A/N: Wow, thanks for all the positive reviews, favorites, and alerts, everyone. That definitely took me by surprise. I wanted to get this chapter out earlier, but I was gallivanting around LA and I met USWNT goal keeper and Olympic Gold Medalist, Hope Solo, yesterday. She's a beast. And insanely gorgeous in person. Anyway, here's chapter 2.

Oh, and also thank you to Jennaye (for letting me bounce some ideas off of you when I didn't mean to) and Nikki (aka Brittany/ the Quinn to my Santana... even though our friendship is completely platonic, I use her as a reference for 'my' Brittany in this story)

Of Coffee Shops and Comic Books

Ch. 2: All You Need to Say

Four days.

It's been four whole days since Santana miraculously got Brittany's number. Well... technically it was because of Quinn riling her up and Brittany overhearing their conversation that landed Santana those magic digits... but you know, whatever. Santana still has a number in the end. Four days of constant nagging from Quinn asking her if she found the lady balls to call or at least text that girl at the coffee shop. Four days of Santana threatening Quinn with the emergence of Snix to shut her up when she told her that 'No, she hasn't done it... yet'

It's not that Santana didn't want to contact Brittany. It was just that she had gotten a bit busy in the past few days. She almost forgot about her lab that was due the day after she got Brittany's number. Also that she had a test for the lecture portion of the class, which she just finished and probably aced.

Actually, all of that "busy" school-related stuff was utter bullshit if the truth be told. Considering the fact that Santana had a strong A standing in the class overall and that she had finished that lab the day it was assigned. All that studying at Pinky's really did pay off somehow. But she didn't let Quinn know about this when she would barge into her room and start harassing her about Brittany. Santana's go-to excuse was that she was "busy" looking over her notes for Anatomy to get her roommate off her back. A definite Win-Win situation in Santana's mind.

So Santana really did want to call up Brittany. However, there was that small problem of her having absolutely no clue what to say. She was just plain afraid.

Santana was lying on her stomach across her -currently covered in Avenger bedsheets- bed with her head at the foot of it and her feet nesting on her pillows. She was wearing a matching Avengers shirt and blue UCLA sweats. For probably the hundredth time that day, she took out her phone and stared at the ten digits that have been taunting her lately.

She let out a frustrated groan and rolled over onto her back, throwing her phone towards her feet and at the top of her bed. It landed safely into her pillows.

"Quinn!" She called out to her roommate, knowing that she could hear her since both of their bedroom doors were open.

A muffled "Yeah?" made its way through the walls but it was still audible to Santana.

"I need your help," she replied back in a defeated voice. She knew Quinn wasn't going to let her live this down anytime soon.

"What?" Quinn yelled back, not hearing Santana's last response properly.

"I need your help!" Santana cried, flinging her arms over her eyes. She was sure that Quinn would be having a field day with seeing how she was acting right now if she wasn't in her respective room.

"With what?" her tone giving off the impression of not understanding Santana's previous answer.

"...Brittany," Santana relented and sighed.

"What?" Quinn shouted back with the same intonation as before.

"With Brittany!" Santana snapped, her eyebrows furrowed with irritation. How could Quinn not hear her?

"I can't hear you," Quinn asserted, her statement showing no hint of mocking. It was actually with that of actual frustration of not having clear communication.

"JESUS CHRIST, QUINN, I NEED YOUR HELP WITH BRITTANY, OKAY?!" Santana exclaimed, her patience clearly run out at this point. She could hear Quinn gasp from down the hall before replying back with,

"Do not use the Lord's name in vain!" Santana scoffed at that statement and went to focus on staring at her ceiling.

"Oh shut it, Fabray, sometimes you're as gay as I am" She heard the creaking of the wood flooring from the other side of the wall followed by padded footsteps coming towards her room.

"The keyword there is sometimes" Quinn's voice became clearer as she appeared at Santana's door with her arms crossed and her face showing obvious annoyance.

"We have to get you drunk more often, then" A memory of the two going to one of their first college parties together was brought to the forefront of their minds at Santana's statement.

"That was only one time, Santana" Quinn tried to defend herself. Let's just say that after one too many shots, Santana found Quinn and some other girl in quite a compromising position. Quinn had made Santana swear on her life that she wouldn't tell another soul. But of course, Santana would bring it back up from time to time just to piss her off.

"Sure" Santana voice was dripping in sarcasm. Quinn balled up her fists but dropped them to her sides. She visibly relaxed after a minute to straighten out her white tank top and smooth the jean shorts.

"Do you want my help or not? Because I can go back to my room and continue reading before I was so rudely interrupted," An ultimatum; Quinn used this resort quite often with Santana since it was the only thing that worked on her.

"Okay, okay, yes..."

"Are you finally gonna call her? What happened to 'I'll do it tomorrow?'" Quinn asked, uncrossing her arms and placing her hands on her hips.

"I don't know... I-... She's like my Kryptonite or something"

"She definitely makes you feel weak in the knees"

"Ugh, Quinn..." Santana mumbled, drawing her hands down her face dramatically.

"I'm just saying. At least I'm trying to make an effort to keep up with your superhero allusions,"

"Congratulations, you get an A for your efforts" she sneered.

"Santana." Quinn said sternly in return.

Santana directed her gaze to Quinn, who was upside down in her view because Santana arched her head up (... or was it down?...) to allow her look right at her best friend. She sighed heavily and squeezed her eyes shut.

"I am so out of my element here, please help me." Santana pleaded finally after a few moments. She cracked open an eye to peer out at Quinn, who gave a satisfied nod before crossing over into the room and plopping down on the same bed next to Santana.

"That's more like it," Quinn crossed her legs and relaxed into the mattress. "Why don't you take her out somewhere? What about that show you're going to on Saturday night?" she suggested a second later, recalling that Santana was raving about it a few weeks ago.

"I don't even know if she's into that or not!"

"You won't know until you ask, now will you?" Santana pouted. She didn't have anything to discredit Quinn's theory.

"Yeah..." she grumbled in defeat.

"Call. Her." There was that overly-motherly tone of Quinn's again. Santana let a disgruntled groan erupt from her throat.

"Santana Marie Lopez, I swear on all of your various assortments of comics, diecasts, action figures, replicas and whatever else is in this room that if you don't call Brittany right now, I'll do it myself!" Another ultimatum.

"Okay, mom. Geez," she glared back at Quinn.

"Do it," Santana sat up and stretched forward on her bed towards her toes and pillows, reaching for her phone that was lying on top of Captain America's face stitched on one of the cases. She turned her body so that she was now sitting side-by-side next to Quinn. She opened up her address book on her cell and brought up Brittany's number. Her thumb hovered over the green phone icon for a few seconds before she finally added pressure to the button.

"Hera, give me strength" Santana muttered under her breath, holding the phone up to her ear. Quinn shook her head, she was used to Santana saying these weird things that superheroes would commonly say. This time she had chosen Wonder Woman.

Half of Santana wanted Brittany to pick up and the other half of her was hoping that she wouldn't. Her anxiety was at an all time high, and it was all because of this simple phone call. She looked grimly towards Quinn who just gave her an encouraging smile and a thumbs up.

Riiing~

The first ring came and went and Santana licked her lips in anticipation.

Riiing~

The second ring was the same. This time Santana swallowed thickly before exhaling out loud, trying to calm her nerves.

Riii-

It was in the middle of the third ring that someone picked up.

"Hello?" Santana swore her heart skipped a beat when she heard that voice again.

"H-Hi, Brittany? It's Santana" Quinn smiled in approval, gesturing her to keep going.

"Santana! I'm glad that you finally called," a tone of genuine happiness came from Brittany's voice. It made Santana smile. Rather dumbly, but she didn't care... it was only Quinn in the room anyway.

"I know, I kinda got swamped with school for the past few days." She cleared her throat and continued, "So listen... umm, do you, maybe, want to go with me to see this acoustic show Saturday night? I can pick you up. Uh, that is, if you're not busy or working at that time..." a few seconds passed. Santana could feel her pulse racing in apprehension.

"I'd love too. I'm off that night, what time is it at?" Brittany replied back, Santana thought she heard excitement in her voice, but she brushed it off. She didn't want to make this into something it wasn't. Santana just wasn't exactly sure what this was in the first place.

"It's supposed to start at 8:30 and end around 10:30" Santana informed, a feeling of contentment spread throughout her.

"Sounds good. Would it be okay if we grab some dinner beforehand though?" Brittany asked that last part hesitantly.

"Of course, it's totally fine. Yeah." Quinn was watching Santana nod her head and had to keep from laughing out loud because of the unconventional giddiness. She only ever saw Santana like this when it was something geek-related.

"Cool, I'll text you my address" Santana could imagine Brittany with her blue eyes twinkling with warmth.

"Awesome. I'll just text or call you if anything changes then, okay?"

"I'm actually working everyday at the coffee house from one-thirty to nine so we can work out the details when you come in after class" Brittany told her.

"Yeah, we can do that too" Santana had almost forgotten that she'd probably be seeing the coffee shop cashier the rest of the week.

"Wait, I lied. I forgot that tomorrow's Tuesday. I'll be at dance classes from the afternoon to evening," Brittany realized, clearly a little bummed out. Santana sensed a small frown on Brittany's face, so she tried to cheer her up.

"That's okay, we have the rest of the week to solidify everything,"

"Definitely. Thanks for calling, Santana. I can't wait for Saturday" Brittany agreed, positive energy came back into the conversation.

"Me neither," Santana said quite honestly.

"Tell Quinn to be prepared to work hard tomorrow" Brittany added with a light laugh.

"I will" Santana confirmed, another smile forming on her lips.

"I'll see you later" Brittany told her in a low voice before hanging up. Santana couldn't help but feel a light shiver go down her spine at Brittany's last statement. It seemed... a little sensual.

"Bye" Santana was beaming as she lowered her phone from her ear and clutched it in her left hand.

"Well?" Quinn inquired, waiting for Santana to tell her about the conversation. She could only hear one side of it.

"We're going to dinner and a show this Saturday evening" the smile never faltered.

"So it's a d-" Quinn started, but a look of slight panic became evident on Santana's face.

"Wait... oh no, I have to call someone really quick" Santana interrupted, quickly dialing another number on her phone. Quinn shut her mouth and huffed, deciding to pick at her fingernails.

"Hello?" a male voice answered this time.

"Finn, I need a favor" Santana told him quickly.

"What's up?"

"I need another ticket for the acoustic set on this Saturday"

"I don't know Santana..." Finn replied, his tone doubtful.

"Come on!" Santana exclaimed, racking her brain to try urge him to do this for her. She really needed that extra ticket.

"It'll be kind of hard. This show's already almost sold out" he continued to explain. Santana was so close to asking where Finn was so she could go over to him and smack him... or something.

"Fine. I'll let you hold my Stan Lee autographed first edition of Amazing Spiderman Issue #568, the next time you come over" Santana sighed, feeling some regret creep up on her.

"You got yourself a deal" Finn responded back immediately.

"Thanks Finnocence!" Santana's voice expressed relief and she disconnected the line.

"Nice bribing there," Quinn spoke up, her attention on her nails.

"One of the hardest things I've had to do. I never let anyone hold that issue..." Santana frowned. She pictured Finn's grimy hands touching her vintage comic. All those unwanted fingerprints on that mint condition, state of the art paper. But she knew Finn would give into her request since he eyed it the first time he came over. She tried to get that image out by shaking her head.

"So as I was saying," Quinn started up again, looking pointedly at Santana, "You're going on a date with Brittany" Santana stopped all movement.

"A... A- what? Date?! No- no, no, no, no... We're just hanging out! Friends-wise. Just friends" she sputtered, trying to cover up the surprise in her voice.

"Mmmhmmm"

"Quinn, stop it. I'm just trying to take it one day at a time here, alright?"

"Fine, but I still think it's a date. You can call it whatever you want" Quinn stated quite confidently.

"You're insufferable" Santana quipped as she flopped down on her back to the comfort of her bed.

"Why don't you hit me with one of those bat-a-rang-things to shut me up?" Defiance was once again in Quinn's tone of voice. She raised an eyebrow and turned her head to look at Santana.

"Because those don't deserve to be wasted on someone like you," Santana said in all seriousness.

"Ouch. Well then, I'm going to go back to my room now," Quinn declared while getting up, off of Santana's bed "You're very welcome, again" she further implied. Santana mumbled something incoherent in Spanish and Quinn took it as something profane. She walked out of Santana's room before anything physical could really be thrown at her.

"Brittany said to be prepared to work your ass off in dance class tomorrow evening!" Santana yelled out, remembering their phone call.

"I'll be sure to ask her about your date when I see her!" Quinn replied back, emphasizing the word 'date'.

Santana buried her head in a pillow nearby to cover up her grumbling. She never did understand how she and Quinn worked together as best friends. It was how it was between them. No matter how much Santana wanted to throw her off a building at times. Of course she would have made a safety net of web... because in these scenarios she would be Spiderman -or Spiderwoman actually- and she wouldn't really want to kill Quinn.

"It's not a date. It's just the two of us getting a dinner and watching a show together." Santana rationalized silently to herself. "And I'm picking her up." She sighed, knowing that deep down she wanted it to be a date. She wanted to get to know Brittany more. She wanted Brittany to know her. There was something about her that captivated Santana.

She was shaken out of her thoughts when her felt the vibration of her phone next to her. Santana picked it up and saw it was a text of an address and a short message from Brittany.

I really can't wait for Saturday ;)

Santana couldn't help the smile that twitched up at her lips. Was that a winky face that Brittany added at the end? She felt that same heat burning on her cheeks whenever she was around Brittany physically. But this time she got that same feeling just from a text message.

"Okay, all you need to say is..." Santana stopped. She had no idea where to start with what she wanted to tell Brittany. It took her a couple minutes, but she finally settled with a lame,

It's going to be so fun :)

Santana couldn't bring herself to do a winky face back.

"Smiley faces are just as nice, right?" she thought, trying to reassure herself. They show the universal sign of happiness, but not the seemingly hidden innuendo of something more that a winking face did. "When did I get so fixated on winky faces versus smiley faces?"

Santana turned over on her bed and took hold of her Brightest Day trade to stop her over-analyzing.

This was going to be a lot harder than expected.

So, I might possibly make this into a longer thing. Instead of my previously mentioned 3-5 chapters, that may change to 10-15?
It's really up to you guys, if you'd like more just tell me and if I get enough people who are in favor of that, then it'll most likely happen.
Also, I start school next Monday, so updates may take a bit longer when the time comes.
I have a few ideas floating around in my head, it's just hard to get them down.
But anyway, that's enough of me, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

-Perseids