Well first off, R.I.P to Cory Monteith. I am still however not the biggest fan of Finn's character, so I will eventually continue on with my Finn bashing. That being said, here goes Chapter 10. Enjoy. :)

Santana's POV:

I guess this is technically considered a date right? I'm sitting in Rachel's car, actually it's not even a car, it's a Prius, and we're going out to eat dinner… together. That pretty much sounds like a date to me. It's not that I don't mind, I kind of dig the idea of going on a date with Rachel. But Breadstix? Doesn't Rachel know what she's getting herself into? If she thought people feared me at school, she was going to freak when she saw how the staff at Breadstix acted. Everyone knows I don't play when it comes to my Breadstix. Things were about to get real.

As soon as we pulled up to Breadstix, I wasted no time ushering Rachel into the building. Right when we stepped through the door, the server immediately ignored everyone that was waiting for a table and quickly showed Rachel and I to a secluded booth in my favorite part of the restaurant.

They're doing pretty well so far.

"Santana, I think those people were waiting for tables as well." She gestured towards the front of the front of the restaurant.

I smiled and nodded.

"Well I have quite a bit of a reputation here that I plan on upholding. They don't want to see an angry Santana Lopez."

Almost a minute later, there were two fresh baskets of Breadstix placed on the table. I smiled at the waiter. He just gulped and nervously took our drink orders then hastily walked away.

"Wow, I can see that. Our waiter looks like he's about to have a heart attack." She noted as she looked over the vegan side of the menu.

After a few moments she put the menu down in front of her and smiled at me.

"Well, if he's not scared of me, then I'm obviously doing something wrong. Everyone is scared of me."

She frowned slightly and kicked my foot under the table.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?"

She shook her head and chuckled lightly.

"I was just showing you that I'm not scared of you. Not anymore. Actually, I've come to realize that you're actually quite the sweetheart."

I shook my head disbelievingly and narrowed my eyes at her.

"I can't scare you, but I sure as hell make you nervous Rach." I stated as I grabbed one of her hands, examining her nails.

"I mean, have you always been a nail biter?" I teased

She pulled her hand back and looked away.

"N-No, I've just grown to develop the habit recently, it has nothing to do with you making me nervous, because that's simply not the case."

"Oh? Is that so? So if I were to do this.." I slid over to the other side of the booth, sitting directly next to her, and placed my hand on top of her knee, slowly sliding it up her thigh under the bottom of her dress "You wouldn't get nervous?"

Rachel looked around trying to see if anyone could see us, but I could care less if anyone could see.

Just as my hand made its way to Rachel's inner thigh, the waiter showed up with our drinks and proceeded to take our orders.

"Ma'am, what will you be having tonight?" he smiled, looking at Rachel completely ignoring my presence.

When his leering eyes made their way to Rachel's chest I wasn't very happy.

"No me gusta! How about you look her in the eyes when you take her order? You know what? I'm from this little place called Lima Heights Adjacent, have you been there?"

The waiter looked around, visibly shaking.

"No ma'am, I apologize if I offended you."

I scoffed.

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to my date here." The words were out before I could stop them, but I hoped Rachel wouldn't mind. My hand gripped her thigh tightly and I could see the blush creeping up on her face, which only made me smirk.

"Ma'am, I apologize if I offended you by my actions." He apologized sincerely and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"It's quite al-alright. I'll uhm have the Vegan Lasagna please, and she'll have.." Rachel looked at me obviously flustered waiting for me to complete the order and I smirked.

"I'll have the same Tom." I looked at his nametag that clearly said James, but he looked more like a Tom to me, so that's what I called him.

He simply nodded, not daring to correct me, and scurried away.

"You know you don't have to eat a vegan meal simply because I choose not to eat meat" Her blush deepened and I decided it was a good time to stop teasing her and have a serious conversation.

"Rach, I'm not going to sit here while you eat your vegan things and force you to watch me choke down some cows face… That's rude, even for me."

She turned towards me and smiled my favorite thousand watt smile.

"That's very considerate of you Santana." She leant forward and gently kissed me on the cheek. It was my turn to start blushing now.

"It's not a problem for me Rach."

I tried to shake off the blush, but I could tell that she could see it. Dammit.

"Are you blushing San?" I could practically feel her smile. "Are you nervous right now?" she smirked and slid her hand up my thigh over my jeans and I audibly gulped.

It's so not fair if she does this to me, the other way around is fine, but I can't handle it when she's actually touching me. So I decided the only way to get away from this feeling was to make things more serious.

"So uhm, what exactly are we Rachel?"

She pulled her hand away and bit down on her lip, which honestly wasn't helping much either, but at least her hand was off of my thigh.

"I don't know Santana. That depends fully on what you want us to be."

The look in her eyes made my stomach drop, and then she turned her face away, trying not to look me in the eyes. I had to look into her eyes when I told her this, so I turned her face towards mine and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

"You know what I want you to be Rachel Berry?"

I could see the nerves wash away from her as she smiled genuinely at me.

"What do you want me to be Santana Lopez?" She smiled, as her eyes flickered between my lips and my eyes.

"I want you to be my girlfriend. Will you be that for me?"

That was the first time I asked anyone that question and my heart felt like it was threatening to beat its way out of my chest and I'm pretty sure breathing was impossible right now. She pulled back and gasped, and then our waiter came and placed our meals in front of us, but before he could ask us anything, I gestured for him to leave with my hand.

"San.."

I couldn't take her not answering my question so I did all I could think of. I got defensive. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked down at my food, scooting further away from Rachel.

"You know what? Don't even answer that, I was kidding anyway." I lied

Rachel shook her head and sighed, filling the distance between us as she moved closer to me.

"You were joking? That's really too bad, because I would have loved to be your girlfriend…. But I guess if…"

My head snapped towards her and I pulled her into a kiss, not caring at all if anyone was watching. I was finally genuinely happy, and nobody was going to ruin that. Just as we pulled back I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up to see a very shocked Artie and Brittany. Well, Artie was shocked; Brittany just appeared to be hurt.

"H-hey Britt… Wheels. What are you doing here?"

Rachel looked back and forth between Britt and I and I just smiled at her and patted her knee.

"Well Artie wanted to eat dinner, we were supposed to leave earlier but I lost my compass. Artie told me that it was with Christopher Columbus, because he had more places in America that had to be discovered, but Artie doesn't understand that it was Christopher Cross that discovered America. So, we got here late…" I could hear the sadness in her voice, and I didn't understand it.

"What are you two doing here?" Artie asked.

"Well roller derby, Rachel and I are on our very first date." I smiled and looked over at Rachel who was smiling just as wide.

"No, really? What are you two doing here together? Did someone die? Was it one of the reindeers on Rachel's sweaters?" Brittany asked obviously confused.

"No Brittany. Santana, and I are on a date together because we're dating."

"But Santana doesn't date girls; she doesn't want to be one of the Indigo Girls…"

I sighed and looked up at Britt.

"It's different now B. I love Rachel, and I want to date her, because I realized that I don't care if anyone knows that I'm gay anymore."

I looked at Brittany, waiting for a response but all I saw was sadness and confusion.

"Artie, I think we should be headed back home now. I have to check in on Lord Tubbington and make sure he hasn't started smoking or joining another gang with the stray cats in the neighborhood." She turned around and rushed for the door, obviously upset and a very shocked Artie said his goodbyes and followed her out.

It still hurt my feeling to see Britt so sad, but she was happy with Artie now, and I was happy here with Rachel, so she had no reason to be upset with me. Either way, I was going to have to get to the bottom of it. I'll call and check in on her tomorrow or whatever. The rest of our dinner went by relatively quiet, and I could definitely tell that Rachel had something that she wanted to ask, but I waited until we were finally at her house, sitting in her living room to ask. She was skimming through the channels, feigning interest in the shows that were on, so I decided to ask.

"Rach, what's wrong?"

She sighed, turning off the TV and turning towards me.

"Nothing, it's just. How come you and Brittany aren't together still? It's obvious that she's still harboring some feelings for you."

I smiled and moved closer to Rachel and laid my head gently on her shoulder.

"Brittany wanted me to come out when I wasn't ready for it which I'm sure you're aware of from your little eavesdropping adventure when Britt and I were talking on the phone." I laughed, but she looked away ashamed.

"She wanted to be exclusive and out, and I was just thinking about myself. Now that I am out, all I've been able to think about is you though. I'm perfectly happy with being out if it's you that I'm out with."

The room was silent for a few moments but then Rachel broke out in laughter and I removed my head from her shoulder, confused by her sudden laughter.

"See Santana? You're undeniably a sweetheart."

She smirked and moved to straddle my waist.

"You're my sweetheart and I don't mind one bit. Actually, it makes me want to take you to my bedroom and well…"

She leant forward and kissed along my jaw. That was all she needed to do. I grabbed onto her ass with both of my hands and stood up with her legs still around my waist, silently thanking Coach Sue for all of that extensive training. The smile plastered on my face was moderately embarrassing, but I couldn't help it as I carried her up to her bedroom. If this is where being a "sweetheart" gets me, then maybe I shouldn't mind one bit either.