed Brittany's number in her phone. Damn! She had work in an hour. She bolted to the bathroom and got ready in record time, slamming the door behind her. Soon she was at the office. She was an accountant, she sighed at the thought. She never really wanted to be stuck in an office. Singing on stage was a much more appealing career in her eyes but she'd never got there. The job had its perks, like free coffee, a secretary and an office to herself.

A knock on the door woke her from her daydream about Brittany.

'Come in!' She didn't sound too happy. It was just Tina, her secretary, with coffee, mail and even a donut.

'Oh, thanks Tina!' The girl looked at her in surprise.

'Someone's in a good mood! Finally got yourself a girlfriend?' Tina knew she crossed the line but she was curious.

'I don't know, I mean no. No, I don't do relationships.' With that, Tina left her alone. Santana suddenly wanted to call Brittany, or at least text her.

'Hey Britt, it's Santana!' no, maybe 'Hey blondie, when can we meet again? - Santana?' Santana literally typed out dozens of texts, pressing delete after each one. In the end she simply texted 'Britt, this is San' using the nickname Brittany had given her. A few seconds later her phone buzzed. 'Hi, I thought you'd never text. I have your number now, cool x' There was a kiss at the end and Santana's stomach flipped.

Santana finally left work at five and decided she'd call Brittany. She clicked call and waited. After a couple of rings, Brittany picked up.

'Hey, Santana!' Brittany sounded genuinely pleased to hear from Santana.

'Hi, I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee, or drinks or something. Whenever, you know, if you're free and then we can, you know, meet again like we said...' Santana was rambling and she blushed at her own attempt to sound breezy.

'Sure, San. Why not tonight? Let's meet at Sam's. Do you know where it is?' Sam's was Santana favourite café.

'Of course I know Sam's, it's my favourite place! See you there at seven?' It was meant to be a statement but it sounded more like a question.

'See you at seven.' Brittany hung up, leaving Santana grinning like an idiot. She was seeing Brittany again!

Santana went home and jumped straight into the shower, hoping to relax. It worked but when she got out she started panicking. She had to find a perfect outfit. Sam's was a ten minute walk from Santana's place so she still had lots of time left but she was so nervous. Sam's was a casual café so Santana picked dark skinny jeans and a graphic tee with the Eiffel Tower on it. She chose a pair of black heels; no one wanted to dress too casually for a date! A date... she repeated the word out loud. Was this a date? After making sure her hair and make up was perfect, she left.

Santana arrived at Sam's and Brittany was already there. It was before seven so they were both early.

'Hope you didn't wait for too long. Hey!' Brittany turned around to face Santana.

'Oh, hi! I only just got here.' That was a lie. She stood up to greet Santana and hugged her. It was Santana who kissed the other girl's cheek this time. Brittany was also wearing skinny jeans and Santana felt instant relief. Once seated, they looked over the menu. A waiter approached the table.

'What can I get you ladies?' the young boy asked.

'I'll have a hot chocolate, please,' Brittany announced. Santana sniggered.

'What? It's late.' Brittany faked hurt.

'I'll have a hot chocolate too,' Santana replied.

'Awesome, with or without whipped cream?' The guy was scribbling the order on his notepad.

'With.' They replied in unison.

'I'll go and sort those out for you right away.' And the waiter was gone.

'I thought hot chocolate was funny,' Brittany teased.

'It just that I thought it was adorable for you to pick hot chocolate.' Santana just called Brittany adorable. Cringe.

'You know, I never imagined you would be so... sweet on a date.' Brittany had just called her sweet and admitted they were on a date. Santana felt butterflies for the first time in a long time. She was definitely blushing now.

'What you saw at the bar yesterday, that was drunk and lonely Santana. It's just that yesterday was a tough day for me and I had to go out and forget everything.'

'What happened? You wanna talk about it?' Brittany sounded so caring and Santana couldn't resist.

'My ex called me. Crying. She was asking me to give her another chance and I got a bit upset.' Sure, if you call lying on the floor crying a bit upset. Santana had never told anyone about her past relationships.

'I'm sorry. She sounds like a douchebag.' Brittany commented in total seriousness and Santana couldn't help smiling.

'Yeah, she cheated on me. I thought she was the one and I know that sounds so cheesy. I never expected her to hurt me like that. That was the day I made a pact with myself not to date anyone ever again.' Brittany didn't know what to say and looked down at her hands.

'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you all this. This is what the pact did to me. It made me forget how to behave on dates.' Santana put the emphasis on dates to let Brittany know this was definitely a date.

'No, I'm glad you told me. I feel like I know you better now. Besides, you're not alone. A similar thing happened to me. My ex cheated on me and I swore I'd never date again but here I am.' Brittany reached over and gave Santana's hand a reassuring squeeze. Both girls remained silent and the waiter returned with the hot chocolates.

'Sorry about the wait, here you go!'

'Thanks,' Brittany said cheerfully. Santana tried to speak but couldn't.

'About time,' she finally managed, once the boy had disappeared. Brittany smiled. The mood was lightened and the atmosphere was more relaxed. The next hour passed quickly and was filled with laughter. It was almost nine and Sam's was closing soon.

'Guess it's time to go.' Santana sounded disappointed.

'You could come over to mine for a couple of drinks.' Santana considered the idea. She didn't have any clients scheduled for tomorrow so missing work wasn't a problem.

'Okay, did you come by car?' Brittany nodded. Both girls got into the car.

'I don't live too far but I figured I'd be too tired to walk home.' The car journey was silent after that and this reminded Santana of last night. Last night. The memory was slightly blurred by the alcohol but still made Santana smile. The car pulled up and Brittany got out, walking around to open the door for Santana. The gesture made her feel butterflies again. It was a small gesture but so sweet.

'It's not the most impressive place. Certainly not as impressive like your apartment but it's cosy.' Brittany explained while the lift travelled up.

'I'm sure it's awesome.'

Brittany opened the front door, letting Santana go in first. It wasn't big, it wasn't modern but Santana instantly felt at home.

'Wow. It's so homely! I love it!' Santana was being serious.

'Glad you like it. Wait till you meet Lord Tubbington!' Santana looked really confused.

'Who's that?' she looked at Brittany.

'Oh, he's my cat!' As if he had heard their conversation, the huge cat strolled out to greet Brittany. She ruffled his fur and started talking to him.

'Look! We have a new friend. She's called Santana!' Santana stroked the cat briefly.

'Drinks! What would you like? How about some white wine?'

'Sure, I'll have a glass.' Santana sat down in the living room, looking around. There were quite a few pictures of Brittany dotted around the room but one in particularly caught Santana's eye. It was a picture of Brittany with her arm around a short brunette girl. They were both smiling, eyes locked on each other. Santana wondered if this was Brittany's ex. Just the Brittany brought the glasses into the room.

'Here ya go.' Santana thanked Brittany and just stared ahead.

'You okay?' Brittany sounded concerned.

'Yeah, don't worry! I'm fine,' Santana said, leaning over to plant a kiss on Brittany's lips. It was loving kiss with a hint of anger and sadness. Santana instantly hated the girl in that photo. She had hurt Brittany and that was not okay. She wanted to make everything alright for Brittany. Just kiss the wound better. Brittany looked a bit surprised at first but soon got into the kiss. It got a bit more heated and soon Brittany was lying on top of Santana on the couch. Santana wished they could have slowed down. She wanted this moment to last forever but couldn't stop. Brittany was already tugging at the hem of Santana's shirt and Santana was unbuttoning Brittany's jeans. Santana's shirt was off and Brittany's jeans were half off.

'Wait.' Santana said suddenly.

'What's wrong?' Brittany sat up and put her arm around Santana's shoulder.

'Nothing's wrong, I just don't want to rush into things. I know what happened last night but I thought that would be the end of this and since we're kinda seeing each other now, I was wondering if we could slow down.' Santana really hoped she hadn't hurt Brittany's feelings.

'Oh, okay. You're right, I got carried away. I'm sorry for rushing you into this,' Brittany sounded upset.

'No, Britt! I just don't want to mess things up. I actually care about you and I haven't cared about anyone for such a long time. It's been three years, Britt. You're the first person who makes me laugh, who makes me feel butterflies in my stomach in three years. I want to make this count. I know it's early but we could have something amazing.' Santana could hardly believe she was said these things out loud. This didn't sound like Santana Lopez.

'I thought you didn't want to be with me anymore. I care about you too and you're full of surprises. I thought we were only going to have a fling but this has already been so much more for me. If I'm honest, I can't understand how this could happen. We've only known each other for a day.' Brittany had shared just as much and Santana just hugged Brittany. Santana kissed Brittany's forehead and before she knew it they were both asleep, safe in each other's arms.