Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee or any of the characters ;)

Monday…

Santana had just finished telling Sugar about her run-in with Brittany yesterday when a terrifying thought struck her.

"Oh my god, Sugar! I don't even know what she likes to eat! What if I make her least favorite food?! Or what if she's allergic to whatever I make?! Or what if she's a vegetarian and I offend her by making something with meat?! Oh god, I should've never offered to cook her dinner! Maybe I can get her to agree to go to a restaurant instead! Maybe..."

"SANTANA!" Sugar yells, making the Latina jump and effectively halting her rambling freak out.

"...yeah?" she says meekly.

"Breathe, sweetie. Just call or text her and ask if there's anything you shouldn't make. Like, any allergies or foods she despises, and go from there."

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Ugh, I don't even know why I'm freaking out...it's just a casual dinner to say thank you for last week."

"Sureee it is," teases Sugar.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh nothing..."

"Whatever. It's just a friendly dinner. Anyway, I gotta get outta here and get my ass home to clean up a bit and figure out what I'm gunna cook. Puck should be here any minute. Are you good here 'til he shows up?"

"Yeah, I'm good," she says as Santana heads for the door. As an afterthought, she yells out, "Call me if you need anything...or if you need to chat after your date…I mean, dinner!"

Santana just waves her off as she walks out the door of her bar.

Santana had just finished cleaning her apartment, glad that she tends to be a pretty neat person in the first place. All she really needed to do was dust a little and sweep up the little bit of dog fur that had been shed over the past couple days. She still has no idea what to cook for tonight so she decides to take Sugar's advice and try to get some tips from Brittany herself.

To Brittany: Hey, just checking if you have any food allergies or something that you definitely don't want me cooking tonight? Hope you're having a good day so far! :)

From Brittany: Hey, lady! You're so sweet. My day has been alright. Kinda seems to be dragging a little though...probably because I actually have something to look forward to tonight ;) Umm, I'm allergic to coconut (weird allergy, I know haha). Not like a trip to the ER reaction, but I do get icky hives. As for foods I don't want you to cook? I'm really not picky. You can make whatever you feel like making. Well, maybe not pancakes... :P

To Brittany: haha no pancakes, got it! And no coconut. That'll be easy...I can't even remember the last time I used coconut while cooking. Okay, I know what I'm making!

From Brittany: What are we having? Do you need me to bring anything?

To Brittany: Nope! Not telling! And no thanks, just bring your appetite!

From Brittany: haha that won't be a problem! What time should I come over?

To Brittany: Is 6pm okay?

From Brittany: That's perfect :) My next appointment is here so I gotta go. I'll see you later. xoxo

The beaming smile that the simple "xoxo" puts on Santana's face should embarrass her, but all she feels right now is excitement. She puts her phone down and starts working on the dessert first, a light chocolate mousse. Once she's done with that, she puts it in the fridge and begins getting all the ingredients ready to make chicken and broccoli fettuccini alfredo. She really wants to impress Brittany with her cooking skills, so she decided to make the pasta from scratch. A couple hours later, Santana has everything prepped and ready to be cooked. She takes a quick shower and gets ready, then starts cooking the meal so it'll be done right around the time Brittany is due to arrive.

Brittany shows up right on time after having stopped home after work to shower and feed LT. Santana is busy plating the food, so upon hearing the knock at her door, she yells out, "It's open!" and finishes bringing the dishes over to the table in the corner of the kitchen. She meets Brittany by the front door where she's leaning over and saying hi to Roxy, who happily greeted her as soon as she walked in. Once again, Santana is stunned by her natural beauty. The blonde is dressed casually in a pair of skinny jeans and a nice blue blouse that really makes her eyes pop. She has a minimal amount of make up on and Santana has never seen a more beautiful sight. She sees Brittany taking off her flip-flops and warns, "You should probably put those in the closet to your left. Roxy has gotten much better, but still has a thing for flip-flops."

"Thanks for the heads up," Brittany grins. "Mmm, it smells fantastic in here!"

"Come to the kitchen. I just set the table with our food."

"Awesome," Brittany says as she follows Santana into the next room. "What are we having?"

"I made chicken and broccoli fettuccini alfredo. Is that okay?" asks the Latina a little nervously.

"That's more than okay. It's actually my favorite pasta dish," the blonde answers with a big smile on her face.

"Well, I can assure you you've never had THIS recipe. I made the pasta and sauce from scratch. I bragged about my kitchen skills last week, so now I'm showing them off!" says Santana with a smirk as Brittany stands there with her mouth slightly agape.

"You didn't have to go through all that trouble for me! Seriously, Santana, I would've been happy with boxed pasta and jarred sauce. You already know I can't cook, so anything would have been a pleasant change from my normal microwavable dinner or take-out."

"Pssh. Don't worry, I wanted to do this for you. You really took care of me last week when you didn't have to, so I wanted to show you just how much I appreciate that. C'mon, sit down before it gets cold," she finishes with a genuine smile.

Santana pours them both a glass of wine and sits down next to Brittany. She waits for Brittany's reaction before she starts eating.

"Oh my god! This is the best thing I've ever tasted!"

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Seriously, if you didn't own Pucktana's, I'd hire you to be my personal chef. Holy crap."

Santana blushes at the compliment and begins to eat as well. They talk about their day, Brittany having more to talk about since she actually had a full day of work unlike Santana. When they finish their meals, Santana clears their dishes and Brittany stands up to help but stops when she hears, "Ah, ah, ah. We aren't done yet! Sit back down, please, and I'll get our dessert!"

"But I'm sooo full!" Brittany groans. "Not that I'm actually complaining or anything. That was so delicious!"

"Thank you. But trust me, you're going to want to make room for this. I knew we were having a heavy meal so I made a light chocolate mousse for dessert," the brunette says as she sets Brittany's dessert in front of her.

"I can't believe you even made dessert. I feel so spoiled right now!"

"Yeah, well, I'm just returning the favor. Now you know how I felt last weekend," Santana admits with a small, bashful smile as Brittany takes her first taste of the dessert.

"That's it! I mean it, San, if you decide owning a bar isn't your thing anymore, I will hire you in a heartbeat to cook for me! This is sooo good! Have you ever thought of adding a restaurant as a part of Pucktana's?"

"Nooo. I like cooking as a hobby, but I wouldn't want to do it as a profession. I'd probably go off on a customer if they sent something back to the kitchen," she laughs.

"Well, you can cook for me anyyy time you want," the blonde winks at Santana.

Santana blushes at this and Brittany thinks she is absolutely adorable.

After they finish eating, Santana gives Brittany a quick tour of her apartment, which consists of a large kitchen, living room, bathroom, and two bedrooms. They reach Santana's bedroom last and Brittany takes in the rich, dark color scheme that just screams Santana. She quickly glances over a few photos of her, Puck, and Sugar on her mirror, an iPod docking station on her dresser, and a large flat screen TV located directly across from a queen sized bed covered with a bunch of very comfortable looking pillows. As they are leaving, something catches Brittany's eye. She sees her favorite shirt she lent to Santana in her hamper, but it's on top of the clothes she was wearing at the dog park yesterday, meaning she wore it sometime between her walking the brunette home and when she showed up this evening. The doctor can't help but wonder if Santana just likes the shirt because it's comfy…or if she wore it because it reminds her of Brittany. She's really hoping it's the latter. They make it back to the living room and take a seat on Santana's oversized couch.

"How about we play 20 Questions in order to get to know each other better?!" the blonde suggests.

"Sure, I'm down. You go first."

"Okay, but the rule is that after the other person answers your question, you have to answer it as well. Only makes it fair in case some really personal stuff is asked."

Santana thinks this over for a second, then says, "Deal."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Blue," the Latina answers as she looks into the bluest eyes she's ever seen.

"Mine tends to change from time to time, but right now, it's chocolate," Brittany says while gazing into Santana's eyes.

"Chocolate is not a color, it's a candy."

"Yes it is. It's a specific shade of brown and it happens to currently be my favorite," defends the blonde.

Santana just giggles, "Fine. Favorite candy?"

"Twizzlers…the regular kind, not pull and peel."

"Mini M&Ms."

They continue on with simple questions for a while, eventually moving on to more personal stuff after they've lost count of the number of questions already asked.

"Last serious relationship and who ended it?" Brittany inquires.

Santana hesitates a little, pondering just how much she wants to reveal to the blonde. "It ended about 8 months ago. I broke up with her," Santana states, not offering the reason behind the break-up.

Brittany internally cheers at the fact that she now knows Santana is open to dating women, but realizes that this is still a sore subject for Santana so she doesn't push her for any more details; choosing to just move on to answer the question herself instead.

"Mine ended about a year ago. He broke up with me because I decided to move out here to open my practice and he didn't want to come with me. Funny thing is…he's now currently dating an ex-girlfriend of mine. Small world."

"Your ex-boyfriend is dating your ex-girlfriend?"

"Yeah. I'm not really into labels," explains the blonde, "but if I had to label myself, I guess I'd say I'm pansexual. I love people for who they are and how they make me feel, not their gender."

"Hmm…I can dig that," Santana says, giving Brittany a reassuring smile to show her acceptance.

Brittany smiles back at Santana and gives a slight nod in response. She doesn't know if Santana likes only women or is interested in both genders, but she now knows enough to know that she could possibly have a chance with the beautiful woman she's starting to fall for. The blonde decides not to dig any deeper at the moment, figuring enough has been said about this topic for one night.

Trying to lighten the mood since her last question obviously hit a nerve with Santana, Brittany skips Santana's turn to ask a question and playfully asks, "Worst kiss ever?"

It works and Santana lets out a hearty laugh. "Oh my god! My first kiss. The girl knew I had never kissed anyone before, so I thought when she finally made a move on me, it'd be soft and slow. No. She took me completely by surprise. Basically just turned me to face her and immediately latched onto my lips with no warning whatsoever. Not only that, but I'm pretty sure she was trying to suffocate me by shoving her tongue down my throat. Honestly, I'm surprised she didn't scare me straight after a kiss like that!" she finishes while bursting out in another fit of laughter. "It was horrible."

Brittany's heart flutters upon hearing Santana laugh so freely. "Mine is kinda close to that. Wasn't my first kiss though. A guy I was dating was the worst kisser ever! He'd somehow get saliva all around my mouth. I swear, it took everything in me to not gag afterward. I tried to take control of the kisses to see if he just needed guidance, but nothing helped. Needless to say, it was a complete turn-off and we didn't last much longer after that," the blonde cringes while recalling those memories."

"Oh eww. Gross!" Santana says while cracking up once again. "You totally skipped my turn, so now I get two questions! When was your last one night stand?"

"Never. Intimacy has always been a really important thing to me. I've never seen the point in giving yourself to someone without having feelings involved. I've always felt like it's a special connection between two people and should be cherished."

"How are you still single?" Santana asks softly, amazed that no one has already scooped up this amazing woman.

"Uh-uh, you gotta answer your last question first!"

"Okay, okay. My last one was in college. I was in the closet all throughout high school, so when I finally got out and was free to be me, I kinda went a little wild. I guess I thought I had to make up for lost time or something. I got it out of my system though and am no longer interested in that at all. If I'm intimate with someone now, it means she's really special to me."

"That's the best way," agrees the doctor. "Okay, to answer your other question, on the rare occasion I actually find myself having feelings for someone, they're always somehow unavailable or unattainable."

"I can get the unavailable thing, but unattainable? I'm fairly certain anyone who's single would be more than happy to take you off the market."

The blonde's cheeks are slightly pink as she elaborates, "Well, when I first moved out here, I was working crazy hours trying to get my practice up and running. I really didn't have time to even meet anyone, let alone actually be in a relationship."

"And now?"

"Now? Now I'm pretty much down to normal office hours, with the exception of an emergency or something involving one of my patients. But I still don't go out much. And when I do, it's usually to catch up with friends and have a good time. Meeting someone isn't really on my mind those nights."

"That makes sense."

"So what about you?"

"What?"

"Why are you still single?"

The Latina scoffs at this. "HA! That's an easy one. Because I'm a bitch."

"You are not a bitch, San."

"Ask anyone who's known me longer than you have. They'd say otherwise."

"You've never been a bitch to me."

"Hmm, I guess that's true. You're too sweet to be mean to. I'm not COMPLETELY heartless."

"I think you have a big heart," Brittany says seriously. "And you know what they say…it's the sweet ones you have to watch out for!" she jokes, throwing Santana a wink.

The brunette avoids the first part of that comment and teases back, "Actually, I think they say it's the quiet ones, but good try.

"Yeah well, I'm not quiet so I had to change it up a bit. I'm still waiting for a valid answer…"

"Ugh, I don't know…I'm at the bar most nights, so I meet plenty of women, but they typically aren't the type of person I want to take home long-term, so I don't even bother. Anyone I meet outside of Pucktana's probably just feels my wrath and ends up terrified of me, so I doubt a relationship will come out of that. And I just haven't really been looking, I guess."

Brittany can sense this conversation is coming to a close, but she doesn't want the night to end just yet, so she suggests, "Why don't we put a movie on? It's still early enough…unless you want to call it an early night." The blonde finishes a little timidly.

"A movie sounds perfect," Santana replies as she reaches over and grabs the remote to see what's on. She's flicking through the channels and lands on How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. It's halfway over, but she doesn't care as she quickly blurts out, "Ahh! This is one of my favorite movies!"

"It's one of mine, too. Let's keep it on."

The women settle in more onto the couch so they are lying down in opposite directions. The couch is extra long, so their feet only make it to about the other's waist. It starts to get a little chilly and on one of the glances Santana has been sneaking of Brittany, she notices goosebumps forming on her arms. Santana pulls the blanket down from the back of the couch, but it isn't quite long enough to comfortably cover both women. Santana offers that Brittany can just use it, but the blonde knows Santana is getting cold, too. Instead, Brittany turns around and lies down between Santana and the back of the couch, pulls the blanket up so it is now fully covering them both, then sneaks her arm back underneath the blanket and gently wraps it around Santana's waist.

"There, isn't this better?" the blonde husks into Santana's ear.

The Latina stiffens at the unexpected turn of events, but quickly recovers and relaxes into the embrace. Her voice cracks as she whispers out a soft, "Yeah."

They continue watching the movie in silence, both loving the warmth radiating off the other woman, and soon fall asleep. Brittany wakes up as the ending credits of the next movie start rolling. She tries to not disturb Santana as she gets up, but the brunette stirs and sleepily mumbles, "What time is it?"

"It's a little after midnight. I should head home. LT is probably getting ready to send a search party out to find me."

The Latina giggles and stands up. "I'll walk you out."

The women put their shoes on and Brittany grabs her keys while Santana clips the leash to Roxy's collar. Once they're in front of the apartment complex, Roxy quickly does her thing and then the women start to say their goodbyes, both feeling like it's the end of a date instead of just a casual dinner.

"I had a really good time tonight. Thank you for making dinner. It was delicious," the blonde compliments once again.

"Thank you. I had a really good time, too," agrees the Latina.

"We should do this again sometime soon," Brittany suggests as she wraps her arms around the smaller woman's waist for a tight hug, breathing in her sweet, yet spicy scent.

"I'd like that," the brunette says as she brings her arms up around Brittany's neck and returns the hug, reveling in the fruity perfume permeating off the blonde's soft skin.

Brittany reluctantly pulls back, but leaves her hands lingering on Santana's hips while Santana's hands stay clasped behind Brittany's neck. They lock eyes before both breaking the gaze to look down at the other woman's lips. Brittany wants to lean in, but has the feeling that she needs to let Santana make the first move or she'll just scare her off. She doesn't have to wait long before she feels the Latina gently grip the back of her neck and sees her start to slowly close the distance between them. Brittany's grip on her hips tightens as she closes her eyes in anticipation of the brunette's lips on hers, but shoots them open again when Roxy's loud barking startles her. Santana quickly pulls back, blushing, and clears her throat before shushing Roxy so she doesn't wake the neighbors.

"Goodnight, Britt," the Latina says, not making eye contact and therefore missing the disappointed look on the blonde's face.

"Goodnight, San. Sleep well," she says before turning and walking toward her car. If she had looked back, she would have seen the brunette watching her walk away with her own look of disappointment on her face.

A/N: An almost-kiss! Looks like Brittana's heating up! ;)