I am sooooooooooooooo sorry about how long this has taken me. I have been swamped with school, (who knew senior year would be so much work?) and I have had most of my writing focus on this other story. This is also their first date so I wanted to make it as good as I could.
The waitress took the menus from Brittany and Santana and then walked away. Santana took a sip of her water and then looked at Brittany. Brittany was staring at Santana, trying to figure out what to say.
"Mr. Schue gave us back our Spanish tests; I am guessing you got an A."
Santana nodded and took another sip of water. "How did you do?"
"I got a B."
"Wow Britt, that's really good."
"I couldn't have done it without you San." Santana glanced down at her place setting as pink flashed on her face.
Santana took another sip of water and then cleared her throat. "Do you miss being a cheerio?"
"Yeah, but there was way too much drama that came with it, besides getting slushied, I have had no drama today."
"Well, I guess that is good. You seem happier."
"I definitely am, I don't have Quinn on my ass anymore, and I am on a date with you. What more could I ask for?" Santana didn't say anything, unsure of what a good response would be. "You know, you know a lot more about me, than I know about you. Why don't you tell me something that I don't know about you?"
Santana thought for a moment, she didn't really like talking about her personal life, not like she has much of one. "I have a brother."
"You do?" Brittany asked surprised, she had mentioned her eight year old sister, Emily, a couple of times. But Brittany always went to Santana's house for tutoring; she figured she would have seen her brother at some point.
"Yeah, Rico, he is four years older than me, so he doesn't live with us."
"Is he in college or something?"
Santana nodded. "He is at John's Hopkins; he wants to become a surgeon."
"What is with you Lopez's and being doctors?" Brittany asked and they both laughed a little.
"Both of my dad's parents were doctors too."
"Damn, impressive. Why haven't you mentioned your brother before?"
"We aren't that close." Santana shrugged. "I mean, I only see him a couple of times a year."
"When was the last time you saw him?"
"He came for a night last Friday. Now that we live closer to school, he said he may come more often."
"That's cool." Brittany took a sip of water. "Is that why you gave me the night off, because your brother was there?"
"Maybe a little, but mostly just cause you had been working so hard and doing so well, I thought you should have a Friday night that didn't involve Spanish."
"I went out with Mike for the first time in months that night."
"Tina told me about what you are doing for them that is really sweet."
"Thanks. Of course, I don't feel great about what I was doing?"
"Did you use the cover for Finn?"
"Well yeah, but I also used it for hooking up in general. My parents are kinda protective of me, and so they don't really like it when I go out with a lot of people."
"What do they think you are doing now?"
"They think I am out to dinner with you."
"You told them?"
"Yeah, I mean I didn't want them to know about my hook ups or all of my single dates with people. But I am hoping that this isn't our only date, so I don't mind them knowing."
"They don't mind that you like girls?"
"No, they are pretty laid back about that sort of stuff."
"That's cool."
"What about your parents?"
"I have no idea. I mean we don't really talk about stuff like that. Rico sort of knows."
"He knows you like girls?"
"He knows I like you."
But before Brittany could respond, the waitress was bringing their food over and placing it down in front of them. They smiled at the waitress and Santana began to eat her ravioli.
Brittany slowly began to twirl the fettuccini on her fork, but she was watching Santana. "You mentioned me to him?"
Santana finished chewing. "Well he brought you up. My mom had mentioned that you had been coming over for tutoring. He did get me to admit that I liked you though."
Brittany smiled. "Mike got me to admit that I liked you too that night."
"How long have you liked me?" Santana asked a little curiously.
"Probably since your first day at McKinley. Quinn pointed you out and then I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
"You couldn't?"
"Nope. You know I had all this whole plan of paying attention in Spanish, so I could get better. But then you sat in front of me. I have barely been able to focus in class since then." Santana blushed a little and looked down at her food, no one has ever talked like this to her before. "What is it?" Brittany asked, not seeing the Latina blush.
Santana didn't look up. "It's just…" She started but couldn't think of what else to say.
"You can tell me anything." Brittany said and took Santana's hand in hers.
Santana looked at their hands. "It's just no one has ever said anything like that to me before."
"I don't know why? You are smart, really nice, caring, you are beautiful. I have never seen anyone as pretty as you." Brittany ducked her head down and caught Santana's eyes with her own. "I am serious, you are incredible. You are unlike any other person I have ever met."
Santana tried to think of what to say. "Thanks." Was all she could think of to say in response. But she smiled and an even bigger smile formed on Brittany's lips. "I've never met anyone else like you either." Santana said and this time managed not to blush.
A little reluctantly they both let go of each other's hands so that they could continue to eat. "So how are you able to focus when I tutor you?"
Brittany put down her fork and thought for a moment. "I have no idea? But you are an amazing teacher."
"Well you are also used to Mr. Schue teaching you Spanish." They both laughed.
"Yeah. He doesn't really know Spanish, does he?"
"No, not really." Santana said, shaking her head. "But you know soon enough, you will probably know more than he does."
"I don't know about that."
"You are doing really well. And if you keep it up, I am sure you will be amazing at it in no time."
"I'm not that fast of a learner."
"Yes you are, Britt. You need to give yourself more credit, you are really smart."
It was Brittany's turn to duck her head as she blushed. "You think I'm smart?"
"I do. You may not necessarily be really book smart, but you are great at thinking on your feet, you have great street smarts. You are just good at different things than what most people think you need to be good at to be smart. But I think you are smart."
Brittany smiled and looked up, her blue eyes meeting Santana's brown. "Thanks. People don't usually use the term 'smart' to describe me."
"Well they should start."
"Just like how they should start calling you beautiful." Santana smiled and then looked back down at her pasta. They began to eat in silence, not an uncomfortable, awkward silence where they had no idea what to say. The silence was comfortable, they didn't feel the need to talk, they were just enjoying each other's company.
The waitress cleared their plates and put the check down on the table. Santana began to pull out her wallet. "Don't even think about it." Brittany said. Santana looked at her as Brittany pulled her credit card out and looked at the receipt.
"Thank you." Santana said as the waitress took away the bill.
"Don't worry about it. I asked you out, I should treat you."
"Well thanks again."
The waitress but the bill back down on the table and Brittany grabbed her copy of the receipt and then stood up. They walked to Brittany's car and got in.
When they got to Santana's house, Brittany pulled over to the curb and Santana began to take her seat belt off. "Hold on." Brittany said and Santana looked over at her. "I'm going to walk you to the door." She put the car in park and then got out of the car and walked around the car to open the door for Santana.
Brittany took Santana's hand in hers and then they walked up the steps of the hill, towards the front door. "I had a great time." Santana said once they got to the door.
"Me too, I would love to do this again."
"I would too." They starred into each other's eyes for a moment before leaning into each other, attaching their lips.
After a moment, they pulled away, both smiling. "I will see you tomorrow, goodnight Santana."
"Goodnight Brittany." Santana said and then walked through the door and into her house.
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