A/N: Good evening everyone! So, like promised there's a lot of Brittana fluff and cuteness in this one. I do want to apologize to anyone who is a dancer because I'm not and I'm trying to write a story with someone in the dance world, so if I offend anyone or get anything wrong I'm sorry. Just remember this is fiction, I can make things up.

I want to continue to thank everyone for his or her amazing support. The comments are so generous and positive and I pretty much love you guys. Anyways enjoy the new chapter.

Chapter Five

Brittany's POV

I wake up with a huge smile on my face. I look down at Rex, who's sleeping by the foot of my bed. I grab his big doggy face and squeeze it a little so his fur puffs up.

"It's Thursday, do you know what that means Rex?" I ask him.

"No what Brit?" I attempt to mimic my best dog voice of what I think Rex would sound like. It's a deep, yet happy voice in my mind.

"It means date night with Santana," I tell him with a huge smile overtaking my face.

I jump out of bed and get dressed in workout pants and a loose fitting shirt. I've been sitting in for Mike's classes, but today I actually get to teach two classes. However, first I have classes to attend on my own then I teach. Last night, I got a text from Santana telling me where to meet her. It's some restaurant I've never heard of, and I'm suppose to meet her there at seven. I was bouncing for joy and had such a hard time going to sleep, but eventually I did.

I start out with my morning classes, and then meet up with Kurt for lunch. Kurt and I always have a weekly lunch to catch up and see what's new. I actually haven't seen him for a few days nor talked to him, which is unusual for us. I meet him at a local café down the block from Juilliard; I have to go back to class after lunch.

"Oh good you're alive," Kurt greets me with a hug.

I chuckle. "Yeah I'm alive. How are you?"

We take a seat, after ordering our food. "I'm good just busy."

"How is the internship going?" Kurt is an intern for Ralph Lauren.

"Oh you know hard work, yelling bosses, diva models, everything that I love," Kurt says with a laugh. "What have you been doing?"

"Just classes and work."

Kurt practically spits his drink out. "Work?"

"Yeah I'm working at a dance studio. I'm teaching classes there."

Kurt checks my forehead. "No fever. Who are you and what have you done with Brittany?"

I laugh and slap his hand away. "It's still me. I thought it was time I started working and I love this job, so far. It's perfect for me."

"And this doesn't have anything to do with that girl does it?"

"You've talked to Quinn?"

"Yes. She told me about your fight."

"This doesn't have anything to do with Santana. I need to start making a living for myself," I say getting a little defensive.

"Okay, okay," he puts his hands up surrendering. "So how are things with Santana?"

A smile instantly lights up my face. "Good. We're going on a date tonight."

"That's wonderful," Kurt says. I know he's excited for me. Kurt's not too bad when it comes to the judging. "I just want you to be happy."

"Thanks Kurt."

Kurt and I finish our lunch then it's back to class for me. I finish around two and make it to the studio to teach at three. I had fun teaching the classes today. Everyone likes me and they say I make it easier for them to learn. That's probably one of the best compliments I've ever had. I make it home around five thirty, giving me plenty time to shower and get dressed.

After my shower I walk into my closet and look around it. Santana said the place we were going to was casual, nothing too fancy. I knew this would be a problem. I have nothing to wear. Okay, that's not true, but as time as started getting closer to seven I've become more nervous and now I have no idea what to wear. I want to look hot, but with a simple look, nothing too extravagant because she won't like that. I put on a pair of skinny jeans with knee high black leather boots and a loose grey button up top with the sleeves rolled up half way on my arms. I leave my hair down and straightened, allowing it to frame my face. When I finish my make-up I noticed that it's a little after six thirty.

I take the subway and start walking towards the restaurants. I'm only four blocks away when I see a flower shop that's still open. I have a couple of minutes to stop so I go inside.

"How may I help you today?" a woman asks.

"I'm looking for a flower. Something simple, I'm going on a date and I want to make a really good first impression," I tell the woman.

I'm looking at a pink tulip. "Okay well for a first date I wouldn't go for the tulip unless you're already in love."

I chuckle and move along. "I think you're wanting a red rose for the first date. Dark red means unconscious beauty."

"Sounds perfect. I'll take one." I pay the woman.

I get to the restaurant right at seven and see Santana standing outside. She looks cute, standing there biting her lip lightly and looking up and down the streets. But cute isn't a word I would describe her as I begin to approach because tonight she's looking damn sexy. She's wearing skinny jeans that hug her curved legs amazingly and a white button up. Her hair cascades around her face, but its not straightened, its wavy.

"Hi," she greets me.

"Hi," I hand her the rose. "This is for you."

She takes it and our fingers barely brush against each other. I see a blush creep up on her face. "Thank you."

Santana heads towards the door, but I'm quick to open it for her. Once inside, we're seated immediately in a nice secluded area. The restaurant is dim with a single candle in the middle of the table. It's not fancy, but it's nice and romantic.

"I've never been here before, but everything sounds amazing," I say as I overlook the menu.

"Honestly, I've never been here either. A friend from work brings his girlfriend here sometimes," she admits.

The waiter comes over and takes with our drinks. We order a glass of red wine and then order our food.

"How's work been this week?" I ask.

"Boring and a little stressful. I don't mind doing the work, but I want to actually be the lawyer, not the one making all the calls to the lawyers about appointments or memos," she lets out a deep sigh.

"Hey you'll get there," I reassure her. San smiles sweetly to me.

"So how's the choreography going for your show?" she asks. When we were in the park, Santana asked what it was that I do at Juilliard and I told her about my senior project.

"It's going great so far. Everyone's able to pick up on the moves pretty quickly. There are some issues here and there and the music to one of the pieces doesn't flow well into the piece following it. Worse case I might have to redo the whole piece."

"Sounds exhausting and frustrating."

I shrug. "I like the challenge."

I totally meant that in two ways and I know she caught on because she laughed a little. Our food comes shortly. I take one bite and I'm in heaven.

"This is so good," I say.

"I know. It's amazing. Here try some." Santana has some of her food on her fork. I look down at the fork then back to her as she directs the fork to my mouth. I take a bite of it without taking my eyes off of her. We both blush slightly when she takes the fork back.

"Mmm," I moan a little. "That is really good."

The conversation flows easily between us. We talk about everything from music to movies, to food, to places we'd like to visit some day.

"If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go?" I ask as we finish up our dinners.

"Italy, Venice preferably. I've seen pictures and it looks so peaceful and so beautiful," she says and I can see that's she's picturing herself there. "Have you been?"

"Italy, yes, but not Venice. My parents took me to Rome and Florence when I was twelve. It is a very beautiful country."

We finish our dinner and the waiter brings the check. I go to reach for it, but Santana's quick to take it from my reach.

"I asked you out," Santana says and she has that look that says 'don't fight me.'

We walk outside the restaurant. "I know this ice cream shop down the block, if you're interested in dessert?"

"That sounds great," Santana says.

We walk down the block. We're close enough that our hands keep bumping into each other and I'm too nervous to know whether or not I should hold her hand. I mean this is a first date is it too much or too fast? Santana pulls me from inner rant by taking my hand and lacing our fingers together. I look down to see how easily and amazingly our hands fit together. I know I'm starting to smile like a maniac and my heart rate has increased tenfold. We go into the shop. I order orange sherbet and Santana orders strawberry ice cream. It's too nice outside to stay in so we eat our ice cream outside.

"So is it just you or do you have any siblings?" Santana asks.

"I have two older sisters, Brie and Katie."

"Do they live here?"

"Katie does, she's about to start her residency. Brie lives in Seattle with her husband and two kids."

"Ah that explains why you're so good with Nina," Santana says.

"That and I like little kids," I tell her. "Is it just you and your mom?"

"Yeah."

"What about your dad?"

I see a sad look in her eyes and I immediately regret the question. "He died when I was sixteen."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. I was really close to him, so it's hard sometimes," she says sadly and my heart aches for her.

I'm quick to change the subject to something more light. The ice cream is finished and we're near Santana's home. She stops in the middle of the sidewalk; our hands are still linked.

"Well I'm that way," she tosses her head pointing in the direction of her home.

"Okay, well I'll walk you," I say.

"But the subway is right there."

"Yeah, but what kind of date would I be if I didn't walk you home at the end of the night," I tell her. This makes her smile again. I could definitely get use to that smile.

After a few blocks we're standing in front of her doorstep. She begins fiddling with her keys.

"I had a really good time tonight," she says.

"Me, too. I'm happy you asked me out," I tell her and my heart is racing again, not that it really stopped racing this whole night. "Would you want to do this again sometime?"

She nods and smiles. "Yeah, I would."

"Great," I tell her, but I don't leave and she hasn't moved for the door.

We're inching closer and closer. Santana whispers, "I usually don't kiss on the first date, but for you I'm willing to reconsider."

I lean further into her, but allow her to make the connection. Our lips meet and the kiss is simple and sweet. But the minute our lips touch electricity shots through my body. It's like all the nerves in my body have woken up and all the heat in my body is rushing towards my lips. I fill her lean back, but my eyes are still closed. I open them to see her smiling at me.

"Good night Brittany," she says.

"Good night Santana," I tell her then watch as she walks inside and shuts the door behind her.

I start smiling as I walk towards the subway. That smile never leaves my face on the way home and I go to sleep with images of Santana and that kiss fresh in my head. Friday night is dull compared to my Thursday, but my good mood doesn't go unnoticed by Quinn or Kurt. We decide to do a night out, just us gays.

"So I take it the date went well?" Kurt asks.

"Wait what date?" Oh yeah, I forgot I didn't tell Quinn.

"I went out with Santana last night," I tell her.

"You never said anything," Quinn says kind of hurt and shocked.

I sigh. "I know. I didn't want the interrogation again. I was happy."

"Okay I understand you're still upset, but I would've been happy for you. So tell me about the date?" she asks.

I tell Kurt and Quinn the whole date up to the kiss. They're happy for me and see me gushing like a fool.

"So I take it you aren't bringing anyone home tonight?" Kurt asks.

"No. I don't want to. I like Santana too much and I really want to give this a try," I tell them sincerely.

Kurt and Quinn stay out later than I do. I was having a great time, but I never realized how many girls were interested in me until last night. I just wanted to dance and drink, but half the girls last night were trying to dance with me. I mean I didn't mind at all I enjoy dancing, but a few wanted more.

Saturday, I work all day at the studio, dancing, teaching, and just working around the studio. I'm so exhausted when I get home that I lay on my couch and watch movies the rest of the night. Luckily, Sunday is my day off and I'm planning on sleeping in; however, at nine a.m. my cell phone starts ringing. I almost ignore it, but I quickly glance at the screen and see that it's Santana calling.

"Hello," I answer, sleep still evident in my voice.

"Hi. I hope I didn't wake you," Santana says.

"No you're fine," I tell her sitting up in my bed. Rex is sitting next to me, I absentmindedly begin rubbing his head.

"You're lying," she says laughing.

"Yeah," I laugh too.

"Well I'm sorry I woke you up and I hope you don't mind, but someone here wanted to ask you something," she says and I can hear the phone shuffling.

"Britty?" Nina asks.

"Hey Nina."

"Would you and Rex meet mommy and me at the park?" Nina asks.

"Sure. We'd love to."

"Yay!" I hear her explain and what sounds like the phone dropping. I can't help, but laugh at how cute she is.

"Seriously you don't have to go. She just wouldn't stop asking until I called you and I know we've only been on like one date, so if this is too much." God she's adorable when she rambles.

"San, Santana!" I yell trying to get her attention. "It's okay. I'd love to go to the park and it's no problem. You guys can call anytime you want."

"Oh don't tell her that because she will," Santana laughs.

I tell her I'll meet them by the pond in half an hour. I get up and dress in jeans and a t-shirt and throw my hair up in a ponytail. Half an hour later Rex and I meet Nina and Santana by the pond. Nina is feeding the ducks, which only makes me smile.

"Britty!" Nina runs up to me. I pick her up and give her a hug then set her down so she can pet Rex.

While Nina is occupied with Rex I look at Santana. We both smile at each other, and I start to hesitate. Should I hug her? Is it okay in front of Nina to kiss her on the cheek? I mean I rather kiss her lips, but that could be too much. I think Santana notices my hesitation because next thing I know she's giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I start blushing when she pulls her lips away from my cheek. We're smiling at each other for a few minutes until we break our gaze and look down to see Nina and Rex giving us these looks.

"Why are you guys staring at each other like that?" Nina asks.

"Oh we're just happy to see each other sweetie. It's what adults do," Santana explains.

"Adults are weird," Nina says and it only makes me laugh.

We spend another amazing Sunday feeding the ducks and hanging out in the park. If this is how my life could be, then I could really get use to this settling down thing.

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