Sorry I got it to you guys so late. I'm gonna try to get a chapter in every other day. Thank you for your kind words, it means a lot.
Santana decided to take a walk around the small island. As she walked around, her mind drifted to the beautiful blonde she had met the night before. It was crazy, she had never fallen for a girl so hard or so fast before. She didn't like it. She saw a golf cart rental and walked over to it. She hated walking so she decided to rent a car. It was too expensive either, so she was happy. When she walked in to the building she heard a familiar voice.
"Where's the other golf stuff?" Brittany asked the lady behind the counter who just looked at her like she was crazy. Frustrated, she turned around in a huff to see a smiling Santana.
"Hey." Santana said as Brittany walked over to her. Brittany waved excitedly.
"They don't have any other golf stuff…" Brittany said sounding disappointed.
"Do you want to rent one anyway? I'll split the cost with you. That way we don't have to walk around all day." Santana said nervously.
"You want to spend the day together?" the blonde said hopefully. Santana looked at her hesitantly.
"If you want to, I mean I know we just met and stuff. But last night we hit it off, or I thought we did."
"Of course, and you're cute when you're nervous." Brittany answered. She didn't remember hitting anything last night, but she did really want to hang out with the other girl. After they paid, Santana filled out the information and Brittany picked out the car she wanted.
"I'm starved, wanna get breakfast?" Santana asked looking at Brittany briefly before pulling out of the parking lot.
"Sure. You can choose where." Brittany answered happily. She hated eating out, but she really wanted to get to know this girl. The Latina chose the same cute café she ate at last night.
"So how did you get into law?" the blonde asked sipping her orange juice. She had felt so childish when she had ordered, but Santana seemed unfazed by her ordering what she did.
"I… Well… I was raped when I was nine… And afterwards I blamed myself until high school when I realized that it wasn't my fault, and I wanted to help put people like that in prison…" she said quietly. She didn't know why she was opening up so much but Brittany made her feel safe, so she didn't really care.
"I am so sorry… But you're strong for doing that." Brittany answered. She felt bad for bringing it up now.
"How'd you get into dancing?" Santana said changing the subject.
"I saw Dirty Dancing, and wanted to try it out. Once I started taking lessons, I fell in love. That was when I was 10, so." She answered smiling. She loved dancing. Their food came, ending the conversation and leaving the girls in a comfortable silence.
"May I ask you a personal question?" Santana asked. She needed to ask the blonde girl this before she fell any harder for her. Brittany nodded and Santana looked at her seriously.
"Gay, bi, straight, what are you?" Brittany laughed.
"Lesbian. You?"
"Lesbian also." Santana said with a flirtatious smile. They finished their meal talking about favorite movies, books, and other simple things. When it came time to pay, Brittany demanded that she pay and Santana reluctantly allowed her to.
Once they started driving, Brittany started pointing out places she wanted to go to, making the Latina girl laugh so hard she had to pull over.
"What are you laughing at?" Brittany asked with a frown.
"You. You keep pointing out all these stores like a little kid would. It's cute. Pick one, and we'll go there." She said her laughter finally residing.
"Uh… Uh… The one with the shark!" the blonde exclaimed and Santana smiled at the adorableness that was Brittany. The moment they parked Brittany was out of the car running into the store. Santana smiled when the blonde suddenly turned around and grabbed her to pull her along.
"Whoa…" Brittany muttered as both girls stared at the wall of designs she could have put on a t-shirt. It was from one end of the wall to the other, and top to bottom.
"Do you want one?" Santana asked still holding the other girls hand. Brittany nodded and looked at Santana.
"We should get one with the cartoon bikini girl on it." Santana nodded. She was falling so fast for this girl, but she couldn't have cared less. She told the guy behind the counter what she wanted and he went to work. While she waited, Brittany walked around the store looking at all the merchandise. Santana came over with two different bags, and handed one to her.
"Do you wanna go swimming?" she asked and Brittany looked like a deer in headlights.
"I can't." she whispered and Santana dropped her brow.
"Why not?"
"I don't know how to swim…" Brittany said looking at the ground. She was embarrassed that at twenty-six she couldn't swim.
"I'll teach you then." And with that, they were off to the beach.
"You grew up in California and never learned how to swim?" Santana asked grabbing the blondes hand and intertwining their fingers.
"I was always too afraid. Whenever we went to the beach, I'd just stay on the land or just get my feet wet." Brittany answered tightening her grip on Santana's hand as they got into waist deep water.
"Well, I was on my high school and college swim team. So, you're safe." And Brittany did feel safe, but not because Santana had told her that. She felt safe because she was holding Santana's hand, and just being around the other girl put her at ease. They kept going until they were chest deep in water when Brittany suddenly stopped walking.
"I'm scared." She whispered standing closer to the Latina.
"We won't go any deeper then. It's okay." Santana whispered trying to comfort the other girl. She had always been terrible at comforting people, but Brittany looked more at ease.
After a while of standing there, Brittany got more comfortable and started playing around. She dunked the shorter girl who had a playful look in her eye. Suddenly, Santana dunked the blonde instantly regretting it. What if she hadn't been ready for that? Her fears went away once she saw that Brittany was smiling. Brittany usually would've been terrified, but she felt so safe with Santana. She felt so safe that she didn't care if she gave her heart away. It was too late to get it back anyway.
As they made their way back to land, Brittany took Santana's hand again. Santana smiled at the gesture. She usually wasn't one for hand holding but she didn't mind it with the blonde.
"Can you take me to my place?" Brittany said after her stomach grumbled. Santana's smile fell.
"Sure… I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or scared. I didn't mean to." Brittany shook her head.
"I was gonna make us a dinner-lunch thing." And Santana smiled again. They made their way to the car, and Santana was giddy. She got to spend even more time with the girl she was falling oh so hard for.
Brittany's house was much homier than Santana's was. They blonde had said a friend of hers owned it, which was pretty obvious. There were pictures of a couple, a blonde and brunette. The brunette looked vaguely familiar.
"This is only one of many of the houses they own. Quinn's a doctor and Rachel's a singer." The bubbly blonde explained as she cooked.
"Wait… Rachel Berry?" she asked kind of star struck. Rachel was one of her favorite singers, and she was in her house.
"Yeah, she went to high school with me and Quinn, and college with me. She's cool." Brittany said laughing internally. She could tell Santana was a fan.
"Wow." Was all Santana could muster out and Brittany laughed.
"They're both coming down next week if you want to meet her." Santana's eyes went wide.
"Really?" and Brittany nodded and set the girls plates on the table. Santana was surprised the girl could cook, it smelled awesome but tasted even better.
After they ate, they spent the rest of their time together on the couch just talking. Both girls were so wrapped up in each other, they didn't notice the time. Santana looked down at her watch and frowned. It was 12:30 in the morning.
"It's kind of late. Do you want to hang out tomorrow or something?" she asked hoping she didn't sound desperate and moving closer to the blonde.
"I'd love to." She said moving towards the brunette. They were just centimeters away and Brittany could feel Santana's breath. Santana wanted this; she had wanted this all day. She whispered goodbye and got up and left. It was just too much.
Brittany sat there in confusion. What did she do wrong? She could have sworn she had seen the Latina stare at her lips most of the day. Maybe she was wrong, and the girl didn't feel the same way she did. Brittany mentally scolded herself. She knew she should've been more careful with her heart.