A/N: I'm so, so sorry for the delay! I'm just been insanely busy. Hopefully I'll be able to get the next chapter up faster. Happy Reading! :)

Santana was a nervous wreck for the rest of the day.

She found herself thinking about Brittany and what she should wear on this no pressure date throughout all of her classes. Should she wear something fancy? People usually dress up when they go out on Valentine's Day, but this was different. Santana and this girl were not a couple, which made it decidedly unlike other Valentine's Day outings.

When she finally decided what she would wear—a simple red dress that accentuated her boobs and showed "just enough thigh", as her mother would say—Santana began to worry about her make-up. She had been serious about her make-up since the first day she was allowed to wear it. She never left the house without a perfectly done up face. So, unsurprisingly, she spent several hours wondering whether or not it was appropriate to wear red lipstick on a no pressure date.

It took her until halfway through her 3rd class of the day to settle on wearing her favorite red lipstick. After all, it wasn't like red lipstick added pressure to a date. Plus, red lipstick always gave her more confidence. Not that she needed it. Not usually, at least. But this girl was throwing her. She couldn't fight her desire to make a good impression on this date.

As she walked back to her dorm after her classes, Santana thought about what Brittany meant when she promised "no funny business". She wondered if Brittany had only said that to encourage her to agree to come. Maybe she just wanted to do something to thank Santana for helping her. Or maybe she just felt bad for Santana because she was without a date on Valentine's Day. Santana shuddered at the idea that this could be a pity date. She decided she'd have to find a way to casually ask Brittany herself tonight.

Santana gave a slight nod and smirk to no one in particular when she realized she finally had everything planned out. She was pulling out her phone to text Brittany her address when it started ringing in her hand. A part of her hoped it was Brittany calling, even though she knew that would be impossible; Brittany didn't even have her number yet. Santana tried to slow her heart down as she looked at her phone screen. It was her mother. She let out a heavy sigh as she slid her finger across the screen to answer the call.

"Hi, Mom," she said, trying—and failing—to conceal her annoyance.

Her mother had developed a really good habit of calling when Santana didn't want to speak to her. And now was definitely one of those times. Santana needed to be thinking about her date. Or Brittany's beautiful blue eyes. Or her radiant smile. She didn't have time to speak to her mother, who would undoubtedly say something mean under the pretense of helping.

"Hey, baby. Thanks for faxing me those files earlier. I hope it wasn't too difficult."

Santana sighed before replying, "Why would it have been hard? I literally just had to put some papers in a machine and punch in a few numbers. It wasn't brain surgery." She hated that she was feeling so defensive already, but her mother really knew how to bring it out of her. It was as though she still thought Santana had the capability of a 5-year-old.

"Well, okay," her mother replied.

"What were those papers even for?"

"Oh, just school stuff. Nothing you need to worry about." Santana rolled her eyes in response. Here she was, an honest-to-god complete adult by law, and her mother still insisted on keeping things from her; even things that had to do with her own life.

"So what's going on with you?" her mother continued. Santana hated this part of the conversation most. It was the part where her mother insulted everything that was going on—or not going on—in her life.

"Not much really. Just got out of class and now I'm walking back to my dorm. You?"

"Do you have a date tonight?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "Nope," she answered, attempting to cut the conversation short.

Technically she was going on a date tonight, but the last thing she wanted to do was talk about her love life with her mother. Besides, she didn't even know if tonight counted as a real date. And even if it did, her mother probably wouldn't want to hear about it.

Santana had come out to her the summer before she left for college, but it was as if her mother hadn't even heard her. In fact, Santana's mother had ignored Santana's sexuality so well that Santana sometimes wondered if she had dreamed her coming out speech. A part of Santana wished she had told her mother that she had a date with a girl tonight—just to see her reaction. But it was too late now.

"Hm, that's too bad," her mother said. "If you don't find somebody soon, you'll end up a spinster."

"Sure. Okay, Mom, great talk, but I gotta go."

"Alright, dear," her mother replied, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "I'll talk to you soon."

"Yeah. Bye!"

Santana released a breath of relief as she ended the call. She was glad that was over with. Now she could focus on tonight. She took a deep breath in as she scrolled to Brittany's name on her contact list. Santana had wanted to text Brittany her address as soon as she left the FedEx shop. Realizing that that might seem a bit too eager, Santana decided to wait a few hours before sending the text. But now that it was time to send the text, she had no idea what to say.

Should she just send the address with no other message? No. That might make it seem like she didn't care about the date. Maybe she could say she was looking forward to seeing Brittany tonight. Should she include a smiley face? A winky face? Should she just say "hey" and let a conversation develop from there?

Santana rolled her eyes at herself. This shouldn't be that difficult. Brittany just needed to know where to pick her up. She selected Brittany's name and began typing into the text box. She took another deep breath and pretended that she was just having a normal conversation with a normal girl who wasn't unbelievable attractive. The message read, Hey Brittany :) I live in Moresby Hall. See you tonight! After looking the message over several times, Santana finally closed her eyes and hit send.

When Santana looked up from her phone, she noticed that she was almost at her dorm. She had been so distracted with texting Brittany that she'd blocked out a whole five minutes of her walk. Santana was about to slip her phone back into her bag when it buzzed in her hand, alerting her to a new text. It was from Brittany. A wave of excitement passed through Santana's body, and she could hear her heart beating in her ears. She opened the text with a shaky finger. It read, Hey! We actually live pretty close to each other! I'll pick you up at 8 sharp :)

Santana felt a flutter in her stomach as she read the text over. She didn't stop reading it until she walked straight into another student.

Santana stood on her stool looking down at the outfit that was laid out on the bed. The outfit had seemed so great in her head, but now that she was looking at it, she wasn't so sure. Her focus was broken by the sound of a key turning in the door handle. Chelsea came bumbling into the room, her cheeks rosy from the cold.

"Hey!" she greeted with a bright smile.

"Hey," Santana replied, looking back towards her outfit.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Trying to decide what to wear tonight. Do you think this dress is right?"

Chelsea walked over to Santana's side of the room. She was intrigued; Santana had never asked her opinion on anything. In fact, she was always telling Chelsea her opinions—unsolicited.

"Well, I don't even know where you're going."

"Right," Santana said, shaking her head at herself. "I have a date tonight."

Chelsea's eyes widened as she gasped. "You didn't tell me you were dating someone! You know, that's the kind of thing a roommate should kn-"

"That's because we're not dating," Santana interrupted.

Chelsea's eyes narrowed in confusion. "You mean you're going on a first date on Valentine's Day? That's a lot of pressure, isn't it?"

Santana rolled her eyes. Chelsea's old-school attitude still caught Santana off guard after all this time. "No, it's not. It's not even a date-date. It's a friend-date. Or at least I think it is. I don't know." Santana sighed and looked back at the outfit laid out on her bed. "So, is this okay?"

Chelsea was silent for a few moments before she gasped out a laugh. "Wait, what? What is going on? Tell me the whole story from before she asked you out.

"What makes you think she asked me out?" Santana scoffed.

"Oh please, Santana," Chelsea said with a playful roll of her eyes. In all the time I've known you you've never once talked about liking a girl, let alone asking one out."

Santana wished she could think of a witty reply, but she was too stressed and Chelsea was right anyways. She never talked to her friends about her crushes. She reasoned that it was only because her crushes were never serious, which was true. But this? Brittany? This was serious. And they hadn't even known each other for 24 hours yet.

"Ugh, whatever," Santana said, rolling her eyes. "I helped her fix a paper jam this morning, so she offered to take me out for drinks tonight. To thank me or something."

"Anddd?"

"'Anddd', what? Can you just tell me if this outfit is okay?" Santana said growing more and more agitated as Chelsea asked more questions.

"Well does she like girls? Does she know that you like girls?"

"The paper that was jammed was a flyer for 'Cookies & Milk', so yeah. Just help me, Chel! I don't have a lot of time."

"Okay, okay," Chelsea said as she began to look the dress over. "Yeah, this is a good choice. It shows that you're trying, but not too hard, you know? Wear black tights and I'll let you borrow those boots you made me buy." Santana smiled. She really did love those boots. In fact, she probably wore them more than Chelsea did.

"If she's just taking you out as a friend, she'll appreciate your fashion sense. But if she kisses you at the end of night, she'll have something nice and soft to run her fingers along."

"Chelsea!" Santana nearly screamed, her eyes bugging out.

Chelsea held her hands up in front of her and backed away in mock defense. "Geez, I was just messing around!"

Santana reached for the single throw pillow on her bed (her mother had insisted on it) and sent it flying towards Chelsea.

Chelsea dodged the pillow as she broke into laughter. "What, no 'wanky'? This girl must really be something."

For the first time, Santana wished she had another throw pillow, if only so she could launch at Chelsea's head.

Santana threw Chelsea's eyeliner on her bed (she had freaked out when she remembered that her own eyeliner had broken this morning) and glanced at the time on clock. 7:45. Her stomach fluttered. Brittany would be here soon. Santana examined herself in the full-length mirror for the 15th time that night. The outfit really was perfect. Santana wondered what Brittany would be wearing. She quickly brainstormed a plausible reason for her being so dressed up just in case Brittany showed up in jeans and an old t-shirt.

Santana examined herself in the mirror one last time before she headed back over to her bed. She was trying to fit her lipstick and money into her purse when she heard a light knock on the door. Thinking it was Chelsea, Santana ran over to open the door.

"Forget your key, scatterbrain?" she asked as she pulled the door open. Santana's face froze as she looked up at the girl smiling at her. It wasn't Chelsea at all.

It was Brittany.

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