A/N: I meant for this to be out earlier but I'm still an emotional wreck from last episode. Who needs a hug? I do. Also possibly some therapy.
Everytime I would try to write after Thursday night, my heart would ache at the memory of that episode.
But I'm holding onto the belief that they're going to get back together. Soul Mates. We'll all get through this together.
In the mean time, we have fanfiction.
So, read on, friends.

Of Coffee Shops and Comic Books

Ch. 6: We Could Happen

Santana really didn't need this shit right now. Especially from her friends.

"Are you an idiot?! We are best friends. You and Brittany are not... you're supposed to be something other than best friends!"

"Girl, you really need to work on your game,"

"Santana, I would like to see you officially with Brittany before I go back to New York. Your sapphic love story is so truly awe inspiring and it would boost my hopes of finding love in the Big Apple."

"Bro, you're totally friend-zoning yourself."

"You gotta get on that, Santana... she dressed up as Supergirl last night. Supergirl. She's perfect for you,"

"Get out. All of you." Santana said in a dangerously low voice, she was annoyed with all of their responses to her story of what happened with Brittany the night before. All six of them were gathered in the living room and nursing slight hangovers from last night.

"I live here," Quinn deadpanned, making Santana narrow her eyes at her roommate. Her glasses were at the tip of her nose and she peered at Quinn over the top of her frames.

"I don't give a fuck, Quinn." She replied back in a biting tone. Quinn just rolled her eyes at her, used to this attitude.

"I bet you would if it were Brittany," Puck chimed in smugly. Mercedes slapped a palm to her forehead as Santana turned abruptly and set her ever-deepening scowl on him.

"Puck, I swear... one more word out of you and it'll be clobberin' time on your face," Santana hissed out with malice as she clenched her jaw and pushed her glasses up. Rachel cut in to divert her attention.

"Okay then, how do we fix this?" She asked, sending a pleading look to the rest of them. Quinn, Mercedes and Sam all shrugged in response, clearly not knowing what to say.

"Fix what? There is no fixing! I said, 'sorta like best friends'. Britt and I are 'sorta best friends'" Santana huffed while she crossed her arms.

"What the hell does that even mean?" Mercedes shot Santana a pointed look, waiting for her to explain. Santana kept a hard stare before relenting after a minute.

"I... I don't know..." She sighed defeatedly and looked down. Mercedes "mmhmm-ed" in reply with Puck snickering quietly in the background.

"Alright enough of this... You are going to stop being so scared and ask this girl out properly," Quinn slapped down her hand on the couch cushion she was sitting on. Everyone's attention was then set on her.

"But-"

"No, Santana. Listen, Brittany likes you. And you like her too. Everyone in this room sees it." Quinn continued on, not letting Santana interrupt her.

"I-" Santana sighed heavily again as she shook her head, clearly at a loss for words. She looked up and scanned all her friends' faces. They all nodded in agreement with Quinn's words. She shifted uneasily in her seat.

"You can do this. She's totally into you," Sam said encouragingly as he patted her shoulder.

"It's just that... I don't know. She's so pretty." Santana paused, "No, that doesn't even do her justice. She's gorgeous. And so smart, even if some people don't get it, she is. She can make me laugh. She makes me feel so at ease but she still keeps me on my toes at the same time. She's always surprising me. I'm just... I've never liked someone so much in such a short amount of time... And I feel like I don't even deserve her..."

"Let her get to know you." Rachel gave her a look of reassurance.

"Dude, she kept looking at you the whole night," Puck added, trying to atone for his earlier statement. Santana pursed her lips in a tight line but rolled her eyes back at him.

"Willpower, Santana. Think Green Lantern," Sam tapped his temple.

"You're coming with me to Dance class Tuesday evening,"

"Quinn-"

"Nope, you're going. Just sit in the back and watch. You're going to be thanking me for this... again. Britt's an amazing dancer," Quinn looked at Santana expectantly, not taking no for an answer. Santana scoffed before answering back softly as she turned her head away.

"Fine,"

"And remember if it doesn't work out between you two... give her my number," A collective groan erupted from Quinn, Sam, Mercedes, and Rachel.

"God damnit, Puck. Way to ruin everything," Mercedes sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. Santana was about to lash out at him, but Sam held her back before she could even flinch.

"Dude, you unleashed Snix!" Sam grunted as Santana started dishing out obscenities in Spanish while she was trying to get out of Sam's grip.

"I'm sorry!" Puck said in a tone that conveyed the complete opposite. He had a smirk on his face which enraged Santana even more. Luckily Sam had gotten a good hold on her. Rachel, Quinn and Mercedes all gave Puck disapproving looks, he shrugged back at them with an expression that said "What? I was just sayin',"

"You're gonna be even more sorry when my foot makes contact with your ass, Puckerman!" Santana snarled back while clenching her jaw.

Santana found herself sitting in the back of a dance studio a few days later, watching Quinn and about twenty other people in the class watching Brittany perfectly count out and execute a choreographed move. Their main instructor had cancelled at the last minute, leaving Brittany to teach that night. Santana had walked in with Quinn, in some black skinny jeans and a white sleeveless collared buttoned up top. Quinn sported a white v-neck and some black workout shorts.

They arrived about ten minutes before it began and Santana was only able to offer a smile and a wave when she made eye contact with Brittany, who was stretching in the corner of the room with a couple of other people. Santana swore she saw Brittany's eyes light up at the sight and surprise of her there and didn't bother hiding the gigantic grin that displayed on her face. Despite her being in a pair of baggy blue sweatpants (the left leg rolled up above the knee while the other stayed at the ankle), and a well-fitted black tank top that was mostly covered underneath a faded grey zip-up hoodie, Brittany looked just as stunning as ever to Santana. Her bright green Nikes somehow fit perfectly with her outfit as well.

"Five, Six, Seven, Eight!"

The way Brittany's body popped, locked, and then instantly change direction to a smooth, easy movement was incredible. You couldn't help but be drawn into her energy. The song playing in the background was "Fearless" by Keri Hilson. They were only doing a forty second segment of it for fun. The bass beat pumped in and with every downbeat Brittany's body seemed to accent it on point effortlessly.

Santana couldn't keep her eyes off her even after the rest of the class joined in, following Brittany's demonstration.

That whole hour, Santana sat entranced with the way Brittany's body moved. Every turn, stop, and motion was executed without flaw on her part. Class ended with them going through the whole routine one more time. Brittany clapped and thanked everyone for coming and doing a great job. A sheen layer of sweat glistened on her forehead and a small drop trailed down her cheek. Santana's eyes were trained on Brittany's every move. A few students came up to her and conversed while she was putting everything away. It wasn't until Quinn caught her attention by walking up to the dancer and threw Santana a knowing smirk before speaking.

"Hey Britt, can you do me a really big favor and take Santana home? I just got a text from my parents. I gotta run and uhh- do an important errand for them..." Santana's jaw dropped. Quinn was doing this on purpose... again. That conniving little bitch. All the students were milling out through the doors already so only the three of them were left.

"Sure, no problem!" Brittany said cheerfully, casting a glance in Santana's direction. Santana coughed awkwardly and pretended to focus her attention on the side wall. Quinn's smirk grew.

"Great! Thank you so much, I owe you one," She lifted her purse over her shoulder and waved, "See you later, Santana!" she called out before exiting through the door, leaving only them alone in the room.

Brittany went back to putting everything away in her duffle bag and Santana stayed silent, just observing her for a minute.

"I'm not much of a dancer, but you were just incredible earlier," Santana took a few hesitant steps forward, closer to her. Brittany looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"Oh... thanks," She shrugged.

"Seriously, the way you move your body, it's captivating," Santana continued on, pushing up her glasses. Brittany turned around fully and looked at her from head to toe.

"Ran out of superhero shirts to wear?" She joked, noting Santana's choice of clothing.

"What?" Santana looked down at her outfit. "Oh... no. I had to dress up a little more cause I was with Rachel and Mercedes before I came here with Quinn. I got dragged to shop with them all day yesterday and today. They made me wear something other than my normal comic book shirts and some shorts..." She rubbed the back of her neck in slight embarrassment. Brittany nodded with understanding.

"I see. So that's why I didn't see you yesterday..."

"Yeah, I was actually gonna text you. But they took my phone hostage..." Santana told her. Brittany gave a small laugh.

"That's silly," She held Santana's gaze for a few seconds.

"So... umm... about the other night..." Santana began, her eyes darting around in a nervous fashion, "What I said about us being 'sorta best friends'..."

"Yes?" Brittany looked back at her curiously, her attention fully on her.

"I lied," Santana directed her gaze toward the ground, not wanting to make any eye contact.

"Oh?"

"I don't want to be sorta best friends with you..." Santana bit her lip, a small pause settled between them before Brittany replied back.

"Oh." She said in a less enthusiastic tone. If Santana were looking at her, she would have seen Brittany's expression turn into a somber one.

"When I said I liked you too... I meant it in a way that's... more in a romantic sense? I mean, I want to get to know you more. But..." Santana set her eyes back up at Brittany who had interest written all over her face. She exhaled deeply before gathering up the courage to state her next proposal. "Do you, maybe, want to go on a date with me?" Another beat of silence passed between them.

"No," Brittany answered back, confidently to Santana's surprise.

"No...?" The smile Brittany had her lips on confused Santana. She felt all her courage fade away with the seemingly rejected offer.

"You already took me out on a date. It's my turn to take you out," That sparkle in those blue eyes glimmered in the dance studio lights.

"Your turn?," Santana felt the corners of her lips twitch upward, her heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears. Brittany nodded again.

"I told you that next time I would pay," She stated, pointing to herself.

"Right..."

"Yep and we pinky promised too. That's a serious thing to do in my book," Brittany took a couple steps closer to Santana.

"We did, didn't we?" The both of them were full on beaming at one another at this point.

"So, will you, Santana Lopez go out on another date with me?" Brittany asked as she raised up an eyebrow. Santana felt her cheeks heat up, flustered again with the girl before her.

"I was having this ridiculously weird internal argument with myself of whether or not it was a date," She confessed, angling her head down and placing a hand over her mouth.

"I considered it a date. I gave you a kiss," Brittany pointed out to her. Yeah, that direct approach always seemed to catch Santana off guard a lot.

"R-right... you did... on the cheek," Santana cleared her throat, remembering that night. Brittany's smile never left her face.

"So, what do you say?" Her tone was hopeful but her expression became serious, even though she knew what the answer would be.

"Yes," Santana confirmed and nodded once.

"Alright, let's go to this diner for dinner, do you mind?" Brittany's infectious smile returned.

"Right now?" Santana inquired as she scrunched up her nose, surprised at the sudden suggestion.

"It's not like you have anything to do, do you?"

"No,"

"Then let's go,"

"Spontaneity, I like that," At Santana's reply, Brittany grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

"I'm sure you'll like a lot more after tonight," She winked, which caused Santana to smirk and answer back with,

"I'm sure I will..." She had no idea where this newfound courage came from, but it seemed like Brittany didn't mind it one bit.

Brittany gave a light laugh and held her hand out for Santana to take. Her tanned hand accepted the request and Brittany automatically intertwined their fingers together. Santana was able to suppress a squeak of shock at Brittany's bold move, but she definitely didn't mind it one bit either. The softness and warmth of the paler hand in hers spread through her entire arm and sent a million messages to her senses. Brittany tugged on it a little, making Santana realize she was staring at their interlaced fingers longer than necessary. She looked up and found her with a shy smile, which Santana returned. Brittany nodded her head towards the door and they both walked together to the front of the studio. The lights shut off before the two exited, hand in hand into the night.

"What are you ordering?" Santana asked, setting her menu down. They were seated in a 24-hour diner. The walls were covered in movie posters and had a cool 50's era feel to it. Some soft jazz music played in the background.

"Breakfast," Brittany replied back easily, twirling her straw around in her cup of water.

"For dinner?"

"Yeah. When I was younger, breakfast was confusing for me... Like, sometimes I would have eggs for dinner and not know if I was eating breakfast or dinner. So now I just eat it whenever I want,"

"I'll have breakfast too, then,"

"Really?" Brittany's eyes darted up to link with Santana's.

"Why not?" Santana's eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"Most people think it's silly or stupid," Brittany told her in a softer voice, her eyes lowered back down onto her cup of water.

"Well, I'm not most people," Blue eyes gazed back up at -the now confident- brown ones. Santana wore a sincere one-sided smile that she returned before looking back down. A slight tinge of pink flushed on Brittany's cheeks.

"So, why were you at class tonight with, Quinn?" Brittany asked, changing the subject. She tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her right ear.

"She made me go..." Santana said slowly and Brittany tilted her head to the side.

"Why?"

"To... uhh. So I could see you..." Santana sucked in her lips to suppress her embarrassment, a dimple showed up on her cheek.

"Is that right?" Brittany leaned back into her seat to get more of a full view of her.

"Yeah," She whispered back under her breath.

"I'm glad she made you go," Brittany told her honestly. She set her arms on the table and leaned forward.

"I am too," Santana smiled, her heart rate began to race. Brittany reached out and took Santana's hand again.

"Pancakes or Waffles?" Brittany asked suddenly, she kept her eye contact with Santana as she rubbed her thumb over her knuckles.

"Pancakes" She said with as much confidence she could muster, but she was lost in blue eyes. Santana gulped at their physical contact and Brittany nodded in approval.

"Good answer," A sly smirk appeared on Brittany's lips, she squeezed Santana's hand lightly before settling back comfortably in her seat. Santana blinked a couple of times and shook her head slightly.

"You're a tease," She realized with a scoff and a roll of her eyes. Brittany giggled and just winked back at her. "Holy jumping jelly beans, Batman," Santana uttered in disbelief, but she still had a smile on her face.

"I was waiting for you to say something like that," Brittany said cheekily, she licked her lips and her eyes held sparkling amusement behind them.

They ended up sharing a stack of chocolate chip pancakes -which Brittany completely drowned in maple syrup much to Santana's surprise- and spent the next hour talking about anything and everything. Santana explained to Brittany how all of those simple and complex sugars she was currently consuming would breakdown in her body through her digestive system and even went into some chemistry while she was at it. Brittany hummed and took a large bite of her food to show how interested she was at Santana's words. Santana laughed at Brittany's playfulness and threw a napkin over to her as some syrup drizzled down her chin.

Of course, the night couldn't last forever and before they knew it, Brittany was parked in front of Santana's apartment. They were sitting in silence, neither wanting to end their time together.

"Do you want me to walk to your door, like how you did for me?" Brittany began, she turned her head to look at Santana, who had her hands tucked neatly in her lap.

"No, you don't have to. You had a long day. And probably will have food coma soon from eating most of those pancakes..." Santana told her pointedly. Brittany chuckled before she answered back.

"It's a good thing I have a fast metabolism and burn off everything through dance,"

"You're a lucky, girl,"

"I actually think that you're the lucky one..." Amusement was evident in Brittany's tone. It was Santana's turn to laugh at her brash response. She looked out the window and took a glance at her apartment door before she sighed.

"So... thanks for taking me home, and for tonight. Even though I think you know that Quinn practically set this up," Santana stated with a scoff.

"Yeah, I know." Brittany shrugged.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Santana said hopefully, earning another smile from the driver.

"Yeah," A beat passed between them.

"Well... Goodnight,"

Santana didn't know whether to go in for the awkward car hug, or to give into her libido and kiss Brittany. They sat in an awkward silence for a few seconds while Santana fiddled with her lenses and tried to rack her brain for a decent decision. She wasn't sure where their boundaries lay. She stared at Brittany, who took a glimpse at Santana's lips and directed her eyes back up after a split second. That sealed the deal for her.

"Fuck it,"

Santana leaned over the center console, quickly shut her eyes and just barely caught the side of Brittany's lips with a kiss on the cheek. She pulled back and saw Brittany's eyes sparkling back at her in the lamp light, a wide grin set on her face. Santana exhaled, she unconsciously held her breathe the whole time.

"Goodnight, Santana," Brittany said sweetly in a low tone, Santana could see a slight flush of pink on her cheeks again. Santana was sure her heart was about to explode at the amount of blood pumping in her system from her simple action. She didn't regret it one bit. Santana fumbled a little with the seat belt but she eventually got it unbuckled and gave a sheepish smile to Brittany, who was trying not to laugh.

"Text me when you get home..." Santana told her with a hand on the door handle.

Brittany nodded and motioned for her to go. Santana got out and walked to her apartment door. She fished out her keys, unlocked the door and opened it. Brittany was watching her the entire time and Santana turned around to wave. She could see Brittany waving back before starting up the engine and pulling out onto the road.

To Santana's surprise, no one was home. She was expecting Quinn and Rachel to pop out of the living room and bombard her with questions once she entered, but there was nothing. She was thankful and walked directly to her room to get ready for bed. Ten minutes later, Santana flopped down on her bed in her Justice League inspired pajamas and sighed contentedly. Her phone then vibrated from an incoming text.

Home :)

Santana's lips curved up at Brittany's short and simple message before she typed out a reply.

Good, I'm glad you got there safe

A few seconds passed and Santana's phone vibrated again.

Well, I'm beat but I just wanted to say goodnight to you again. So goodnight!

Santana couldn't stop the wide grin that spread on her face.

Sweet dreams, Britt :)

She turned over and clutched one of her pillows to her body, replaying the night in her mind. She laughed quietly to herself at Brittany's silly antics that she saw tonight.

"Yeah, we could happen..." She said outloud before turning off her light.

So, trust me when I say that I was literally on the floor sobbing and weeping after Santana/ Naya's performance of "Mine" and after the "You know that I will always love you the most," What the actual fuck, Santana Lopez. You have basically pinned for Brittany S. Pierce for the past 3 years of your life and you go off and do this. -sigh-

But that whole scene was incredibly well done on both Heather and Naya's acting abilities. Damn.
Also, I currently cannot listen to ANY Glee songs at the moment, and my roommates have been abusing this newfound fact by sending me lines to "Mine" and "The Scientist" at random times. Let me tell you, not cool.

That's enough of that, if you want to talk about it more, hit me up on tumblr. We can have an extensive conversation about it and everything.

Thank you for the reviews, alerts and favorites. I replied back to some of you when I had some downtime, but I'll try to reply back to everyone for this chapter. I appreciate and love each and every single one of you.

I hope you enjoyed this update and the next chapter isn't one that you want to miss... I'm excited to write it, actually.

-Perseids