A/N: Good afternoon! So I know I'm a little late on my updates, but to make up for lost time and because I'm going on vacation for a week tomorrow, I'm posting 2 chapters. I'm in a giving mood and I actually had chapter seven written before chapter six, so yeah.

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Chapter Six

Brittany's POV

Sunday went so well. We all had such a good time in the park, acting like kids. Santana would love at how kid like I was with Nina. What can I say? Ducks excite me too. I've always been a kid at heart so it's easy to make Nina laugh and play with her and I learned quickly that when Nina's laughing, so does Santana. And god I could totally get use to hearing Santana laugh. It's unique and funny and absolutely adorable.

It's Tuesday afternoon and I really want to go on another date with Santana so I decide to call her. After two rings she picks up the phone. "Hey."

"Hi. How are you?" I ask. Anytime I hear her voice my face lights up.

"Good. It's been a long day," she says and I can hear how tired she is from her tone.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. So I was wondering if you were free Thursday or Friday night?"

"Thursday I'm free. What do you have planned?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out Thursday night," I tell her.

"Fine, but nothing over the top," San warns.

"I know, I know."

On Sunday, Santana said that our dates couldn't be overly fancy. Meaning she didn't want me to spend loads of money on her. I think it's a stupid rule, but I'm willing to honor it.

"Okay, so I'll pick you up Thursday at six thirty," I tell her.

"You really don't want me to know where we're going," she says while chuckling.

"Nope, but I think you'll like it."

"Okay I'll see you Thursday."

"Okay bye," I hang up the phone.

I was hoping she would say Thursday. There's a cooking class Thursday nights that I've gone to in the past. I actually signed up for this Thursday night hoping Santana would say yes. I've never taken a date there before, so I'm really excited to take her. Honestly, I'm doing everything different with Santana. I really want to get to know her and I really want her to know me; the real me, not the one that the others see at the club. I haven't felt this way in a long time and I've missed it.

I go through the same routine as I do most weeks. Take classes at Juilliard, teach dance classes, and then work on my senior project. To me none of this is boring; I enjoy every second of my life. I get our early on Thursday, so I go home and change. I keep it casual like our first date, jeans and a nice shirt. I still look hot and that's what really matters right now. At six thirty, I ring the bell at Santana's. Santana is the one to open the door and let me just say she looks at breath taking as always.

"Hi," she greets me.

"Hi," I lean in and kiss her on the cheek without hesitation unlike Sunday. "Ready to go?"

"Yep," Santana closes the door behind her. "So no rose this time?"

Oh shit. I begin stuttering, "I well, um, we can."

Santana starts chuckling. "Britt I'm only kidding." She takes my hand in hers and laces our fingers together. "I'm keeping you on your toes."

"Oh well okay," I say letting out a sigh of relief.

"You're cute when you're flustered," Santana says.

I hail us a cab and tell the driver where to go. Santana gives me a weird look because she still has no idea where we're going.

"Do I at least get a hint?" she asks.

"You really don't take surprises well do you?"

"Nope never have."

"Just relax and trust me. You're going to like where we're going," I tell her and this seems to calm her down some.

There's a silence that settles between us, but it's not uncomfortable. After a twenty minute cab ride we finally get to our destination. We walk inside the building and I watch as Santana takes in our surroundings.

"What is this place?" Santana asks not having put two and two together.

"This is a cooking class. I come here often," I tell her.

"You like to cook?" she asks a little surprised.

"I love to, so I thought you might like this as well."

She smiles at me. "I've always wanted to take a class, but never found the time."

This makes me smile and we walk into the room where the others are set up. A man shows us to work station and sets our things up. Right before class begins I hear a familiar voice call my name.

"Brittany!" I turn around to see Kurt standing there. Kurt use to come to these classes with me, but he hasn't been going for a while so I'm surprised to see him.

"Oh thank god you're here. I thought I was going to alone and you know me I don't deal with that well," Kurt says while giving me a hug.

"Hey Kurt," I say with a little stutter. Don't get me wrong I love Kurt, but he's not going to leave me alone all night.

"May I join?" he asks.

Stations are set up for three or four people, so we technically can take another.

"Well I need to ask," I tell him pointing my eyes over to Santana.

His mouth forms an 'o' shape understanding. "Santana this is my friend, Kurt. Do you mind if he joins us?"

She looks at Kurt then at me and with a sincere smile says, "Yeah sure."

Kurt and Santana shake hands. "Well, Santana it's nice to finally meet you, Britt, talks about you all the time."

I kick Kurt under the table. "Ow, what? You do."

I give him a glare as Santana chuckles, amused by our interaction.

"So Kurt what do you?" Santana asks making small talk.

"I'm an intern for Ralph Lauren. What about you?" he asks.

"That's cool. I work at a small law firm downtown."

"Oh you're a lawyer?" he asks interested.

"No. I'm just a secretary. But I'm working on my degree in business and then I plan on going to law school."

"Wow that's impressive," he says.

"Thanks. So how long have you two known each other?"

Kurt decides to answer. "I met Britt through Quinn. Quinn and I attended NYU together. By the way Britt have you talked to Quinn lately? She isn't returning any of my phone calls."

"Kurt you've only called her over two days. You know she's busy with the gallery opening," I tell him.

"Have I met Quinn?" Santana asks. She really doesn't know the full relationship between Q and I.

"Yeah she was with me a few weeks ago in the park."

"Oh yeah."

"Wow she hasn't even met Quinn. I'm impressed or worried," Kurt says.

"Why worried?" Santana asks and I'm begging with my eyes to Kurt telling him to be nice.

"Quinn is like Brittany's sister. Sure she has two older sisters, but Quinn is practically another, which means you're not getting the sister interrogation from her," Kurt says.

"And Kurt is only kidding. Quinn doesn't interrogate, so cares," I explain and try to change the subject.

We continue cooking and enjoying the evening. Kurt and Santana are hitting it off and I can see that Santana is really enjoying her time. I'm dish is the first one finished and when it's cooled down I let Santana try some of it.

"Oh my good!" she exclaims. "That's fantastic."

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah, you're a really good cook."

"Thanks, it's one of my hidden talents," I tell her.

Her dish is the next to come out and it's really good for her first time here. I'm impressed. When the class ends we leave Kurt.

"It was nice meeting you," Santana says.

"Likewise, we should do this again sometime and I'll bring out all of Britt's embarrassing stories," he says.

"I'd like that," she says looking at my embarrassed face.

Kurt heads the opposite direction of us. Santana takes my hand again and we begin walking down the street. We're just walking since it's a nice night out.

"So did you like the class?" I ask.

"Yeah that was really fun. I didn't know you were such a good cook."

"I find it relaxing. I cook as much as I can," I tell her.

Since we're down by the river, we walk towards the prier. She leans against the railing looking up at the night sky.

"It's beautiful tonight," she says.

"It is," I tell her, but I'm not looking at the sky I'm looking at her.

She takes her eyes off the sky and brings them down to meet mine. I see them flicker from my eyes to my lips, so I lean in closer. As I lean forward so mirrors my motions. Within seconds our lips are touching in a sweet kiss. Her lips are toxic to me and I want more. I take my tongue and swipe it across her bottom lip asking for entrance, which she accepts. It started out sweet, but is far from it now. It's passionate and heated. Her hands are tangled in my hair as my hands rest on her hips. After a few minutes we break apart due to lack of air. I rest my forehead on hers and I can't help, but smile.

I pull back some and look into her eyes. She's smiling at me as I return the smile. But I quickly reconnect our lips in another heated kiss. I can't get enough of her and I want to be greedy. I want more of her. We're now in a dominance game to see who can top whom, but oxygen is becoming a problem again. I want to be greedy and ask her back to my place, but I don't push it. When she says she should be getting home I don't protest, but I can tell she wants a little more just by the look in her eyes.

We hail a cab and I take her home. We're standing outside her door.

"I had a great time tonight," she says.

"Me too," I smile at her.

She leans in and gives me another a kiss, but before it gets heated she pulls back. Her arms are loose around my neck, as mine stay loose around her waist.

"Text me when you get home," she says.

"I will," I tell her, but neither one of us moves from our position.

We kiss again. As she pulls away she gives me a few pecks on the lips. I tell her goodbye and then I leave for home with a huge smile on my face. I keep my work and text her when I get home and tell her good night. That night I can't help the smile that over takes my face as I go to sleep, dreaming about a beautiful Latina, who I am beginning to fall in love with.

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