Thanks again to everyone that reviewed. This chapter is a bit longer. I just writing and couldn't stop. And I thought there was a lot that needed to be included in this. Enjoy and please review :)
Santana had only been asleep a few hours when her phone started ringing. She reached blindly over to her nightstand. She clutched her phone and brought it to her ear. "What?"
"Good morning, sunshine," Puck laughed.
"What do you want this early?"
"I wanna know what happened last night!"
"You're worse than a girl. I hope you know that."
"Whatever. Tell me. Did you get laid?"
"No I didn't."
"Well hell. I thought for sure a stripper would put out."
"Don't talk about her like that."
"What? She takes her clothes off for money."
"Seriously dude. Shut up."
"You like her, don't you?"
"If you were here, I would smack you right now."
"You're in love with a stripper!" Puck sang and laughed at his lame joke.
"I'm not in love with her. I just met her."
"But you must like her."
"I do. Like a lot."
"So if you didn't get any, what did you do last night?"
"We met up at a diner after her shift. We sat and talked for hours."
"All you did was talk?"
"Yeah." Santana shrugged. "I'm not like you. I don't need girls falling in my bed every night."
"That's the biggest load of bull I've ever heard. You know just as well as I do, we are almost matched in our conquests."
"Ok fine. You're right. But she's different."
"Wifey?"
Santana laughed. "It's too early for all that."
"I'm gonna call it. You'll be wifed up in a year."
"You're just jealous, Puckerman. I'm going back to sleep."
"Got plans tonight?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
"Getting together with wifey?"
"She has a name, you know?"
"I figured she did. But I like wifey."
"Fine. Yeah we're going to dinner."
"Well get at me later. We should chill today."
"Alright. Later dude."
Santana shoved her face deeper in her pillow as she put her phone back on the nightstand. Why does he have to complicate everything? She drifted back to sleep slowly. A few hours later, she woke up. She made a pot of coffee and had a cup before she engaged in a staring contest with her phone. She slowly reached out, grabbing it. She scrolled through her contacts. She stopped on Brittany's name. She took a deep breath and hit send. As it rang, her heart pounded in her chest.
"Hello?" Brittany answered the phone.
"Brittany? Hey it's Santana."
"Oh hey!"
Santana smiled to herself. "How are you?"
"I'm good. I was just about to go for a run. How are you?"
"I'm great."
"I'm glad." Brittany smiled into the phone.
"Did you still want to go to dinner tonight?"
"I'd really like that."
"Great! Is there anywhere in particular you'd like to go?"
"There's a little Italian place on 115th. They have the best food. How about there?"
"Sounds good. How does 8 o'clock sound?"
"Sounds perfect. Do you want to meet there?"
"Yeah that works."
"Great! I can call and make reservations."
"Ok cool. Well I'll let you get to your run. And I will see you tonight."
"I can't wait. Bye Santana."
"Bye." Something about the way the blonde said her name gave Santana goose bumps. She was dying for it to be 8 o'clock.
To waste some time that afternoon, Santana decided to hang out with Puck for a while. She got to his apartment and found out his girlfriend was there. She knew she was in for a game of 20 questions.
"How's it going, Lopez?" Puck smirked.
"Shut up," Santana shook her head.
"What?"
Puck's girlfriend, Quinn, walked in and joined the conversation. "Puck told me you have a date tonight," she smiled.
"Yeah I do." Santana nodded.
"Good. I'm tired of you dragging Puck to that club every week."
"He wasn't complaining."
"Well he doesn't need to be going there."
"He was a good boy. He only spent his money on me."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "I would think it would be hard to date a stripper. But I'm the jealous type."
"I'm not dating her. We're going on a date. There's a difference."
"But you said you really like her." Puck interjected.
"Yeah. But that doesn't mean anything."
"It means a lot." Quinn said softly. "There must be something about her. From what Puck told me, you went there for two months, trying to talk to her. That's just not you."
Santana shrugged. "She's a beautiful girl. She's sweet. She's got a great sense of humor. She's an amazing dancer. And yeah, she's a stripper, but I don't care. It's different with her."
"Wifey." Puck coughed.
"Shut up." Santana couldn't help but smile.
"Ha! A smile." Puck pointed.
"We should go on a double date." Puck and Santana whipped their heads around, giving Quinn a questioning look. "What? I think it would be fun."
"How about no?" Santana crossed her arms.
"Why not?"
"I'm not going to expose that girl to him." Santana pointed at Puck.
"What's her name?" Quinn asked before Puck could open his mouth.
"Wifey." Puck smirked.
Santana glared at him. "It's Brittany."
"Wifey." Puck countered.
Santana jumped across the room and started wrestling with Puck. They rolled around for a while before growing bored of it.
"And that is why I will not introduce her to him." Santana sat back down, crossing her arms.
"Valid argument." Quinn smiled at the girl.
"Hey!" Puck said. The girls laughed at him.
"Well I'm going to go. I need to go shopping."
"Shopping?" Puck quirked an eyebrow.
"I need to get something to wear tonight."
"Can I go with you?" Quinn smiled softly.
"Sure." Santana shrugged her shoulders.
"I'll be back later." Quinn kissed Puck softly and left with Santana.
After a few hours of shopping, Santana and Quinn parted ways. The brunette started to get nervous as she started to get ready. She showered and stood in front of the mirror, trying to decide what to do with her hair. She decided just to straighten it. Her new clothes were laid out on her bed. She stared at them for a minute, trying to decide if she still wants to wear it or not. You paid good money for these clothes. You're going to wear them. She sighed to herself and got dressed. The black pinstripe pants fit amazingly well. She threw on a black cami then a white top over it. She checked herself out in the mirror. Damn Lopez, you look good. She smirked at herself and finished getting ready. Once she finished, she checked the time. It was a little after 7. She went ahead and left for the restaurant. She hugged her black coat tight to her body. She stood outside the restaurant, waiting for the blonde. After just a few minutes, she saw her walking up. A huge smile came across the blonde's face.
"Hey," Brittany smiled, walking up to the brunette. She hugged her and kissed her cheek. "I hope you haven't been waiting long."
"Not at all," Santana smiled. "I just got here."
"Good. Let's get inside. It's cold out here."
Brittany linked her arm with Santana and walked into the restaurant. They were seated at their table in the candlelit restaurant.
"You look beautiful tonight." Santana smiled across from the table. Brittany's mid-thigh black skirt showed off her legs. Santana could barely keep her eyes off the low-cut light blue top.
Brittany smiled brightly. "Thank you. You look great too."
"Thank you." Santana blushed and fumbled with the napkin on the table.
"You know, you're really cute when you blush and get embarrassed." Brittany leaned forward on the table a little.
"I'm usually not like this. I'm usually much more confident. You're throwing me off my game." Santana smiled at the blonde.
"Well I think it's adorable."
Santana blushed again. "Thanks."
"So I have a question. Who is that guy you always come to the club with? At first I thought he was your boyfriend."
"Well he was. A long time ago. Back in high school. We had our fair share of trysts back in the day. But that was before I realized who I really am. He's my best friend, pretty much my brother."
"That's cool. Will I get to meet him?"
Santana laughed. "No."
"Why not?"
"When it comes to beautiful girls, he's not socially acceptable. He's embarrassing."
"I'd still like to meet him sometime."
"His girlfriend asked me if we could double date sometime." Santana laughed.
"I'd like that." Brittany smiled.
The pair ordered their food and some wine. Santana sat across the table, smiling at the blonde.
"I can't get over how beautiful you are."
"Listen to you." Brittany smiled, taking a sip of wine. "Laying on the charm."
"It's what I do best." Santana smirked. "Well, second best actually."
"Oh?"
"Sorry, that's the wine talking." Santana laughed.
"Well let's get some more wine in you." Brittany winked.
After dinner, the girls walked out of the restaurant, arm in arm. They just started walking down the street.
"Where are we going?" Santana looked around as they walked.
"Wanna go back to my place?" Brittany smiled the sweetest smile the brunette had ever seen.