Brittany took full advantage of me feeling pretty loving that night. As we snuggled I suggested that we should discuss what we wanted from each other in our relationship. I got out two pieces of paper and two pens. I sat on the floor and deliberated my points. I know I kind of sounded like Rachel but Britt was special... I wanted to give her everything she wanted. She sat on my bed, her face cutely scrunched up in thought.

"Ok, times up." I declared.

"Ahh! Wait... one second... ok." She exclaimed as she scribbled some final requests.

I made it into a joke by only writing one thing on my sheet and I knew it would get me extra brownie points. See I wasn't turning into Rachel Berry. I was still the HBIC Santana Lopez.

"Alright, switch." I got up, took her page and glanced over it.

I read through her list. She wrote:

Kissing.

Hugging.

Holding hands.

Presents.

Dates.

Notes.

Duets.

Helping with homework.

Snuggling.

More memories.

She was adorable, in every sense of the word. She smiled to herself and played with her fingers as I read. I looked up to her and nodded. She beamed at my silent answer.

"There really good B, your wish is my command." I smirked.

I handed my sheet to Brittany and she studied it for a couple of minutes.

"Is that all you want?" She questioned unconvinced.

"Uh huh." I confirmed.

"You had me at hello Santana Lopez." She said blankly.

"I know, but you're the only thing I want; you, forever and always." I said as I pointed to the sheet upon which I had drawn a stupid heart around the word you. Sappy I know... but definite brownie points scored as Brittany traced the heart with her finger. I got up and pinned her list to my notice board.

"Why'd you put it up there? I thought that was for all you important work-y stuff."

"It's for important stuff Britt and your list is important." I said adamantly. "Oh and if you want to add to it you can."

She nodded and walked over to me. She placed her hands on my waist and her head on my shoulder.

"I wanna do number 5!" She exclaimed.

"What like right now?" I asked as I turned and kissed her on the cheek.

"Yea! Breadsticks." She suggested.

"Alrighty, me and my girl is going to Breadsticks."

We set off in her car and headed a couple of blocks towards our favourite restaurant. We pulled up in the car park and Brittany stopped the car. I told her to wait where she was and she obeyed. I got out of my seat and opened the door allowed the cold evening air into the car. I ran around to the driver's seat and opened Brittany's door for her. She blushed slightly and I took her hand.

I talked to the waiter and asked for a booth. He led us to our seats and I waited until Brittany had slid in to seat myself opposite her. I looked at her differently for a moment. I looked at how her blonde hair fell neatly around her shoulders and how her skin was ridiculously flawless. I noticed that her eyes were the most magnificent shade of blue I had ever seen and how her eyelashes batted when she blinked. I focused on how when she sat in silence she would play with her hands and stare into space in a world of her own. She was amazing and she was all mine. I snapped out of my mini daze and watched Brittany consciously for a few moments. She sat completely still, her gaze unmoving.

"Brittany." I finally piped up.

"...Yes?" She answered while making her way back to reality.

"Are we gonna talk on this date or are we gonna sit here like were on mute or something?"

"Well I usually just sit there thinking about you and then leave..." she shrugged.

"Well I'm here now so it's different from all those jocks ok?" I quipped.

"I know it's just really cool... you being my girlfriend." She grinned.

I chuckled slightly and loved the fact that she liked all this. Thank god! The waiter then came over. Brittany motioned him closer and she whispered some elaborate plan into his ear. He gave a slight look of distaste and turned back towards the kitchen.

"I ordered for us." She said proudly.

"Ok, so what did you order? And I swear if you tried to order green eggs and ham again..."

"No I swear that was only one time and you'll see when it gets here."

"Brittany you do that in every new restaurant we go to..."

"I've just always wanted to try it." She said with a frown. When will she learn?

The waiter returned with one plate and one drink. "Ordered for us, huh?"

"Yup" She smiled.

He set down the plate between us and looked to Brittany and then glanced to me and rolled his eyes. He the scuttled back off to whatever hole he crawled out of. Brittany placed two straw's in the milkshake; my favourite. She then began to twirl the spaghetti she had ordered around her fork.

"That stingy fucker. He only gave us one meatball." I stated angrily. "You can have it if you want babe." I suggested.

I grabbed my fork and pushed the meatball over to her side of the plate. She shook her head in disagreement and brought her head down towards the plate. She lightly pushed the meatball back over to my side with her nose. She was so fricking charming sometimes.

"Lady and the Tramp?" She turned slightly pink and nodded. I couldn't reach her to wipe the sauce from her nose so I got up and slid in beside her. I cupped her face and used my thumb to clean the tip of her cute little nose. I then proceeded to kiss her. I cornered her in the booth by placing my hands on the table and the back of the seat. I kissed her and tugged at her lip. Our tongues danced together fighting for dominance. I won every time of course. Suddenly our passion was rudely interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. I pulled away from Brittany and turned to the intruder. It was the waiter from early.

"Yes?"I said sharply.

"I would like to bring it to your attention that you are making the other customers uncomfortable." He said pompously.

"How?" I kept my questions short and my tone full of spite.

"Your displays of... affection are less then subtle." He muttered and acted as if he had a bad taste in his mouth as he said it.

"Your rudeness is less then subtle and I'll have you know we're probably your best customers."

"We have gotten several complaints about you two and we do not appreciate it." He said with hatred threading his words.

"Who complained?" I narrowed my glare on the stupid waiter. He looked around and pointed towards two couples.

I got up and looked back to Brittany. "Gimme a couple of minutes baby ok?"

She nodded. "Please don't hurt anyone..." She trailed off ominously. I agreed thoughtfully.

"I second that." The waiter added as he raised his hand.

"I literally don't care what you think." I scowled.

I walked towards the first couple that he pointed out. I could deal with some old couples not understanding what we had. It's not like they could ever have a person like Brittany in their dim little lives. The fright that was plastered on their face as they saw me coming was hilarious. I thought of how I could approach this. The couple were in their forties and the husband was having the soup so I could totally slam that in his face. Then Brittany's words echoed in my head. 'Please don't hurt anyone...' I was Santana Lopez I could manage to deal with this with words. The table was actually for four so I sat down in one of the vacant seats. I looked to the wife and then to the husband.

"So you two complained huh?" The couple nodded in response.

"May I ask why?" I said politely. I loved this false sense of security shit.

"Well because we don't want two teenagers making out beside us while we're trying to have a nice meal." The woman said sternly.

"Look, I understand that but I'm trying to have first date with the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Please just do me a favour and lay off. Just for tonight I'm begging you. That waiters an ass and hates us. I just want to tonight to be nice, you know? I just wanna impress the girl of my dreams here. And no more heavy making out, I promise, deal?"

"You remember our first date don't you dear?" The woman said to her bored husband.

He nodded and smiled as nostalgia flooded over him. "Deal." The woman responded. "Have a nice night."

I got up from the seat and grinned to myself, one down one to go. I felt the eagle eyes of the waiter peering at my every move. I was so glad that the other couple understood where I was coming from. Sometimes it's so much easier to explain with words and not fists, although fists were much more fun. I made my way to the other couple and they took it just as well as the first. That waiter totally overreacted. I hope this wont mar mine and Brittany's first date. I went back to our booth and sat down across from Brittany once more.

"You can leave us alone now." I said smugly. I cocked my head to the side and arched my eyebrow.

The waiter stood there for a moment in defeat. "Have a good evening." He said through gritted teeth. He then turned and walked away without hesitation.

I bent down towards the milkshake to take a sip and Brittany mimicked me. She smiled while her lips were around her straw. I stared deep into her eyes and smiled back. Cheesy or what? But if this is what Brittany wanted, so be it.

"Thank you." she whispered after quenching her thirst.

"For what?"

"For standing up for us... I love you San." She held out her hand.

I took her hand in my own. "I love you too Britt."

The rest of the night went off without a hitch. I paid for the meal after insisting that it wasn't Brittany's job. I linked her arm and we headed back to her car. When we got home I had my dirty little way with her and we snuggled into a comfortable slumber.

School tomorrow... at least we had each other, right?