"Brittana meet because they (either Brittany or Santana) got stood up on a date and the other felt bad."
Santana checked her phone for the tenth time in the last five minutes; blank screen. She was really beginning to feel the anxiety as she re-crossed her legs, the backs of her exposed thighs sticking to the wooden chair from being in one spot for so long. Condensation was starting to collect around her glass of water and she had flipped through the menu so many times she pretty much had it memorized.
The last date Santana's best friend, Sugar, set her up on she left with a second degree burn and a soaked skirt. She learned that you probably shouldn't suggest going to a hibachi with a pyromaniac. Oh, and that soaked skirt thing wasn't even the wanky kind of skirt soaking that she was hoping for either. It was actually root beer, like all over her, and if there is one carbonated beverage Santana hates most in the world is freaking root beer.
So it was safe to say that Sugar was unsuccessful that time in finding Santana's soul mate. Santana vowed never again, she didn't need to find her soul mate, her soul mate would find her, but Sugar was adamant this time. She wanted to redeem herself and for some reason she believes she's a great matchmaker. The person Sugar described sounded perfect to Santana: smart, funny, and beautiful and because really didn't have anything better to do and, if Sugar promised that this would be the last date she'd try to set Santana up on, she'd go.
So Sugar went to work; a date and time set, and a restaurant, without a fire source, was picked. But as Santana tapped at the screen of her phone, number eleven, she was beginning to feel like she had wasted her time yet again.
"Would you like a refill, ma'am?" The wary-eyed waiter asked. Unbeknownst to Santana, he had kept a close eye on the table wondering how long this lady was going to hold off ordering when whomever she was waiting for obviously stood her up.
"Uh, no that's okay." Santana waved off with a weak smile.
The waiter wanted to roll his eyes, "Did you want to wait a few more minutes before ordering?"
Santana stared down at her menu briefly before looking up at the tired-faced boy and nodded.
"Alright, if you need anything just holler." He sighed and walked off to tend to his other, more lively, tables.
Santana had checked her phone again; she had been sitting for twenty minutes! She was beginning to go crazy: she rechecked the time and date and place with Sugar and made sure that the reservation was under her name just in case she was the one that had it all wrong, but no. Everything was just as planned minus one other, very important, person. Seriously, is it even still called a date when it's only her?
She was slowly getting frustrated; honestly she reached that point ten minutes ago but she was trying to do this whole be nice thing and it was already working wonders for her. She gritted her teeth at the fact that she had actually been sitting there for so long that she finally snapped.
Santana Lopez doesn't wait for no hoe, even if they're smart and funny and-
"Excuse me?"
Santana blinked away her rage as she glanced up and registered a tall blonde with a sparkling smile looking down at her. She wore a long, black pencil skirt with a blue blouse tucked in around her waist, pearls were around her neck and her hair fell over her shoulder softly. Suddenly all that frustration vanished as Santana took in the sight, Sugar was totally right about the beautiful part because woah.
"Hi." Santana breathed out, her eyes still adjusting to the blonde's beauty.
"Hey." She replied in Santana's same airy tone before she shifted nervously, "I noticed that you have been sitting here for awhile and I was wondering if I could join you?"
Confusion struck as Santana listened carefully, was she not who Santana had been waiting for?"
"I'm sorry, what?" Santana rambled, blinking furiously. Maybe this woman's looks were messing with her hearing.
The blonde bit down on her bottom lip a little before speaking, "Maybe we can keep each other company? I was supposed to be meeting someone tonight but it looks like a no show, they didn't even make a reservation. I've noticed you've been sitting alone as well and judging by how many times you keep checking your phone you've got a no show too; though I don't really get why anyone would want to skip out on date with someone so pretty."
Santana found herself blushing a little at the blonde's words, the back of her neck heating and the palms of her hands burning against her thighs. She wanted to say something super charming like the girl just did, maybe see those freckled cheeks tint a shade of pink too, but she didn't trust herself. So she just smiled bashfully and offered the empty seat to the blonde, "I'm sure the waiter will be relieved to finally take my order."
"Definitely!" The blonde giggled, "I was worried he was going to give up my table every time I ran off to the bathroom."
Santana smiled at the girl's easygoingness and quickly found herself enjoying her company already. It also didn't hurt that she was beyond gorgeous. I mean, seriously, she had to be sculpted by gods.
"I'm Brittany, by the way." The blonde, Brittany, said after they had placed their orders.
"Santana."
"That's a pretty name," Brittany complimented, "I'll spare you the line about how it fits for such a pretty girl, I'm sure you hear that a lot."
"Not from anyone worth hearing it from though," Santana teased easily, "You probably would've gotten away with it."
"Well in that case.." She winked and Santana instantly swooned.
Despite the rocky beginning, Santana ended up having a wonderful time at dinner. Her and Brittany chatted freely, getting to know each other better considering the circumstances. It turned out that she too was set up by a friend constantly wanting to find soul mates and true love. Santana and Brittany laughed and laughed at how horrible both of their friends were at matchmaking.
"You know, I'm kind of glad I got stood up." Santana sighed happily.
Brittany hummed from the rim of her wine glass then set it on the table, "Me too. Not that I'm happy you had to look so sad for like twenty minutes, but that I got to have dinner with such a great person."
"Yeah," Santana laughed, "Well, I'm glad you got stood up too then."
"Let's make a toast." Brittany cheered, reaching for her glass again and holding it to Santana's, "To Samantha Lopez, the date never to be."
Santana's smile faltered as she heard her last name, but shrugged anyway. Lopez was a pretty popular last name.
"And to Miss Sugar Motta," Santana added just as cheerfully, "For being the worst matchmaker ever."
Santana went to clink her glass with Brittany's only to find that the blonde's glass was back on the table.
Brittany stared at her with brows scrunched and her nose wrinkled cutely, "You know Sugar Motta?"
"Yes?" Santana answered hesitantly, "Why?"
"She set me up on the date tonight." Brittany replied blankly. Santana was shocked, completely baffled. They started at each other silently trying to piece everything together when the blonde finally smiled, "I guess Santana does sound a lot like Samantha..maybe that's why they said there wasn't a reservation made?"