Hello everybody! Thank you so much for all the favorites, follows and reviews! This story has surpassed 100 follows, so shout out to littleb22 for being the 100th follower :) This chapter is very important as you can imagine because it's the moment Santana and Brittany have been waiting for; their first date. Shoutout to Chuckleshan for being awesome and sharing feedback ! So I hope you enjoy! Here is Chapter 7 of High Stakes.

Chapter 7

Brittany finished her breakfast and waited for Santana to be done as well. Once the brunette had emptied her plate, she stood up and hugged her goodbye.

"I can't wait for you to call me."

"I can't wait for you to say yes to our date." Santana replied.

"Who told you I'll say yes?" Brittany poked her tongue out.

Damn that tongue. If only she could lick my- what am I talking about? Get it together, Lopez.

Santana blushed and chuckled.

"Hmm…well then I guess I have to plan out a perfect date and that way you won't be able to say no."

"I guess so. Good luck with that." Brittany winked and was gone moments later.

Santana got up and made her way towards the reception.

"Tina, please call Mr. Hummel for me."

"Right away, Ms. Lopez."

Tina dialed Kurt's office phone number and a couple of rings later, his secretary Mercedes linked her boss to the call.

As soon as Tina heard Kurt's voice, she passed the phone to Santana.

"Kurt Hummel speaking."

"Lady Hummel, how's it hanging?"

"Satan, did you miss me already?"

"You'd wish." Santana chuckled. "I'm calling to ask a favor actually."

"Oh already begging for favors? I wonder what I could possible help you with..." Kurt teased.

"I think you already know, but could you maybe swing by the hotel and we can grab a cup of coffee and talk about it?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Kurt said in a chirpy voice. "I'll be there in 15 minutes."

"Cool, I will be waiting."

Fifteen minutes later, Blaine was opening Kurt's 1948 Buick Roadmaster convertible door for him.

"Hello, Sir. Have a great time at the Lopez Hotel and Casino Resort."

"Mm I didn't know Santana had such good eye candy working for her. What's your name, hot stuff?"

"Um…Blaine Devon Anderson, Sir." Blaine replied cautiously.

"Well then, Blaine Devon Anderson. It's a great pleasure to eat you…I-I mean meet you. I'm Kurt Hummel." Kurt stumbled over his own words.

Blaine giggled.

"The pleasure's all mine, Mr. Hummel."

"Please, call me Kurt. Only my lawyer calls me Mr. Hummel and I have asked him a million times to call me Porcelain instead."

Blaine didn't know what to say to all this. Kurt obviously had a bubbling personality and he definitely was attracted to him. He wouldn't admit that when the gay cabaret owner passed through him, he checked his ass out but he totally did and all he had to say was wow. That was one cute butt.

Kurt seemed to have mutual feelings for the valet parking boy. His eyes were to die for and the glow on them mesmerized him.

As he walked past the entrance of the hotel, he immediately spotted his new business partner.

"Satan, two times in a day! I'm guessing what you want must be really important."

"Ugh, shut it lady. I just wanted to ask you a couple of questions."

"Oh oh. That sounds concerning. Should I be worried about my physical well-being?"

Santana smirked.

"Don't apply logic to Lopez, my friend. You might end up with some stitches when you walk out of this hotel."

"Well I love me some spanking." Kurt winked.

"Ugh, gross. Violent images are running through my head right now. Thanks for the visual, Hummel."

"Okay, so what did you want me for?" the boy finally asked.

Santana seemed to hesitate and looked around her, wary that all her employees were on the ground floor and anyone could hear in on their conversation.

"Not here; my office. Follow me."

Santana brought Kurt to her office and poured two glasses of dark liquor for the both of them.

"Look, I know we're both very busy people and I won't drag this out. I need your help with something and it has to do with Brittany."

Kurt didn't expect Santana to ask him a favor that had to do with Brittany.

"Brittany? Oh this is splendid. Please do tell me how I could possibly help."

"Well we've been kind of hanging out lately and I happen to like her a lot and we've been saying we'll go out on a date, but now that it's time for the actual date I have no clue what it's going to be."

"And where do I fit in?" Kurt asked completely puzzled.

"Seeing as you're one of Brittany's best friends and you've known her since high school, I wanted you to let me know if Brittany likes some kind of cuisine more than others, if she is allergic to anything that I haven't already asked about, if she is afraid of heights. You know; the usual things a best friend should know."

"Oh Santana look at you! I didn't know you had it in you. Being romantic and all." Kurt gushed.

"Fuck off, Kurt. When it comes to the right girl, I make sure it's nothing less than perfect."

Santana thought of Brittany when she said the right girl and couldn't stop a smile spreading on her face.

Kurt seemed to notice.

"You must genuinely like her. I haven't heard any stories of Santana Lopez being tied down to one woman before."

"That's because I usually tie them down." Santana replied smugly.

"Touché, Lopez." Kurt smirked and they both went on into a fit of laughter.

After their laughs died down, Santana prompted him again.

"So…are you going to help me?"

"Brittany as I know her is a very simple person. She goes with the flow so I don't think she'd put much thought into it if you took her, let's say for prime rib. But I wouldn't suggest that, it's your first date after all and there's nothing perfect about oily ribs being eaten with your bare hands. I say you take her some place fancy that she wouldn't be able to afford on her own. As far as allergies, I'm not aware of anything that might have caused an allergic reaction to Britt, so I say no allergies. And heights; not afraid at all. This girl could go jump off the Eiffel Tower and say it was thrilling and exciting." Kurt chuckled.

Santana giggled. Could Brittany get any cuter?

"Swell! Thank you, Kurt. It means a lot to me that you're helping me out. I'll have to find a good way to repay the favor."

"I can think of a way for you." Kurt smiled.

"Anything, just name it."

"Blaine." Kurt blushed.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Blaine Devon Anderson."

That name reminded Santana of someone. After putting some thought into it, she finally remembered who Kurt was talking about.

"Blaine as in valet parking guy Blaine?"

Kurt nodded.

"I don't know, I think he's cute. Maybe you could put in a good word for me or give me his number."

"A good word for you? I doubt I could find any." Santana laughed.

Kurt pouted upon hearing Santana say that.

"Hey, I'm just kidding. I'll see what I can do." Santana smiled and sat down on her desk chair.

She opened up a huge folder and after scrolling through the pages for a few minutes, she finally found what she was looking for and scribbled down a number on a piece of paper.

When she was done, she handed it over to Kurt.

"Here you go. Now get the fuck out of my office." the Latina winked.

Kurt's eyes widened in disbelief and before he turned around to head out of the office, Santana spoke up again.

"Thanks again, Lady Hummel. You're not that bad after all."

Kurt simply smiled and shut the door behind him, leaving Santana alone in her office, twirling in her chair.

Brittany had been waiting for over 20 minutes by the curb for her cab to arrive. She had made a phone call from the hotel reception and still it was nowhere to be found. Blaine approached her for the fourth time, asking her if everything was alright and if she needed help hailing a cab.

"No, thank you. I've already called the taxi service. They should be coming any minute now."

Right when she was about to turn her back on Blaine again, she caught sight of a familiar piece of clothing she hadn't seen in a long time. That men's Buckskin Fieldmaster Suede Coat belonged to only one person; Kurt.

Before she could stop herself, she approached the young man. Surely enough it was Kurt.

"Unicorn! Oh my God, I can't believe you're standing right in front of me."

Kurt was taken aback by the sudden outburst, but that didn't stop him from hugging his high school best friend tight.

"Brittany Susan Pierce, is that really you?" Kurt squealed.

"In flesh and bones." Brittany grinned.

"How are you? Oh honey, we have so much catching up to do. Look I really would love to sit here and chit chat, but I'm already late to a very important business meeting. Would you like to grab a cup of tea with me some time, dear?"

"I think that'd be great, we're going to have a gas!" Brittany jumped up and down.

"Swell, I'll see you soon then. I'll get your number from Santana." Kurt winked and let Blaine help him in his car.

Blaine was clearly smitten by the young man and as soon as he closed the car door for him, leaned closer to his window and whispered.

"I hope I get to see you soon, Kurt."

Kurt smiled and drove off; leaving Blaine wondering if he'd said something wrong. Little did he know that Kurt sped away so fast only because Blaine's scent was intoxicating and causing certain parts of his body to function on their own.

A day passed and Santana couldn't stop planning her date with Brittany. Everything was set and the only thing missing was the dress she would be wearing. After a long visit to her personal dressmaker, where Santana exchanged ideas and explained what she was looking for, she finally left with a brand new dress already in the works.

The minute she entered her penthouse suite, she took the telephone and made the call she had been looking forward to for the past week.

A few rings later, Brittany picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Britt, this is Santana. I hope I'm not disturbing."

She checked the time.

12:16 pm. I don't think I did disturb, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.

"No, not at all. In fact, I was just thinking of you." the blonde confessed.

Santana arched her eyebrow.

"Really? And why were you thinking of me?" she smirked.

There was a pause on the other line that made Santana think Brittany had dropped the call.

"Britt, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. Sorry, the phone fell off my shoulder. I was painting my toe nails and I had it placed there."

"No worries. Are you getting ready to go somewhere? Big plans for tonight?"

"Nope, just me and Lord T."

Lord T? Who the fuck is that?

"Lord T?"

"Oh, yeah sorry. My cat, Lord Tubbington."

Could she be cuter?

"Hmm, would Lord Tubbs mind if I borrowed you for tonight? I have sort of made plans for the two of us tonight."

Brittany grinned on the other side of the line.

"NO! Of course not. Lord Tubbington has his own social life as well so he wouldn't mind me going out tonight. He's been seeing Sheila lately, the next door neighbor's cat, so if I leave the house he will invite her over."

And she just became ever cuter than before. God, I lov-what? No, never mind.

"Great! Should I pick you up at 7 then?"

"That sounds swell, Santana. I'll see you at 7."

"See you then,Britt."

Just when Santana was about to hang up, she heard the blonde's voice again.

"Santana, wait! I forgot to ask; what should I wear? Where are you taking me?"

Santana smiled.

"Dress to impress, Britt. Although, I'm positive that anything you decide to put will look flawless on you."

Santana could practically see Brittany's blush on the other end of the line.

"Bye Santana. See you soon."

"Bye Britt."

Game on, Lopez.

Around 5:30pm, Santana was already showered and shaved. Her long hair was wet and sticking on her naked body and Santana had received her dress from her dressmaker.

Santana decided on having side parted, wavy, long-length curls ala Veronica Lake and her makeup was glamorous and vampy. Her skin was perfect and powdered and she opted out for a red lipstick.

The Latina matched her nail polish with her lips and put on her faux eyelashes that she loved wearing. When she was done with all her hair and makeup, she reached in her closet and took out her brand new set of lace underwear and wore it, before finally putting on her brand new shiny red dress and black stilettos.

She put the finishing touches on her appearance and grabbed her purse, making her way towards her limo that was waiting outside.

A few minutes later, the Latina was outside Brittany's house, waiting for the blonde to come out. Once the door opened, Santana gasped. Standing before her was the most beautiful woman of the world.

Brittany was wearing a gorgeous golden sequin dress with high heels and a mini clutch. Her makeup was light yet elegant and her dark blue orbs were clear and breathtaking.

"I hope I didn't under dress." Brittany said and was cut short when she looked up to check what Santana was wearing.

"Wow! You look a-amazing." Brittany gasped.

"You're beautiful." Santana replied back immediately.

Both of them blushed.

Brittany walked down the last couple of steps that were separating her from the brunette and as soon as she was standing in front of her, Santana held her hand and kissed Brittany's cheek.

"I got you something."

Brittany's eyes widened.

"Santana you didn't have to. I-I didn't buy you anything and I feel terrible now."

"Don't worry about it." the Latina shushed her. "You bought me flowers, remember?"

Santana brought a small little box out of her bag and presented it to the blonde.

"What's that?" Brittany gasped.

"It's not what you think it is." Santana laughed. "Open it."

Brittany did as she was told and when she saw what was in the box, nearly let it slip out of her hands.

In the box there was a stunning golden diamond bracelet with an elegant design on it.

"Santana this is too much, I can't accept it." Brittany tried declining the gift.

"Nonsense, it's not that big of a deal. Trust me; I wanted to buy this for you."

Brittany tried giving the gift back, but Santana wasn't having any of it.

"Fine, I won't give it back." Brittany smiled warmly. "Thank you so much, it really is wonderful." she said and kissed her on the cheek.

Santana felt the heat rise on her face.

"You're welcome. So, should we get going? I have a lot of stuff planned out for tonight."

"What kind of stuff?"

"I can't tell you, it would ruin the surprise."

"Oh I love surprises!" Brittany grinned.

Adorable! How could someone not love Brittany? Wait, what? Love her? Oh well, never mind.

Santana and Brittany entered Lawry's a short while later, one of Las Vegas', if not the most, best known restaurants. Santana had made sure they were seated in a comfortable, red-velour shell-shaped booth all by themselves.

Within seconds a waiter came and took their order.

"Good evening lovely ladies. And what can I get for you?"

Brittany shrugged and let Santana order for her.

"I will have the lobster and for the lady the shrimp. And for our appetizers, bring us asparagus and mushrooms and the Lawry's salad with no dressing and extra tomatoes. Oh, and red wine; a lot of it."

"Anything else Miss?"

Santana shook her head.

"I think we're good, unless you want to add something else Britt?"

Brittany seemed to hesitate but finally spoke up.

"Could we also get the whipped cream horseradish spread on fresh baked bread dish?"

"Of course, Britt. Anything you want."

Brittany blushed.

The waiter wrote down the order and walked away.

"Thank you, ladies. Enjoy your evening."

"How did you know I like shrimp?" Brittany asked once they were alone.

Santana shrugged.

"Lucky guess. But now that I know it, I'll keep it on the back of my mind."

"And I'll remember that you like lobster, which doesn't come as a surprise to me, since you're such a lady."

It was Santana's turn to blush.

Brittany cleared her throat and prepared herself for what she was about to ask Santana.

"So, I've been dying to ask you a couple of things. Would you mind if I did it now?"

"Go ahead, shoot."

"Well first of all, how long has it been since you and Sugar broke up?"

Santana didn't expect that question at all.

"Um… I don't know. Five years ago, I think."

Brittany nodded.

"And how come she is still working for you? Isn't it awkward at times?"

Santana thought about that for a moment.

"Not really. I mean, I don't hang out that much at my own strip clubs but when I do, it's not awkward at all. We've passed the stage of awkwardness and we even joke around about our past relationship. Sugar is a good girl, honestly. She might seem a bit too forward, but her intentions are pure. She's harmless. And the girl has to pay the bills so who am I to take that from her?"

Brittany appeared to accept that and trusted that Santana was being honest with her.

"And what about the rest of your employees? Have you slept with any of them?"

Santana gulped.

Honesty is the best policy. Let it all out, Lopez.

"I'm not going to lie. I've slept with a couple of them, but they either quit a few weeks after or we never spoke of it. But I have to come clean, Brittany. It didn't mean anything with any of them, besides Sugar."

Brittany appreciated the fact that Santana wasn't lying to her and decided to push her luck a bit more.

"What about you and me? Should I be worried that all this is just a way for you to get in my pants one more time?"

Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and replied as fast as she could.

"No, Britt. This is nothing like that. I honestly like you and I don't want to hurt you like that. If I wanted to have sex with you, I wouldn't have put that much effort into all of it. I bought you that bracelet because I care about you and I think you're a genuinely beautiful person inside and out."

Brittany grinned like a fool and couldn't contain the blush that was creeping on her face.

"I think you're amazing as well, you know." she winked and they were both brought out of their own little world when the waiter brought their plates at the table.

"Bon appetite, ladies."

Brittany licked her lips and waited for Santana to make the first move towards her plate.

"Well don't just look at them, dig in." Santana chuckled.

Brittany grabbed her fork and dipped a shrimp in her accompanying dressing.

Once her lips tasted the shrimp, she let out a barely audible moan, that didn't go unnoticed by Santana. In fact, the Latina clenched her legs because of that sexy sound.

Now's not the time, Lopez.

Santana and Brittany kept eating their dinner and laughing about silly things, enjoying each other's company.

At one point, Santana couldn't hold it inside her anymore and asked Brittany what she wanted to know ever since their talk outside of the strip club.

"Hey Britt, I've been wanting to ask you something as well. It's been in my head for a while now and I just want to make sure that we're on the same page."

Brittany seemed uneasy with where their conversation was heading, but didn't want to show it so she nodded.

"You mentioned that you and Sam eloped and came to Vegas and that he was later called to service our country at the Army. I was wondering if that means you're still married to him or if you got a divorce before he left."

And there it was. The question Brittany had been dying to avoid. She couldn't lie to Santana though, not when the Latina had poured her heart out for her.

"I want you to listen to me and listen carefully. Sam and I are…yes, we are still married technically. But, before you jump into conclusions, ever since he left for the Army, I didn't get a single letter from him. Instead, I got a letter from the US Army, letting me know that my husband had died on the battle field. We never signed any papers and I haven't made any moves towards stating that I'm a widow, because I didn't have a reason to say so. I've been so focused on myself since Sam died that I hadn't thought of relationships or dating again. So I never signed any paperwork. And the people at the marital issues office just think that I haven't reached my closure yet. I swear though Santana that I have had my closure long before Sam left for the Army. It never felt right after we eloped. It was more of a summer crush for me."

Santana was in shock. She didn't know how to react to all of this and she certainly wasn't expecting a confirming answer.

After a long awkward silence, Brittany spoke up.

"Please tell me you're not mad or thinking of leaving."

"What? Leaving? No…Britt I promised you a night to remember and that's exactly what I will do. Am I shocked because of these new developments? Yes. Mad that you hadn't told me up to now? No, just confused. But the way I feel about you hasn't changed. I still like you and want to spend more time with you and if there's a positive outcome to the whole Sam deal it's that, even though I might sound morbid, I'm glad Sam's not around. Because that means I can have you all to myself if you let me."

Santana didn't want to let that last part slip, but now that everything was out there, maybe it was better.

"As long as I can have you all to myself too." Brittany replied and smiled.

Santana grinned and couldn't contain her excitement. She took both of Brittany's hands in her own and pecked her knuckles.

"San, that tickles." Brittany giggled.

The rest of their dinner was spent in comfortable silence, sharing a sundae, feeding each other spoonfuls of ice cream.

After dinner, Santana helped Brittany in the limo and gave James instructions on their next stop.

"Where are we going now?" Brittany wondered.

"You can't take a dancer out on a date and not dance, right?"

Brittany bounced on her seat excitedly.

A few blocks down the road, James stopped the car and Santana helped Brittany out of it.

"The Jazz Club? Oh my God, Santana. I've been dying to see what it looks like inside."

"Well get ready to be amazed, because tonight and for one night only John Coltrane is performing."

Brittany gasped.

"He's that upcoming artist, right?"

"Yes, and you'll be able to say that you danced to his music long before he became famous."

Brittany grinned and let Santana wrap her arm around her waist and guide her into the elite club.

A waiter sat them at their table and Santana ordered two cocktails for them.

Brittany was barely sitting on her chair, dancing on the spot to the sweet sounds of the saxophone.

Santana took her hand and guided them to the dance floor where they spent a great amount of time dancing and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears.

When they were both tired of dancing in their high heels, they downed the rest of their drinks and exited the club.

"That was incredible. Thank you, Santana." Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's neck, coming a little too close and her lips barely grazed the Latina's.

Santana was getting turned on and before she would close the gap between their lips, she lifted her head up a bit and kissed Brittany's nose instead.

"I'm glad you're having fun."

"Fun? I'm having a gas!" Brittany shouted, startling the people waiting in line to get in the club.

"Great, because there's one more stop to end the night and I hope you like it as much as I do."

"I'm sure it's going to be perfect."

"That's what I'm aiming for." Santana replied and kissed Brittany's temple.

Santana had Brittany close her eyes for their final stop and made sure that the blonde held her hand at all times so that she didn't trip and fall.

"Santana are you abducting me? Where are you taking me?" the blonde asked.

Santana giggled.

"No, silly. Just wait one more minute and we'll be there."

Santana reached their final destination for the night and when she was holding Brittany tight enough she prompted her to open her eyes.

"Wow." was all Brittany said.

"You like it up here, Britt?" Santana smiled.

"Santana it's so breathtaking up here." Brittany gasped in astonishment.

"This is my favorite spot in Las Vegas. I've been coming to the Stratosphere Tower ever since I can remember myself. My dad used to bring me up here and show me the view of the city. After he passed away, it was a safe spot for me. A place I could come up to and leave all the stress and anxieties down there. I also felt closer to my dad, which was comforting."

Brittany pouted and soothed Santana by stroking her arm and placing kisses on her shoulder.

"It's beautiful up here." Brittany grinned.

"You're more beautiful." Santana replied honestly.

Brittany blushed. Suddenly the blonde felt a chill run down her spine.

"Oh fuck, right. I forgot. I had some blankets brought up here so that we could set them down and enjoy the view for a bit. Unless you're cold, so we could just leave instead."

"No, I like it up here. We can stay for a bit. We'll just have to cuddle up close to each other to keep warm." Brittany winked.

"I don't mind that one bit." Santana smirked.

Santana brought out the blankets and wrapped her arms around Brittany, the blankets covering both of them together.

Brittany hummed in satisfaction and pressed herself closer to Santana.

"This feels so good." she mumbled after a while.

"It does. I wouldn't trade this moment for anything in the world." Santana admitted.

"Neither would I. This is the best date in the history of all dates."

Santana smiled.

"I'm glad you liked it."

"I didn't just like it. I loved it. Thank you for putting that much effort into it. You really are a loving and passionate person, Santana."

"You deserve epic romance, Brittany. Anything to see that gorgeous smile and those deep blue eyes glow."

Brittany leaned in closer and left an inch between them, giving Santana the chance to close the gap between them. The Latina wasted no time and put her hand behind Brittany's neck and brought their lips together in a soft and delicate kiss. It wasn't wet and sloppy; it was slow and filled with emotion.

A couple of seconds later, Brittany pulled away from the kiss.

"Perfect date."

"Definitely." Santana smiled and brought their lips back together.

A little while later, it was starting to get chillier and Santana stood up, helping Brittany get up as well.

"Should we head back to our normal lives now?" Santana pouted.

"Aw, you're so cute. They're not boring, because now I have you and you have me to spend them with."

"True. I mean, you're okay but I'm definitely way more interesting than you. " Santana chuckled and poked her tongue out.

Brittany faked being insulted by Santana's choice of words and replied.

"You might think your life is more interesting, but we both know that when it comes to sex, I'm not the least bit boring." the blonde winked.

Santana felt her throat getting dry all of a sudden.

"I couldn't agree more."

"Good. Now take me back home." the blonde smirked.

Santana caught the double meaning behind Brittany's suggestion, but didn't reply. She had decided that tonight wasn't about sex; it was about them getting to know each other better and having a memorable first date. She wanted to prove to Brittany that she considered her more than just a one night stand.

By the time they arrived outside Brittany's apartment, the blonde was getting sleepy. However, that didn't stop her from grabbing Santana's wrist and guiding her toward the apartment door.

"Do you want to come inside?"

"I'd love to, but tonight isn't about that. I think it's better if I dropped you off and gave you your goodnight kiss. That's what a gentleman, or woman in our case, should do on their first date with a pretty lady."

Brittany thought about that for a bit and sighed.

"Yeah, you're right." she nodded. "I just really want you right now, you know."

Santana gulped.

"I do too, but trust me we will have many more chances to do that soon." the Latina winked.

"Will you call me tomorrow?"

"I most certainly will." Santana smiled.

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise." Santana replied and brought her pinky out for Brittany to link with her own.

"Goodnight Santana." Brittany pecked Santana's lips and then her hand.

"Goodnight Britt."

As Santana crawled in her bed that night she could only think of one thing.

Perfect date.

A/N: Yay for their first date! What did you guys think? I loved writing this chapter and I think it's my favorite one. Just to clear some things up.

Having a gas in the 1940s was a popular slang term meaning we're having fun. Also, I know that the Stratosphere Tower didn't actually exist back then, but I wanted to write it as Santana's favorite spot because the view must be amazing. So for this story, consider it one of Las Vegas' best sights for tourists in the 1940s.

Thank you for taking the time to review, it really makes me smile when I read your reaction to these chapters and it motivates me to keep writing. Thank you also to all those following and favoriting, because that's equally as cool as reviewing.

Up next some Brittana sexy times to look forward to for all you dirty minded people ;) (you know who you are)

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