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Brittany's been dancing her whole life, yet she can't remember ever getting so worked up over having someone else's body so close to her own. Her hands gripped Santana's hips to keep the brunette close but at the same time, keep herself upright. Santana's hands were lightly caressing the back of Brittany's neck and playing with the soft hairs there. Both of them were so wrapped up in each other, kissing slowly and leisurely almost like they wanted to savor this moment.

Brittany. That is all that going through Santana's mind, but her body quickly reminded her that she needs oxygen, so she weighed her options. If she doesn't stop to take a breath, she'll probably pass out. But that sounded like a small price to pay to keep her lips attached to Brittany's.

Brittany was having the same difficulty as her lips molded against Santana's. She couldn't remember ever feeling so...blissful. But all good things must come to an end and the blonde was already dreading having to come down from her Santana induced high. With one last, soft kiss they both parted, each of them with their own looks of disbelief.

Santana's eyes were lit up with joy as she stared back up into Brittany's. All she wanted to do was lean up and claim the blonde's lips again but stopped herself when she noticed Brittany's eyes go dim, almost as if she was finally realizing what just happened, like she regretted it. Santana just wants Brittany to be honest, but it she can tell that Brittany is going to lie to her right now. She feels Brittany's hands fall from her hips as the dancer puts space between them making Santana's arms slip from her neck.

Brittany was stuck. Her mind was racing as she finally processed what had just happened. She kissed Santana. She kissed Santana and she wanted to kiss her again. The dancer immediately shook that thought from her head. No, she just needed to get away from Santana. That way the brunette wouldn't be clouding her judgment and tempting her with the thought of another kiss. Gulping hard, she tried to bring herself to respond. Brittany had heard of the fight or flight response but she never really understood it until now. She mustered up all of her courage and prepared herself to answer Santana's questioning looks.

"I'm s-so sorry, Santana. I uh, I really didn't mean to do that. I was just overwhelmed with everything t-that happened earlier." Brittany's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to come up with a logical excuse. "Please don't be mad. It was a mistake and I just got caught up in the moment you know." The blonde bit her lip hard, almost to the point of drawing blood as she continued on with her excuses.

"It was a mistake.." That line just kept repeating in Santana's mind and the hurt that came with it got worse every time. Santana just blankly stared at the dancer trying to hide the hurt. With each knew sentence she could feel herself growing more frustrated. As soon as she got a chance to say something through Brittany's excuses she did;

"Don't worry about it." She quickly mutters over her shoulder as she turns away from Brittany grabbing her things and leaving their dance room. Stepping outside, Santana started the quick walk to her car while welcoming the drop in temperature. Anything was better than having to stand there while listening to Brittany come up with excuse after excuse as to why kissing Santana was an accident. She tried to regain her bearings when she was finally away from the dance studio and the blonde inside.

Little did she know, back in the dance studio, that same blonde was having trouble getting Santana out of her mind. Let alone the taste of her lips that was left behind on her own.

Upon returning home, Brittany is still freaking out about what just took place. Not only did she just come out to Sam, but she kissed Santana Lopez; a girl, a very sexy famous girl. How was she supposed to focus when her one track mind kept wandering back to the brunette that took her breath away. But was that really bad? She knew she loved the kiss her and Santana shared. Brittany felt more in that one kiss, than all the other kisses she's had with the people that came in and out of her life.

The thing was, she couldn't imagine ever parting with Santana. So why couldn't she just let herself be happy. It was obvious that the singer felt the same way. Or at least...she did until Brittany blew it tonight. The blonde was chewing her nails, a habit that she had kicked in high school and only reverted back to when she was anxious. As Brittany paced back and forth throughout her apartment, she came to the conclusion that she needed someone to talk to. Santana was crossed off of the list obviously, since that's who she needs to vent about, Sam got called into work and wasn't due back for some time yet. She was almost about to give up when she heard a meow from the kitchen.

Brittany's face lit up as she raced to the kitchen. There she found Lord Tubbington staring mournfully into his empty food dish. He looked up when he heard the commotion and was pleased to see his owner. He waddled over to Brittany and rubbed the length of his body against her legs while letting out a deep purr. The blonde smiled and reached down to scratch behind Tubb's ear before reaching into the cupboard that held his cat food. She fixed him a dish of it then set it down next to his water. She barely had time to retract her hand before the cat was devouring the food. With a sigh, she slid to the floor next to Lord Tubbington.

"You know, sometimes I wish I was a cat like you. You get to go where you want, sleep whenever you want and no one would look twice if you walked down the street holding another boy cat's hand. Well, they probably would but not because you're two boy cats." Brittany shrugged and blew away a wisp of hair that fell in her face.

"I just don't know why people are so worried about who I date. I mean, it's not like I go around and tell people they have to dance a certain way, or that they shouldn't dance at all. Why is it so hard for people to be able to be happy without worrying about the reactions of people they don't even know...or the people closest to them."

After Lord Tubbington finished his food in record time, he climbed into Brittany's lap and meowed consolingly as his paws kneaded into her leg. She smiled softly and started to pet him. "You remember Santana right? I'm sure you do, she's pretty unforgettable. Well, I kissed her tonight." Brittany held her breath and waited to see what Lord T would say. She was pleasantly surprised when he just looked up at her as if to tell her to continue.

"She kissed me back." Brittany feels her cheeks heat up remembering the feeling of Santana's lips. "I've never been kissed like that before." The blonde exclaims wistfully. "It was one of those kisses that only happen in movies, and I know you watch those because they are always on the TV when I wake up and Sam swears it isn't him."

Brittany feel Lord Tubbington crawl out of her lap. "I am not judging you, I just want you to be honest with me." She says as he walks out of the kitchen, not caring about the conversation any more.

Honest. Brittany wonders why it is so hard for her to be honest about what she feels for Santana.

"Beacause they all will judge me.." She says out loud for nobody to hear.

Brittany decided to get up and head into her room. She was emotionally exhausted. She changed out of her clothes, choosing to wear sweats and a t-shirt instead. The dancer welcomed the refreshing feeling of her covers enveloping her and groaned in relief hoping she will be able to from today in her dreams.

It's three hours later and she's still awake. Her body was buzzing with liveliness and she couldn't seem to keep her mind from drifting back to the kiss. The kiss she could still feel on her lips. Brittany grabs her phone from her nightstand and sends a text to the girl that's been occupying her mind and keeping her awake at night. It wasn't until after the message sent, did she realize how late it was.

Miles away in another apartment, Santana was having a similar problem. She was lying in her bed thinking about a blonde dancer that stole her breath away with a single kiss and she's yet to get it back. She can't be mad at Brittany, but she is frustrated. She just wants Brittany to be free; to not worry about the rest of the world. But she knows how hard that is. To know by feeling this way people who loved you, may not love you anymore.

Santana's mind goes straight to her parents and how they disowned her for being gay. She knows Brittany has every right to be scared, it still frustrates her but it also makes her want to be the one that takes the fear away.

Sleep is just about to take her when she hears phone goes off, she groans while simultaneously hoping that it's nothing serious, but guessing that it is just Rachel sending her list of things that she could get her for her birthday. She almost has to do a double take when she reads Brittany's name across the screen.

Santana hurriedly swipes her phone screen to take her to the message while holding her breath. It was six words that filled her body with hope and she typed back with the first thing to come to her head. Only to later realize how cheesy it probably was.

Please tell me it wasn't wrong-Brittany

It felt too right to be wrong.-Santana

When Brittany gets a response from Santana, her heart skips a beat and she reads it with a smile. Now more than ever, the blonde realizes how much she wants to kiss Santana again. She's pulled out of her thoughts when her phone lights up again.

Would you like to go somewhere with me tomorrow around 7?-Santana

Brittany responds back with a simple 'yes' and before she can even think about where they'll be going, Santana replies again.

Awesome. Dress casually. I'll pick you up at 7. Goodnight Britt.-Santana

The blue eyed blonde on the receiving end of Santana's text messages smiles like a fool at her phone. She was just glad that Lord Tubbington wasn't there to tease her.

Goodnight San.-Brittany

At the end of the text messages, Brittany set her phone back down and finally let sleep take her after she tired herself out while dreaming about tomorrow.

Santana woke up that next morning with a smile on her face as she watched the clock, slowly counting down the hours until seven. She barely registered that Quinn and Rachel let themselves in and are now taking over her kitchen. She gets out of bed and makes her way to the kitchen;

"Hey honeys, this is not an all you can eat buffet." Santana scowled but didn't let them ruin her good mood as she thinks of what she should wear for tonight.

"Maybe if it was, you'd have actual food instead of Ramen and cereal." Quinn countered around her mouthful of Captain Crunch. "You aren't in college anymore. Wait you didn't even go to college.

Santana gives Quinn a fake laugh, "And yet I still make more money than you." finishing off the sentence with her famous bitch look. "How long are you two going to be here? I have things to do and people to see."

"Like what?" Quinn counters, trying to call Santana's bluff.

"I am hanging out with Brittany tonight, and I would like sometime to get ready without people raiding my kitchen."

Rachel slams the pantry door shut and looks back at Santana. "Today isn't a practice day for you and Brittany…. Oh my glob . You are going on a date with Brittany."

"Lucifer take me now" Santana mutters as she looks down at the ground.

"SHE DIDN'T EVEN DENY IT! YOU SEE THAT QUINN?" Rachel shouts at Quinn while she just eats her cereal looking very entertained.

"Calm your small tits Berry! How the hell do you know my schedule?" Santana says hoping it would shut Rachel up, but she fails.

Rachel completely ignores Santana's question; "It's so a date. Do you want Finn and I to come so it is not awkward for the both of you?"

Quinn finally breaks her silence and starts laughing, and Santana just lets her head fall to her counter of her kitchen table while saying 'Hell no.' to Rachel's offer.

"Is it me, or does it seem like Santana Lopez is actually nervous?" Quinn directed this at Rachel.

"Now that you mention it, she does look a little on edge." Rachel walked over to where Santana was sitting "Santana, would you like to join me in a meditating ritual? I hear it helps cleanse the mind and soul into acute relaxation."

Before Rachel could get out another word, a seat cushion was tossed precariously close to her head and the small statured girl took that as a sign to leave. "A simple 'no' would have sufficed. What if you had hit me on my nose or worse, my talent?"

Quinn says takes the conversation where she hoped it wouldn't go. "I didn't even know Brittany was gay."

Santana lets out a sigh, "She's not. She's Brittany." And with that Santana walks out of the kitchen and heads back to her room, leaving the two girls confused.

Santana walks to her closet where she starts looking through her clothing for what she could wear tonight. Her search comes to an end when a tight dress catches her eyes. It wasn't overly dressy and showed off all the right things that will surely leave Brittany wanting more. She exited her closet with a smug grin and went straight to the shower.

"If you guys aren't gone by the time I get out, I'm calling the cops." She shouts out to the kitchen when hears the two girls talking amongst themselves.

Quinn and Rachel looked at each other as they tried to decipher if the threat was real or not, but choosing not to risk knowing Rachel doesn't need anything else on her record.

It was five o'clock, two hours until Santana would be picking her up and Brittany was starting to get antsy. She was already dressed, her hair was already done in pretty curls, so all she had to do was wait. If only it were that simple.

"So where is she taking you?"

"She never said." Brittany looked over at Sam and shrugged.

"And it's just you two going?" He asked again.

"Yep."

"Sounds kinda romantic."

"Uh huh, sure. You know which friends I take out on secret rendezvous? The ones I want to make my girlfriend." Sam grinned cheekily, thoroughly enjoying how worked up his friend was getting.

"Oh, so you mean Mercedes?" Brittany fired back with a smirk.

Sam stuttered out an excuse about needing to get changed and she smiled smugly at the small victory. Now that she wasn't rushing around the apartment, her mind had time to wander to different scenarios. She was going out with Santana, except, it wasn't a date. Right? Two friends that have kissed can totally go out and enjoy an evening together without it being a date. It's not like Santana said it was a date anyways. Then again, why would she?

Brittany blew a breath through her nose, her nerves were coming back full force. She glanced at the clock and didn't know whether she was relieved that only a few minutes passed or more anxious that now she has nothing to do to pass the time.

She started to twiddle her thumbs in her lap while her leg bounced up at down. She checked the time again. Two more minutes had passed.

"Ugh." Brittany huffed and crossed her arms with a pout.

"Pouting isn't going to make the clock move any faster, Britt!" Sam yelled from another room.

Santana left her apartment early, mostly because she didn't want to be late and also because Quinn and Rachel wouldn't stop badgering her about where she was taking Brittany. Even though they had left her house, they would not stop texting her. Now here she was outside of Brittany's door a whole ten minutes early, regretting her decision. What if Brittany wasn't ready? What if she was annoyed? What if she forgot?

Just as Santana was about to turn around and go back to her car, the door whipped open to reveal Sam standing in what appeared to be work out clothing.

"Hi." The slightly star struck blond forced out, his eyes roving up and down Santana like he couldn't believe she was really at his doorstep. Before Santana can get out a response, he yells back to Brittany to let her know the brunette was here for her.

"She's been waiting for you all day, you know." Sam looked back to the singer with a pleased smile. "But I gotta get going, so I'll catch you later. Just wait in the living room for her."

Brittany was touching up her make up when she heard Sam say that Santana had arrived. Suddenly she felt her stomach flutter. Except this time it wasn't with nerves, it was butterflies. Brittany walks out to the living room and feels her breath catch in her throat when she catches sight of Santana. The brunette was stunning in her tight, deep purple dress. It seemed to accent her skin tone just right.

The dancer remembers the night before. The kiss.

"San, I'm so sorry about last night. I…." Brittany tries to apologize but the singer interrupts her before she can finish.

"I'm not mad at you Britt, so there's no need for apologizing." Santana gave her a warm smile before her eyes took in Brittany's outfit. The blonde had prompted for a pair of black shorts that showed off her long toned legs and a loose fitting, stripped t-shirt with a heart on it, all paired with black suspenders. It took the singer a moment to tear her eyes away from pale legs that seemed to go on forever.

"Are you ready?" She finally asked, oblivious to the amused smirk on Brittany's face when she noticed Santana's blatant staring. Brittany nodded and followed the shorter girl out the door and to her car. She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth when Santana opened the car door for her and smiled in thanks before getting in.

Once Santana got inside, she started the car and drove towards the restaurant.

"You look gorgeous, Britt." Santana's hands tightened on the wheel. She was exercising herself restraint because all she wanted to do was run her hands down Brittany's creamy legs.

"Thanks." Brittany blushed and ducked her head down. "But I'm nothing compared to you. I almost feel under dressed; you're beautiful in that dress." Probably even more so out of it, the blonde thought to herself.

Santana grinned in thanks and all that could be hear was the radio that was slightly playing it the background. When the sound finally hits Brittany's ears she announces that she loves this song and reaches for the volume control turning it up so it is playing louder.

Santana watches the blonde from the corner of her eye; the girl just cannot sit still. She is nodding her head to the beat and moving her shoulders slightly. Santana cannot help but smile and let out a giggle. 'She is too cute.'

Brittany is too into the song to even notice.

It isn't a far drive till they reach their destination and Santana pulls into a parking spot near the entrance. Shutting the car off, she immediately went to the other side and opened Brittany's door for her.

"You know, I am capable of opening my own door." Brittany giggled when Santana dramatically opened the door to the restaurant and made a sweeping gesture for her to go ahead.

"Yeah, but a pretty girl like you deserves to be indulged every once in a while." The brunette winked back and followed behind Brittany. "Reservations for Lopez." She spoke to the hostess and kept her hand on the small of Brittany's back as a waitress lead them to a private booth in the back. The waitress left them with menus, returning momentarily with their waters before disappearing again.

"Do you have any recommendations for a first timer?" Brittany asked, her eyes connecting with Santana's from over their menus.

Santana was so caught up in Brittany's gaze that she almost didn't hear the question. "Anything on the menu; I know the place might not look like a lot, but I've been coming to BreadStix for years and have never been dissatisfied with my order." Her eyes dropped to the basket of bread sticks. "Also these."

The waitress returned and Santana ordered the ravioli while Brittany chose the spaghetti. Brittany took a drink of her water and rested her chin on her fist. She was trying hard not to stare at Santana, but it was kind of difficult when the brunette was wearing that tight dress. But then again, Santana could be wearing a plastic bag and she'd still think the girl was breathtaking.

"You know, if my dress is going to be too distracting for you, I could always grab a jacket out of my car." Santana teased with a delightful smile.

Brittany's face grew warm and she tried to stutter out a response quickly, until she noticed the glimmer in Santana's eyes. "You're teasing me." Brittany pouted.

"You could say that." Santana shrugged, still smiling. "Although I do have to admit, I'm enjoying the attention. And now I don't have to feel bad for checking you out each time I held a door open for you." She winked.

Before Brittany could think about responding, the waitress returned with their food. After giving their thanks, they both reach for their silverware. Santana was waiting for the blonde to bite into her food and see if she'd enjoy it as much as she did.

Brittany licked her lips when her plate of food was set in front of her, she couldn't wait to dig in. So she didn't. Grabbing up a forkful, she blew on it and as she brought it up to her mouth.

"Mmm. You were right Santana, this food is bomb." Brittany's eyes shut as her taste buds were still processing all the intricate flavors.

Santana suddenly felt too warm and decided to take a bite of her own food to distract herself, nearly burning her tongue in the process. She really shouldn't be turned on by watching the blonde eat spaghetti, yet here she was, clammy palms and all.

"I'm uhm," Santana cleared her throat. "I'm glad you like it, but I don't understand how you have lived in LA for so long and not have had BreadStix."

Brittany chuckles because Santana looks so serious about the matter. "Tina is a really good cook, so when I lived with her and Mike there wasn't much of a reason for eating out."

Santana just nods her head understanding.

"So, how did you get into singing?" Brittany asked, forgetting about her food because she is still curious about Santana.

Santana looked up from her plate with a smile. Very few people ever took the time to ask her genuine questions and she couldn't help but feel elated that she was able to find someone as wonderful as the blonde.

"I've always liked singing. There's just something so uplifting about it." Santana said wistfully. "When my parents kicked me out after they found out I was gay, music was my main comfort and sometimes my only one."

Brittany sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and gave Santana all of her focus. It pained her to think that anyone could act so coldly to their own child, especially when that child was someone like Santana. But then her own family came to mind.

"It never ceased to make me feel better. Better about myself and the situation. That's when I started writing my own songs." Santana leaned forward as if she was sharing a secret with the blonde. "That probably helped the most. It wasn't long after, that I got my big break. Singing is the one thing that's always been there for me no matter what. Singing and Quinn, Kurt and even Rachel made it easier.

Brittany was astounded. Just when she thinks she has Santana figured out, the brunette goes and spills her heart, surprising her even more. With a quick scan of the room, Brittany hesitantly lays a hand over Santana's and gives it a warm squeeze before smiling.

"You're so brave San." She murmured while staring intently into the singer's eyes. Quickly remembering they were in a public place, Brittany coughed quietly and brought her hand back, but not before she noticed the small flush on Santana's face, along with the pleased grin.

Santana waved the waitress over, still feeling slightly bashful from Brittany's praise. Once the bill was set down, Santana grabbed it before Brittany could think twice, earning her a pout from the unamused dancer.

"Nope. That's not going work on me, Britt Britt." Santana handed over her credit card while deftly avoiding staring in Brittany's direction upon fear that she'd melt at the sight of a pouting blonde. Even though she hadn't told Brittany, this was for all intents and purposes, a date in her book. She just didn't want the other girl to worry and over think everything. This way, it was more focused on the two of them enjoying an evening together, rather than worrying about what everyone was thinking of them. Not that it mattered to her, but it did to Brittany and that's all she cares about.

"San, you can't keep paying for everything!"

"You're worth it." She shrugged and took a sip of her water before giving her thanks to the waitress when she returned with her credit card. "Ready to go?" She looked towards Brittany.

Muttering under her breath, the blonde nodded and tried to keep thoughts of this actually being a date out of her head while her face reddened at Santana's bold comment.

As soon as they get outside, they simultaneously decide to walk around and enjoy the nice weather for the time being. But if Santana was being honest, she didn't want to leave Brittany's company just yet. They were busy exchanging stories; Santana learned that Brittany grew up dancing on her own and that she basically taught herself and Santana just can't help but think of how amazing Brittany is. On their walk they manage to stay mostly out of the public eye. No one seems to recognize Santana. The walk leads them to an ice cream shop that caught Santana's eye. Before she knew it, Brittany was being dragged across the street and into paradise.

"What's this?" She asked excitedly.

"Well, we never really got to celebrate the other night and I didn't want us to miss the opportunity again."

Brittany's grin was so wide it was starting to hurt. It took everything in her not to pull the shorter girl into her arms at her thoughtfulness. She bounded up to the counter and was in awe of all the flavors.

"Do we have time to taste all of the flavors, San?"

Santana tried not to laugh at Brittany's exuberance and shook her head while walking up to her.

"Not tonight, B. But that just means we'll have to come back." She tried to be subtle.

Brittany nodded to herself, her grin still firmly in place while she ordered a Vanilla cone. She had decided to start small and work up to the good stuff later on. Next to her, Santana went with a simple chocolate cone. This time Brittany paid for the two of them, which earned her an earful from Santana.

"This was supposed to be my treat to you." The brunette pouted pitifully and licked at her ice cream.

"Awh, you're adorable when you don't get your way." Brittany commented, halfway done with her cone.

"I'm not adorable Britts, I'm a sexy badass." She huffed and frowned when she heard muffled laughter coming from the blonde. "Stop laughing, you know it's true!"

While Brittany was busy laughing, they failed to see that they had caught the attention of a few people who had started making their way over towards the duo when they recognized Santana.

Santana was brought back to reality when she heard people trying to get her attention. She smiled at the small group of fans and went over to them, happily signing autographs and taking pictures. Once the crowd died down, Santana waved to the rest of them and returned to Brittany's side with a sheepish grin.

"Sorry about that."

"No worries. It was real nice of you to do that. Does having so many fans ever bother you? Like having to sign so many autographs."

Santana sighed thoughtfully and lead the two of them back to where her car was parked. While they walked she was battling internally with herself. She really wanted to take Brittany's hand but she didn't know how the other girl would react. Although, she could always try and play it off.

"Not at all. I love that my music can speak to so many people, in so many different ways. Their support is what drives me to keep doing what I love. I'm always happy to see them."

Brittany bit her lip. There was just something about Santana that made her extremely happy to be able to call the brunette her friend. She could definitely understand why the singer has such a following. She was an extraordinary role model.

"They are wrong about you." Santana just looks at the dancer confused and waiting for her to explain. "I heard that you were a bitch and that made me pretty worried but now that know you, you aren't like what they say." Brittany praised.

Santana smiles, "I can be a bitch, but just not around you." She winks before adding on to the conversation. "What about you? Does it bother you when people always come up to us?" Santana countered, curious as to what the answer would be.

"Not at all. It's fun to see you in your element. You always have this smile on your face when it happens. Like you've just found a magical leprechaun and were granted three wishes."

The fact that Brittany held a straight face throughout that sentence had Santana even more amused. She was relieved that her answer was no, though part of her had a feeling it would be. They were still making their way to the car; time was dwindling down and Santana still hadn't worked up the courage to reach over and take Brittany's hand. Her eyes kept finding their way back to the pale digits while she tried to build herself up.

The silence that overtook them was anything but awkward. It was comforting. Out of the corner of her eye, Brittany saw Santana's hand fidgeting. It was almost like the brunette couldn't keep her fingers still. Glancing up at Santana's face, she saw a look of concentration set there. That's when she noticed Santana's eyes dart over to where her hand was swaying.

A giggle threatened to bubble up and escape the blonde's throat when she realized why Santana was so worked up. She wants to hold your hand. Deciding to spare the brunette any more discomfort, she reached over and grasped Santana's hand in her own. Palm to palm, they continued walking.

If anyone were to look at Santana in that moment, they'd probably think she'd won the lottery with how ecstatic her smile was. Then again, she could never put a dollar amount on spending with the dancer. They enjoyed the rest of their silence all the way into Santana's car and during the car ride back to Brittany's, their hands were still clasped together except now, and their fingers were intertwined thanks to Santana.

Santana helped Brittany out of her car when they finally arrived at the blonde's apartment. Part of her just wanted the excuse to keep holding Brittany's hand while she walked them up the sidewalk. Brittany turned to the brunette, swaying their hands together and tilted her head.

"Would you like to come in and watch a movie with me and Lord Tubbington? I promise I won't let him eat all of the popcorn."

"I'd love to, but I can't tonight. I have dance practice tomorrow and my partner hates it when I'm late."

Even though Santana declined Brittany's offer, she found herself still wanting to stick around. Leaving the blonde's presence was proving to be a lot harder than she thought it'd be. Brittany could tell that Santana wasn't going to move anytime soon so she leaned in and wrapped the singer in a hug. Santana felt her breath being stolen from her chest for the second time that night. Her arms snaked around Brittany's waist and she rested her chin on the dancer's shoulder. The only thing going through her head at the moment was how delectable Brittany smelled.

Both of the girls were reluctant to move from that spot and the hug was drawn out, not that either of them cared. Finally when Santana's frame of mind returns, she pulls back and whispers out a goodbye then starts to walk back to her car but stops in her tracks when she faintly heard the blonde mutter something she couldn't quite hear.

"Did you say something, Britt?" Santana prompted her to repeat herself as she turned to face the girl.

"Was this a date?" The question Brittany had been dying to ask all night finally came out.

Santana just smiled at Brittany. This girl was so smart on levels unimaginable to the naked eye.

"It's whatever you want it to be, Britt. But I think that dates usually have a kiss at this part." Santana said, nonchalantly baiting the other girl.

Brittany blushed and was left speechless. Did that mean that Santana wants to kiss her? Why else would she have made that comment? Brittany couldn't stop her mind from over analyzing the whole conversation.

Before Santana turned back away she told, "But so you know, I would like to take you out on a real date, with the kiss and all. Goodnight Brittany."

And with that, all Brittany could feel was fire.

I AM SORRY! I am so sorry that it took so long for me to get my shit together and update this story. I have been busy with life(work and animal crossing. That game is so addicting.) But again I am so sorry.

So they had a 'date' :3 Things will start progressing for them. They might run into some trouble. Who knows!?

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