Would you be so generous as to bestow us with a first date from the President Pierce-Lopez 'verse? Like, the "official" first date? Or when one of them asked the other out?
After their first encounter, Brittany knew right away that she felt something for Dr. Lopez. She was gorgeous and sweet and even a little snarky, all of which Brittany adored in a woman. But she fell short after getting her nose realigned by never getting the brunette's number, then again it was probably for the best since Dr. Lopez was just doing her job. She probably stares at everyone like they're the prettiest person in the world and she probably handles all her patients with the gentlest of touches and she probably flashes everyone beautiful smiles, Brittany wasn't anyone special.
Quinn thought otherwise, "That woman definitely has the hots for you, Britt! Anyone with eyes could see that."
"You were drunk, how would you remember?" Brittany chuckled, hoping the subject would soon change. It had already been weeks since the incident yet she and Kurt still wouldn't let it go!
"No I agree with her, Dr. Lopez did look very interested in you." Kurt added behind a small grin, "You should've asked her out."
Quinn was right behind him, "You should've! You're always complaining about how you're cooped up in the office all the time-"
"I don't complain, I like my job. You're the one that's always complaining.."
As Quinn frowned and rethought her last statement, Kurt cut in, "It could be fun, Britt. When's the last time you even went on a date?"
"Guys, no. All she did was fix my nose," Brittany protested, "She treated me like any other patient."
"I doubt that staring longingly into your eyes counts as treating you like any other patient." Kurt smirked, "I'm sure that would be a lawsuit."
"I could accidentally punch you again? If she treats you then you'll know it's fate." Quinn suggested causing Brittany to huff and roll her eyes at her two best friends.
"You are not punching anyone, Quinn." Kurt said adamantly.
Brittany was already a little peeved thanks to all the studying she had been doing but Quinn and Kurt were really starting to stress her out with all this talk about the brunette, "As much as I would love to go into further detail about this crazy idea you two have, I actually have a really important exam I need to be studying for so.."
"Alright, fine." Kurt sighed as he and Quinn gathered their belongings, "But I really think you should give it a try."
"Uh huh, I'll keep that in mind." She smiled half heartedly as she waved them goodbye.
Brittany didn't though.
Santana was a doctor, a very young looking doctor but a doctor nonetheless and doctors never have time for anything so what makes them think she'd have time for Brittany after spending twenty minutes with her? It's not like Brittany has loads of time either with studying and work and more studying. So Brittany dropped the idea of Dr. Lopez and went on about her business.
But maybe fate did end up laying a hand because the very next day, a familiar brunette entered one of the few twenty-four hour cafés that Brittany just so happened to love. It was late, really late, and Brittany was still buried up to her ears in texts books and empty coffee cups, eyes sore and shoulders a little stiff from all the reading, when Dr. Lopez tapped her on the shoulder.
At first she thought she might've been hallucinating, but then Brittany was being handed a fresh cup of coffee, the aroma and the sight of Santana's smile waking her body up.
"You look like you could use another." Santana said, nodding to Brittany's workspace.
"Thanks," Brittany blushed at the mess she was sitting in front of but was too busy sipping on her coffee to organize.
Santana just smiled again, "I'm glad you're all healed. You're even more attractive without all that blood running down your chin."
Brittany again considered she was probably hallucinating because there was no possible way Santana was standing there after buying her a coffee and complimenting her. She was a little surprised by how forward she was being, but decided to just go with it because it's not every night she runs into her beautiful doctor.
"Would you like to sit with me?" Brittany asked after realizing Santana's just been standing in front of her this whole time, "Here, I'll clear all this stuff out of your way."
As Brittany closed a couple of her books and organized some of the study guides she made for herself, Santana took the seat in front of her, eyes scanning titles of the books the blonde had been reading, "So what keeps you out this late, it's almost three in the morning?"
"God, is it? I always lose track of time when I'm reading about employment discrimination." Brittany pouted, checking her phone for the time before looking back up at Santana, "I have my bar exam in a couple weeks."
"Oh, so you're a lawyer?" Santana asked, intrigued, "What kind?"
"Almost, I still have to pass." Brittany sighed; she couldn't wait to be done with these endless nights of studying, "I want to be a civil rights attorney." She wanted to help people and protect them from bullies no matter how big or how small, it's one of the reasons she and Quinn got along so well.
"Ah, I should've known." Santana smirked, recalling the day she first met Brittany and how passionate she was about equality and bullying, "You'd do a great job."
Happiness swelled in Brittany at Santana's compliment; with her family background, it was definitely a long time coming so it felt good to hear someone, someone that she barely knows, believe that she could make a difference, "Thanks. But what about you? You're out late. Can't sleep?"
"Sleep? What's that?" Santana teased, the shift between smirking and smiling with her dimples all on display causing Brittany's stomach to flip. Her fingers picked at the cardboard sleeve around her coffee as she replied, "I just got off of work. You'd think I would head straight to bed after working sixteen hours straight, but I'm kind of nocturnal now which is probably for the best. I'm only a first year."
"That explains why you're the only one besides the barista keeping me company." Brittany chuckled before leaning in and lowering her voice, "Between you and me, you're much prettier."
Santana just sputtered a laugh, her cheeks bunched cutely and her nose scrunched. Brittany wished she could be the cause of that kind of smile more often and made a promise to herself right there that she'd do anything she can to see it again. From then on, Santana often caught Brittany studying late into the night at the café after she had gotten off. They'd have a cup of coffee together and talk about their day, Brittany eager to tell her all the stories she'd read at the office and Santana just as excited to tell her all the crazy emergencies she had to tend to. Santana's visits were Brittany's favorite part of studying and she always looked forward to seeing her favorite doctor and getting to know a little bit more about her.
Santana liked getting to know a little bit more about Brittany too. Brittany told her about her love of history and what made her want to pursue a career in law and how she came from a family of politicians who weren't any good and probably should've just stuck to what they were good at which was law. Although her ancestors were great lawyers with genial personalities, there was still a lot Brittany felt like she had to make up for in order to redeem her family name. Brittany had waited for everything to click in Santana's mind after the talk of ancestors and politicians, but nothing. She wanted to be up front with the girl and in most cases, after someone found out about Brittany's family history, they'd usually bolt, but not Santana.
Though Santana couldn't think of anything remotely bad related to the name Pierce, she sympathized with the blonde about coming from a family with a certain specialty and following their footsteps; she did the same thing. She came from a family of doctors and since she could read, she had always had a fascination with the medical field and even at her young age knew what she wanted to do with her life. After graduating high school early at the age of seventeen, she went straight to college and medical school and then right into a residency position at the same hospital her father started.
Brittany was blown away by Santana's ambition and Santana was just as impressed with Brittany's.
By the third time, they had already exchanged numbers but with their busy schedules there wasn't much time for texting or phone calls. Although, when Santana could sneak in a quick text to her it made Brittany's whole day complete.
Kurt and Quinn would often tease Brittany about using the excuse of studying late just to get the chance to see Santana, but Brittany paid them no mind until they brought up asking Santana out on a date again.
"Britt, it's time." Kurt said with finality.
"What do you mean?" Brittany frowned, "We've been on like five dates already."
"Accidentally running into someone on purpose while out studying does not count as a date."
"What? Since when? Who said?"
"Uh, since ever." Quinn piped it, "This is how long it's been for you, you've forgotten the rules."
"No, you're just making them up."
"Brittany, come on, ask her out." Kurt suggested, "She likes you and everyone in the whole world knows you like her-"
"They do not."
"Take her on a date, a real one."
Brittany didn't answer, just stored the thought in the same place she stored it last time because unless they decide to go on a date at three or four in the morning, it's not gonna happen. She had to admit that she wanted to though. She had thought about candle lit dinners with Santana and eating spaghetti and catching a movie afterwards and getting to hold her hand in the theatre and maybe even getting a goodnight kiss after everything. Just thinking about the possibilities made Brittany's heart flutter, but she had to think realistically about this so again she emerged herself in her studies.
She didn't see Santana that night, the doctor's schedule was all over the place so she could never tell when she might see her, but she did get her first phone call from the brunette.
"Hi, sorry, I hope you weren't sleeping."
"No, just doing one last run through of my flashcards." Brittany smiled at the worry in Santana's tone, "What's up?"
"Uhm, nothing really. I'm just in between patients- wait! Not like that! I meant I'm not seeing anyone right now. Patients! I'm not seeing any patients right now. Not that I would call you while I was seeing someone, a patient or a regular person, because I'm not like that."
Brittany began to smile at Santana's uncharacteristic rambling, "Wow, can I guess how many coffees you've had or was that because of sleep deprivation?"
"Sorry, I don't normally do this."
"What? Call people?" Brittany giggled, "I couldn't-"
"Do you maybe want to go out with me?"
"Wait, what?" Brittany froze.
"I have the day off on Sunday and I know you have your exam the next day so I understand if you don't want to, but I've wanted to ask for awhile now but having a day off is so rare and I hate doing this over the phone but I couldn't leave the hospital tonight to ask you personally. Now all my coworkers are staring at me ramble like an idiot and if they don't scram in the next-"
Her words grew muffled but the moment gave Brittany enough time to register what was happening, Santana was asking her on a date, a real one that takes planning and not something that happens accidentally. She didn't think the moment would ever come!
"Damn, eavesdroppers I swear! As if this hospital doesn't have enough drama already." Santana grumbled, her voice clearer once again, "Sorry, no one understands what a private conversation is anymore-"
"Yes!" Brittany blurted excitedly.
"Did you say yes?"
"Yeah, why not!" Brittany shrugged although Santana wasn't there to see her, "I've wanted to ask you out too but I never knew when it would be a good time since you're always so busy. Anyway, yes! I'd love to go on a date with you!"
"Great! I know the perfect place."
Brittany couldn't contain her excitement but when Kurt and Quinn got on her case about Santana again, she considered withholding the fact that she was indeed going on a real date with Santana, but ended up caving because honesty is always the best policy. They were just as excited and wished her luck when Sunday finally came.
Out of her scrubs and lab coat and instead sporting a tight fitting pair of black jeans and a white blouse, Santana looked effortlessly beautiful. To Brittany, she always looked effortlessly beautiful.
"Wow, you look.." Brittany trailed off with the small shake of her head as she stared adoringly at Santana, "You look great."
"Oh stop," Santana blushed, "You look great too."
Santana had kept where she was taking them a secret so Brittany was all too ready to get this date on a roll. The doctor had full control of the date and Brittany was excited to see what she had in store for them.
On the way there, there still being a mystery, Santana and Brittany fell into conversation easily. At the time they hadn't realized it was their first time hanging out outside of the café Santana often found Brittany studying at, but that didn't seem to matter; being together felt as natural as anything.
"Okay, we're here." Santana said after parking a couple blocks away from their destination. Brittany checked out her surroundings but nothing looked familiar and she loved that. The blonde eagerly hopped out of Santana's car and quickly found her side as the doctor led the way. Within a block's distance away, and more decorative advertisings for the place they were headed, which Brittany hadn't noticed because of the way Santana's hand kept brushing past hers, Santana suddenly felt the need to explain, "So I thought about taking you to do the typical dinner and a movie thing, which I wouldn't mind doing with you if this first date is a success-" Brittany smiled at the girl's nerves resurfacing and nodded; she wouldn't mind a second date too, "But I wanted to do something special because I don't have many days off. I wanted to do something that you would remember me by.."
As they turned the corner, Brittany's eyes nearly bulged out of her head, "You took me to a museum?"
Santana gulped, not sure how to interpret Brittany's question, "Yeah, I know you like history so what better place to get your history on that at the National Museum of American History?"
"Wow."
"That's okay right?" Santana asked shyly, "I mean, it's not lame that I'm taking you here is it?"
"No, of course not!" Brittany gasped, turning on the girl and spontaneously reaching for her hand, "I love museums, Santana, this is the best surprise ever!"
"Yeah?" Santana asked with a hopeful smile.
"Heck yeah!" Brittany beamed and continued on towards the entrance, her hand never letting Santana's go.
Brittany felt like she had died and go to heaven, the museum had everything! She marveled over all the displays and listed off fact after fact which Santana listened intently to because Brittany was so sexy when she was all wrapped up in her love of history. There was no way they could cover the whole museum in one visit, so Santana swiped a map with a list of all the exhibits and they checked out their top five.
"Hey Santana, look at this!" Brittany would say and tug a little on Santana's hand until the brunette was pressed against her side. She'd forget how to talk for a second but then her brain would reboot and shed remember what she had called her over for. They were standing in front of mannequins wearing vintage lab coats with old medical tools displayed beside them.
"Wow." Santana would breathe out, awed by their worlds colliding. Brittany often preached about history being involved in everything so there's always something new to learn and that's why she loved it so much, but seeing Santana's reaction after pointing out something that had such meaning to her family really changed things.
That went on for the next couple exhibits; one picking out something really cool and showing it off to the other or Santana trying to quiz Brittany on her endless knowledge about everything, seeing if she could stump her but finding that she couldn't, until they arrived at the American Presidency exhibit where each President of the United States' portrait was on display. It was huge and there was no way of avoiding it, just like Brittany's past.
"Let's go over there!" Santana urged towards the wall, but Brittany was hesitant. Even from afar, she could spot his picturing hanging in the fourteenth spot.
"Woah, look! They've got a whole section dedicated to First Ladies." Brittany said, trying to distract Santana.
"Oh yeah? Let's see, you know I do love me some ladies.." Santana teased, showing off a goofy smile as Brittany led the way to the display. She was glad Santana could be so easily swayed, but they began to run of things to look at and checking out the Presidential wall soon became unavoidable and Brittany found herself standing in front of the portraits.
"All these Presidents and not one of them a woman," Santana whispered as she stared up at the wall, "Ain't that something?"
Brittany just swallowed dryly, "Yeah, crazy."
Though Brittany was trying to keep her cool, Santana saw right through her, "Are you alright?"
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." Brittany shrugged, trying to play it off but Santana just smirked and lifted her perfectly sculpted brow. One look into those gorgeous brown eyes and Brittany caved, "You remember how I told you my ancestors were into politics?" Santana's brows furrowed but she nodded. "Well, that's my grandfather."
"Obama?"
"What?" Brittany shrieked and looked to where she jutted her thumb, finding that she did in fact accidentally point to him, "No, not him..him, Franklin Pierce, otherwise known as one of the worst Presidents in American history."
"Hold up, are you trying to say you are related to a President of the United States?" Santana asked lowly.
Brittany cringed at her tone and looked around nervously before nodding, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before! It's just, he was a horrible President and my family is still trying to make up for his reputation. I mean, he was from the North but he was pro slavery like how is that even possible?!" Brittany grew frustrated at his decisions but the look on Santana's face made her stop, "I didn't tell you because it was nice meeting someone who didn't know that about me right away. I'm sorry I lied, sort of, but I really like you, I didn't want my family's history scaring you off. I didn't want you thinking that I agree with his thoughts and beliefs too."
"Brittany.." Santana sighed, reaching for Brittany's hands to bring her closer, "I would never judge you by someone else's mistakes." That caused Brittany to look up, her lips involuntarily pouted, but Santana just continued to smile, "I'm not a big history buff like you are so I don't know much about what he did or what he believed in other than what you've just said, but knowing you after as little time as I have, I can tell you and him are complete opposites. Hell, you want to be a civil rights attorney! That alone sets you apart from him because you want to defend the minority and help get their voices heard. You're making a huge difference, you're building your own reputation and I can tell you right now that no one is ever going to associate you with him. You've got ambitious and a cause, that's all you need." Brittany's pout was easily replaced with a smile, the amount of belief Santana had in her filling her with pride, "I really like you too, Brittany, you don't have to worry about him scaring me off."
"Okay," Brittany said shyly behind her smile, "I was just checking..but now that's out of the way. Do you wanna grab lunch at the Stars and Stripes Café?"
"Yeah, let's go." Santana chuckled and reached for Brittany's hand so they could walk to the nearest elevator.
The rest of their date went exceptionally well, Brittany even mustered up the courage to kiss Santana's cheek when the brunette dropped her off back at her apartment. Maybe it was because they had just spent the day surrounded by American history, but that one little kiss on the cheek had Brittany seeing fireworks like it was the Fourth of July; who knows what she'd see if she'd ever feel Santana's lips pressed against hers!
The morning after, Brittany awoke to a text from Santana greeting her with a good morning and wishing her a ton of luck on her bar exam which she made sure Brittany really didn't need because she had no doubt in her mind that Brittany would do anything but pass.
Santana ended up being right and Brittany passed on her first try, granting her access to finally fulfill her dream of becoming a civil rights attorney. From then on, she'd change the world one case at a time and make a name for herself. Santana would be right alongside Brittany, supporting her all the way to the top.