"This is exactly the reason why I didn't want Britt to meet you so soon," Santana said, already pissed about her best friend. "Look at all this glitter and lights. We're not in a freakin' night club. It's supposed to be a nice dinner… What is she going to think about you now?"

"She will love me, San," Mercedes just shrugged, still preparing the dinner in her kitchen. Santana was supposed to help her but made nothing but snarky remarks till now.

"No, you're going to scare her away…" Santana turned her gaze from the totally over-decorated living room to Mercedes.

"Oh, come on, San. Let her decide if she likes our dinner or not," she reasoned and went back to chopping the tomatoes. "Could you help me with the lobster, please?"

…

"You're kidding, right?" Santana rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe how her friend totally got caught up in this dinner thing. And once she had an idea, she was going to do everything to let it came true. Mercedes let out a long sigh and handed Santana the whole lobster. She let out a shriek and pushed it away instantly.

"Get it off me! I'm not going to touch that thing!"

"San, don't be a baby about this. It's not going to bite you. Could you just clean it, please?"

"It isn't even cleaned?" Santana shook her head vehemently before Mercedes gave up and put it back on the counter.

"Sam, honey? Could you help me for a second?" Mercedes asked. And as whipped as Sam was, he came jogging into the kitchen a few seconds after. "Could you clean the lobster, please? Santana here is too scared to touch it…" she added for good measure.

"You mean that thing over there?" He pointed to the lobster, skeptically.

"Sam," Mercedes said with a warning voice. Sam slowly walked towards the animal, probably checking if the lobster was still moving, before grabbing it, unconvinced, and starting to wash it. The entire time Santana watched him, laughing whole-heartedly. He looked pretty alarmed and even flinched when Mercedes touched him by accident. Santana earned many death glances from the couple but she didn't care. This was probably the funniest thing she had seen in a long time.

Sam looked genuinely relieved when he finished cleaning the lobster and putting it into the pot on the stove. "Do you still need my help, baby?" he asked. When Mercedes gave him a peck on the lips and shook her head, he left the kitchen.

"You can be happy about having such a brave hero as a boyfriend," Santana said with a whole lot of sarcasm in her voice.

"At least he helped me and didn't just stand there, laughing his ass off, like you did, Miss Know-It-All." She snapped her fingers like she just came from Lima Heights.

Santana giggled again. "You know what? I'm gonna go home now, take a shower and then I'll drive to Brittany's to warn her before she steps into this house. Luckily you have Sam here if you need help. I still don't know why you even asked me to come help you 'cause you knew before that this was not going to happen. " And with that she grabbed her purse, waved at her best friend and left the house.

*B*S*

Brittany could hear the knock on the door when she stood in the bathroom. She was just dressed in a towel and she hoped that it wasn't the postman who had just knocked 'cause that would be awkward. She tiptoed through her flat till she reached the door. She forgot to check the peephole before she pushed down the door handle.

Santana stood there in front of her, wide-eyed. And she was not so subtle in checking her out. Santana's eyes inspected Brittany's cleavage, continued with her stomach till they reached her long legs. Her eyes snapped up again. Both of them were bright red as Brittany grabbed Santana's arm and yanked her inside. Santana stumbled into Brittany ungracefully and involuntarily pushed her against the opposite wall. That was not what either of them expected to happen when they thought about the door opening but they both couldn't complain.

"H–Hey," Brittany stuttered before she felt blood rushing to her cheeks once again.

"Hey, beautiful lady," Santana said in a lowered voice. Was she trying to seduce her? No, that couldn't be possible… Or could it? And before Brittany could think about it, Santana pressed her lips against hers and started to move them gently. The cold of Santana's leather jacket against her bare skin and the warmth of Santana's tongue in her mouth was enough to make a moan escape Brittany's lips. Santana took her arms and put them on each side of Brittany's head and pulled her closer.

Santana felt her breath hitch in her throat when she realized that Brittany was slowly stripping her jacket off of her. Santana smiled into their kiss and it only grew more when Brittany carefully pushed her off of her and grabbed her hand. What was she up to now?

"I didn't expect you to come so soon," she said while guiding them to the bathroom. "I'm not even close to ready," she giggled. Santana didn't know what to think about Brittany leading them into the bathroom. All these inappropriate thought that she once had in the dance studio came back to her mind. But this time they involved a shower and very little clothing.

"I'm not complaining. I'm glad I came earlier, to be honest…" Santana stroked Brittany's arm and could see the goose bumps forming on her skin.

"I thought so…" Brittany said with a wink, "but I don't want to be late and I really need to get ready now." And here was her pout again. Santana just couldn't deny her anything with that pout so she tried to get rid of it by kissing her passionately. Brittany moaned at Santana's dominance as Santana lifted her up the counter. Santana continued kissing down her neck till she reached her pulse point.

"Baby…"

Brittany hoped that Santana didn't notice her embarrassingly-fast heart beat. Santana hummed against her neck in response.

"We can't… we have to leave soon… Fuck…" Santana bit her neck carefully but it made Brittany moan nonetheless. "San…" Santana moved to her earlobe, also biting and licking it gently.

"You really want me to stop?" she breathed into Brittany's ear. The blonde shivered involuntary. She nodded faintly but it didn't make Santana stop placing feather-light kisses all over her face. "Okay, if that's what you want…" Santana said with a trace of sadness in her voice. She sat down on the edge of the bathtub and crossed her legs.

"Babe, don't be mad, please… I don't want you to stop, but I have to get ready…" Brittany moved towards her, took Santana's face in her hands and pushed her lips hard against the brunette's. "We will finish what we started today soon, okay?" she whispered into her mouth. Santana's eyes lit up and she nodded instantly like a lovesick puppy.

"Yeah, okay… I can't wait."

"Me neither."

*B*S*

It was shortly after seven when they arrived at Sam and Mercedes's house. Santana tried to warn Brittany as much as she could about how her friend could be sometimes. But there were way too many things she should warn her about so Santana could just do one thing before knocking on the door. ..

"Good luck, Britt," she told her before a totally ecstatic Mercedes opened the door with a huge grin on her face.

"You must be Brittany. I'm Mercedes," she introduced herself as she pulled her in her arms, "it's so great to finally meet you," she mumbled into her hair before she pulled away.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mercedes," Brittany said friendlily. Santana couldn't really believe what she just saw so she just watched disbelievingly. It seemed like Brittany could deal with every person, even if they just met. She wasn't pissed at all or even surprised that Mercedes had hugged her. It wasn't nearly as awkward as when Santana had hugged Brittany's mom, Kate. Maybe Brittany could even handle Mercedes tonight.

"Come in, Brittany. We're nearly finished with making dinner and I want to introduce you to my boyfriend Sam… I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything…" Mercedes's voice was clearly dimmed when they both entered the house, leaving Santana still standing on the doorstep. She shook her head slightly as she let out a huff.

"San, you coming?" Brittany's sweet voice asked from inside.

"Yes, on my way," she told her before she entered the house, closing the door with her feet.

When Santana passed the kitchen she saw Mercedes preparing dinner. She stopped and glanced at Brittany, already talking enthusiastically with Sam, so Santana decided to stand there for a moment, just watching her.

"Stop staring at her and help me, San," Mercedes demanded after a while. Santana instantly turned her head towards her best friend who just smiled knowingly, "I can't blame you. She's really pretty,"

"Yes, she is… She's beautiful–"

"Who's beautiful?" Brittany's quirky voice behind her asked. Santana turned her head to look at the blonde. How could she get so lucky?

"You."

Brittany smiled lovingly at her and stepped closer. It seemed like everything around started to disappear. Santana snaked her arms around Brittany's waist, placing a light kiss to her shoulder.

"You're beautiful, too," Brittany whispered into her ear, just for Santana to understand. They stood there for a few second till Mercedes cleared her throat.

"As cute as you two might be right now, we really have to start eating now or the food will get cold," Mercedes interrupted, already carrying two bowls in her hands.

It took them about two minutes to set all of the food on the table. Santana sat next to Brittany, opposite from Sam and Mercedes.

"What is that thing? Is that a lobster?" Brittany saw the now perfectly cooked lobster in front of her. Santana had to laugh out loud when she saw Brittany's face. It was a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. "Do I have to eat it?" Santana laughed even louder than before. Mercedes shot Santana a death glare and just shook her head at Brittany, smiling.

"Of course not. I'm not gonna make you eat it if you don't want to," Mercedes said with a trace of sadness in her voice.

"More for me," Sam stated, already fidgeting on his chair, clearly excited about it. Apparently he liked to eat lobster but was a bit skeptical about preparing it. Santana shook her head at Sam, grinning.

She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She carefully pulled it out but instantly put it back again. This couldn't be possible. Why now? Why would Manuel call her right now when she had a date with Brittany?

She tried to focus on the conversation between Brittany and Mercedes about her dance lessons but she couldn't when her phone vibrated again. No, Manuel will not ruin her date by calling her the entire evening. Before she went to turn off her phone, Brittany grabbed her hand and interlaced their fingers together.

"Is something wrong, San?" she asked, worried. Santana just faked a smile, not wanting to ruin Brittany's mood by telling her about Manuel. They still hadn't talked about the conversation between Isabella and Brittany. She wanted this evening to be perfect for both of them.

"No, no. Everything's okay," she tried to sound as honest as possible but she knew that it didn't really work. Brittany shot her a questioning look but didn't ask any further. She knew that something was up…

Her phone vibrated again but she couldn't pull it out because Brittany was still holding her hand. She was pretty sure that Brittany could feel that there was an incoming call but she still didn't move her hand. After a while she let go and turned back finishing her plate. Santana quickly turned her phone on mute and started eating, too.

The evening went on without any incidents. They talked animatedly and by the end of dinner, Santana found herself sitting on the couch. She was still way too shocked about Manuel's call. He tried at least three times to call her, if not more. Santana was somehow curious about what he had to say but on the other hand she didn't want to talk to him ever again.

"I'll be right back, okay?" she excused herself with a peck on Brittany's lips before she went to the bathroom. She pulled out her phone. The screen said that there were six missed calls and two unread messages. What the hell did her brother want?

*B*S*

"So, what are your plans for the future?" Mercedes asked, nipping on her glass of wine.

"Uhm, that's a hard question," Brittany said, already thinking of the possibilities, "I want to continue dancing… I have so much fun teaching the kids so I guess if I have enough money, which will probably take very long, I'll maybe open my own studio. I work at a night club to earn some extra money because I don't really get paid for my dancing. But I hope I will someday… Yep, that's probably my biggest dream right now."

"Sounds like you work really hard," Sam said next to her.

"I try," Brittany giggled. The couple just nodded their heads, smiling.

"Brittany, I really want to thank you for taking care of San after the wedding," Mercedes told her honestly.

"It was no problem at all. Everyone would have done that…"

"No, definitely not… You're a really good person for doing this, Brittany. Manuel really hurt her that night," Mercedes told her.

"We never really talked about what happened that night, to be honest. I heard that San and her mom were fighting and that Manuel was also there. But I still don't know why she left, exactly…"

"Manuel kicked her out because he is way too influenced by his mother. She's a homophobic bitch," Mercedes spat. Brittany could hear the anger in her voice. She didn't know about Manuel kicking her out. She had never been so mad at Manuel before. Isabella must have known something, too. Why didn't she do anything? She really didn't like Santana and Brittany wanted to know why.

"Manuel, just tell me what you want!" Brittany could make out Santana's dimmed voice in the bathroom. She seemed to be very angry. And why was she even speaking to her brother?

"I'm just gonna check on her," Brittany excused herself and approached the bathroom. She couldn't hear Santana speaking anymore, so she knocked on the door softly. "San, honey, can I come in?" Brittany waited a few moments till she heard the key shifting and saw the door opening. As she stepped inside, she saw Santana sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"It's just… Fuck." She buried her head in her hands which made her hair fall in front of her face. Brittany rushed to her side and tried to get Santana to look at her.

"Hey, look at me." She put a finger under Santana's chin and moved her head so that their eyes locked. "Tell me what happened," Brittany said. Santana just stared at her with no real emotion in her eyes.

"It's my dad…" Her dad? Brittany asked herself. Brittany feared that Santana's dad was equally ignorant as her mom.

"What's wrong with your dad?" There was a long pause but Brittany didn't want to push her any further. So she just waited till Santana's shaking voice broke the silence.

"He died…"

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