Hi. First things first: Thank you for all the followers, favorites and reviews. :) We reached over 400 followers which is absolutely amazing. Thank you to my two beta's, so yes I have two. One mostly for grammar and the second really for the story. So thank you AffinityFrequency and Born To Be A writer121. Second, just wanted to clear one thing up. Brittany was supposed to get married to Sam and they were together for many years. Brittany just leaving Sam and not give him a single chance would be weird. :) So enjoy. :)

Quinn and Brittany walked back to the beach in silence. Quinn's words running through Brittany's mind. She really had no idea what she was going to do on this 'date' with Sam.

At first she really didn't think it was a date, but when she thought about it now, it seems so logical. Of course it's a date. Brittany felt so anxious and nervous, because the date was tomorrow.

When they walked back to beach with the drinks in their hands. Brittany noticed that the group was sitting in a big circle. Santana suddenly turned around when wondering what was taking them so long. When she sees them walking towards her.

'Hey babe, I saved you a seat.' Santana patted seat next to her on the sand.

'Did you save me a seat too, babe?' Quinn teased. Everybody laughed.

'No, Quinn, you can sit wherever you want. Just don't get in between me and Britt, then we good.' Santana's smirked.

Quinn laughed and sat next to Rachel, which seemed weird to Brittany. Quinn hated Rachel, didn't she? Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Santana's soft hand on her thigh. Her thumb brushed lightly over her leg.

Since she was wearing shorts, Santana's hand was stroking on her bare thigh and it was very distracting. She stared at it, but looked up when she felt eyes on her. Across the circle, Sam was staring at Santana's hand too, and his jaw clenched. He swallowed hard, looked away and was now fidgeting with his hands in his lap.

Rachel stood up and was handing out glasses with red wine to everyone. Santana took a big gulp and so did Brittany. Santana's hand however didn't leave Brittany's thigh.

'So how did you guys meet?' Quinn asked. Ah hell she was so going to kill Quinn when they were alone. She knew that Santana was telling people about them meeting, and the fact that Brittany knew nothing about the whole story.

'Oh, that's the cutest story ever. Tell them Brittany.' Tina said enthusiastically.

Oh right, Tina and Kitty already knew the story. Brittany was fidgeting with her hands in her lap, hoping that Santana would just take the word and tell them all the story. Santana looked over to Brittany with that smirk on her face again. Damn you.

She was so going to kill Santana and Quinn. Brittany was still staring at her lap while she blushed. She hoped that nobody noticed it. Santana softly pinched her thigh.

'Honey, they asked you something.' Yeah, she was definitely going to kill Santana.

Brittany considered running away, or at least running into the sea. But that would seem a little suspicious. She considered lying, but she would immediately be busted when Tina and Kitty noticed that the story wasn't at all what Santana had told. So there was only one way, convincing Santana to finish the story.

'You can tell them, baby. You're so much better at telling that story.'

'No, really, you can tell it. You know the story so well.' Santana snickered.

'Tell it.' Brittany glared at Santana.

'Relax, I'll tell it.' Thank god.

Santana grabbed Brittany's hand from her lap and intertwined their fingers.

'Well I was sitting in my office doing paper work, when I seen the most beautiful woman in the world. I mean she looked absolutely breath taking. Then she walked by and I jumped out of my chair, ran to my window and see that she walked into this coffee shop I go to every day when I need my caffeine refill. It's called the Lima Bean. Best part is it's just across the street. So anyways when I saw her walk in...I instantly told my uncle who I work for that I needed coffee, and I needed some now so I ran across the street and there she was drinking her coffee. My god I'm telling you she looked like angel sent from heaven.' Santana gave Brittany a small squeeze before she continued.

'When our eyes met I tried to introduce myself. But I was in some sort of trance. Those amazing deep crystal blue eyes put some kind of spell over me, because I was completely speech-less, and if anyone knows me that's not an easy task.' Everyone laughed.

'I just know that when I looked into her beautiful eyes I just knew we were meant together and when she walked out of the coffee shop my heart broke, because I already lost her and I didn't even know her name.'

'Why didn't you just chase her?' Puck asked.

'Because she didn't know me and I didn't want to seem like some creepy stalker.' Santana said.

That actually made sense. Brittany would be quite disturbed if some random girl followed her all the way back to her house or something. That would be considered creepy in her book, but she would found if cute if it was Santana.

'So anyways I didn't see her again for another whole week. So I convinced myself I would never see her again, but there was she looking even more breathtaking then first time I saw her. I jumped up from my chair and I told myself: you're going to meet her and your going to do it today. So I walked across the streets and into the coffee house. Looked her in the eyes and said hi.'

'Hi?' Quinn asked.

'Yeah hi, not my best pick-up line, but I was just so happy to see her again. Because I honesty thought I never would again.'

Once again Santana squeezed her hand.

'We talked for a while and I finally got up the courage to ask her out. Unfortunately she turned me down.'

Wait, hold up? Was Santana making her the bad person in this story? Well, if that wasn't typical.

'She shot you down? That must hurt.' Puck said.

'Oh it did, for sure. But I didn't give up there. The third time when she came back to the coffee house we talked again. I tried to ask her out again, but once again she said no. I was losing my patience, but I knew she was worth it.'

Santana looked over at Brittany and gave her a corny smile.

'So I made a deal with the employees of the coffee house. When Brittany asked for a coffee, she would get a special cup with a message from me.'

'Oh my God Santana, that's so cheesy. I really didn't think you had it in you.' Quinn smirked.

'Shut up, Fabray. Nobody asked you.' Santana snapped at Quinn.

'Now, where was I? Oh yeah, the cup. Well, on the cup was my number and just a little text: I really like you, and I can't stop thinking about you. Will you please go out with me? 312-509-6995 xo Santana, and when I got home that night and luckily she called. We went out and have been dating ever since.'

That really was a cute story. She didn't imagine that Santana was such a romantic person, but apparently, appearances can be deceiving. Everybody was hanging onto Santana's lips, all intensely listening to her.

'So why did you say no at first Brittany, if I may ask?' Rachel spoke.

Oh no that question was directed at her. How the hell was she going to answer that? She didn't know why she fake-said-no to Santana. She looked over to the side to meet with Santana's eyes, mentally trying to send her a message: Help me. Why was she so bad at making this stuff up? Crap, they're all staring at her.

'Well, I guess she was still heart-broken because someone broke her heart.' Santana finally spoke. She glared over at Sam, who blushed and fiddled even more with his hands in his lap.

'Oh snap' Puck yelled.

Brittany gave Santana a small shove. That was rude.

Luckily, Rachel decided to start talking about one of her performances last week, and even though nobody really cared, it broke the awkward silence after Santana's remark obviously directed at Sam.

'So, did you like my story?' Santana whispered into Brittany's ear.

'Actually I did. It was a really cute story.' Santana smiled.

'Well, thank you.'

The rest of the evening went by fast and before they knew it, they were done eating. Santana was really bonding with her friends, and Brittany loved it. She had really missed all of her friends. Brittany suddenly saw Santana yawn.

'Are you tired?' She asked her.

Santana shook her head no and pulled the girl onto her lap. Brittany was now sitting sideways on the brunette's lap and their faces were only inches apart.

'So are you having fun?' Brittany whispered. Honestly, she had no idea why she was whispering, but Santana was sitting so close that it felt weird not to whisper.

'Oh yeah, your friends are awesome. I really like them. Plus, it's fun to catch up with Quinn and Puck again. I've missed them.'

'So what's the deal with you and Puck?'

Santana raised her eyebrow.

'Why do you ask? Are you jealous?'

Brittany blushed. Santana was right. She was jealous, but no way in hell that she was going to admit that to Santana.

'What? No, not at all.'

Santana snickered.

'Oh, Britt. You so are jealous. I can almost see the Green-Eyed-Monster in your eyes.'

'No, I'm not jealous. But seriously, what's the deal with you and Puck?'

'Not much really. He was my best friend in high school. Then he was sort of my boyfriend, but we weren't exclusive. We just hooked up a lot, but it was mostly because I thought it would make me straight.'

'Seriously?' Brittany knew Santana had trouble with coming out to her parents, but she didn't know that she had such a problem with accepting the fact that she was gay.

'Yeah, but he didn't mind back then. He was actually the first person I came out too.'

Santana smiled to ease the tension.

'Really?'

'Yeah at first he thought I was joking, but I wasn't. After a while, it sunk in, he hugged me, said that he still loved me as his best friend and that was it. We just stayed the same, and back then I really needed that.'

'I would have never seen that in Puck.'

'I know. He's pretty badass, but he does have a golden heart.'

That reminded Brittany of someone else too. Someone on whose lap she was sitting this very moment. Brittany still felt slightly disgusted by the fact that Santana and Puck used to sleep together. He could be nice, but he was still a pig most of the times.

'What are you thinking about?'

Santana said as she draped one arm on Brittany's leg and the other one on her back.

'You and Puck. It's just weird that you guys used to sleep together.'

Santana laughed.

'You really are jealous. Just admit it, Brittany.'

Brittany grunted. 'Okay, fine.'

Santana placed a feather-light kiss on the blonde's cheek.

'It's insanely cute how jealous you are.'

The place where Santana had just kissed her was burning up and she really wanted to kiss her again. They were in public, right? So she was allowed to? Frankly, she really didn't care but she wanted to avoid Santana's last outburst. She first leaned in softly and her eyes fluttered close, but pretty soon the kiss heated up. Brittany's arm draped around Santana's shoulders and she was tangling with her long-black hair. Time seemed to surpass them until Puck yelled.

'Oh my God, lesbians kissing.'

Brittany immediately let go of Santana.

'Puck come on man.'

'Oh sorry girls, did I interrupt you two? Kiss away.'

"You're disgusting, Noah. Let's go Britt." Santana pushed me slightly off her.

'Go where?'

'The bedroom?' Santana winked and she tugged on the blonde's arm.

'Oh you're so going to have sex, aren't you?'

Santana turned around to Puck. 'Shut it Puck. One: that's none of your business. Two: at least I'm getting some action, we can't really say that about you, can we?'

'Oh snap.' Ryder said and everyone laughed.

'Come on, Britt. I'm tired.' She pulled the blonde with her.

'Good night, guys. See you all tomorrow.' Brittany waved to the whole group.

The both of them didn't talk that much anymore. The tension of last night was still there and Brittany hated it. Why did she have to kiss Santana and make everything so weird?

Santana won't even look at her properly now that they're alone. But Brittany was in fact too tired and she didn't have the energy to deal with Santana right now. So they just went to sleep, in silence.

It was 6 pm, and Brittany was feeling nervous. They had spent the day lying in the sun hanging out, not doing very much. At least, the girls were hanging out on the beach. The guys had gone surfing.

Suddenly Brittany remembered that she had a date with Sam tonight. It all seemed like a bad plan right now. But she already said yes to him, and to leave him hanging now didn't seem right to her either.

She contemplated telling Santana that she was going on a date, but secretly she hoped that someone else would tell her. She said she was going to take a shower and left her behind with the other girls. Brittany was standing in front of the closet, wondering what she was going to wear.

She decided on her jeans and a white top. She couldn't really go wrong with that, could she? Suddenly someone stormed into the room. Brittany turned fast on her feet to see Santana, boiling with anger.

'You're going on a date with Sam' Santana yelled. Her voice echoing through the room.

'It's not a date.' Brittany replied simply.

'Quinn told me that you guys were going to have dinner and then catch a movie. Sounds like a date to me.'

'Look, I don't know what it is okay.' Brittany shrugged.

'Oh it's a date, alright, and when where you planning on telling me? Or did you forget to mention the fact that you're going on a date with your ex-fiancé?'

'Why do you even care, Santana? As a matter of fact yes, I am going on a date with him. So what why do care so much?' Brittany replied back and she tried to control her voice, but the anger in it was noticeable.

'Fine you know what... Do whatever the hell you want. I really don't give a damn. But don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart again. Santana said as she stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her.

Damnit. Brittany angrily threw her mascara that she was holding across the room. Why did Santana need to act like this? Well fuck her. She was going on this date, if only it was to prove Santana that she could perfectly handle it without crashing down.

She had no right. Brittany angrily paced through the room. Suddenly she heard her phone buzz through the room. She jumped onto the bed and grabbed it in her hand. She had two texts. One from Quinn.

Quinn: I still think this is a bad idea, Brittany. I thought you had told Santana. She was pretty furious when she left here.

Furious was a pretty accurate word to describe Santana's last state. The second text was from Sam.

Sam: Hey Brittany. Do you still want to do this tonight? I really hope so. I'll be waiting at the car at seven.

Brittany swallowed hard. Sam was really looking forward to this. Even though technically she really didn't owe him anything, she couldn't just ditch him. He had done that to her and it broke her heart, so why would she want to do that to someone else.

It just doesn't feel right to hurt people like that. Brittany grabbed the mascara she threw across the room and started applying it to her eyes. She glanced over to her phone to see the time. Oh crap. It was 6:57. Brittany quick grabbed her purse, threw her phone inside it and walked out of the room.

Brittany saw Sam standing over by the Jeep. He was wearing a white shirt with a black blazer, and some black slacks. That outfit matched with his black air force ones. In his hands were a big bouquet of red roses. He was looking at his watch and he looked nervous.

When he heard footsteps approaching he looked up, and noticed Brittany. Her blue eyes met his green eyes. Sam immediately smiled. His eyes twinkled with happiness, because Brittany had actually showed up. When she was close enough, he awkwardly pushed the flowers into her hands.

'I didn't thought you would come.' He spoke.

'Neither did I.'

'I'm really glad you did.'

Sam looked into Brittany's eyes intensely.

Brittany still didn't feel like this was the best idea in the world. She brought the flowers to her nose and inhaled deeply. Flowers were always one of her favorite scents and red roses were her favorite kind of flowers.

'Thank you for the flowers. Red roses are my favorite.'

Sam nodded. 'I know that, and you're welcome. Are you ready?'

Brittany nodded, and Sam opened the door for Brittany and handed her his hand to help her into the car. Sam was never really the gentleman, but now he seemed to really want to try.

Sam walked over to the driver's side and got in.

'Where are we going?' Brittany asked curiously.

'I thought we could go to Le Petit Bistro. It's a small French restaurant.'

Brittany simply nodded. 'Sounds good to me.'

The rest of the car ride was spent in silence. Sam did look over a few times at Brittany. Like he was making sure this wasn't a dream. The radio was playing softy in the background. Brittany recognized it was Bruno Mars. She heard Sam quietly humming along with the song. Sam always loved to sing.

Finally the car slowed down and turned into a parking lot. Brittany wanted to step out of the car after it stopped, but Sam ran around the car to open her door. Brittany could really get used to this treatment. Le Petit Bistro was a small restaurant with a French feel to it. The waiters were all wearing black and white suits. The whole restaurant was filled with tables covered in white tablecloths.

Sam asked the waiter for their reservation and soon they were lead to an intimate table at the back. If Brittany still had doubts about this being a date, they were all gone now. The table was dimly lighted and on top of the table were two candles, giving the whole environment a romantic feel to it. Sam once again felt the need to be the gentleman and pulled the chair back for Brittany to sit down. Sam sat across from Brittany and their eyes met.

'So...' Sam tried to start the conversation unsuccessfully. Even thought the both of them knew each other for years, there was a clear tension now. Sam looked at his hands embarrassed for not really knowing what to do or say.

Brittany looked away too, not knowing anything to say to get the conversation started either. Luckily the waiter interrupted their silence to hand them over their menus.

'Good evening, and welcome at Le Petit Bistro. May I get you and your lady friend a drink?'

The waiter handed Brittany the menu and she started looking into it for drinks.

The menu was bound in a black leather cover and the papers were laminated. Finally she found the drinks. She would kill for a glass of wine, but it seemed rude to ask it. She hoped Sam would suggest it.

'Would you like some wine?' Sam looked up from his menu.

'Yes, that would be lovely.' Thank God Brittany thought.

'Red or white?'

'Red.' Brittany said.

'Red wine please.' Sam told the waiter.

'Okay, I'll be in a minute to take your orders, and bring your drinks.'

'So what are you getting?' Sam asked curiously. Brittany was happy that they had something to talk about now, because she wasn't sure how much longer she could stand the awkward silence.

It wasn't a comfortable silence that she would have with Santana lately. Brittany grunted internally. She was here with Sam now, and he deserved her full attention, at least for tonight. Brittany shrugged and she started looking through the menu.

'I think I would like some steak.' Brittany said.

Sam laughed.

'You really love a steak, don't you?' Sam laughed.

'Yeah I love it as much as you love football and Avatar.'

'Touché.'

'Would you like a taste, before I place the bottle on the table?' The waiter asked.

'Yes thank you.' Brittany answered, and the waiter pour the wine and the placed it on the table.

'May I take your order?' The waiter asked.

'Steak please.' Brittany said.

'And for you sir?' The waiter asked.

'Um.' Sam said still looking at the menu.

'I could come later if you need more time.'

'No I'll have the lemon chicken with grilled potatoes.' Sam said.

'I'll back in a little while with your orders.' The waiter said and then he left.

Brittany tasted the wine and she had to admit that this French red wine was very good. Santana knew how to speak French. Maybe she could teach her the different kinds of wine. Brittany mentally slapped herself. She once again was thinking about Santana while on her date with Sam.

Brittany picked up her glass again and begin spin it. Her dad taught her how to correctly taste wine. Apparently there were a lot of rules to follow, but the only one Brittany could remember was: spin – smell – spin – smell – drink. So that was what she did. She brought the glass to her lips and took a small sip. The wine was very tame. Like it had to be from 1990 or something. Now Brittany didn't know a lot about wine or tasting it, but she knew the earlier year of the wine the richer it wound taste. Sam then pour himself a glass, and smiled this was indeed the perfect wine, perfect restaurant and the perfect date.

The waiter came back with their food and Sam's mouth waters Brittany's steak sure looks and smells so good. 'I'm thinking about stealing your steak, it smells so good.' Sam laughed.

'That's true. You always stole food out my plate anyways. I wouldn't put it passed you.'

Brittany laughed at the memories. Sam would steal all of her food when they would go to restaurants. Sometimes her tomatoes, sometimes her French fries, but always her steak. He would always steal at least one bite. Brittany's heart ached thinking about all those memories. It reminded her of the times when she was truly happy, and even though Sam was sitting right across from her, it still felt different.

It was the same guy sitting there at the end of the table, but something still felt off, and Brittany knew what it was. It was the fact that he cheated on her with some random girl and now she was pregnant with his child. That was way too much for Brittany to even handle right now. The last couple of days, she pushed it to the back of her mind, trying to forget that it was real. Denying it even, as long as she tried hard enough maybe it would go away, and everything would go back to the way it was. But Brittany knew nothing could ever go back to the way it was. Not with Sam having a baby with some random slut. She looked up Sam, and their eyes met brining Brittany out of her trance.

'To say it in the trend of this restaurant: Bon appetite.' Sam said. As they began to eat. Sam smiled proud at his attempt at speaking French.

During dinner they started talking about old college stories and Brittany felt comfortable talking about this stuff with Sam. It wasn't uncomfortable anymore and it felt nostalgic to talk about this stuff. She really missed college. After they talked the whole dinner away with old stories, they were standing in front of the car again. Sam had paid, even though Brittany had tried to split the bill, he still didn't budge.

'So do you still want to catch that movie?' Sam asked.

'Would you mind it if we just go back? I'm really worn out.' Brittany said. She didn't do anything useful today, but she still was worn out. She blamed it on the wine.

'Okay, uh sure no problem.' Sam mumbled, but she could hear the disappointment in his voice. It seemed like he really looked forward to going to the movies with her.

They stepped into the car. The wine had made her a lot looser, and when she heard her favorite Britney Spears song, she couldn't resist. She turned the volume button all the way. It was one of her favorite songs 'Gimme More'. She sang along with the song loud in the car and didn't care who could hear her.

It was only Sam, and he had heard many Britney sing-alongs when they lived together. The song ended and Brittany pouted. She really wanted to sing more, but now it was a song that she didn't even know. So she turned the music off. As the car finally stopped In front of her house. She walked to her door, when she turned around and noticed that Sam was standing closer to her than she realized.

'I had fun tonight Brittany. I'm really happy you decided to come tonight.'

'Yeah I am too, and I had a lot of fun as well.' Brittany stepped in and placed a light kiss on Sam's cheek.

'Bye.' He said.

She turned around to walk into the house when she felt a hand on her wrist. Sam tugged on it, spinning her around to face him. When she suddenly felt his lips on hers.

Brittany was frozen. She couldn't move and her mind went blank. Even though the kiss was only mere seconds, it felt like hours. Her legs couldn't move and all she could do was stand there. Sam was kissing her. Legitimately kissing her, and she was just standing there, doing absolutely nothing. She was surprised to say the least. Suddenly a force seemed to pull the both of them apart.

'You son of a bitch!'

She heard a raspy voice yelling. Brittany opened her eyes and gasped. Santana had pulled the both of them apart and was now running furiously at Sam.

Brittany's mouth fell open. She was now even more frozen than she was before. Her feet were glued to the ground as she saw Santana reaching for Sam.

'You stay the fuck away from her Trouty Mouth!' She screamed.

'What the fuck is your problem?' Sam yelled back at her as he caressed his cheek. Had Santana hit him? Brittany didn't know. Everything went so fast and she was lost.

'You want to know what my fucking problem is? Well I'll tell you... You're fucking kissing my girlfriend you asshole.'

'It wasn't like she stopped me.' Sam smirked at Santana.

Santana bailed her fists and swung at Sam. Luckily for him he dodged it just on time. The small girl was breathing heavily and started cursing in Spanish. Which neither one of them understood what she was saying.

'You forced yourself on her. She didn't want it.' Santana pushed him real hard.

'She's a big girl. She can make her own choices, Santana. Just mind your own business.' Sam yelled.

"Brittany is my mother - fucking business punk. She's MY GIRLFRIEND! You frog lipped basted."

'Well why was she on a date with me then huh.' Sam smirked.

'You might have been with a date on her tonight, but she's mine. You do know after we leave here and go to our room, I'm going to make mad passionate love to her so good she will forget her own name.'

Sam's shoulders slumped down. Santana was calming down and was now passive aggressive, which was even scarier than yelling and cursing Santana.

'Oh, didn't she tell you that? Did she tell you how I made her scream my name is ways you never heard of. Did she mention to you how my tongue went deeper inside her then your size 5 1/2 inch dick. Or how just last night she screamed my name so loud she almost lost her voice. She then told me 'baby you make love to me in ways Sam never could.' Truth hurts I know.' Santana bragged.

Sam shook no. 'That's not true.'

'Oh yes it is Sammy boy. It really is, and you want to know something she told me what she me minutes before going on your 'little date'?' Santana glared at Sam and they were only a couple inches apart.

'Baby I can't wait until I'm in your arms, and then we can finally use that strap-on again.' Sam gulped. Santana only whispered that last thing in Sam's ear in a high-pitched voice, imitating Brittany's voice.

'So whatever you thought was going on here, on your pathetic date, is over now. I don't want to see you near Brittany anymore. If I see you even try to come closer to her, I'll break all the bones in your body. I'm maybe small, but trust me when I tell you I can fuck you up so bad that it would make your parents cry when they see what I have done to you. So has all this information sunk into your peanut size brain or do I need to repeat myself again?' Santana said.

Sam seemed defeated and he simply nodded.

'Now get the fuck out of here.' Santana gave Sam one little shove as he walked away, shoulders down. With Sam leaving, it finally made Brittany snap out of her trance.

She stepped furiously towards Santana.

'What the fuck are you doing Santana? Was that really necessary?' Brittany yelled at the back of the girl. Santana slowly turned around.

'No, that wasn't necessary, but this really is.' Now before Brittany could process, Santana's lips were on hers.

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