A/N: OMG I've been writing like crazy for the last hour and I stayed up too late to post this for you guys! :P I hope you like it or else I wasted too much time! I read over it and corrected mistakes, but like I said, I'm tired so if I made some errors I apologize. :) Please enjoy and review and follow and favorite! Love you guys!
Dreamy Dances
Santana was too excited during her four o'clock class. She was completely ignoring her professor and she kept texting Brittany.
Babe, can't I just leave class early? I know this stupid stuff already!
Noooo you can't. :( Just wait okay? (: - Britt-Britt
Santana frowned. Why?
You'll see. ;) – Britt-Britt
Santana was about to start typing another message before Brittany texted her again.
Don't argue! I'll pick you up after your class! Now pay attention and get smarter! ;) – Britt-Britt
Santana sighed and locked her phone, slipping it into her pocket and turning her attention to the lame professor. "—which brings us back to—" Santana couldn't stand it. She had already read all that she needed for this lesson, and she didn't want to listen to her boring professor anymore. God, why is he so annoying?
Professor Shuester tried to teach his law class. Frankly, he was the worst law professor ever. Everyone knew that he'd formerly taught at McKinley High as a Spanish teacher, and that he'd failed miserably at that, too. Can't he just find something that he can teach? Santana asked herself, annoyed.
If Britt had this class, it'd be so much more interesting. Everything would be interesting if she were there. I want her with me all the time. Santana sighed. I want to move in with her. But I can't invite myself, she needs to ask me. How can I get her to ask me?
Santana knew that she'd been a wimp for too long. She needed to speed up her relationship, because she'd gone two whole months without even trying to kiss Brittany, who was obviously taking it slow for Santana. Because you're too chicken, Lopez, get your act together.
But that was the problem, she knew. She couldn't get her act together around Brittany, because Brittany gave her those butterflies in her stomach with just her eyes. Santana's skin boiled at Brittany's slightest touch. Santana nearly felt like she could faint every time Brittany smiled at her, and when they kissed, Santana was always surprised to find that she hadn't ended up on the ground, out cold. You have to try to get your act together.
Santana had to try so that she could speed up this relationship. She and Brittany both really liked each other, and Santana didn't want to feel like she was keeping them from being as happy as they could together. So... should I ask her if we could live together? Or is it too soon? Ugh...
Santana hadn't ever felt this attached to someone. Sure, she'd never actually dated a girl before, but still. She really liked Brittany, and she didn't know what was a fast moving relationship, and what was too slow.
"Okay, don't forget that next week we're going over Chapter 7! You might want to read ahead!" Professor Shuester called as everyone started standing up. Santana looked at her phone to see that it was five-thirty in the afternoon and that her class was over.
Excited, the Latina jumped up and hurried out of the room, eager to find her girlfriend.
Brittany waited outside the building where Santana's lecture hall was for her law class. She'd spent her last hour or so planning a perfect date for her and Santana, and she really hoped that Santana liked it.
When Brittany saw her beautiful girlfriend exit the building, she could help but smile. The two girls embraced each other in a soft hug. "Why wouldn't you let me leave early?" Santana asked, trying at a pout when they pulled away.
"I was too busy to pick you up," Brittany answered, taking Santana's hand in hers as they walked to Brittany's car.
"Busy with what?" Santana whined. Brittany gave Santana a look of adoration. God, she's so adorable.
"Stuff," Brittany said slowly. Santana looked at Brittany with her big brown eyes.
"Tell me!" Santana begged, stretching out the word "me".
"You'll see," Brittany promised. Santana gave in and leaned her head on Brittany's shoulder as they walked.
"Ugh, Britt, I missed you so bad and we saw each other just yesterday," Santana told her. The blonde squeezed Santana's hand.
"I missed you too, baby," Brittany promised. "We need to figure out how we can see each other more."
I wanna live with you, Brittany thought. I can't ask you, though, I think you still want to take it slow. In the car, Brittany turned on her radio and the two girls sang along to the songs that came on as they drove to Brittany's apartment.
When the finally got there, Brittany was almost too excited. Once out of the car, she grabbed the Latina's hand and led her to her apartment. They dropped their stuff, and Santana turned to the blonde. "What are we going to do?"
"Nothing in here, come on!" Brittany exclaimed. She opened the door that led to Lord Tubbington's room. Brittany led Santana through the room and to the window, which she opened. There was a fire escape outside of it.
"Britt... why do you leave the room with the fire escape for your cat and not for you?" Santana asked as they climbed out onto the metal structure.
"I don't know why either of us would need it. We're not fire, and a fire escape is for fire to escape right? So I don't even know why we have it," Brittany admitted. Santana smiled and chuckled.
"Okay, baby," she said simply. Brittany walked across the fire escape, but when she looked back, she noticed Santana clutching the edge of the window sill and staring at the metal floor of the fire escape.
"Santana?" Brittany asked. "Are you okay?"
"I um..." Santana forced her eyes up to Brittany's. "I'm not good with heights."
Brittany frowned sympathetically and walked back over to Santana. She extended her hand, and the Latina gratefully took it. "I won't let anything happen to you." Brittany led a terrified Santana to the ladder at the end of the structure, and they took turns climbing up the ladder to the roof.
Santana looked around the roof. In the center, there was a two person table with two chairs and a couple plates of food set out. Also, there was a stereo next to the table. Santana raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend.
"I know it doesn't look like much, but I promise, our night is going to be amazing!" Brittany exclaimed.
"Britt, any night with you is perfect," Santana promised sweetly. "Even if we're... so high off the ground..."
"Aw, babe, it's okay. The table's in the middle, see, you won't even notice," Brittany promised, taking Santana's hand again. Santana clenched Brittany's soft hand, not only because she was scared, but also because she wanted to hold Brittany's hand forever and ever.
As Santana approached the table, she saw the food that was on the table. Brittany had set out very fancy plates and glasses and even forks, and had filled each of their plates with pizza. Santana let out a laugh. "Pizza?"
"Yes!" Brittany exclaimed happily. She pulled out Santana's chair to let her sit down. Santana smiled at her.
"Britt, you're so sweet," she told her girlfriend, her eyes full of adoration. Brittany blushed as she sat across from that Latina.
The two girls started eating, not really exchanging any words. The silence between them wasn't awkward however, no they didn't have awkward silences. It was the peaceful silence of them enjoying one another's company.
"Are we even allowed up here?" Santana asked as she finished up her pizza. Brittany swallowed her food and shrugged.
"I don't know. I've been up here a couple times. It's getting dark, though, so it shouldn't be a big deal," the blonde answered. Santana shivered.
"It's also getting colder," she pointed out, getting a smile out of her girlfriend. "What?"
"Do you want to dance with me, Santana?" Brittany asked. Santana's eyes seemed to sparkle.
"Of course!" she exclaimed. The girls stood up and Brittany clicked a button on the stereo. An upbeat song came on, and the blonde let Santana a little ways from the table, but not near the edge of the roof.
Brittany and Santana danced around, twirling, laughing, watching, admiring. Santana noticed how amazing Brittany's dance moves were, and occasionally both girls would sing along to one of the songs. Both of them had good voices, and they sounded so perfect blended together.
Quite a while after they started dancing, the song "Mine" by Taylor Swift came on. It was a bit slower than the other songs, and Santana grabbed Brittany into a slow dance. They swayed gently, holding one another close to fight the cold evening.
They danced together silently, listening to the sound of the music. Santana's brown eyes finally met blue ones. She and Brittany stared into one another's eyes so sweetly for so long, that it was almost as if they couldn't even move their gazes. Santana noticed the song coming to an end, and she leaned forward, closing the gap between her and Brittany completely.
Their soft lips pressed together, moving in a slow, passionate kiss. God, I'll never get enough of kissing this girl, I swear. When Santana heard the stereo go completely silent, she broke the kiss and laid her head where Brittany's neck met her shoulder.
"Can I dance with you forever?" she whispered. Brittany chuckled.
"If you want to," she agreed.
They hadn't danced much longer before Brittany and Santana ended up laying on the roof, covered in blankets and cuddling under them, staring up into the stars. "Brittany?" Santana asked.
Brittany was stroking the Latina's hair affectionately. The blonde felt like she could hold Santana forever. "Mm?"
"Thanks," Santana mumbled. "For tonight. For the date and the food and the dancing."
"Anytime," Brittany promised with a smile.
"I'm going to dance with you forever. In my dreams, even," Santana informed her girlfriend. Brittany chuckled.
"Dreamy dances," she whispered.
"Dreamy dances are all dances with you, Britt," Santana told her, and Brittany, although not looking at Santana's face, knew that she was smiling. Brittany tried to think of something cutesy to say. I love you. What? You're so beautiful and perfect and I love you.
Brittany was confused now. Did she love Santana? There were so many things Brittany had felt for so many different people, and there were times when she'd suspected love. It never actually turned out to be love. Should I say that? Should I tell her that I think I love her?
Brittany quickly decided against it, thinking that maybe it might scare Santana away. "Well, I'll dance with you whenever you want." Santana hummed in response, and Brittany laughed. "We should get you to bed. This time, we don't have to sleep on a couch, though."
"Mm, good, your couch hurt my back," Santana grumbled. Brittany smiled slightly as she slowly separated from Santana. As they headed back to the ladder, using a flashlight that Brittany had set out, Brittany thought many thoughts at once. I planned a perfect date. Santana was perfect. I love Santana. Do I really love Santana? Should I tell Santana that? Would Santana love me?
When the blonde's head started to hurt, she was pleased to see that they were already in her bedroom. Santana and her climbed into the covers and cuddled together. As Brittany felt Santana fall asleep, she whispered, "I think I love you."
Hearing no response, she sighed and snuggled further into Santana. She slowly drifted off into a deep sleep, one thought in her mind. Santana...
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