Disclaimer/ Own Glee I do not, stupid one. =]

Buaha. So this chapter was relatively fun to write. Still proud I can make Brittany as close as I can to Brittany lol. So yay slight fluff. Not really a lot, actually. But, I'm thinking more fluffiness will soon follow. Maybe some more if you ask for it -wink wink-

The cool thing about Rachel being on Broadway, and knowing fellow music lovers, she knew of some great Club choices. They weren't the trashy underground alcohol and drug clubs, but the lounge-like pleasantries and actual dancing. Not just that ass-to-crotch bullshit people called dancing. (Although that kind of 'dancing' was fun at times.)

So that's how I found myself in the club I currently occupy. Instead of tables, there were sofas with coffee table sin front of them, but they were the nice, velvet red couches that I for some reason adored. There was a simple stage with the band on it, much like there had been at the restaurant I had met Brittany in. In front of it was, of course, a very large dance floor where people were having fun being crazy and enjoying themselves. Quinn and Rachel entered in front of me, hand in hand, and headed for a vacant couch. My hand was laced with Brittany's. It had been for every moment it was free. Brittany didn't seem to mind though. And I guess I really didn't either, but I'm not going to lie and say I didn't find the girl a little strange.

As I went to follow Rachel and Quinn, I found myself being tugged by Brittany towards the floor. I followed as she worked her way through the crowd and then turned to face me, smiling that smile I had come to adore. I chuckled as she took the lead in the dance, leading me through the steps she seemed to be more or less just making up. It worked with the up-tempo song anyway, and I was catching on soon enough.

We had only made half of the song when it ended and switched to something slow and rhythmic. Couples closed in together and just swayed. I saw Quinn and Rachel dancing off to the side, arms wrapped around each other and sharing loving pecks. I had always honestly been a little jealous of the two. Every since their coming out to the junior class, they had been inseparable. And they looked so in-love whenever they saw each other. I had never had that sot of thing. I guess I had never looked for it. In high school I had Puck, but he was more a friends with benefits.

I guess it made sense to say that even Rachel and Quinn were unsure of my sexuality. I was, too, honestly. I guess I was so busy with work and college that I never spent the time thinking about it. But as I look away from Rachel and Quinn, I feel Brittany shift her grip on my waist, pressing our fronts together and smiling down at me. At first, I hesitated, before I shifted my own grip around her neck and rested my head on her shoulder.

"You're a cuddle person, aren't you Brittany?" I managed to joke, voice quiet so as to not let the people around us have a good hearing of our conversation. Brittany just shrugged and rested her chin on the top of my head.

"Sometimes. I just like you, though." She admitted as if it was no big deal.

Huh? That was a totally platonic use of the word 'like', right? I pulled my head away from her shoulder and looked up at her, brows furrowed. "Huh?" Well that sounded dumb of me. I hadn't misheard her. But that wasn't something you just told someone you barely knew.

"I like you. You're pretty and you're a really good dancer."

"Uh…"

"Do you not like me?" she asked, face falling slightly. I blinked, unsure of how to respond. She seemed like a great girl and a really great person. But did I 'like' her? I had to admit that her eyes often rendered me speechless, and her smile was infectious. And when I thought of her, it wasn't in the same regards as I thought of everyone else. But as the idea crawled into my head, I imagined what it would be like to like her. Kissing her, holding hands, cuddling—I stopped myself from thinking any further then that.

Did I even have time to commit to a relationship? Surely I did. I was busy, yeah, but I had a lot of free time at times too. Rachel was on Broadway, and she seemed to have all sorts of time for Quinn. I glanced at them, happily dancing away and then turned back to Brittany. I had just admitted I was always jealous of the two girlfriends. And I didn't mind the idea of dating a girl. And Brittany was nice enough, and I could see myself with her.

I bit my lip. Throwing all caution out the window, I just smiled lightly and shook my head. "No, I like you too."

Her worried face immediately brightened up and she smiled. My own worries lightening just at her energy and enthusiasm. She squeezed me in a hug and then pulled back again to smile down at me. But her expression was contemplating. She looked between my eyes and my lips and I swallowed quietly as it registered what she was thinking.

"Can I kiss you?"

Even if I had known, I wasn't ready for her to out-right ask to. I felt my heartbeat accelerating and my ears burned. I found myself nodding very lightly, though, eyes fixed on her lips; the corner of her bottom lip pinned between her teeth. She smiled as she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.

Do you ever get that feeling in your lips when they get numb and all you can feel is a tingling sensation? Like after you put on Motherpucker, that lip-plumper? Well my lips started to feel like that and I found the sensation intriguing. She didn't press the kiss into anything more passionate, but we stayed like that for what felt like hours. When she pulled back, I opened my eyes. She was biting on her lip again; though she was smiling.

"That was nice." She stated. I nodded and was slightly relieved when the music changed again and it was something you could dance to. I took the incentive this time and took the lead in the dance. It was a two-stepping song, but I knew how to dance well enough to add in twists and turns here and there. She enjoyed it, though, and was giggling happily when I would twist her away and back into my arms. The song was a lot of fun, I had to admit, so it seemed like it had only been a little bit when the song ended and me and Brittany were left panting slightly.

And then, what would come on next but a salsa song? I heard Rachel and Quinn chorus my name. I rolled my eyes. Just because I was Latina? Ah, who was I kidding? Salsa and Tango were my two favorite types of dancing anyway. I smiled at Brittany and she smiled knowingly back. I felt a hand on my shoulder as Rachel and Quinn forced their way to my side. I looked to them and smiled.

"Quinn's been trying to teach me some of the salsa you taught her. We're going to try it! You have to do it to. Brittany, can you salsa?" I looked at Brittany, and she squeezed my hand. She nodded, smiled at me and then winked. I winked back.

The rest of the night, I had to admit, was one of the best nights I had had in a long time.

-Wink wink-