The rest of week was super hard. That's what…never mind. We tried to find time to see each other at school but sometimes that didn't work out. After school, Santana continued to meet up with Holly and I even met with her once. Holly was really cool and wise. Not old people wise, but cool people wise.

I ended up talking to her for over an hour and I wish I had talked to her sooner. Maybe if I had, I would't have hurt so much. Holly set up some more time for me to go talk to her and she said she wanted to talk to us together later.

I told Santana that we should get her a present or something for being so cool.

I don't know how, but we made it the whole week and now that it was Friday, I got to spend more time with Santana. On Wednesday, she had told me she had some big weekend plans for us.

We were on our way to Columbus to look at colleges. At least that's what we told our parents. We left right after school and had each packed a bag to last us until Sunday. I still wasn't sure why we were going.

"So, are we really going to look at colleges?" I asked from the passenger seat. We had been on the road almost two hours and I was getting kinda anxious.

"Nope." Santana had this playful smile on her face that made me relax. She kept her eyes on the road and I was sad I couldn't see her full smile. "But, that was the only way my mom and your parents would let us go away for the weekend."

"What are we going to do then?"

She reached for my hand and brought it up to her lips and kissed the back of my hand. "I promised you a date," she said, "And I'd like it to be in a place where we don't know anyone."

I wish I had a thermometer now because my temperature was probably though the roof. My whole body felt really warm. "A weekend date?"

She kissed my hand again. "Well, I figure if we're driving two hours, we might as well stay a couple of days."

"Awesome."

She let go of my hand and put hers back on the wheel. "And it'll help me cross some things off my bucket list."

"Do you have a secret bucket collection? Is that why your garage is all cluttered? I never heard of bucket hoarders."

"No, not like that," she said with a laugh, "Holly made me create a bucket list, you know, stuff you want to do before you die."

"Oh, yeah, I think I saw that movie," I said. I think Morgan Freeman was in that one. I wasn't sure, I feel asleep ten minutes after the movie started.

"Anyway, this is a lesbian bucket list," she explained, "I wrote down all the things I want to do."

"Lesbian things? You're not going to get a buzz cut, right? I really like your hair."

"No, Britt. Don't worry, I'd be insane to cut off this Pantene commercial worthy head of locks."

I let out a huge, relived breath. "Thank God."

"This lesbian bucket list has things that are supposed to help me come out." Santana looked at her sideview mirrors and got out of the highway.

"Can I see it?"

She bit her lip and shook her head. "Not yet. When I cross everything off, I'll show it to you."

"Aww, come on, Santana," I whined, "Please. A few months ago you couldn't even say the word lesbian without getting upset and now you're making lesbian lists."

"I promise to show it to you, but only when I cross everything off. Look, how about I tell you things as I cross them off?"

"Hmmm. OK, yeah, that's a good compromise. Calendar word."

She kept her eyes on the road as she spoke. "Well, coming out to you was one."

"Check!"

She laughed as she turned on a residential street. "Another was taking a bath with you and also asking you to be official.

"Ooooh, OK, that explains that. That was sneaky." I giggled, "Wait, are these all about me?"

"Some," she said, "Some are things I want to do on my own and some involve other people. The ones about you, are the ones I wanted to do the most."

"That's awesome Santana," I said, "And it seems to be helping."

"It is," she said. She made a few more turns and pretty soon we were in a neighborhood that had rainbow flags on some store windows and on some street poles.

"Are we…"

"Yeah," she said, "I figure this area would help me be more comfortable. I want to hold your hand in public without looking over my shoulder worrying I'll see someone I know. I want to sit at a restaurant and cuddle in a booth. I just…here, we can be around people like me. Us."

The idea that she would drive two hours just to hold my hand was really touching. "That's sweet, but I don't want you to do something you're not ready for."

"I'm ready." She pulled into the parking lot of a fancy looking hotel and parked the car. "And you've been waiting long enough." She turned off the car, took off her seat belt and turned to face me. "I'm ready."

I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned in to give her a kiss. "Good. Come on then, let's go do gay things while holding hands."

"Let's go," she said with a smile.

###

We checked into our hotel and it turned out Santana had gotten us a swanky suite. One of her mom's bank clients had given her some vouchers or something for free nights. Maribel always got free stuff and it was times like this I had paid attention when she told me what exactly she did.

After we checked in, we went out to walk around the area. Santana held my hand the whole time. We went into stores and were around people, but Santana never let go. I saw her kinda nervous at first but when she realized no one cared, she relaxed.

For dinner we went to this pretty cool restaurant bar with karaoke and pool tables. Santana had reminded me to bring my fake ID so we could drink. This place was really cool and it was pretty packed but not so much that it was annoying.

I saw Santana look around at all the people, all the couples. All the gay couples. I saw her smile and it made me think of how far she had come. If this had been last year, she would have never even set foot in a place like this. Progress. So much progress.

We were sitting at a round booth near the middle of the restaurant and, as Santana had wanted, cuddling.

"I love cuddling," I told her, "But when our drinks come, I'm going to have to let you go."

"I know."

"And while we're at it, we are not going to be those couples who sit on the same side of the booth to eat when it's just them," I said, "You know how I feel about that."

"Yeah, yeah." Santana kissed my cheek and scooted away from me. "And you know I feel the same. I mean, that just gets in the way of eating. It's not very practical."

"I know!" Santana and I always made fun of couples who did that. Actually, we made fun of a lot weird stuff couples did and I just hoped we didn't turn into those corny ones.

"We are not going to be like those couples," Santana said, like she was reading my mind.

Our waiter, Stew, who reminded me of a more muscular Artie, came back with our drinks. "Ladies! OK, I've got an Old Fashioned and a rum and Coke."

"I'm Old Fashion!" I reached for my drink and brought it closer. I had watched and old movie where they drank this and I always wanted to try it.

"Now, what can I get you to eat?" Stew asked.

I looked to Santana so she could order first. "I'll have the steak burger and seasoned fries," she said.

"And I'll have the ribs and onion rings," I said, "Oh! And a small side of ranch dressing."

"Coming right up!" he said and winked at us before he left.

"Are you having fun, Britt?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink.

"This is awesome," I said, grinning, "So far this is the best date I've ever been on."

My answer made her bashful. "Good."

"How are you doing, though? Being in public and around all these people?" It seemed like she was OK but I wanted to hear it from her. Santana was an expert at hiding her real feelings.

She took another sip of her drink and smiled. She reached for my hand and held it tight. "I feel, really great," she said, "This place is comforting, I guess is the right word. I mean, it helps that it's wall to wall lesbians and gays."

"And bisexuals," I added, "People always forget about us."

She smiled. "And bisexuals." She looked around the bar again. "I don't think I've ever seen so many gays all in one place. Honestly, in Lima, it feels like I'm the only lesbian there."

"You actually might be," I teased.

She got closer to me again and gave me a kiss. "There are a couple of things I can cross of my bucket list now."

"Really? What?" I was so curious about this list and I really hoped I could see it one day. Seeing it would cure my investigative journalistic, I think that was a word, curiosity. It would also mean that Santana was living her life as her true self.

"Well, holding your hand in public is done," she said, "And going to a gay club or bar is another."

"How many things are on this list?"

Instead of answering, she kissed me again. We ended up making out and getting lost in each other. I didn't even think too much about how Santana was making out with me in a crowded restaurant..

"Ladies!"

We separated and for a split second, Santana panicked. It was like she forgot where she was.

"Sorry to interrupt," he winked. He placed our plates on the table and gave us some extra napkins. "You two just disappointed all the single lesbians in this place."

"Is it cause they got jealous we looked really hot making out?" I asked. I wouldn't blame them. Santana and I were hot.

"Maybe," he said with a laugh, "You guys are fun. Next round of drink is on the house."

After he left I turned to Santana. "See! Making out in public gets us free stuff!"

"I guess it does," she laughed, "We'll have to test that out later when we go dancing."

"Best date, ever," I said.

Since becoming official, Santana had been so sweet. Sure, she was sweet before but this was on a whole other level. In all the times I had fantasized about Santana being my girlfriend, I had never pictured her to be so mushy. There was no trace of badass, angry, or tough Santana. She was like a sweet kitten.

We started eating and the food was delicious but I couldn't stop looking at Santana and thinking about her mushiness. "Mushy."

"What?" She ate a fry and then took a sip of her drink.

I finally took a sip of my drink and had to wait a moment to let it pass. That was some strong Old Fashioned fashion. "Mushy," I repeated.

"The onion rings? I'll make them make you fresh ones!"

Santana raised her hand to get Stew's attention but I pulled it down. "No, you. You're mushy."

"Me?"

I nodded. "This whole week you've been so sweet and lovey-dovey. It's been really adorable. I never thought you'd be like that. I always thought you'd be more badass."

She dropped her fry and pointed at me. "Hey! I'm still badass!"

I shook my head, smiling. "Nope. You're mushy and cute. You like to be my little spoon and cuddle. You like it when I play with your hair and scratch right above your left temple. You can't go an hour without touching, seeing or talking to me. Mushy."

Santana kept shaking her head but ended up smiling. "OK, fine. Maybe I'm a little mushy, as you say, but not trying to hide my feelings has made me soft."

"Mushy soft," I teased.

She picked up a fry and pointed it at me. "Don't tell anyone."

"Never," I said, "Mushy Santana is all mine."

She rolled her eyes, her smile now bigger. "Eat your onion rings before they get mushy."

Best date ever.

###

The club we went to next was more crowded than the restaurant. Santana grabbed my hand and led me straight to the bar. We found an open spot and she managed to get us both drinks. After a few more sips, I had ended up liking the Old Fashioned and I decided that was my drink for the night.

"Kiss me," I said, "Maybe we can get these for free."

She laughed and put her hand behind my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. With the buzz I had from the drinks and the buzz I always got from kissing Santana, I felt like I was floating outside my body.

I pulled back and took in a deep breath. My floating self returning to my body. "He didn't see us," I said, looking at the bartender's back.

"Well I guess we have to kiss a lot more then," she said and gently bit my lip.

"Do you wanna dance?"

The people behind Santana got up form the stools they were sitting on and left. Santana quickly claimed both seats before two guys sat on them. "Take a seat Britt. Let's finish our drink then hit the dance floor."

"Deal." I drank a bit more of my drink and I realized I shouldn't have anymore until I burned off what was already in my system. I did not want to get wasted on my first date with Santana. We both turned to watch the people dancing and it just made me really want to get out there. I saw a tall red-headed lady come up to the bar and head directly to Santana. I frowned.

The red-head leaned in close to Santana and said something, but with the loud music I could't hear. Santana just shook her head and ignored the woman. I smiled.

"Did she ask you to dance?" I asked, once that lady was gone.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Yeah."

Before I could say anything else, another lady came up to Santana. I was starting to hate this club.

Santana ignored that woman too then got up and stood in front of me. "So fucking annoying. I can't even enjoy my drink."

"You're like lesbian catnip," I said, "I gotta keep my eye on you."

She finished her drink and set it on the bar behind me. "If that means, you only looking at me the rest of the night, please do. I don't want your attention on anyone else."

"Well, it's not like anyone is coming up to me," I shrugged, "No one's hit on me."

"That's because I gave anyone who looked at you, my evil glare."

She narrowed her eyes and set her jaw, showing me her evil glare. It made me laugh. "Good, cause I thought was was losing my touch."

"Believe me, your are not." She put her hands on my thighs and started caressing me. "But that touch is only for me."

One thing I learned about Santana since we became official was that she was kinda possessive. Not in a stalker, creepy way though, more like protective. Every time she said something about me being only hers or her being only mine, it made my whole body vibrate.

I finished up my drink and set it on the bar next to her's. "Let's go dance!"

She laughed and took my hand then headed out to the dance floor.

Almost two hours later, I took Santana's hand and led her back to the bar. Since almost everyone was dancing, I found an empty spot a the bar and claimed it before anyone else did. The bartender remembered us and had our drink order ready really fast.

"Old Fashioned and rum and Coke!" he said.

"I needz ma drink!" Santana shouted and grabbed her drink. Before I cold even sip mine, she had finished half of hers.

I was so thirsty and hot and the drink cooled me down but it just made me more thirsty. I got the bartender's attention again and asked for a water. When I got it, I finished almost half real quick and made Santana finished other rest. She needed it.

"You want more?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I'm good. Oh man, it's hot in here."

"But fun."

"Lot's of fun," she said with a laugh, "This place is great. We need to come back."

"For sure!"

"I think we…." Santana stopped talking and her eyes got really big. She was looking at something behind me but when I turned around, all I saw were people dancing.

"What's wrong?" She didn't move and kept starring at the crowd. She looked scared. "Do you see a ghost?"

She took a long breath and finally spoke. "Is that….is that….behind you, by the stage….is that Sue?"

I turned around and looked towards the stage. I did see a tall short haired blond woman that did look like Sue from the side and had to squint to make sure it wasn't her. When the woman turned around and I was able to get a good look, I smiled. "It's not her." I turned to Santana who looked like she had seen the scariest monster in the world. "Honey, it's not her."

"Are….are you sure?" She used me as a shield and tried to see behind me at the Sue twin. When she got a good look, she closed her eyes and sighed, relief all over her face. "Fuck!" Santana shook her head and turned to the bar. She put her elbows on it and buried her face in her hands. "Fuck!"

I rubbed her back hoping that would calm her down and after like a minute, she let me see her face again. "Are you OK?" I asked.

She shook her head. "What the fuck is wrong with me? When I saw that lady, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest."

"That lady did look a lot like her," I said, "I wasn't so sure at first. It's OK, Santana. It's wasn't her and your secret is safe."

Santana wiped a tear that had fallen. "That's just it. I wanted to come here to avoid feeling like this. I hate that I can't get past this! I don't want to have to drive two hours just to hold your hand!" She turned around and got the bartender's attention and order us drinks again.

"Santana."

The bartender gave her the drinks and she handed me mine. "Here."

I took it and took a sip. She took a big gulp of hers, finishing half. "Santana. It wasn't her. And it'll get better. You've already crossed off a bunch of stuff from you lesbian list and you'll get to all of them. You just need time."

She took another swig of her drink and finished it off. "I just…I don't want to feel like I'm hiding something bad. I don't want to pretend and I wish I could just snap my fingers and stop feeling like I do."

I took a long drink from my Old Fashioned and placed it on the bar. I wish I could do that for her, snap my fingers and make all those bad feelings go away. Sadly, my magical powers did not develop like my mom told me they would back when I was seven. "You will."

She placed her drink on the bar and then hugged me. "I'm sorry I ruined our date," she said into my ear, "I didn't think I'd freak out like that here."

I hugged her back. "You didn't ruin anything." I pulled back and gave her a soft kiss. "Today was perfect. So, how about we go back to the hotel and cuddle. It's late and I'm kinda tired."

She kissed me again and nodded. "Let's go."

I called the bartender and closed our tab. I then took Santana's hand and led her out of the club. On the way out, I turned back around again and the lesbian Sue twin caught my eye and she winked at me. It was really disconcerting.

Calendar word.

###

When we got back to the hotel, we changed and went straight to bed. We didn't realize how tired we were until we laid down. Santana kept apologizing for ruining our date and I had to keep telling her she had nothing to apologize for and to just stop.

We woke up around 8 then headed for breakfast. There wasn't much to do in that area but neither one of us wanted to leave so we just walked around and went to a nearby park. For lunch we went to a diner and then hit up more shops. By mind afternoon, we decided to go back to the room and watch a movie.

When we got to the room we changed into sweats and got comfortable on the couch, cuddling.

"Isn't this better than walking around?" I asked, snuggling closer to her. She had her arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer.

"Well, I was quite enjoying holding your hand and kissing you in public," Santana said, "But yeah, this is better."

I kissed her cheek then moved so I was laying down and had my head on her lap. "What kind of movie do you wanna to watch?" I clicked around the menu on the TV trying to find something good.

"Action."

"Sexy action or explosions action?"

Santana laughed and ran her fingers through the top of my hair. "Explosions is probably safer."

I clicked on one with Liam Neeson on the cover and put the remote down. She did have a point. Maybe sexy action was not for the best since we hadn't had sexy times in a while. As the movie played, I wondered when she would want to have sex again. I was willing to wait as long as she needed but I had figured that this would have been the best opportunity to, well, do it.

"You're over thinking something," Santana said softly.

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"Because you're pressing your lips to the side and you've got these tiny scrunchy lines on your forehead." She ran her fingers down the bridge of my nose. "What are you thinking?"

"It's silly."

She turned my face so that I was fully looking at her, "Hey, nothing you think is silly. Tell me."

I sighed and grabbed her hand. "I was just wondering if you wanted to keep waiting to have sex again. Which, is totally fine. I just wasn't sure if this was a sexy weekend date or a cuddly weekend date."

"It can be whatever you want, Britt. I just thought you'd want to go on a few dates first. Like in the movies you mentioned."

I got up and sat next to her again. "Holding my hand in front of people, kissing me in front of them, and just being with me is worth a hundred dinner or movie dates."

She gave me that sweet smile she only had for me. "I…" she took a deep breath. "I love you, Brittany."

97% suddenly turned into 100% and I felt like my heart was soaring. I wasn't sure how a heart soared by that's what it felt like. "I love you too."

She leaned in and kissed me and we both forgot about the movie. We kissed for a long time, slowly and gently. We weren't in a rush and it wasn't anything like it was back in the day when it was like wham, bam thank you ma'am.

She was the first to pull back. She was smiling. "It seems crazy now," she said, "Hiding from you. Especially since you knew before I did who I really was."

"I think you knew," I said, "Even if just a little."

She got up from the couch and took my hand, pulling me up. "More than a little, I think. I just hoped that I was wrong or all these feeling would go away." She led me to the bed and sat me down on the edge.

"Feelings for me?" She took off her shirt and bra so I did too. "Or feelings for all ladies?"

"Love feelings for you," she said, "And lust feeling for some ladies. Sorry."

I smiled at her. "Don't be sorry. Lust feelings are totally fine. I have them too."

"For who?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Don't get sidetracked," I teased and winked at her.

She playfully rolled her eyes and took off her sweatpants and underwear at once. Then she took off her top and I just gawked at her. That was a calendar word I though meant duck guacamole and was disappointed when I found out that wasn't the definition. Anyway, I just gawked at her perfect body and I could't believe that I was the only one who got to see her like this. I guess she caught me gawking because she smirked at me.

"Like what you see?" she teased. I just nodded. "Good, because I want to look good for you." She got me to stand up and took off my clothes. It was her turn to gawk at me. "I used to sneak glances, you know."

She had me lie down and she quickly settled on top of me. "At what?"

"At you, when we slept together. When I made those rules when we started sleeping together. You know, like..."

"No talking and no looking," I finished.

"Right," she said sadly. She leaned down and kissed me and spread my legs with her hips. "I used to look all the time when I was sure you didn't notice."

"You broke your own rules," I said with a smile.

Santana rocked against me and I moaned. I was so wet already and had been dreaming of being with Santana again. She spread my legs wider and was about to slide down my body when I stopped her. "I want to kiss you."

She smiled and loved back up. She kissed me.

"I couldn't help myself," she breathed, "You're so beautiful."

All those times I thought I saw her look at me really happened. I didn't catch her watching me too often but when I did, I always figured I was imagining things. "So…so are you." Santana started rocking against me a bit faster and I was starting to lose my words.

She moved up and adjusted us so that her, very wet, pussy was rubbing against mine. "Ohhh Sa…'Tana."

Cheerios was hard and Sue made us do crazy exercises and stretches that everyone hated. I did at first but then realized that all that exercise made my body super bendy. And Santana's body too. Thanks to Cheerios, were are able to have some interesting lady sex.

She picked up her pace, never looking away from me. I loved when we did this type of lady sex because I could see her and, well, the amazing feeling of feeling Santana grind again me was like nothing else. We were both so wet, we easily set up a rhythm.

"This, this is your favorite, right?" Santana was panting, her eyes really dark and she was starting to sweat.

"Ye…yes!" We were both moaning and I felt like a thousand fireworks were inside my body. I tried so hard to keep my eyes open so I could see her but I just felt so good. "Saannt…" I couldn't even say her name.

She picked up her pace and I almost came. Being with her felt different now, it felt more special. She made me feel special.

"Re…remember when you, mmm, the first time...you made me squirt?" she asked, her mouth right against mine. I just nodded. "I want…fuck…want to make you…too." I could tell she was close too but was holding back waiting for me first and that just made me want to come even more.

"Ju..st look at me." could hardly talk now and I felt like my whole body was going to break apart. She kept her pace and never took her eyes away from me and I could see the she did love me. I could actually see it and it was unbelievable. I didn't think you could see love, but there it was. And just like that, I felt all those fireworks go off at the same time and I swear I left my body. Maybe that was another super power coming to life.

I felt Santana thrust against me a few more times before she screamed my name and came and fell on top of me. We were both breathing so hard and loud you would have thought we ran a marathon.

"My body feels like jelly," I said after I came back to my senses.

Santana laughed and kissed my cheek. "Me too." She moved a little and looked down our bodies and I saw her grin. "Looks like were even."

It was then I realized that I felt really wet. "Oh! I guess that's what happened when I left my body." Santana laughed more and I hoped I never stopped hearing her do that. Maybe I could make her laugh my ring tone. "And we're not even, Santana. This is my first time. You've done it like 50."

"No way! it's been once. Maybe twice."

I brushed some of her damp hair away from her face. "Are you forgetting who you're talking to?"

She rolled her eyes and quickly kissed me. "OK, fine. But I have not squirted 50 times. And while we're at it, why has it taken you this long to do it? Was I doing something wrong before?"

"Of course not. I told you, the lady sex research I did said it varies from lady to lady. Some do it all the time, some once in a while and some never. Trust me Santana, you are doing everything right."

I was glad when she just nodded and agreed with me because I didn't want her to think she didn't satisfy me cause she totally did. A lot. A lot, a lot.

"And it's been seven times," I went on, "So you need to make me leave my body like that six more times to be even."

She grinned and ran her thumb against my cheek. "Is that a challenge?" I just smiled and and shrugged my shoulders. "You're on."

She spent the rest of the night trying to get us even but by the end, her count was up to eight.

-tbc-

A/N: Thanks again for all the great messages. I got a new flash drive and hopefully that won't happen again. I have to say, I didn't think this story would get this many reviews/follows. I really appreciate you all reading.