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"Santana Lopez?!"
Quinn exclaims and whips her head to give Brittany, who's laying down on the bed, a curious look. They are currently at Brittany's apartment, just having a particularly lazy day after working nonstop for the past week. "The Santana Lopez?!"
Brittany groans and hides her face under the pillow. "Yes. Her."
Quinn immediately walks over towards the bed and throws a pillow at the blonde. "Why didn't you tell me she's the girl you met that night?"
"I didn't expect to see her again, okay? I mean, seriously, what were the chances?"
"But, this is Santana Lopez, Britt! Famous singer who's just everywhere right now. Her face is on every magazine I see. She's been on every talk show I've watched in the past week! I even have her album on repeat!"
Brittany chuckles. "I see that you're a fan."
"This is huge, Britt! Disregard the fact that she's a superstar now, you finally found her after all this time. That means something."
The dancer sighs. "U-Uh.. I don't know, Q. It's too good to be true, don't you think? It's as if the gods are mocking me with this only to take it away from me later on. It's terrifying."
Quinn smiles genuinely at her. "No, honey. This is them giving you a do over to finally get it right with her."
"Woah, woah, woah! Brittany Pierce, the choreographer slash amazing dancer in your video, is the runaway bride from three years ago?" Kurt exclaims in surprise. He, Rachel, and Santana are currently at the singer's apartment, relaxing over a bottle of wine and a guilty pleasure movie musical.
"Yeah?" Santana shrugs and her bestfriends stare at her with wide eyes and open mouths.
"That is literally the best love story I've ever heard!" Rachel exclaims.
"W-What? Love story? Let's not go there yet, alright."
"I agree. I'm not fully convinced with everything that's happening. I feel that it's too good to be true in a way." Kurt squints his eyes.
"Y-You t-think so?" Santana raises an eyebrow while biting her lip.
Kurt and Rachel give her a look before erupting in laughter, both of them entertained at the Latina's reaction.
"Oh my god! You're blushing, Satan!" Kurt teases.
"That's true, you look like Elmo without the schizophrenic weirdness!" Rachel exclaims.
Santana huffs and rolls her eyes at the both of them. "I am not, okay? T-That's the alcohol or something."
"Yeah, right. You so like her!" Rachel comments.
"You so like her, Britt. Seriously. Your vagina is just buzzing for her!" Quinn jokes and Brittany turns absolutely red.
"Quinn!"
"It's true! You seriously have the hots for her." Quinn utters. "So, what happened? Did you girls go on a date yet?"
"Well, we went out for drinks the other day and I went with her to that Fallon interview." Brittany shrugs.
"Drinks?" Quinn scoots closer to her. "B, you gotta give me something here. I need details!"
Brittany sighs and faces Quinn. "We just caught up with each other over drinks and talked about everything that just came to mind. It's actually pretty nice, you know. It felt like we've known each other for years." She says and seemingly spaces out.
Quinn chuckles at her bestfriend's antics. "And?"
"We went to that interview and she was just staring at me the whole damn time when she talked about all those romantic stuff!"
Quinn's eyes widen at the memory of watching that interview. "Holy shit! You're the inspiration behind that awesome song! Oh my god! Britt, this is unbelievable! It's like a real-life fairytale."
The butterflies in Brittany's stomach flutter and this time, she can't help but grin at the memory of Santana staring at her like that.
"Then what happened?" Quinn motions for her to continue.
"Well.. We—Uh.. We kissed."
"We kissed." Santana mutters and her bestfriends cheer loudly the moment those words registered in their heads.
"Santana, that's amazing! How did it go?" Rachel asks. Both she and Kurt are sitting at the edge of the couch, waiting for Santana's reply.
"You're asking me how the kiss was?" Santana replies, confused.
"What? No! You know what we mean." Kurt rolls his eyes at her.
"Nothing." The brunette shrugs and takes a sip of her wine.
"Nothing? Come on, Santana." Kurt quips. The singer gives up and shakes her head in disbelief.
"I don't know, okay? It was nice. There was just something in there. Like magic."
"Magic, huh?" Rachel quips and both she and Kurt share a knowing look.
"I'm not even sure if she likes me. Heck, I'm not even sure if that catch up thing we did was a date."
Kurt and Rachel share another look before turning their attention back at Santana. "So, you went out for drinks, flirted, you even dragged her to your guest stint at Fallon, then you kissed." Kurt repeats for everyone to ponder and think about.
"Sounds like a date to me, Santana." Rachel says nonchalantly.
"I agree. Sex is probably the only thing that's missing." Kurt adds as he and Rachel bump their wine glasses in agreement to his statement.
"Kurt!" Santana shouts exasperatedly.
"What? It's true. She's hot, you're hot. Why not?"
"Ooh.. That's a nice rhyme. Good job!" Rachel tells Kurt and the singer just rolls her eyes at them.
"Well, it's not a date for her. She said that a date starts with a dinner."
"Screw the rules, Satan!" Kurt chimes in.
"I- W-We haven't even talked about it since that night. It's been all work for us since then." Santana sighs and purses her lips.
"Maybe you should ask her out again." Rachel comments.
"You should ask her out again, Britt." Quinn tells her after getting them popcorn and choosing a romcom on Netflix.
"I don't know, Q. It's just too confusing for me! She hasn't even mentioned anything about it since that night."
"Maybe she's just shy or something. Maybe even scared."
"We see each other every freaking day, Quinn. Santana and I literally spend almost every minute of those 24 hours with one another. We've already seen each other in just our underwear and I've basically stripped for her already. And she's 'shy'?" Brittany huffs.
"Such a big problem. Seeing her almost naked, right?" Quinn smirks and Brittany rolls her eyes.
"Look, I don't know what I'll do yet. Maybe I'll ask her out, maybe I won't."
"Ask her, B. You've got nothing to lose."
"We'll see, okay? Right now, I just want to concentrate on work first." Brittany sighs.
"Ooh.. The sex is gonna be pretty awesome, I bet."
"You know, somewhere within you there is a lesbian just begging to come out of the closet." Brittany jests and throws popcorn at Quinn as they slowly settle in a comfortable silence while watching the movie.
It's been two days since Quinn tried to convince Brittany to ask Santana out. And even though she and Santana had spent the entire day yesterday working together over rehearsals, they still haven't talked about the night they kissed. Brittany doesn't really want to be the first one to speak about it, she just feels that it would be unprofessional for her in a way? Well, she's not really sure. Fear of getting hurt again, perhaps? If she's actually going to be honest, she's just scared that Santana will turn her down. And that would just do wonders for their work relationship. Just freaking wonders.
On the other hand, Santana is thinking about almost the exact same thing. She likes Brittany. She's absolutely attracted to the blonde but it just scares her to make a move. She's afraid to get hurt again. That maybe everything is too good to be true. Never mind the fear of actually dating again, this is a whole new world. She's in the limelight now. What happens if she asks Brittany out? God, what if Brittany says no? She'd hate to find out what would happen.
Brittany turns and watches herself dance on the wall length mirror of the label's dance studio. She's been practicing new routines for Santana's upcoming live performances and music videos plus the new songs she'll do. In all honesty, it's her way of blowing off the stress she's been feeling about this situation with Santana. Gosh, all that sexual tension between them is not really helping at all. At all.
Brittany's been at it for a few hours already and probably knows the words to Santana's whole album by heart now, going over and over at it again while adding a few more steps along the way. She's on her nth time of doing a particular routine when a voice startles her.
"Looking good, Britt."
Brittany jumps in surprise. She turns to see Santana leaning by the door with her arms crossed, smirking and looking amused. Brittany gulps and tries to catch her breath before turning off the music.
"Santana! How long have you been there?" She utters as she wipes away the droplets of sweat forming on her forehead.
Santana's smirk widens as she walks towards Brittany, grabbing the nearby towel on her way to the girl.
"Since you've repeated the dance for probably the hundredth time." Santana jokes and hands Brittany the towel, the blonde shyly takes it and wipes away the sweat on her face and body.
The brunette's eyes automatically checks out the dancer's glistening body. That sports bra and extremely tight leggings Brittany's wearing? Just doing wonderful things for her imagination.
"Santana?" Brittany calls out and pulls the singer out of her trance.
"W-What was that?"
Brittany chuckles and shakes her head in disbelief. "I said, what are you still doing here? It's kinda late already."
Santana awkwardly smiles, embarrassed that she got caught ogling the girl. "I recorded a song for this charity thing with John Legend. So.. Yeah.."
"Wow, John Legend?" Brittany eyes widen.
"Yeah. He's pretty nice." She replies and catches Brittany doing the leering this time which makes her smirk. Well, she does look pretty fucking good in her tight blue dress. Can't blame the dancer.
"So," She exclaims a little loud and Brittany snaps right out of it before clearing her throat. "I could say the same for you about staying late in here."
"Y-Yeah. I'm just going over the routine and making new ones with your songs."
Santana nods at her statement and they're left to awkwardly stare at anything but the other. The singer motions to turn and say goodbye but an uneasy feeling settles in her stomach. This is it, this is her fucking chance to ask the girl out. Should she do it now? Wait, she's got to think abo—Actually, nope. She's done thinking about every little thing.
"Hey, Britt?" Santana treads lightly as Brittany looks up curiously at her and motions for her to continue with raised eyebrows.
"Do you- W-Wanna- W-Would you-" Santana sighs deeply and closes her eyes for a second to gather herself before clearing her throat. "Do you wanna, m-maybe go out sometime?"
Brittany stares blankly at her for a moment, the silence inducing panic in Santana. "B-Britt- I-"
"Like a date?" Brittany states.
"Y-Yeah. Like a date date. B-But if you d-don't-"
"I'd love to, Santana." Brittany replies and finally grins while pushing some stray hair behind her ear.
Santana actually sighs deeply in front of her, just so fucking relieved. "G-Great. A-Awesome! We'll start with dinner for sure."
They chuckle and those damn smiles are seriously hurting both of their jaws right now.
"S-So, are you done here?"
"I'm actually finished now." Brittany replies and goes to gather all her stuff. The blonde grabs a gray hoodie and wears it over her head.
"Walk you home?" Santana utters, grinning from ear to ear.
"I'd like that." Brittany returns the smile and they start to walk out of the dance studio.
"I'm icky and gross with all the sweat right now but do you mind if we grab a hotdog along the way? I got hungry with all the dancing." Brittany adds with a playful wink. Santana laughs and nods before reaching for Brittany's hand as they exit the building, not having a care in the world.
Dinner takes place a few days after during their night off.
And here's Santana, freaking out. She literally cannot believe how fucking nervous she is over one date. Well, to say the least, it's not just a date. It's a date that is three years in the making. It's one of those things that she never thought would come true after having imagined the moment way too much in the past. The excitement and nervousness backfired a little though when Santana feels like a fool for arriving five minutes early to pick up Brittany, so now she doesn't know what to freaking do except fix her damn tight black dress for the third time while waiting for the dancer to finish fixing herself up.
Brittany's feeling the exact same way too. The girl of her dreams is waiting on her couch while she puts the finishing touches of her make up. This is the moment that dreams are made of. An absolute dream come true. She's probably thought about this date a hundred times before and never in a million years did she think that it will become a reality. The blonde fixes her white dress, straightens her hair down again then checks herself one last time before coming out of her bedroom.
Santana immediately stands up when she sees Brittany exiting her room looking pretty fucking amazing. Seriously. She cannot put into words how beautiful the girl is. She can't even speak because she's so speechless right now.
"You look beautiful, San." Brittany says, grinning from ear to ear.
"I-I-" Santana clears her throat. "I could say the same for you."
They grab this moment to just take the other's presence in. Staring into each other's eyes and smiling like their lives depending on it.
"Ready to go?" Brittany states and motions for Santana to lead the way.
After an ample amount of time, the limousine pulls over to a familiar place.
"Is that-" Brittany points to the restaurant when the car stops.
"Breadstix." Santana states with a smirk and motions for Brittany to get out of the car.
"Oh my god. This place hasn't changed at all!" Brittany exclaims upon taking a seat on a booth given to them while a delighted Santana looks at her.
"Yeah. This booth is exactly the same one we had back then."
"No way!"
"Yeah, I pulled some strings when I found out someone had this table reserved."
"San, do I even want to know what you did?" Brittany raises an eyebrow.
"Not really." The brunette winks at her before they pick up their menus and order.
The food was brought over in a little while as they chatted on about random things and try to get to know each other over the smallest of stuff while eating their food. Santana discovers that Brittany's pretty loaded but she really isn't all that surprised about it because the way the dancer acts and moves with grace is enough indication. She also discovered that the dancer graduated from Juilliard, comes from Nantucket, loves sweets, is deathly serious about her obsession with various Netflix series, and just plain awesome in every way.
Brittany, on the other hand, is laughing her heart out upon learning a little more of Santana. The blonde discovers that Santana thought of pursuing a career in law once upon a time, is an only child, was a bouncer in a lesbian beer garden, seriously obsessed with cooking shows, and this is something she will never admit in public, but she loves the Spice Girls.
"What? That is something you shouldn't be ashamed of, San! I love the Spice Girls too! I had the movie on repeat for twenty-four hours when I was kid."
"Sshh! Other people might hear you, Britt!" Santana smirks.
"Oh! Did you know that dolphins are just gay sharks?" Brittany remarks and the singer looks at her dumbfounded, not really sure what to say. After a few seconds, they blow up in laughter.
The brunette tries to hold it together first before speaking again. "Really? How-"
"Excuse me," Santana and Brittany instantly look at the woman curiously. "Santana Lopez?" She adds.
Santana's eyebrows shoots up and does a quick glance at Brittany who nods and is smiling shyly back at her. Dammit, she thought. This is the last thing that she wanted to happen.
"U-Uh.. Yeah. Hi, what can I do for you?" She comments then bites her lip.
"Oh gosh, I am such a big fan!" The woman excitedly declares.
"O-Oh. Thank you so much."
To Santana's disappointment, the woman's friends excitedly approaches their table and bombards her with questions and praises while taking several pictures of her with them. She takes a deep breath, feeling a bit uneasy at the commotion these women are causing in front of her date. She does a side glance at Brittany who's pushing the food on her plate, clearly uncomfortable in her position.
Santana sighs and flashes a forced smile. "Ladies, I'm sorry to cut your excitement short but my date and I have to go now."
Brittany looks up at her while the women frown upon her words. "Oh no!' Some of them exclaim in unison.
"Yeah, really sorry. But it's nice running into all of you." Santana awkwardly tells them. She gets a handful of bills from her purse and put it on the table while motioning at a surprised Brittany to get the hell out of the place.
She grabs Brittany's hand and leads her quickly out of the restaurant. Thankfully, the limo is waiting just outside Breadstix. Santana breathes a sigh of relief as soon as they get inside the car where they settle in an uncomfortable silence while sneaking glances at one another for a moment.
"L-Look, Britt. I'm sorry for what happened back there-"
"San, you don't have to apologize. You're a celebrity, it's normal for that to happen."
The singer looks down and purses her lips. This is just so fucking great, she thinks. Their first actual date was going splendidly well before those women showed up! They were laughing and actually having a darn good time before they had to show up and ruin it. Argh! Out of all the times those fans had to interrupt her, it had to be a while ago. She's convinced now more than ever that everything's just too good to be true. Damn cliché. Seriously, she shouldn't have hoped too much like this and now-
"Santana, would you like to do it again?" Brittany asks her innocently. The brunette turns her head immediately to face her date and looks at her curiously.
"You mean-"
"Yeah, let's do it all over again. I am still kind of hungry, actually." The blonde quips with one of the most beautiful smiles Santana has ever seen and it feels as if everything's good again.
"I'd like that, Britt." She replies, returning the smile.
"On one condition though." Brittany quips. Santana's ears perk up as she waits for the girl to continue. "Lemme pay for this one, okay? Choose wherever it is that you want and I got it."
Santana grins widely and nods. "Sure. But I don't want anything fancy though. I'm kinda craving for hotdogs."
"But we just had one the other day. Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I do this a lot. Eat the same thing for the rest of the week. Is that weird?"
Brittany chuckles. "Nah, I think it's absolutely cute." Santana blushes, barely able to look at Brittany.
"How about we walk from here, San? Gray's Papaya is just around the corner."
"Yeah, why not?" Santana replies as she asks for the driver to pull over.
It's one of those things you can't really explain. When after a really bad day, one single moment just turns the whole thing around and suddenly, you feel like on cloud nine. This is one of those things.
Because when Brittany reaches for Santana's hand, they're almost barely able to hold it together. They walk the rest of the way in silence, just glancing at each other every now and then as they savor the moment, hand-in-hand.
Suddenly, everything's right in the world again.
I think we need a little trouble in paradise next chapter. Maybe someone getting jelly? ;)
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