Brittany took a huge gulp of water before she put the bottle back in her fridge. She stripped out of her dress as she made her way into the little bedroom and threw the piece of cloth onto the bed. She started the shower in the bathroom, waited till the water had the right temperature and let her body relax under the steam of hot liquid. It soothed her.

The last night was probably the most confusing night in a long time. On the one hand Brittany felt horrible hearing about the things that happened to Santana. She couldn't understand how people could react in a way that Santana's parents did. Brittany swore to herself that, if she ever had a child and it would have the courage to come out to her, she would support it. But most importantly she would love it like before.

On the other hand, Brittany wanted to know everything about this beautiful woman. She loved the way she spoke and the way she ran her hands through her hair when she didn't know an answer right away. Brittany had the urge to kiss her the whole night. She wanted to feel her lips on hers. But she couldn't do it, so she took all of her courage and planned to give her a soft kiss on her cheek. But nothing went as planned when Santana shifted her head in Brittany's direction. Brittany's lips landed on the corner of her mouth, which made Brittany pull away quickly. She was so embarrassed about her behavior that she wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. It felt right to kiss Santana, but Santana looked shocked when Brittany pulled away.

It was a mistake. She shouldn't have done it. Santana would most likely not even visit the dance studio. She wouldn't want to have anything to do with a woman who tried to kiss her because they just met a few days ago. It was just too much for Brittany and she thought that she had ruined everything. Brittany would understand if Santana didn't show up on Thursday. She could already imagine the weird tension when they would meet again. But apart from that Brittany had the feeling that there was something going on between the two of them, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

She rinsed the conditioner out off her hair and grabbed the towel from the rack to wrap it around her head. Brittany stepped out and her skin immediately formed goosebumps all over her body. She dried and dressed herself as soon as possible. She could hear the soft sound of her phone in her purse and grabbed it from her bed. There was one new message.

I think we ARE friends after everything that happened last night… ;) – Santana

Brittany didn't know what Santana's text referred to, so she quickly checked all the messages she sent her last night. She blushed when she read through the embarrassing texts and stopped at her last one.

I don't even know why I'm searching for you now. I don't even know if we are friends. But I really hope that we are, because I want you to be happy. I only have one place to go to. I'll be at your apartment soon. I really hope that I will find you there. – Brittany

Brittany beamed when she read Santana's reply once again. She sent it at 1:44 pm. That meant after the kiss. Maybe she wasn't that mad at Brittany about the kiss. Brittany really hoped so because what they had felt special and she didn't want to give this up just yet.

I'm glad. See you on Thursday, San. Brittany replied and ended her text with the phrase Your friend Brittany. ;) She hoped that this wasn't too much. Maybe it was too much to refer to Thursday. Maybe she shouldn't have added that. She felt her phone vibrating in her hand without making that annoying noise. She already had it unlocked, so it stayed silent.

Your friend Santana can't wait to see you. ;)

Brittany laughed at Santana's goofiness and made her way to the living room. She cursed when she plopped down on her pulled the remote control from under her spine and turned on her TV to watch some random movie that was almost over.

*B*S*

"Alright, I will call you back as soon as I get Ms. Berry's approval. Have a nice day." Santana hated to speak to their clients like that. All that fake friendliness was getting on her nerves. But she needed this job and she wanted to make something out of her life. So she had to do her best.

"Santana?" Santana turned around to see Sam standing in front of her desk, smiling at her. "Hey," he greeted.

"Hi, what's up?" Santana replied. She was smiling because it was finally Thursday. She would see Brittany today, so she wanted to get out of here as fast as possible.

"Not much. I just wanted to see if everything is going well…" What was that supposed to mean? Sam Evans making small talk with Santana Lopez?

"Ehmm, yes, everything's fine. What is wrong, Evans? You have something on heart, haven't you?" Sam looked surprised, just like he cursed mentally for being caught.

"Umm, I'm supposed to ask you if you and Brittany want to have dinner with us… Next Saturday at our house…" he asked hesitantly. Santana couldn't believe what she just heard.

"Mercedes told you about Brittany? I only met her two times and Mercedes is already planning a double-date?" Santana was furious. She knew that her best friend was a blabbermouth, but telling her boyfriend about her crush was a bit too much. They didn't even have a date yet.

"I'm sorry, Santana. She told me to ask you, I…"

"It's okay, Sam. I will have to call her to have a serious talk with her. It's not your fault."

"Alright," Sam said, visibly relieved. "So how's it going with you and Brittany?"

"Come on, Sam! I'm not gonna talk to you about that! If Mercedes wants to know she should call me herself." Sam moved back from Santana's desk a little when Santana raised her voice. It seemed that he finally realized that he wasn't going to get information out of the woman.

"Alright, I'll tell her that…"

"Santana!" Rachel's voice rang through the office. Santana immediately rolled her eyes at her and smiled when she saw Sam in front of her doing the same.

"What is it, Berry?" Rachel was coming towards them with small, but energetic steps.

"I would prefer the term Rachel or Ms. Berry," she stated. Santana couldn't believe that her boss still wasn't used to Berry as her name by now. Santana called her that her entire life.

"What do you want, Rachel?" Santana emphasized her name more than usual. She liked to mock her boss.

"Thank you, Santana, for taking my criticism seriously. I really appreciate it," Rachel smiled proudly to herself. "I was wondering if you wanted to take over my view of the real estate in Baker Street. I was very pleased with your work last Saturday and I want to reward you with my next appointment tomorrow. So what do you say?"

"Yes, of course! I would love to, Berry… ehm, I mean Rachel. Thank you!" Santana was so happy that she didn't even realize that she left her chair and was tightly hugging the smaller woman. She quickly pulled away again at the sudden insight.

"Well," Rachel pulled down her blazer carefully to remove the visible wrinkles. "I didn't expect that kind of reaction, but I'm glad to make you break out of your tough façade. You are allowed to leave now to prepare yourself for your big day tomorrow. Please represent our agency well. Good luck." And with that, Rachel moved back into her office. Santana fist-pumped the air and instantly grabbed her bag to leave.

"Bye, Santana. Spend a great evening with Brittany!" Sam shouted after her before Santana could leave through the door. She turned around, a serious expression on her face.

"Sam, just…don't, okay?" She shook her head at him and left.

*B*S*

Brittany was already preparing her next lesson. The kids would be here soon and she wanted to have everything ready to start. She plugged her iPod into the speakers and scrolled through her songs till she found the one that she was searching for.

"Brittany?" came a little voice behind her. It was definitely Santana, by the amazing scent that invaded her senses. Brittany instantly smiled and turned around. She really did come to watch. Even after that embarrassing incident on Sunday.

"Hey," Santana greeted friendly, fidgeting with her phone in her hands. Brittany took in her full appearance. She was wearing a tight, black skirt with a white blouse tucked into it. She was most likely just coming from work. Brittany thought that she looked breathtaking. No, really, Brittany could barely even get out a "Hey" in response.

"I dropped by earlier because my boss told me that I could leave," Santana said. Brittany smiled because it meant that Santana didn't even take the extra time to change her clothes.

"That's great," Brittany told her. "I was just preparing the lesson, but I'm almost finished."

"You need some help?" Santana asked. Brittany thought about it for a second before she took the keys from her purse.

"Mhm, you could unlock the changing room for the kids, if you don't mind," Brittany suggested. Santana nodded as Brittany searched for the right key and held it towards Santana, who took it.

Brittany thanked Santana quickly after she returned and laid the keys back next to Brittany's purse. "So…" Santana began, "what song are the kids dancing to?" Brittany laughed and shook her head at Santana.

"No, I'm not gonna tell you. But I'm sure you'll love it. Well, at least the kids are obsessed with that song. But I'm not quite sure about you. You'll have to wait and see," Brittany answered with a wink.

"Alright." Santana was almost positive that this was probably a really bad song that they will be dancing to.

"Santana?" Brittany asked, unsure. Santana just hummed in response before Brittany continued, "I've been thinking about Sunday a lot and I… I just wanted to tell you that I'm really, really sorry about that kiss…I didn't want that to happen at all, and…" Santana giggled and held her right hand up in response.

"Brittany, please don't worry about that. It was no big deal, alright?" Brittany nodded, quickly wanting to forget about that incident. She was glad that Santana wasn't mad at her.

"But I was wondering," Santana spoke up again after a moment of silence, "if you would go on…"

"Hey, Ms. P!" A little girl's voice rang through the dance studio. Santana and Brittany flinched at the sudden noise and Santana cursed in her mind at the intruder. She was so close to ask Brittany.

"Hi, Emily. How's it going?" Brittany asked the little blonde girl. She looked at Santana apologetically before kneeling down to meet the girl at eyelevel.

"I'm great, thank you. How are you?" Santana giggled at the little girl's behavior, which made Emily shoot her a questioning look.

"I'm really good, Emily. You're here earlier than usual."

"Yeah, I know. My mom had to drop me off earlier because she has an interview for a new job, or something like that."

"Oh right, she told me about that." Brittany remembered Emily's mom telling her about a new job application. "Hey, Emily, why don't you go to the changing room to get ready, huh? The others will be here soon." Emily nodded and skipped back to the corridor with her bouncing bag on her back.

"She's cute." Santana stated from behind which made Brittany turn around, beaming at her.

"Yeah, she really is. And very friendly, too. But everyone in my class is cute and friendly, you'll see." Brittany checked her watch and noticed that the other kids would arrive any minute now. She heard the door of the studio open right at this moment and saw three giggling girls directly entering the changing room. Mrs. Howard, Julie's mom, waved at Brittany politely and left after saying her goodbyes to the three girls.

"Are there only girls in your class?" Santana asked curiously.

"No, there is one boy. His name's Jimmy. He's such a sweetheart. You'll like him."

"If you say so," Santana replied, laughing. She never had a really good connection with kids. Since she was a teenager, she couldn't understand how people could deal with children all day long. And she couldn't believe that she was like them when she was little.

"Brittany?" a woman, probably in her mid-thirties asked behind her. Next to her stood a little boy with curly brown hair who held his mother's hand shyly. He had a little bandage around his wrist.

"Hi, Kate," Brittany greeted the black-haired woman friendlily before noticing the little boy's hand. "Oh, god, Jimmy, how did that happen?" Brittany asked, worried, as she leaned down to take a closer look.

"I fell down from the swing yesterday and now the doctor told me that I can't dance anymore…" Jimmy told Brittany with tears welling up in his eyes.

"No, that's not true," Kate interrupted, "he can still dance. He just needs to take a break for like three weeks till everything is healed. But he doesn't want to miss out on the lessons, so I wanted to ask you if he is allowed to watch anyway."

"Of course you can watch, Jimmy. It's no problem and you can still come here, alright?" Jimmy nodded timidly. "Come on, I want to show you someone." Brittany took Jimmy's hand and shot his mother a reassuring look to show her that she can leave now. She smiled at Brittany and left the studio.

"This is Santana, you can sit with her today. She's just watching, too." Santana dropped down on one knee and stretched out her hand.

"Hi Jimmy, nice to meet you." He took Santana's hand hesitantly before smiling at her.

"Nice to meet you, too." Santana smiled at his adorability. "Britt? Where do we need to sit to see everything?" Before Brittany could answer, Jimmy already tugged at Santana's hand

"I will show you." Santana laughed and winked at Brittany as the other girls slowly entered the studio. Santana and Jimmy took a seat in the back of the studio to have a great view over the whole dance floor.

"Alright, girls." Brittany clapped her hands once to get their attention. There were seven girls in colorful t-shirts and tops with cute leggings and dancing shoes. The girls were probably all around six years old, so all in all they looked adorable.

"I want you to meet someone. This one over there is Santana." Brittany pointed at Santana who already took a seat on the floor. Santana waved friendlily. "She's a really good friend of mine and I invited her over here so that she can watch you dance today, what do think about that?" The girls cheered and looked at each other disbelievingly.

"It's the perfect opportunity to show what you've learned so far. So, do your best and don't embarrass me in front of her," Brittany said with a wink in Santana's direction. Santana could see how Jimmy's head beside her dropped down sadly.

"Hey, everything alright, little man?" she asked softly. Jimmy just shook his head slowly. Santana could see a tear rolling down his cheek. It broke her heart so she took her thumb to wipe it away. Jimmy looked at her incredulously. "You know what? I know exactly how you feel. In high school I tore a muscle in my feet and I wasn't allowed to dance for more than a month. I was a cheerleader at that time and it was like torture for me to just watch. But I realized that I could still help the coach to improve the choreography. You can do that, too, right? You can help Ms. P and the girls to make your performance even more perfect than it already is. And don't be sad that I can't see you dance, because I'm pretty sure you're the best dancer out of all of them," Santana whispered the last part so that the girls couldn't hear her. Jimmy giggled and nodded at Santana with shining eyes.

"Great." Santana ruffled his curly hair and laughed before turning to the group of girls a few meters away from her. She caught Brittany staring at her adoringly. When Brittany came back to reality, she blushed and hurried to the speakers to start the song.

I threw a wish in the well,
Don't ask me, I'll never tell
I looked to you as it fell,
and now you're in my way

Santana laughed wholeheartedly when she recognized the song, like really laughed. She should have thought about a song like that. It seemed like a song that Brittany would pick. The girls started to dance happily. Brittany was also laughing at Santana's reaction. Santana gave Brittany a thumbs up for the song choice and went back to watching the kids dance.

They all looked adorable, especially when they sang along with the chorus.

Hey, I just met you,
and this is crazy,
but here's my number,
so call me, maybe?

Santana couldn't stop smiling during the rest of the performance. At least the part that they had finished so far. Jimmy and Santana clapped and hollered when Brittany stopped the music. The little girls smiled bashfully and turned back to Brittany.

"That was a great start, everyone!" she complimented. "We're going to try to finish the second verse today," Brittany announced as she walked towards Santana and Jimmy so that the little dancers had a better look at her teacher. "We'll start like this," Brittany took her arms up in the air and crossed them over her head. The girls followed closely behind to mimic her.

Santana couldn't help but stare at the visible part of Brittany's stomach and hipbones between her grey sweat pants and her white, loose top. Why hadn't she noticed before that Brittany's top was slightly see-through and let Santana catch a sight of her black bra? She already had the kind of thoughts that you're not supposed to have in a room full of six-year-old children. Santana quickly turned back to watch them dance. It would be a better choice to watch the girls than Brittany.

"Five, six, seven, eight…" Brittany counted as the girls danced to the non-existent music. It seemed like it was really easy to dance to, but who would want the children to dance impossible choreography? They should have fun dancing. Santana noticed Jimmy trying to follow the single steps as well as he could with his hurt wrist. Brittany was right. Santana really liked him. He was adorable.

"Alright, ladies. That was great. I think we should take five minutes to recover." Brittany announced, heading into Santana's direction. Jimmy looked sadly as the girls left the room without him.

"Come on, Jimmy. Go after them," Santana pushed his shoulder lightly before he jumped up to follow them.

"You're really great with kids, you know that?" Brittany sat down next to Santana, who just stared at the ground, shaking her head. "Yes, you are! I don't know what you told Jimmy before we started dancing, but you made him smile. It really means a lot to me, because I can't stand seeing any kid sad during my class. So thank you, San."

"It no problem, really. He's a great boy so it wasn't that hard to cheer him up. You were right when you told me that I would like him." Santana said with a grin.

"I'm always right. Be right back, I'm just gonna grab my water." Brittany explained when she jumped up to jog through the room to her purse. Santana's back started to hurt a bit so she decided to follow Brittany.

"Brittany!" Santana came walking towards her slowly. "Call Me Maybe? Really?" she said through a giggle. Brittany let out a contagious laughter.

"It was the kids' choice, I had no influence over it."

"Oh come on, you're their teacher. How can you stand to listen to this song for more than ten times a week?" Santana asked.

"I have no idea. All that I know is that I get in a really great mood when I listen to that song, even if it's horrible," Brittany tried to explain.

"True," Santana mumbled, which made Brittany laugh again. "I wanted to ask you something…"

"Miss P!" Emily shouted. Brittany turned her head to see the eight kids gathered around them in the studio. "Can we go on now?" Santana groaned in frustration. Why are these kids so motivated?

"Don't forget your question, San," Brittany spoke into her ear softly. It made Santana shiver. When she saw Jimmy in the corner of her eye, she stretched her hand out enough for him to grab it.

"Come on, little man," Santana lead Jimmy to her previous place and they both sat down again to watch the girls dance. After fifteen minutes and three repeats of Call Me Maybe, Santana and Jimmy applauded the group one last time and stood up.

"Bye Miss P." and "See you on Saturday, Miss P." rang through the studio before the little dancers left the room. Jimmy saw his mother standing in the corridor and waved at her happily. He turned around to say goodbye to Brittany and then hugged Santana around her waist. As if it was a reflex, Santana hugged him back with one arm and ruffled his hair with her other hand. Brittany beamed with joy when she witnessed their kind gesture.

Santana let go and kneeled down in front of him, "Take care of your arm, Jimmy." The boy nodded immediately. "Good. See you around, alright?" Jimmy hummed in response and waved at both women before he left the studio with his mom.

"This right here…" Brittany gestured her arm between Santana and the direction Jimmy had left, "was the cutest thing I've ever seen." Santana giggled in response.

"He's a great boy," Santana said when she watched the other kids wave at them as they left with their parents.

"And you're a great woman, too." Brittany countered honestly. Silence fell upon them when all the children had left. Brittany started to collect her stuff and put it into her purse. She was just about to unplug her iPod when she remembered Santana's question again. "What did you want to ask me earlier…?"

Santana couldn't even speak at this moment. She couldn't bring this question to her lips, so she decided to do something different. It was like a sudden idea that she couldn't resist anymore. She took Brittany's arm from behind and pulled her towards her so that there were at eyelevel. Thank God, her high heels made this possible. Brittany let out a gasp as Santana slowly lowered her lips towards Brittany's, but they didn't touch yet.

Santana pushed Brittany carefully but with enough force up against the wall. Brittany's heart was pumping so fast, it felt like she was going to have a heart attack as Santana cupped her cheeks.

Santana hot breath tickled Brittany's ear. "I'm going to kiss you now," she breathed seductively with her hands still cupping Brittany's face. Brittany nodded her head furiously, which caused Santana's smile to widen.

Santana pushed forward and pressed her lips hard against Brittany's.

A/N: Yayy, a kiss and an early update, everyone! :D

What do you think about that? I hope you all like the chapter and enjoyed the little dance lesson. ;)

I'm kind of depressed right now because my team just got kicked out of the European Soccer Championship. But they played like shit, so it's okay. Maybe you could leave me some nice reviews about the chapter to cheer me up. ;)

Have a great day/night, everyone!