A/N: I finished this part, I know I just posted the first part! (: Thanks to those who reviewed or read or reviewed to me through Twitter! (: 3 I really hope you like it and reviews make me happy! 3 BTW: This is pretty much my first fanfiction... (:
Girlfriends
Brittany looked over at Kurt, who was going through her closet trying to find something for the girl to wear. Brittany was going out to a fancy restaurant with Santana, and she needed Kurt to find her something good to wear. It'd been nearly two months since the girls' first date, and they'd had many more, but they weren't anything special yet.
"Where are you going again?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know, that big fancy restaurant with the dance floor," Brittany answered, not able to recall the name. Kurt sighed as he continued to look through the clothes. Kurt was a genius when it came to fashion.
"So... how's it been with Santana anyway?" Kurt asked curiously. Brittany smiled.
"Good," the blonde answered.
"'Good' won't cut it, Britt." Kurt looked over at her. "Use more than one syllable."
"Okay," Brittany hesitated, not really understanding what Kurt meant. Kurt sighed.
"Never mind. You really like her?" he asked, pulling out a few outfit choices. Brittany's smile stretched across her face.
"Yes, I do," Brittany admitted.
"Are you guys officially... girlfriends yet?" Kurt asked. Brittany's smile wavered.
"Oh, uh, no not yet." The blonde fiddled her thumbs. "I thought... I think maybe I should ask her tonight... since this is the fanciest thing we've done... but I don't know. What if she says no?"
"Honey," Kurt started, "if she's been dating you this long, she definitely likes you. Just ask her, okay? I'm not going to pick out the perfect outfit for you to just chicken out!"
Suddenly, the door to Brittany's room bust open and Rachel stomped in. "How come I wasn't invited to prepare Brittany for her date?"
"R-Rachel!" Brittany exclaimed.
"Because I'm better at fashion," Kurt answered bluntly, not even looking up at the brunette.
"Brittany! That is not true, is it?" Rachel demanded.
"Rachel, it isn't that big of a deal!" Brittany exclaimed. "I just needed Kurt to pick out an outfit for me. I have to leave in half an hour."
"I completely understand your need for a perfect outfit, as you are going to a perfect date destination, but I do believe that I should have been asked to help pick it out! You have to admit that my school-girl librarian sheik style is just perfect!" Rachel exclaimed.
"No offense Rachel," Kurt started, "but that look is—"
"Is what?" Rachel demanded.
"Calm down!" Brittany exclaimed. "Rachel, what Kurt means is that your library girl sheik school style only looks good on you."
"School-girl librarian sheik," Rachel muttered under her breath. "Anyway. Brittany, I have to ask you, are you and Santana official yet?"
"No," Brittany answered, annoyed that this question kept popping up.
"Why not? You've been dating for nearly two months and you clearly like her," Rachel pointed out. Brittany rolled her eyes. Sometimes Rachel really got on her nerves, but she knew that if Santana ever met her, it would be much worse.
"Yes, Rachel, I know. Neither of us have asked one another yet," Brittany explained. Rachel gave a swift nod as Kurt stood up, holding a light pink dress.
"This is gold!" Kurt exclaimed. Brittany blinked.
"That's pink," she corrected. Kurt sighed.
"I meant that it's perfect! You have to wear this!" he insisted, bringing it to the blonde. Brittany took the dress from him.
"I'll go change... Kurt, make sure Rachel doesn't touch anything," Brittany suggested.
"Hey!" Rachel objected.
Santana sat on one side of her bed, looking across it at Quinn. Quinn was about to give her a super long, boring lecture, she was sure of it. Why? Because Santana just had to mention that she and Brittany weren't officially girlfriends yet.
"Why not?" Quinn started with.
"She hasn't asked me," Santana answered plainly.
"Why does she have to ask you?" Quinn questioned. Santana didn't answer. Because I seriously suck at talking about feelings? Because Brittany started this whole relationship? Because she's way stronger and braver than I am?
"If she doesn't ask me, it means she doesn't want to be girlfriends with me," Santana decided.
"That's bull," Quinn said.
"You haven't even met her, you don't get a say!" Santana exclaimed.
"If you've been dating for two months and you like her enough, ask her. For all you know, she's waiting for you to ask her!" Quinn exclaimed.
"Q, I can't just ask her to be my girlfriend," Santana objected.
"Why not?"
"I just can't, I—"
"Santana, the three most important things in life are friends, fortune, and love. You have friends covered, obviously. You're working up to your fortune, so that's covered. Love is all that's left. You've known you were gay since junior year in high school, but you've never had a girlfriend. I'm not criticizing, I'm trying to say that if you want a perfect life, you need to give love a try," Quinn finished.
"Are you taking a therapy course or something?" Santana asked. "Because you sound like one of those therapists who talk to insanely depressed people and end up getting fired because they stirred up the patient with all the extremely boring and unhelpful words."
"Does that even happen?" Quinn wondered.
"I appreciate you trying to help me, I just don't think that anything you say will actually help. Not that your endless mistakes in life don't make you the perfect person to come to during a problem, it's just that I cannot ask Brittany to be my girlfriend if I don't know for sure that she'll say yes," Santana explained.
Quinn rolled her eyes at the insult. "But I'm sure that she'll say yes."
"You don't even know her," Santana argued, standing up and smoothing the wrinkles in her red dress. "I have to go, or else I'm going to be late."
Brittany got to the restaurant before Santana, and she stood outside the building to wait for the Latina. Not long after, she saw Santana approaching her. "Sorry, Quinn was holding me up."
"That's okay, I just got here," Brittany answered. Santana smiled, and the two of them headed into the restaurant.
Once they were seated, Brittany finally decided to talk about feelings. She opened her mouth to say something, but Santana spoke first. "Brittany?"
"Mm?" Brittany asked.
"I was... I was thinking a lot earlier and I was talking to Quinn and..." Santana took a breath. Brittany already knew that it was hard for Santana to talk about feelings, so she didn't know whether these were going to be good or bad. "I really, really like you Britt, and I... I don't know if you like me as much, but..."
"I like you a lot," Brittany promised. Santana smiled, and Brittany knew that she'd made it a little easier on Santana.
"We've been... we've been doing these dates regularly for two months... and I think... I was wondering if you, err, want to be... be my girlfriend?" Santana asked. Brittany sighed, relieved that the feelings were good, and beamed at Santana.
"Yes!" Brittany exclaimed. Santana's smile grew on her face. "Of course! I was actually about to ask you that."
Santana's jaw dropped. "So I went through all the stuttering for absolutely nothing?" Brittany smiled. She's so cute.
"No, I like that you asked me," Brittany admitted. Santana smiled again. Brittany watched her lips, and realized that she hadn't kissed Santana yet. They always hugged, and talked, and flirted, but they'd never kissed yet.
It occurred to Brittany that the two of them were taking their relationship fairly slow. Brittany had been to Santana's apartment once to pick her up for a date, but Santana hadn't ever seen Brittany's.
"What?" Santana asked, chuckling. Brittany blinked and realized that she'd been staring a little too long. The blonde smiled innocently.
"I just realized that you've never been to my apartment yet," Brittany answered. Santana nodded seriously.
"Show met tonight," she suggested. Brittany raised an eyebrow.
"You don't need to get home?" the blonde asked. She wanted so bad for Santana to come over, if only to just talk, but she didn't want to sound too excited and weird about it.
"Nope!" Santana answered happily. Brittany let the smile that had been twitching to appear show, and she nodded excitedly.
"Okay!" she exclaimed. Santana smiled at Brittany's enthusiasm. Brittany could only wonder what was going on through the Latina's mind.
Santana smiled at Brittany's enthusiasm. God, she's so adorable. "Where's your apartment again?"
"It's about ten minutes away from the community college and from Breadstix," Brittany answered happily. The both of them had found out that they attended the same college, but since neither of them lived on campus and had no classes together, they'd never even seen each other.
That was actually a pretty big downside. They never saw on a regular occasion, just dates. Santana wished that she could see Brittany more, but she didn't know how she could arrange that. They'd only just started dating, and she didn't want to make things seem to rushed. Seeing Brittany's apartment was probably a good way to keep it sort of slow going.
"That's cool," Santana answered. "I live way too far from campus. I have to leave half an hour before my classes start."
Brittany gave Santana an apologetic look. "Maybe you should move closer," Brittany suggested. With you? Santana thought, but she immediately wiped the thought from her mind. They'd only just started dating. Take it slow, Santana, and do not assume that's what she meant.
"I should, when I get enough money to rent something better than mine," Santana agreed. Brittany smiled, and Santana didn't know how she could always be so peppy. The only time in the last two months that Santana had seen Brittany not happy was right after Santana had punched Sam.
"Well, when you do you should move to my area!" Brittany exclaimed happily. "It'd be nice being able to see you more."
Santana immediately smiled and felt her skin heat up. Brittany wanted to see her more? God Santana, stop acting like this. Why was she acting like this? "I'll have to check it out."
Their server brought them their dinner and they set to enjoying their food while exchanging some small talk about their classes and their friends. When they finished, Brittany slipped money into the check and they stood to leave.
Luckily, Quinn had dropped Santana off, so they didn't worry about a car situation. Santana had been in Brittany's car before, but as they headed over it, she couldn't help but feel nervous. Nervous about going to Brittany's place. Why was she nervous? Because you're a total sissy around Brittany. God Lopez get yourself together.
As they approached Brittany's apartment building, Santana looked around the area. It really was pretty nice. There was a grocery story just across the street and it looked like a good place to live. Maybe she really should consider moving to this place.
Brittany parked in front of the building and gave Santana an enthusiastic smile. Just seeing Brittany happy made Santana give her a huge grin. "Ready to come in?" Brittany wiggled in her seat. Santana laughed.
"Sure."