Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did there would be way more Brittana in the 'Dodgeball' promo. And the Fashion Night Out promo. And all of the Emmy spots would be featuring Naya, who got robbed for not getting a nod. Come on Emmy's, the 'hurt locker' was EPIC.

Chapter 11

Santana stepped out of the cab, making sure to grab the single red rose she had bought on the way. She mumbled a reminder to the driver to wait for her as she would be right back down. She looked at the buildings in front of her and checked the address that Quinn had written for her one last time in her phone. She crossed the sidewalk and opened the front door into a small lobby. She walked across the lobby and pressed the button to call for the elevator. She absentmindedly played with the hem of her skirt as she waited for the small lift to open. After a few moments lost in thought the elevator doors opened and Santana stepped in. She pressed the button for the sixth floor and resumed her worrying.

She was straightening her skirt for what must be the tenth time since getting out of the cab when the elevator chimed, signaling it's arrival at her desired floor. She took a deep breath and stepped out, scanning the empty hallway. She looked at the address again, 6B. She walked the few steps down the hallway and stopped in front of the door. Her heart was hammering in her chest so loud she wondered for a few seconds if Brittany and Rachel could hear it from the other side of the door. She laughed at her own thought and knocked twice on the door. It only took a few seconds for the door to open, and much to her chagrin she was greeted not by Brittany but by Rachel.

"Hello Santana, you look lovely." Santana flashed a smile at the girl and glanced behind her for a sign of Brittany. "Ah, yes. Brittany just had to powder her nose, but she will be ready in a moment."

"I didn't have to powder my nose Rachel, I had to pee..." Brittany's words trailed off as she came around the corner and caught sight of Santana in her sexy black cocktail dress. The dress fit like it had been custom made to Santana's body. Spaghetti straps held up a tastefully low cut neck line. The dress hugged her curves, ending mid thigh. A pair of several inch black peep toe heels rounded out the outfit, making Santana's legs look amazing and adding a few inches to her height. Brittany let her eyes roam over her wife's body for several seconds, a slight pink tinge building in her cheeks. "Wow San... you look amazing." Brittany said softly, biting her lower lip gently.

Meanwhile Santana was busy admiring the beauty that was Brittany. She had chosen a deep blue dress that accentuated her amazing aquamarine eyes. Santana drank in the sight of the woman before her. The dress showed just the right amount of cleavage, while the skirt flared slightly at the hips. It ended just below her knees and the black heels she had matched with the dress showed off the dancers toned calves.

"Gods Britt. You look... stunning." Santana was at a loss to come with anything else to say.

Rachel, who was now standing awkwardly to the side of the couple finally cleared her throat, and when Santana sent a scowl her way she glanced down at the rose, laying forgotten in Santana's hand.

"Oh. Yeah. Here Brittany, I got this for you." Santana stepped forward and handed the single rose to Britt with a smile. As their hands met both women felt a spark of electricity and Santana took the opportunity to take Britt's hand and bring it to her lips, gently kissing the delicate porcelain skin. Neither girl broke eye contact for several seconds, each exploring the others eyes. Santana could see the love in Brittany's eyes, a look she was sure was reflected in her own. Brittany blushed a bit before she withdrew her hand. Rachel tried and failed to hide her own smile at the cuteness between her two friends. She stepped forward to usher the pair outside before they got lost in the moment and never left. She placed a hand on each girls shoulder, breaking them from their reverie.

"Alright you two. You have dinner reservations to make and if you are late I will never hear the end of it from Quinn. And I doubt the cab driver wants to get paid to sit outside all night. Have fun both of you. And Santana, don't forget to text Quinn later, okay."

"Yeah yeah Hobbit, I will text her. And thanks for helping Britt get ready." Brittany nodded her agreement and gave Rachel a quick hug before liking her arm with Santana's and walking out the door to the elevator.

As the girls boarded the elevator Santana couldn't help but steal a few glances at her beautiful blonde companion. She wasn't sure what she had done to get so lucky, but she knew that she had definatly won the jackpot. After several floors, and more than a few looks at her wife, Brittany turned and caught Santana's eye and both girls smiled.

"Hi."

"Hey." Both girls laughed at their now familiar awkward greeting.

"You really do look absolutely gorgeous Britt. Amazing."

"Thanks San, you look smoking hot." Brittany wiggled her eyebrows and smiled, making Santana laugh harder.

"So are you ready for a great evening? I hope this date is perfect." Santana said with a slightly worried tone.

"Every evening with you is great Santana. I'm sure it will be perfect, cuz we are together." At that Santana felt a bit of weight lift off her shoulders as she pulled Brittany closer and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek just as the elevator doors opened. Both girls smiled at the exchange and they silently made their way to the waiting cab outside.

The cab ride was comfortable and quiet as both girls thought about the night to come. Santana was a bit unsure about the choice of restaurant, but Quinn had sworn it was perfect and had gone so far as to make the reservation. Santana stepped to the front desk nervously. The man behind the kiosk looked up at her with a questioning look.

"Um, Lopez, part of two."

"Yes, Ma'am, right this way." said the host as he lead Britt and San to a small, secluded booth.

"Hey Britt, I have a question for you." Santana said several seconds after they had sat down.

"What's up?" Brittany flashed her eyes up from her menu at Santana's queion.

"Well I was kinda wondering about our last names. So far eveybody seems to call me Lopez, and yet you told me that you were Pierce-Lopez. So what is 'our' last name?" Santana made air quotes as she said Our.

"Oh, well technically I am Brittany Pierce-Lopez and you are Santana Lopez-Pierce, but for work we both just go by our original last names. And mostly people just call you Lopez and me Pierce-Lopez."

"And you are okay with that? Using my last name?" Brittany shrugged her shoulders before she answered.

"Well yeah. I mean it makes sense for me to use your last name because you asked me to marry you." Santana cocked her head and thought for a few seconds before asking another question.

"So when did I ask you?"

"Last day of Glee, day before we graduated. Our senior year of high school. I think you surprised yourself as much as you did me. Mr Shuester was being all sentimental and he asked at the end of class if anybody had anything they wanted to add. Rachel stood up, but you were faster. You were totally freaked out, you kinda looked like you might puke. You started to ramble about family, and exceptance and then you looked at me and dropped to one knee. You had a tear running down your cheek when you asked me to marry you. It was kinda like a movie, only there were no cameras, and it was us."

Santana reached her hand across the able as Britt told her about their proposal. When their fingers touched Brittany smiled softly and Santana smiled broadly.

They finished dinner and Santana suggested they talk a walk in central park. They walked a slow loop, arms linked and conversation easy. Santana finally realised how late it was getting and leaned into Brittany as she suggested they head home, a gentle nuzzle to Britt' ear as motivation. Santana remembered that she was supposed to text Quinn on their way out of the park, so she sent a quick 'on our way back'.

Just a few blocks from their apartment Santana received a text fro Quinn that said, "Thank me later". Santana wasn't sure about the text until she opened the door to their apartment.

"Remind me to thank Quinn" Santana said as she closed the front door.