Author's Note: I'm promised you interaction, so here it is!

Brittany's POV

As the commercials now surrounded the car I felt myself relax a little more. I could still feel Santana's eyes on me, but I tried to ignore it. It wasn't that I didn't want to look into her seemingly deep dark brown eyes. No, that wasn't the case. I was just so scared that once I look into her eyes she will see everything I was feeling...What if she rejected me? I couldn't handle that.

I slammed my foot on the break and gripped the steering wheel tight as we stopped at a red light. I really wish she would stop looking at me...

Santana's POV

...Maybe I should stop looking at her. Somehow I caught myself looking at her more often than I pictured. I finally found myself looking at the car to the right of us and focused on their rims. I could tell Brittany wanted to look at me but decided against it. I wanted her to know that I liked her...That I felt some way about her...But what if she rejected me? I don't know if I could handle that...

Brittany's POV

"So, where exactly are you taking me?" I heard her say. I still couldn't bring myself to look at her.

"It's one of my favorite places. I come here a lot to get away from the world. They're holding a concert here and I thought you would enjoy it."

"Who's singing?"

I smiled at her, but said nothing more.

I continued to drive until I came to a large brown building; about half of the parking lot was full with cars and motorbikes. I parked as close as I could get to the door and we both got out. She eyed me curiously.

The sounds of a dog barking came from a faint distance as the wind picked up and a motorbike's engine roared, I felt her grip my arm and look around the dimly lit parking lot.

"Don't tell me you're scared." I said with a giggle.

"Me? Scared? Never..." But she didn't release my arm.

Santana's POV

A dog barking and an engine does nothing but make me sigh and groan, it does not scare me. It was just an excellent excuse to hold onto Brittany, who didn't resist me. I felt my heart beating fast and my stomach doing a back flip. I was close to Brittany and she wasn't rejecting me...

"Okay, seriously, whose singing?" I asked as we got closer to the building. There was no banner on the door which made me a little nervous.

"Shhh." She said smiling at me.

We entered the building, which was bigger on the inside than the out. It was lit with beautiful glowing lights and ticket holders on each side of the door. Brittany handed him two tickets, which surprised me because I had no idea she even bought any.

"When did you buy those?" I asked her.

"I'm a woman of mystery."

"I see that now."

We went through the red ropes and took a seat in the third row. The stage was large and lit, there seemed to be a smoke machine slowly making its way filled with smoke on the stage.

"These are great seats." I said to her.

"Only the great get the great." I blushed.

Brittany's POV

I'm so cheesy...

Santana's POV

...She's so cheesy, but it's cute on her.

The lights dimmed and I heard the faint sounds of a familiar raspy voice off stage. As the lights and the sound grew I knew the voice, I knew that voice too well...

"No way did you bring me to an Amy Winehouse concert!" I yelled pushing her playfully.

She said nothing but smiled at me as I listened to Amy's "F Me Pumps."

Brittany's POV

She looks so happy, so beautiful even in the dim light. Her smile fills my heart with happiness. I had brought these tickets so long ago that I had forgotten about them. I was on an Amy Winehouse rant and I wanted everything about her. I bought these tickets maybe two months ago, and once I heard Santana singing her songs I knew she was the one I should take. I was originally going to take Quinn, but her eyes don't glisten like Santana's do when you've made her happy.

I sighed to myself as I watched her dance and sing along to every song. I didn't say much as I watched her. She didn't seem to notice me looking at her anyway...

Santana's POV

...I noticed Brittany's eyes on me but I tried to tune it out which only seemed to be impossible. I couldn't believe she had taken me to an Amy Winehouse concert. How could she have remembered that I loved her songs? How could she possibly know that I have never been to one of her concerts before?

I let my eyes glance over Brittany who was eyeing Amy and singing along to "Valerie". How could that beautiful blonde girl know so much about me, when I know so little about her?

Brittany's POV

The concert ended three hours later and we made our way into the pitch blackness. Santana's hand was looped through my arm as we made our way towards the car.

"I can't believe you took me to an Amy Winehouse concert." She said. Even in the darkness I knew she was smiling.

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

She shrugged, "I just never thought you would...I don't know...I guess it's just not something Maria would do."

"Maria's your best friend right?"

"Yeah..."

'Best friend'

There goes that word again...

Santana's POV

...I couldn't help but want to slap myself in the face for saying the F word yet again.

We reached her car and she unlocked and held out the door for me.

"Well, I'm not Maria." She said as I got into the car. She got into the car a few seconds later and started the ignition.

"You're right." I began, "You're much better."

She smiled as we pulled out of the dark parking lot into traffic.

Author's Note: Weeeeeeell? What did you think? Did you like that they both have a fear of rejection? And how about that concert? And not to mention Santana's smooth moves on getting her arm around Brittany. Well, review! :D