A/N: I can't help but feel like the first half of this chapter turned out to be a bit of a filler piece, but I hope you still enjoy it!
A/N2: This is the last completed chapter I have for this fic. So let me apologize in advance for not having the next update ready. I'll try to not take forever to write it.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee or any of the characters ;)
The rest of the week turned out to be very busy for both women. They were disappointed because they weren't able to spend any time together, but they made sure to text each other when they could throughout the day and ended their night with a phone call before they went to bed. On Friday, they agreed that after their Sunday morning run, Santana would be taking the lead on their next date.
Sunday late morning…
After their usual Sunday morning run, Santana left Roxy at Brittany's since she would be coming back soon anyway. She went home to freshen up, and then it was time for her to put her plan for the date into action. She remembered Brittany making an off-handed comment about wanting Santana to show her how to cook, so the Latina decided to give the blonde a private cooking lesson. Needless to say, the blonde was excited to hear what they'd be doing on their second date.
Santana arrives back at Brittany's after making a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up the needed ingredients. The Latina lugs multiple bags into the house, piquing Brittany's curiosity. The blonde doctor watches as Santana pulls yellow squash, zucchini, eggplant, salt, flour, eggs, Italian seasoned breadcrumbs, vegetable oil, and two rolls of paper towels out of the grocery bags. The brunette then begins reaching into a couple tote bags and pulls out Ziploc containers, large plate like platters, six big bowls, tongs, two smaller cutting boards, three knives, a sifter, a whisk, a handful of empty coffee tins, and an extra deep skillet.
"What is that?" Brittany asks, pointing at the skillet.
"This…" Santana picks up the appliance and moves it onto the counter, "is an extra deep skillet, although we'll be using it as a fryer today."
"So we're making fried vegetables?"
"Yup! You'll like the way they come out. They're amazing hot or cold. We're gunna slice them up and bread them first. This will be a pretty time consuming cooking lesson, but we have all afternoon so there's no rush."
Brittany sees Santana dig into one of the totes again and pull out two aprons. She puts on a red one that says "Latinas Do It Better" and hands the blonde a blue one with little yellow ducks all over it.
"Oh my god! This is so cute!" Brittany beams.
"I saw it a couple days ago and immediately thought of you, so of course I had to get it."
As Brittany puts the apron on, Santana sees her smile falter a little and immediately asks "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Oh, umm, can you help me tie this?"
Santana can't help but think how cute the taller woman is when she gets bashful. "Of course. Turn around."
Brittany's breath hitches as she feels the Latina's hands skim from the sides of her waist to the middle of her lower back as she pulls the apron strings back and ties them securely behind her.
"Thank you," the blonde's smile returns.
Santana just smiles back and arranges everything into their necessary places throughout the kitchen. She puts the cutting boards, knives, and platters on the kitchen island and everything else spread out on the counters. Santana finally looks at Brittany, who seems a little lost at what she should be doing right now, and tells her to sit on one of the stools at the island while she washes the vegetables.
"Why do we need three knives if there are only two of us cutting up the veggies?" Brittany inquires.
"We'll need a thinner, sharper knife to cut the eggplant as thin as it's supposed to be since it's softer than the squash and zucchini."
"Oh, okay, that makes sense."
Once the veggies are ready, she brings them over to the island and places a zucchini on the cutting board in front of Brittany. She then moves behind the blonde and reaches around her so she can guide her through how to properly slice the vegetable. The Latina feels a shiver run down Brittany's spine at their closeness and gives an internal cheer for being the cause of such a reaction.
"Okay, so first, we're gunna chop the ends off," Santana says as she gently grabs the blonde's hands and shows her how to hold the vegetable so she won't cut herself with the knife. After making a few slices together and placing them side by side on a platter, the Latina asks, "You think you'll be okay on your own?"
"I think so. It seems pretty easy."
"Good," Santana chuckles, then turns serious. "Just go at whatever pace you're comfortable with. I'll probably be going pretty quickly since I've done this a million times, but I don't want you getting hurt so please don't try to match my pace."
Brittany feels herself falling just a little harder at Santana's words and caring tone. She musters out a simple, "Okay," and concentrates on slicing up the pile of zucchinis in front of her.
Santana wasn't lying when she said she'd be faster than Brittany. As she finishes slicing the last zucchini, she looks up and sees that Santana had just finished with the squash AND eggplant. The women now had multiple platters of each veggie sliced up in front of them.
"What's next?" Brittany asks.
"Now we salt all the slices, flip them, and salt the other sides. Once that is done, we let them sit for an hour, then blot up the water that the salt is gunna pull out of them."
Santana starts salting the platters and Brittany follows behind, flipping the slices so the platters are ready to be salted again when Santana is done with her first run though.
"Alright! Let's clean up our mess so far, set up the next steps, and then watch some trashy reality TV until the hour is up!" Santana suggests.
"Let's do it!" Brittany laughs.
After they throw out the unusable veggie bits, they decide to quickly wash up the knives and cutting boards so they can be packed away. Brittany washes and Santana dries. The shorter woman packs the items away and turns back to Brittany to explain what they need to set up for the next part of their cooking lesson, only to be greeted with a wave of water droplets. With a gasp, she yells, "You did NOT just do that!"
Brittany just giggles as she dries her hands off. Before she knows what's happening, the blonde finds herself pinned against the counter, her wrists held above her head against the cupboard. The Latina manages to keep both wrists pinned with just one hand and quickly leans over to grab the faucet hose after turning the water on. She holds the nozzle against Brittany's chest.
"So you think it's funny to flick water at me?!" she asks with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
The Latina's show of strength was definitely turning Brittany on, but she was more focused on trying to get the brunette to stand down without spraying her. "Noooo! It's not funny at all! Please don't squirt me!" the blonde pleaded.
"Why not? It'd be sooo easy. All I have to do is squeeze this handle just a tiny bit," she chuckles lowly. "Hmm. On second thought," the brunette pauses, then whispers into the taller woman's ear, "I can think of better ways to get you wet."
Before Brittany can recover from her clouded mind, Santana has already backed away and is pouring both women a glass of wine. The blonde finally snaps out of her trance, mumbling, "That wasn't fair."
Santana just smirks, hands Brittany her glass of wine, and heads into the living room to wait out the rest of the hour. Brittany follows after her, turning the TV on as she takes a seat on the couch. The women watch about a half hour of a Real Housewives of Atlanta rerun before Santana speaks up.
"Are you ready to continue cooking?"
"Yup!"
They head back into the kitchen and blot up the excess water from the veggies, then put them into their own respective bowls. The brunette wipes down the platters and spreads most of them across the island again, leaving a couple to place on the counter next to the other supplies.
"What's next?" Brittany asks once that's done.
"Okay, so before we can fry up the veggies, we need to get them breaded."
While Santana starts cracking eggs into one bowl, she instructs Brittany to dump some flour in another bowl and then some breadcrumbs into a third bowl. As she whisks the eggs, she tells Brittany to lay out paper towels on all the platters left on the island. The Latina arranges all the bowls into the necessary order, then puts an extra platter at the end of the row and explains how the breading process works.
"Alright, first, I'm gunna take a veggie slice and dip it into the flour so it's fully coated, then dip the entire thing into the egg bowl until all the flour is covered, then I'll toss it in the breadcrumbs bowl and it'll be your job to cover it with breadcrumbs, press down on it so they stick to the egg coating, then flip the slice, cover it with more breadcrumbs, press down again, then move it onto the platter right next to you." She demonstrates with a couple slices. "Got it?"
"Yeah, seems easy enough."
"Good. This is gunna get pretty messy. Let's prep a few batches while the oil heats up."
"Sounds good to me."
Santana wipes her hands off, then pours some vegetable oil into the skillet and turns it on.
"Okay, I'll be doing the frying during this cooking lesson because you gotta be very careful to not let any oil splash on you. Hot oil burns are worse than boiling water burns," the Latina explains as she points to an old, small burn mark on her forearm.
Brittany gently takes a hold of Santana's wrist and pulls her arm up to her lips, planting a small kiss on Santana's old burn. The Latina inhales sharply at the unexpected action. Brittany releases her grip and says, "I'll definitely be okay with letting the expert here take care of that part. Thanks."
The women prep a few batches worth of veggie slices. Before Santana starts frying them up, she shows Brittany how to use the sifter to get any clumps out of the flour and breadcrumbs bowls, then tells the blonde to add more of each ingredient to their respective bowls. The Latina starts frying up the breaded slices and Brittany keeps prepping more slices. Santana puts the golden brown slices onto the platters with the paper towels and shows Brittany how they need to soak up the oil from the veggies right away, but make sure to be careful so they don't burn themselves in the process.
When the oil gets too cloudy, Santana pours it out into a couple of the coffee tins to harden before they can be thrown out. Fresh oil is added to the skillet and while Santana waits for it to heat up again, she takes the opportunity to watch Brittany prepping more veggie slices. A wave of warmth spreads through her chest at the domesticity of this date and how it just feels so right, so comfortable, to be doing this with her favorite blonde.
The blonde finally looks up after noticing the kitchen has been quiet for a little while and as soon as she does, she sees Santana burst out laughing. Brittany's brows furrow in confusion, only making the brunette laugh even harder. Once Santana is able to calm down a bit, she finally speaks up.
"Come here, you," she says through a few remaining giggles, "you have flour all over your face."
"Do I really?" the blonde asks, clearly embarrassed, as she steps closer to the shorter woman.
Santana can see the blush form even with the white powder covering most of Brittany's cheeks.
"Mmhmm," Santana confirms as she wets a paper towel and begins to clean off the taller woman's face. As she wipes off the last smudge of flour, Santana leans in and gives Brittany a quick kiss on her now clean cheek.
"There, all better!" she says, a wide grin spreading across her face.
"Thanks," says Brittany as another small blush appears. She turns back to the remaining veggie slices and continues breading them.
After all the veggies slices have been breaded and all that's left is for Santana to finish frying them up, Brittany starts to get antsy.
"These smell sooo yummy! Can we have some now?!" she whines.
"Okay! Okay! You can have a couple…but not too many or you won't be hungry when we actually sit down to eat once they're all fried up."
"Yes!" the doctor cheers.
Brittany holds a piece of squash up to Santana's lips, but pulls it away as soon as the Latina opens her mouth, popping into her own instead, mumbling, "Mmm! Nomnomnom!" as she chews.
"Tease," the brunette pouts.
The blonde steps into the smaller woman's personal space before quietly saying, "Oh, honey, you have no idea." Santana visibly gulps as Brittany continues speaking. "I meant to ask when you first put this on," the taller woman runs her hand lightly down the front of Santana's apron, "exactly WHAT do Latinas do better?" she husks into the brunette's ear. Brittany pulls back to see a confident smirk on the smaller woman's face.
"Everything," she says with a wink and turns back to flip the batch currently being fried. When she turns back around, she sees Brittany staring at her with chipmunk cheeks. "Brittany!"
"What?!" the blonde says through a mouthful of food. "They're so good!"
Santana just stares back, not saying anything else.
"Do I have something on my face again?" Brittany shyly asks.
"No, you're fine."
"Then why are you staring at me?"
"You're just adorable, that's all," Santana says with a soft smile.
The Latina sees the blush starting to creep up Brittany's neck and face as she turns around to pluck the now fried veggies out of the skillet and lay them out on the platter next to her.
Once everything had been fried up and the women ate their fill, they packed away the leftovers, cleaned up the kitchen, washed the dishes, and decided it was still early enough to pop in a movie.
As the movie plays, the women manage to shuffle closer and closer to the point where they are finally cuddling. Brittany is leaning back against the armrest with Santana wrapped up in her arms, head resting on the blonde's chest. The Latina's eyes flutter shut as she feels the doctor start to run her fingers gently through her hair. With a soft sigh, Santana snuggles in even closer to Brittany's body and succumbs to sleep.
Brittany takes this time to simply relish the feeling of being able to hold the beautiful brunette in her arms, taking comfort in the peaceful look on Santana's face as she sleeps. The blonde doesn't know what she did to make the Latina give her a chance, but she vows to herself that she isn't ever going to give Santana a reason to regret her decision.
Santana wakes up just as the credits start rolling. She lifts her head and is met with shining blue eyes.
"Hi, sleepyhead" Brittany whispers and smiles softly down at her.
"Hi," Santana bashfully replies. "Sorry for falling asleep on you. I am the worst date ever." Her brows furrow as she frowns.
"Hey, now. There's no need for that frown. I happened to enjoy every single second of your little nap. I mean, who wouldn't love having a beautiful woman cuddled up in her arms?"
"Such a charmer," Santana replies as her frown turns into a cheeky grin.
"There's that gorgeous smile!"
Santana bites her lip in an attempt to stifle her grin as she sits up. "It's getting kinda late. I should probably head home," she says with a hint of disappointment lacing her voice.
"Hmm, okay," Brittany replies, obviously not wanting the night to end yet either.
Santana wakes Roxy up from her nap with LT and hooks her leash onto her collar. Brittany grabs some of the leftovers from the fridge and the bags of dishes from the kitchen. When she walks into the living room again, she offers to help Santana carry the bags out to her car.
After loading the bags and Roxy into the backseat in silence, Brittany walks Santana around to the driver's side.
She steps up close to the smaller woman and gently wraps her arms around the Latina's waist. "Thanks for the cooking lesson. I really enjoyed this date."
Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's neck and pulls her in for a warm hug. "You're welcome. I'm glad you had a good time. I did, too."
The shorter woman pulls back slightly, leaving her hands resting on the back of the blonde's neck, and Brittany sees a semi-conflicted look cross her face, but before she can question it, it quickly disappears. Santana has apparently come to some sort of decision to whatever had momentarily plagued her mind.
Brittany understands what just happened as Santana grasps the back of her neck a little more firmly and slowly pulls her down to connect their lips. The blonde is hit full force with just how much she's missed the brunette's pillowy lips on her own. She just hopes that when the kiss ends, the reaction isn't the same as their first kiss.
When air becomes an issue, Santana breaks the kiss and mumbles, "Mmm. I missed your lips," before leaning back in to capture Brittany's bottom lip between her own.
When they finally break apart again, Brittany replies, "That's funny. I was just thinking the same thing."
Before Santana can say anything back, Roxy starts barking inside the car. She sighs. "I should really go. I'll talk to you tomorrow though."
"Alright," Brittany says as she opens the door for the Latina. "Goodnight, San."
"Goodnight, Britt-Britt."
Brittany closes the door and walks to her front porch, giving Santana a little wave as she drives off.
Wednesday Afternoon…
"Aww, c'mon, San!" Sugar pouts, even though Santana can't see her. "We haven't gone out dancing in FOREVER! And when's the next time we're gunna get a night off work together?!"
"Ugh, okay, okay. Wipe that pout off your face…I know you're sporting one right now. I'll go out with you tonight. Where are we going?"
"Yes! Let's go to New Directions. I heard they got a new DJ who really knows how to drop a beat!"
"Alright, but you're picking me up cuz I plan to get my drank on," the Latina says.
"Deal! I'll just have Daddy's driver bring us so we can both have a good time! We'll be at your place at 9pm!"
"Okay, see ya then," Santana says as she hangs up the phone.
Santana sees that it's only 5pm now, so she has time to waste before getting ready to go out. She opens her phone to her Favorite contacts list and presses her finger down on the top person listed there. After a couple rings, she hears her favorite blonde's voice on the other end.
"Hey, San!"
Santana can hear the smile in Brittany's tone, which makes her smile as well. "Hey, Britt-Britt. How was your day?"
"It was good. Went by pretty quickly and didn't have any crazy appointments, so I call that a win," she laughs. "How was your day?"
"Boring so far. All I've done all day is go for a run with Roxy and chilled around the house. Sugar is making me go out with her tonight since we never get a night off together. Any chance you'd wanna join us?"
"Aww, I can't," Brittany says, disappointment lacing her words. "I'm taking Tina and Mike out to dinner tonight as a thank you for helping me set up our first date. I was actually going to see if you wanted to join us, but I'm sure Sugar wouldn't let me steal you since you two already have plans."
"Aww, man. I totally would have gone! I need to thank them as well. But you're right…Sugar would kill me if I tried to bail on her tonight. She basically had to beg me to get me to agree in the first place. Maybe we can set up a double date with Tina and Mike soon?" Santana asks, not sure if she's being too forward or not.
"That sounds great! I'll let them know we'll be kidnapping them sometime in the near future! And I'm sure you'll have fun tonight! But, umm, I gotta go. I need to finish cleaning up here, go home and feed LT, and then get ready to go out. Don't be a party pooper for Sugar…you know she just wants to spend some time with you!"
"I'm sure I'll have fun with her…I just planned on lounging around tonight and she ruined that haha. But anyway, I'll let you go. Tell Tina and Mike I said hi!"
"Will do! Bye, San."
"Bye."
Wednesday Night
From Sugar: "You better be ready, Bitch…we're pulling up now! :P"
To Sugar: "I'll be out in 10!"
To Sugar: "jk. On my way."
Santana climbs into the black car waiting outside her apartment.
"Mami, you look HOT!"
"Thanks, Sugar. You don't look so bad yourself!"
The girls pre-game a bit in the back seat of the car on their way to the club. As they pull up outside New Directions, Santana hears her phone alert her to a text message.
From Britt-Britt: "Hey, San. Tina, Mike, and I decided to go out dancing after dinner. We're at New Directions now. Not sure where you and Sugar planned on going, but if you haven't decided yet, you should come join us! If you're already out, no worries…I'll just talk to you tomorrow :)"
Upon seeing the smile on Santana's face, Sugar asks, "Was that Brittany?"
"What? Oh, uh, yeah. I guess her, Tina, and Mike decided to go out dancing after they went to dinner. They're actually inside here. She just invited us to join her if we hadn't already decided to go somewhere else."
"Don't text her back! Let's go surprise her!"
"Okay." Santana grins.
The girls completely bypass the line to get in thanks to Sugar knowing basically everyone, including New Directions' front door bouncer. They hit up the bar before looking for the others. Sugar spots them first and leans over to point them out to Santana. They're already out on the dance floor and Santana is a little intimidated to go dance with Brittany. She knows she can move, but the blonde is just soooo good. She doesn't wanna chance embarrassing herself in front of the dancer.
"Shit, Sug. I'm not drunk enough to go dance with Brittany!" Santana yells over the loud music.
Sugar can tell Santana is starting to panic a little so she pulls her over to a booth to calm down and finish her drink. As soon as they sit down, Santana sees a blonde guy greeting Mike. A minute later, the guy approaches Brittany and starts dancing with her. Santana tries to shrug it off, thinking Brittany might know him since the unknown man obviously knows Mike. The dancing starts off innocent, but the guy quickly begins to get frisky with the blonde. His hands are drifting way too low for Santana's liking and the Latina's jealously flares up hardcore. She sees Brittany move the guy's hands back up to a respectable place and say something in his ear. She's still jealous that someone else is dancing with her Britt-Britt, but feels a little better since she clearly just put the guy in his place. Before the song is over, she sees the guy grab Brittany's ass and pull her flush against him. The Latina starts to make her way onto the dance floor and sees red as she witnesses the guy try to kiss Brittany, only to be pushed away before his lips could touch hers. Brittany is obviously pissed off. If looks could kill, the glare she's shooting at this guy would have him on the ground in an instant.
Santana reaches the pair and wraps her arms around Brittany. She turns toward the guy and gives him her best death glare before saying, "Hey, buddy, you know what happens to people who try to mess with my girlfriend?! Cosas malas! How about you drop yourself down a few pegs and go find someone on your own level. She's taken."
The guy quickly scurries off and Santana loosens her hold on Brittany.
"Sorry about that. I just saw him dancing with you and getting inappropriate. I didn't like that. And I saw you push him away so I just figured it'd be easier to get him to back off if he thought we were girlfriends…"
"San!" Brittany cuts the Latina off and gives her a soft smile. "It's okay. I'm just glad he's gone."
"Oh. Okay. Well, umm, I'm just gunna go find Sugar," Santana says, suddenly feeling a little flustered at being so close to Brittany.
Santana turns to step away, but Brittany is quick to pull her close again. She leans in near the brunette's ear, eliminating any remaining space between the women, and says, "She's already found someone to dance with. Stay here with me. I wanna dance with you."
The blonde pulls her head back and Santana gulps at the intense look in the blue eyes staring into her own.
Unable to deny Brittany's request, Santana mutters out a soft, "O-okay."
Brittany doesn't hear her, but she reads Santana's lips and knows that the Latina has agreed to stay and dance with her. The blonde's hands drop to the Latina's hips to start guiding them to the beat of the music. Santana's arms wrap around Brittany's neck and soon enough, both women have slipped a thigh between the other woman's legs. Song after song plays as the women grind on each other, faces so close that they're breathing the same air. They're both flushed and incredibly turned on as their dancing heats up with each song that's played.
The DJ starts spinning a club remix of Sugababes' "Too Lost in You" and Santana turns around to grind her ass into the blonde. Brittany wraps her arms around the smaller woman, pulling her back into her. She hears the brunette moan when the dancer's breasts press against her back. As the song continues, the shorter woman leans her head back against the blonde's shoulder. Brittany's hands roam over Santana's inner thighs, up her taut abs, to finally cup Santana's breasts. The Latina snaps, turning around and crashing her lips into the blonde's. When Brittany moans, Santana takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. She reluctantly breaks their lips apart, leaning up to speak into the taller woman's ear.
"Brittany," she pants out, "take me home."
Brittany grabs Santana's hand, leading her out of the club. The women don't even bother saying goodbye to their friends. Brittany hails a cab, giving the driver Santana's address as she slides into the backseat. The brunette follows right behind her and immediately straddles the dancer, leaning in to reconnect their lips. She trails her lips down Brittany's neck and the blonde is pretty sure she's died and gone to heaven…Santana's lips feel THAT good on her skin.
They're interrupted by someone clearing their throat and realize they have already arrived at Santana's apartment. The brunette shoves a wad of cash into the cabbie's hand and all but pulls Brittany out of the cab behind her. Santana is trying desperately to unlock her front door, but is getting very distracted by the soft, pink lips sucking just below her ear. She finally gets the door open and is greeted by a barking pup. The noise is enough to momentarily distract the women from each other.
"Umm, I'm just gunna let Roxy out real quick. Make yourself at home. If you want something to drink, you know where everything is," Santana says as she hooks her dog up to her leash.
Roxy quickly does her business, but Santana takes a couple extra minutes in the fresh air to clear her mind. She's pretty nervous about where this night is clearly headed. She wants Brittany. She wants her so much, but she hasn't been with anyone in a long time. The thought of being intimate with someone new is making the brunette feel extra vulnerable right now. She knows Brittany is different though, so she takes one last deep breath and heads back inside. Santana enters her apartment to see Brittany still standing by the doorway.
"I thought you'd be settled in by now," Santana says as she unhooks Roxy from her leash.
The blonde saunters over to her, pressing her against the back of the door with her own body, and whispers hotly into her ear, "The only place I want to get settled…is between your legs."
Upon hearing that, Santana's body instantly heats right back up and she feels a new gush of wetness flood her panties. She whimpers.
A/N3: Anddd I think that's a good place to stop this chapter! ;) Reviews might encourage me to write the next chapter quicker!