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"Okay, I can't wait to see you… Bye Quinn." I looked up from the floor of my closet to see an ecstatic looking Rachel. It made me smile to see how happy she was. I mean she's always happy, but not this happy. She smiled too, and flopped down on the floor to sit next to me. "Britt, what are you doing in here on the floor?" Isn't it obvious?

"I'm trying to find something to wear for tonight, but it seems like I have no clothes. When was the last time I went shopping?" That's odd, I can't remember the last time I couldn't remember not going shopping. But things are kind of crazy right now. Everybody wants to be all up in my grill about Santana and I. So I can't really go out in public.

"I don't know, maybe two weeks ago." Rachel said looking up into the air like she could see an answer. Maybe she could, so I looked up too. But, I didn't see anything except the ceiling. "Oh I know!" I was still looking up, I don't know why; I guess I fell into a light daydream. "Britt… what's up there?" She asked while looking back up, trying to see what I see.

I shook my head to rid myself of the trance I was in. "I don't know, you were looking up there, so I started looking up there… You said you know. Know what?" I asked while looking at her curiously.

"Oh, um, how about I go out and find you something to wear? I mean I need an outfit too, so I could just go for the both of us!" She looked excited, too excited. Rachel, doesn't really have the best sense of fashion, but she knows me well enough to know what I like.

Hmm? I'm still not sure that's a good idea, she's creeping me out with that smile. It looks like her face is going to crack. "Uh, are you sure that's a good idea?" Her smile lessened a little.

"Yea… yep. I've never been surer!" Okay, I still think she's a bit too excited, but whatever. I just need some clothes. I get up from my spot on the floor in search of my purse. "Where are you going?" She asked.

"I'm getting my card, so you can get me an outfit."

"So you're going to let me get you something?" I could hear the excitement in her voice. Ok, seriously what is her deal?

"Rachel, what the hell are you so happy about? You're starting to scare me." I said while grabbing my purse and fishing for my wallet.

"Because… Do you know what this means?" I paused my actions to think. What does this mean?... What is she even talking about? I just shake my head, and continue my search. "Brittany do you realize that what you are going to wear tonight is all on me?" Uh yea that's kind of the point of her going out to pick out my outfit.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that." Oh, found it! I opened my wallet and handed her the card. "Here, could you find me a dress, a light blue one preferably." She just looked at me ignoring my outstretched arm. What now?

"Why does the color matter?" Why is she giving me that stupid smirk?

"Because, the blue on the dress will bring out my eyes. Duh! But, it can't just be any blue, make sure it's light blue." Her smirk soon turned into that creeper smile she was wearing when we were in the closet. "What? Why are you smiling at me like that?" She just playfully snatched the card away, and walked past me.

She stopped when she was at the door. "I don't think Ms. Lopez will be paying too much attention to your eyes." Huh?

"What's that supposed to mean?" She just winked, and headed out the front door. I do one nice thing for her and she starts playing mind games. Ugh!

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I'm sitting here, rather awkwardly, waiting for my doorbell to ring. I take yet another glance at the clock. 6:45. Santana still isn't here. I know she said 7:00, but she should be here by now, maybe she's not coming. I drop my head at the thought of her standing me up. I knew she wouldn't show. Then again, why do I care?

I could hear light footsteps coming from the kitchen. I quickly jump to my feet. Why? I don't know. It was only Rachel anyway. She was looking at herself in her compact mirror. "Okay, so I just talked to Quinn, and she said-"She cut herself off at the sight of me. Do I look that bad? I knew I shouldn't have curled my hair. I probably look like a poodle. "Britt, you look…"

"Horrible? I know." I could feel my cheeks growing red from the embarrassment.

"No, actually I was going to say hot… really hot. You were right, that blue does bring out your eyes." She gave me a warm smile, and walked over to me to fix one of my curls. "There, now you look perfect."

"Thanks Rache. You look nice too."

Ding Dong.

I snapped my head to the door. Oh shit! I looked back to Rachel, she just smiled at me and went for the door. Why am I so nervous? It feels like Jason is on the other side waiting to chop my head off with his… big knife? But, when Rachel swung the door open, what I saw definitely wasn't Jason.

It was Santana… of course. Who else would it be? She looked stunning in that black dress. It stopped way above her knees. But, it was low enough to leave you wondering, and those heels! They were just right. I could see the muscle in her leg flex with every movement she made. It was such a turn-

Seriously? Why can't I think of something else? Like maybe how I should stop staring at her like some damn pervert and say something. I opened my mouth to say 'hi', but I noticed she wasn't looking at me. Well she wasn't looking at my eyes. Instead she was searching me up and down. In a manner similar to the way I was just looking at her.

"Ahem." Quinn came out of nowhere. "Rachel are you ready to go?" I tore my gaze away from Santana, I forgot Rachel had been standing there.

"Oh, yea. I'm ready." She moved closer to Quinn and took her hand. "Have fun you two, and Britt, I told you so." She said in a sing song voice. She gave me a wink and disappeared into Quinn's car.

"What was she talking about?" Santana asked. I'm so going to kill Rachel when I get home tonight.

"Nothing, she just said that you two would be here at the same time, and I said you wouldn't… But look you guys both showed up at the same time." What? That was really fucking lame. I'm usually good at making up lies. What the hell is so different about tonight?

"Oh, uh ok… Well you look… nice." She said nervously. I could feel my cheeks grow red as I gave her a shy smile. Since when did I become such a girl? She's throwing me off my game. "No, what I meant to say was you look beautiful, really… That dress brings out your eyes." She said while averting her eyes away from me. Ha! I told Rachel! I knew she would notice!

With that, I had the biggest smile on my face. "You look beautiful too, and I really like your shoes… they're um… they work for you." She smiled back at me, and stretched her hand out for me to take it. I did, gladly so.

We walked outside hand in hand. Oh, she brought the limo. I could see our chauffer standing beside the car waiting for us. At the sight of us, he quickly moved to the back door, but was stopped by Santana. "It's okay, I got it." The man gave her a puzzled look before he nodded his head and made his way to the driver's side.

Santana opened the door and motioned for me to get in. I smiled at the nice gesture. She was always being so kind and… gentlewomanly? Towards me. No one ever opened doors for me, or pulled out my chair, or gave me nice compliments… Well not if it wasn't their job.

I smiled at her and got in. Soon after she followed. I was expecting her to sit on the other side of the limo. But, no she sat right next to me. Not that I'm complaining or anything, I just wasn't expecting her to do that.

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We've been in here for a really long time, and it's silent, too silent. Well this isn't weird at all. I try to look out the window, but because of the dark tint I can't see out. Where are we going anyways? "Santana?" She looked over to me with raised eyebrows. "Where are we going?"

It took her a minute to answer. I think she was thinking about answer. "It's a surprise." She stated with a smile.

"I don't like surprises." Not true, I love surprises, but I really want to know where she's taking me.

"Well, my sources tell me that you love surprises." She said through her smile.

I smiled back. "What sources?" Who would possibly know a small, unimportant detail, such as that one, about me?

"I don't know, everyone likes surprises. So I figured you would too." Her smile slowly began to disappear. "Wait. Was I wrong?" It's cute how worked up she's getting over nothing.

I let out a light chuckle before replying. "No, your 'sources' just so happen to be really legit… I love surprises." She smile slowly crept back onto her face.

"Okay, great, because I think you'll like what I have planned." I'm pretty sure I would, like whatever she had planned. I don't care what we do, as long as I get to be- I really shouldn't finish that thought. "What are you thinking about?" She asked.

I didn't have a chance to respond, because the limo began to come to a slow stop, and our chauffer was soon opening the door. Santana got out first and I was right behind her. I gave a small smile to the man that had driven us here, before he closed the door and got back in the limo.

I took a minute to look around. Wow. With my eyes pretty much bulging out of my head, and my mouth slightly open, I could only imagine how ridiculously impressed I looked. How did she know?

There in front of me was my absolute favorite restaurant, Carlos. It wasn't exactly the place where celebrities went, but my dad used to bring me here all the time before… everything happened. But, how did she even know this place existed? There are probably thousands of restaurants here in California, what made her choose this one?

"Santana, how did you-"Just then I saw a short Italian man making his way out of the restaurant towards us. My face immediately broke into a smile. "CARLOS!" I felt like a little girl again, as I power walked, well basically ran, to him.

"Brittany!" He exclaimed. We met each other in the middle, and he pulled me into a hug. "How, have you been? I haven't seen you in such a long time." I couldn't help how happy I felt. Just seeing Carlos made me feel like… like… my old self again.

"I've been, good. I'm a big actress now." I said that because I know he probably still doesn't watch American movies. "How are you?"

"I'm doing very well, business is great. You said you're an actress? What happen to your dream of becoming a dancer? I remember every time you came here with your father that's all you would talk about." He asked with a smile.

I just kind of brushed him of by shaking my head. I felt a hand on the midsection of my back. I turned around and was met with a warm smile and big brown eyes. "Oh, Carlos, this is Santana. Santana this is Carlos." They smile at each other, and he pulled her into a tight embrace.

"So you're the girl who, I talked to on the phone." He said while pulling away from her. She just nodded her head shyly. Carlos turned his attention back to me. "She booked this whole place, just for you?" I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders. Did she book this whole place for me?

"Yea… I did." I looked over to her she was staring at the river nearby… blushing.

Carlos looked from her to me, then back to her and then me. He did this about five more times before his face broke out into one of those Rachel Berry creeper smiles, and led us into the restaurant. Everything looked the same. Not one thing out of place. I can't believe Santana thought of my absolute favorite place to go on a first date.

I mean, really how had she known? "Here we are." I heard Carlos say. I took a minute to look at where he had led us, because I wasn't really paying attention before. Well, I was, but I wasn't. Does that make sense? I gasped at the sight of it… My table, no our table, the one my dad and I would sit at every time we came here.

It was outside on the patio, with the best view of the river. Carlos made sure no one sat at this specific table but us. Immediately memories of my dad began to flood my head. I could feel the tears threating to come out. No I can't cry. Not now.

"Britt, are you ok? What's wrong?" I looked to Santana she looked so worried, and scared. "We don't have to stay we can leave."

"No." Carlos and I both said in unison. She gave him a confused look. I blinked and I felt the tears fall down my cheek. "I'm just really happy you brought me here." She gave me a small smile before walking towards me, and wiping my tears away. Could she be any more perfect?

"Okay." She walked over to the table, and pulled a chair out for me, and motioned for me to sit down. I walked over and took my seat. Then she walked around the table to sit in front of me. She looked at me and smiled before she focused her attention on Carlos.

"Oh, um… So I'll be back in a moment to take you ladies orders." He said before he left.

Santana watched him leave, before she took a glance at me. When she saw that I was staring at her she focused her attention on the river. "This is beautiful. I can't believe I've never been here before."

"This isn't really a place that celebrities, such as yourself, would come to." I said while positioning my head on my hand and staring blankly out at the river. "Santana, can I ask you something?" This question has been bugging me from the minute we arrived here.

"You can ask me anything you want." Was her reply.

"How did you know, about this place? I mean how did you know to bring me here?" I was now looking at her and she was looking back at me. She opened her mouth to speak-

"Here, you ladies go." Carlos said, while putting two drinks on the table.

"Strawberry lemonade, my favorite! I can't believe you remembered that." I said while smiling up at him.

"How could I forget? You were always my favorite customer." He said smiling back at me. "I wasn't sure what you would like to drink…" He said to Santana. "because being the great host that I am, I forgot to ask you. But something tells me you will like my mystery blend…. Everybody does."

"Ahem." That would be everybody except me.

"Well, everybody except Brittany. She's, special." He said.

Santana gave him a small smile, and mumbled a 'thank-you' before he took our order. I ordered spaghetti and Santana ordered the same, because she had never eaten here before so she just got what I got.

"So this is your table, huh?" Santana asked while looking between me and the table. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. How did she know that? It was already weird enough she even knew about this place, but she knows about the table too?

"How did you know?"

She looked up at me and gave me a smirk. "I told you, I have my sources." Those must be some damn good sources. "Hey Britt, whose John?" My heart skipped a beat at that question. Why did she? How did she?

"Santana… John was my, no is my dad." She looked up at me and stared blankly into my eyes. What made her ask that? How did she know his name? "What made you ask that? How did you know about my table? And how do you know about this place?" I'm starting to freak out a little, how did she know all of this personal information about me, without me telling her.

"Ok, one question at a time… Look." She said pointing to the table. I leaned over to her side to see what she was pointing at… Oh, I forgot about that. It was a heart that said 'John and Britt's table'. I forgot Carlos let us carve that on the side of the table.

So that explains how she knows my dad's name, and that this is my table, but... "I wanted this night to be really special, you know without the paparazzi, or any other annoying distraction. I know this whole thing." She said while motioning her hand in between us. "Is just a publicity stunt, but I like you, Brittany… You're special, and I wanted this night to be special for you. So I called Rachel and asked her what your favorite place was. She told me about this place, and here we are." She looked nervous. "Im sorry if I crossed a line, or overstepped any boundaries."

"Oh, no." I said waving my hands at her. "This place means a lot to me, and I haven't been here in forever. I'm glad you brought me here. That was really sweet of you." I didn't want her to think bringing me here was a mistake, because this place made me feel like… me again. "And you don't have to apologize. I know this is technically a 'fake' date, but it has to be, hands down, the best date I've ever been on, and we haven't even started eating yet." She chuckled a little bit, and I gave her a warm smile.

"Ta-Dah!" Carlos said while sitting two plates of spaghetti in front of Santana and I. "I hope you ladies enjoy, just give me a call if you need anything." We both smiled at him and nodded before he left.

We ate in a comfortable silence. I just wanted to admire the beauty of our surroundings. I really did miss this place. Santana seemed to be doing the same, but she took the occasional glances at me.

"Britt can I ask you something?"

"Mmhm" I said with a mouth full of spaghetti.

"Are you and your dad close?" My mouth suddenly became dry all of a sudden. So dry until the point where I couldn't even swallow the food that was in my mouth. I had to take a sip of my lemonade to make the food go down. Yuck.

"Uh… um, can we not talk about that right now?" I didn't want to talk about that with her. I wasn't ready to talk about that with her.

She nervously shifted in her seat. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's fine. You're just curious that's all, but this night has been really perfect so far, and I don't want to ruin it with my not so perfect past. So could we just not talk about that?" She looked up at me and nodded her head.

"So, what's your favorite color?" She asked. I looked at her confusingly, because I wanted her to change the subject, but that was really random. "I just want to know more about you without having to ask your best friend."

I smile. "I like turquoise. You?"

"Purple. Favorite TV show?" She asked. I like this game.

"Um, right now, it's Pretty Little liars. What about yours?"

"Grey's Anatomy. Favorite thing to do?"

Our night pretty much went on like this, us, getting to know each other. It was nice to have someone who actually wanted to get to know me, like the real actual me. Santana wasn't like everybody else she wanted to know the small details. For some odd reason I found myself trying to find out little things about her as well.

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"Okay bye Carlos." I said while waving goodbye to him.

"Bye, Brittany and Santana! Come back really soon!"

"We will." But it wasn't me who said this, it was Santana. We will? I snapped my head to her.

"Really?" I asked. I know I could always come back on my own, but having Santana around just made me happy, really happy. I'd never had a friend like her.

"Yep." She said to me. "As often as you'd like." I'm pretty sure I was giving her that Rachel Berry creeper smile that I hated so much, but I couldn't help it. "Okay, see you later Carlos." She waved to him and opened the door for me to get into the limo.

Once we were traveling back to my house I began to doze off. I hadn't realized how tired I was. I felt myself nodding off. Then I heard some quiet chuckles coming from beside me. I turned to look at Santana. She had her head tilted and was looking at me adoringly. I shifted nervously. "What?"

"Nothing, you just look really cute… If you're tired you can lay on my shoulder." I'm glad she offered because for some odd reason I'm just really tired. I gave her a small smile and leaned in closer to her. I put my head on her shoulder. Has she always smelt this good?

I feel her put her arm around me, and lay her head on top of mine. She's really warm. A lazy smile spread across my face before I drift off to sleep.

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"Britt… wake up." Santana whispered to me. I pried my eyes open. Everything seemed kind of blurry at first.

"Where are we?" I asked while looking around.

"We're at you house. Well technically we're in a limo, in your driveway." Oh. I wipe the sleep out of my eyes, and unbuckle my seatbelt.

"Ok, well I had a really nice time tonight, and next time it will be me who treats you." She smiled, and unbuckled her seatbelt too. "I'll try to make you feel as half as good as you made me feel." I leaned in to give her a hug.

"Let me walk you to your door."

"Okay."

She opened up the door, and got out. I could see she was looking at my house. What was it? I stepped out of the limo, and saw what she was seeing. Ugh! What a good way to end a perfect night. Just my fucking luck.

There, sitting on my front door step holding a bouquet of roses, flowers that I don't even like, was Sam. Great, just fucking great!

I hope you guys enjoyed their first date. There will be many more to come so stay tuned, and yea, don't forget to review!