Here is the much anticipated date night chapter. I hope you all like it. Enjoy.

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Chapter 18: The Big Date

I am beyond excited to get done with work tonight. I can't wait. Santana said she was going to come here and 'pick me up'. I still have no idea what we are doing or where we are going. I texted her and asked what we were doing and if I should dress up but all she said was to wear 'whatever' and that she would take care of the rest.

It's five minutes to eight and the door bell chimes. I look over and there she is. And damn. I think Santana is beautiful but tonight she looks smoking hot. Wearing tight black leather pants and a rather revealing loose, low hanging red shirt. She pushes her sunglasses up on the top of her head and my knees wobble a little as she approaches me.

"Catching flies?" She says with a smirk.

"Wha?"

"Close your mouth B. I know I'm smoking. No need to gawk." She looks down the length of her own body. My eyes follows the same path that hers make.

"Yeah." I gulp and meet her eyes again.

"You almost ready?"

I look over at the clock. "I have a few minutes left."

"But- you like own this place." She wave her hand around in the air gesturing to the room. "Can't you just skip out a few minutes early."

"Santana, that's not right of me."

She sighs. "I know. I just want to get this whole date night started already. I've been sitting at home all day just thinking about it. I think I might have driven myself a little crazy. I spent like two whole hours trying to decide what to wear."

I laugh. "That's cute."

"No, it's not cute. It's embarrassing. I've never put that much thought into what I was going to wear- for anything- ever before."

"Well, I still think it's cute. And, might I say, you do look stunning in what you are wearing."

"Thank you. I would say the same for you but-" Santana wiggles her finger at what I am wearing.

"Hey, these are my work clothes." I yelp. "I thought I would change before we go out."

"Yeah. Yeah. Don't have a hissy fit." She giggles. "I'll let you change. Although, it doesn't really matter what you are wearing. I'm not here for the outfit you have on. I'm here for you." A blush graces her cheeks and she ducks her head.

God, she just so awesome. A little sweet and a little spicy all at the same time. I giggle at my own thoughts. I make her sound like some sort of delicious food.

"What?" She asks interrupting my thoughts. "What's so funny?"

I smile big at her. "Nothing. I'm going to punch out now." I point at her and raise my eyebrows. "Don't go anywhere."

"Wouldn't dream of it." She reply.

I love her.

"So, where are we going?" I ask once we get in Santana's car and she starts out of the parking lot.

"I'm not telling you. It's a surprise." She turns and winks at me.

"Totally not fair." I huff and cross my arms over my chest and pout like a little kid.

"What isn't?"

"You." I huff again. Playing fake mad at her.

She doesn't say anything else. Just keeps driving, her head held high and proud.

We pull up outside a building. "We're going here?"

"Yup." She nods.

"No fucking way." I turn in my seat to face Santana. She is smiling at me like she just beat me at a game of chess. Smug.

"Yes fucking way." She mimics back.

"Santana, I've never been here but I've always wanted to go." I tell her excitedly.

"Well, you are in luck Ms. Pierce, cuz I have been here a few times. And if you would accompany me I will show you what this place is all about."

"Sweet." I say and jump out of the car and run around to Santana's side. She is getting out of the car when I reach her and I wrap my arm under and around hers.

We go to the front and enter the jazz club. The lights are low and from initial appearance it just looks like any bar one might enter on a Saturday night. People are milling about everywhere. The bar is mostly full, only a few empty barstools remain.

A hostess greets us in the entrance. "For two?" She asks.

Santana nods. "Yeah."

"Bar or dining?" The hostess follows up with.

"Dining, please." Santana replies.

"Follow me, ladies." The hostess turns and waves over her shoulder for us to follow her.

I let go of Santana's arm and she follows behind the hostess and I follow behind her. Single file. We enter the dining area to the right of the bar. The booths are full of couples out on dates and friends out enjoying their Saturday night.

A stage is set up at the back wall of the club. Sort of between the bar and the dining area. It's so cool. There is a little dance floor in front of the stage and dining tables surrounding it.

The hostess stops and gestures to a booth and Santana slides in one side and slide in the other.

"Here are menu, if you would like something to eat. Your waiter for the evening will be Johnny. He should be by in a few minutes to take your drink order." She nods.

"Thanks." Santana and I say at the same time.

I look over my menu. "I know what I am going to have." Santana says from across the table. I lower the menu and raise an eyebrow waiting for her to tell me. There is a long pause before she says anything else. I think she is just doing it for dramatic effect. "Ssss-teak." She finally says with wide brown eyes and a big excited smile. "They have one of the best steaks that I've ever had in my entire life."

"Well. That's good for you, I guess." I lift the menu back up to study it. But, I don't get the chance to read any of the menu items before it is pulled back down by Santana.

"What's that suppose to mean?" She says in offense.

"It just means that I don't know what I want to eat. And seeing as I've never been here before it might take a little longer than five seconds for me to choose." I smile at her to show that I am just messing.

She smiles back once she figures it out. "Okay." Santana finally mumbles. I'm about to go back to my own menu but don't get the chance as a man appears at the side of our booth.

"Good evening, ladies. My name is Johnny and I will be your waiter tonight." A young, good looking man with little brown hair and an enthusiastic smile, maybe in his early twenties says as he stops at the end of our table. "What can I get you lovely ladies to drink this evening?"

"Just water for me." I smile over at him.

I look over to Santana and wait for her to order. She looks at me nervously and then to Johnny. "Water too, please." I have a sneaking suspicious that she really didn't want to order water.

"Okay, I will be right back with those. Will you be ordering dinner tonight?"

"Yes." Santana confirms.

"Okay, great. Be right back." He smiles wide and then leaves.

I lean over the table so that I am closer to Santana. "Ya know, you didn't have to get water too. You can have whatever you want. Just because I don't drink alcohol doesn't mean that you don't have to either." I tell her in a quiet voice.

"No. No, it's okay. I'll admit that water wasn't my first choice but-" Out of the corner of my eye I see her right hand come out from under the table. Santana lifts it up and puts it on top of my own on the tabletop. "-I really want to remember our first date." The corner of her lips lift at the end of her sentence.

I want to do nothing more than to lean across the table and kiss her silly.

"Okay." I breath out.

Johnny returns with our drinks and breaks the stare that Santana and I have found ourselves caught in.

"You can totally tell me off and pardon me for being so forward but are you two on a date?" He asks as he sets our waters down on the little coasters on the table.

"Our first date." I tell him with the biggest smile, my eyes roam slowly from Santana to Johnny.

"Awesome. In my own personal opinion, from initial appearances and what I've seen in a short few minutes, you guys make a super cute couple. Adorable perhaps. I'd totally ship you two."

I can feel my face get redder the more he talks. It should be weird and creepy and probably offensive but it's not. I think it's just the kind of guy that Johnny is. Just the way he speaks and the words he uses, he makes you feel comfortable and welcomed, and like you could be friends with him.

"So, what can I do for you ladies on this special night?"

"Steak." Santana blurts. It's odd. It's like she is possessed or in a trance. Probably Johnny's words that did it.

I laugh. "Okay." Johnny says and writes it down in his little notepad. He looks over at me quickly and winks. "How would you like it done, miss?" He says to Santana, turning his attention back towards her.

"Well done, please. None of that pink shit for me." She seems back to her normal self. Johnny seems to have thrown her off for a few seconds.

"And for you?" He asks and turns to me.

"I'm in a pasta kind of mood. But, I don't want anything fancy, so I'll just have spaghetti and meatballs."

"Very well. I will let you get back to your date and bring your food out as soon as it's ready."

"Thanks Johnny." I smile over at him again. He nods and turns away from the table. "I like that guy. Very nice and he seemed genuine with what his side about-" I trail off and point between Santana and myself.

"Yeah. That was a little strange but he's alright, I guess." She shrugs.

I flip my hand that is underneath hers so that I can hold Santana's hand properly. She looks down at our clasped hands and then up at me. I smile takes over her face and in turn, I smile.

"This is nice." I whisper.

"It is." I say equally as quiet.

On the stage a band starts setting up. I bounce a little in my sit. I'm super excited to listen to some, I assume, good jazz music while we eat our dinner. It's not until right now, as I think about it, that this is actually a rather romantic date. Dinner and jazz music in a darkly light club. I look around and see that most of the other table are in some sort of similar setting that Santana and I are. Couples. On dates. Probably not first dates but dates nonetheless.

"Wow." I say without thinking.

"What?" Santana questions.

"This is- is- a really romantic date, Santana."

She ducks her head and tries to pull her hand out of mine but I hold tight to it. "It's too much, isn't it?"

"No. It's not." I can't see the blush that brightens her cheeks because of the low lighting but I know it's there. "Hey. Look at me."

Santana looks up and I give her a warm smile, silently telling her it's okay. "This is the best date I've ever been on and it's barely started. Thank you for bringing me here. I'm loving it."

"Yeah?" She asks unsure.

"Yes. Absolutely." I squeeze her hand to reassure her.

She smiles at that.

As if on cue, the band starts playing quietly in the background.

The band plays a few songs. And then they announce that the singer for the evening will start at nine o'clock.

Santana and I are alternating between glancing at each other and watching the band play and looking around the dinning area while we wait for our food.

"Brittany." It's not Santana's voice that calls my name. I snap my head to the side where I heard my name called from.

"What are you doing here?" It's the first thing out of my mouth.

He shrugs. He looks between Santana and myself. He eyes our intertwined hands before his eyes land back on me. "I could ask you the same thing but I am singing here tonight." He thumbs behind himself to where the band is on the stage.

"Oh." I feel like that's probably something that I should know about him.

"Yeah. So? What's this? A date?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

I look to Santana but she has her head ducked again. She nods slightly but doesn't say anything out loud.

"Yes. As a matter of fact it is." I confirm.

He looks between the two of us again. His eyes narrow on Santana before glances back to me when she still has her head ducked.

He smiles that little devil smile of his. "Well, then." He pauses for what seems like minutes but is actually only seconds. "Congratulations, I guess."

Santana looks up when he says that. "And the best of luck with your relationship." He looks to Santana now. "If anyone can tame Santana Lopez it would be you Brittany."

I see Santana's eyes widen and she grips my hand harder. She then narrows her eyes at him. I can see what is going to happen before it does. That she is going to go off on him. Bash him over the head with my her cast or spew some nasty words for offending her.

I cut it off though. "Santana." I say in a calm, low, gently voice. Her eyes swing from him to me and I squeeze her hand in mine. Her shoulders sag and I know that I've just disengaged her from any sort of fight with him.

He laughs breathlessly. "My point exactly." He smirks. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, ladies." He turns to go over to the stage.

"Thanks Jesse." I say after him. I see him nod and wave a hand in the air acknowledging that he heard me.

"I don't like that guy." Santana mumbles.

"I know, sweetie."

Her eyes widen but than go back to their normal size and she smiles soft and gentle. All because I called her sweetie. I'll have to use that one again if I get to see that bashful smile of hers every time.

It's only a few more minutes before our meals come.

"Here you ladies are. Enjoy." Johnny says and sets our plates down.

"I can't believe you got spaghetti and meatballs." Santana says as she eyes my plate.

"Why? I love spaghetti and meatballs. If you haven't figured it out yet I am a simple person. I love spaghetti and meatballs so that's what I got."

"Okay, Britt." She chuckles.

"Your steak looks really good."

"I told you." She jokes.

"I know. I guess I had to see it for myself."

Santana looks down at the steak and licks her lips. She looks back up at me and bites her lower lip. "Do you wanna try some?" She asks.

"Sure." I shrug.

"Okay." She says as she cuts a piece off and stabs it with your fork. She looks back up from her steak to me. She holds her fork out in front of her. I lean in a little. She leans in and directs the fork to my lips. I open my mouth and wrap my lips around her fork to pull the piece of meat off.

Santana slowly and carefully pulls the fork back out of my mouth, her eyes never leaving my face, my lips, most likely.

I chew. And it is good, great actually. "Mmmm." I hum. The juices and flavors mix in my mouth and take over my taste buds in the best of ways. I swallow. "It is really good steak." I lick the taste of the steak off my lips.

Santana nods. "Mhm." Her eyes still transfixed on me.

I smile and shake my head lightly. I focus on my dinner. We gotta stop doing this whole food sex thing. Although, it's fucking awesome so why should we stop.

"Do you want some of my spaghetti or meatballs?" I ask and look over at Santana again. She's still looking at me. "Santana?"

"Huh?" She shudders and groans.

I chuckle. "I asked if you wanted some of my meal?"

"Oh. No, that's alright. I'm sure it's good but I don't think that's a-" She trails off, shaking her head.

"Right." I think I know what she is thinking. It's not a good idea. Not with just what happened when I tried her steak. Not in the middle of a restaurant.

We eat our dinner in relative silence. A few comments pass here and there but mostly we just eat and listen to the music and to Jesse signing along to the songs the band is playing.

The band starts into another song and I stand up. Santana looks at me curiously. I hold out my hand for her. "Ms. Lopez, may I have this dance?"

She smiles shy and nods. She gives me her hand and I pull her up out of her seat and onto the tiny dance floor. I wrap my arm up around her shoulder and place my hand in between her shoulder blades. My other hand firmly placed in hers. I pull her close until there is hardly any space between our bodies.

I start swaying to the music. Soft and simple.

There isn't anyone else dancing but I don't care. This is great. The greatest date ever.

I look down into her eyes. They are filled with tears so I pull her closer until our bodies bump against each other. I don't know why there are tears in her eyes but I know that I don't want them to be there. I wrap my arm around her back tighter and hold her closer.

She doesn't resist and rests her head on my shoulder. Her breath tickling my neck. I sway us around the dance floor for another song before tapping against her back with my fingers. She lifts her head off of my shoulder and gives me a sad smile. Maybe it's not sad but it's- something.

I pull back from her and turn back to the table. Leading her by the hand. I throw ten bucks on the table for a tip.

I turn to Santana. "You ready to go?" She gives me a tight-lipped smile. That's all I need.

Johnny passes as on our way out of the restaurant. "Did you enjoy your evening, ladies?" He asks.

I pass with Santana at my side. "We had a great evening, Johnny. Thank you." Santana speaks up. I can hear the tightness in her voice.

"Yes. It was amazing." I agree.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Have a great rest of your night." He smiles and winks. "Maybe I'll see you again."

"Yeah." I say and he is gone in the next second.

"I like that guy." Santana comments from my side.

I smile at her and chuckle a little. She joins in and I tug on her hand and pull her out of the club and into the night.

Santana drives us back to my apartment. She pulls up outside on the street and shut off her car.

I don't want the night to be over yet. I don't want our date to be over yet. It's too perfect to be over so soon. I don't want Santana to go yet.

I watch as she turns a little in her seat. "So?" She draws out.

"Stay the night." I blurt out. Smooth move. Her eyes go wide. "Sorry." I mumble and pinch my lips together with my thumb and index finger.

I chuckles lightly. "Britt." She reaches out with her non-casted hand and pulls my hand away from my lips. She doesn't just drop my hand, though, she holds onto it in my lap.

"I told my mom that I was going on a date tonight."

"Really?" I don't know why it surprises me.

"Yeah. I told her I was going on a date and that I might not be home." She smiles at me or her words or maybe both.

I duck my head. "Did you tell her who the date was with?" I ask quietly.

"No." She mumbles.

I understand. "Okay." She's not ready for that yet. Or maybe her mom isn't ready for that yet. Sometimes things just don't go as fast as I wish they would. It's a slow process sometimes. Whatever this process is exactly, I'm not entirely sure.

She squeezes my hand to get my attention. "Let's go inside." I look up and smile at her and nod.

We get out of the car and Santana follows me into the building and up the stairs to my apartment. I unlock the door and let her in before me. I flick the light switch on and see Santana already taking her shoes off, her back to me.

"Just make yourself at home." I can't help but chuckle.

She spins around and blushes. "Sorry."

"No. Don't be. I want you to feel at home here." I tell her and reach down to take off my own footwear. She nods and continues removing her shoes. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. Whatever you want."

"Santana." I sigh.

She stills. "What?"

I huff out a frustrated breath. "Fine." I chuckle. I walk over to the couch and plop down. I grab the remote and turn the tv on. "We can just watch tv." I start flicking through the channels when Santana comes over and sits down next to me.

"Britt?" It sounds like she wants to ask me something or maybe she wants to tell me something.

I roll my head to the side and look at her. "Hmm." Santana doesn't say anything though. Her eyes just roam my face. She scoots closer and closer and then rests her head on my shoulder. I smile and kiss her forehead. "You okay?" I know that she was upset at the jazz club but that had seemed to pass. I wrap my arm around her and pull her tight to my side.

"I suppose." She mumbles.

"Is there anything I can do?" I have to ask.

"Brittany." She sighs. "You are amazing." She looks up at me through her eyelashes. "You're so great to me. So thoughtful, and generous, and perfect. You know what to do to make me feel better when I don't even know what I need. You always now how to handle me. In every situation. You treat me like a fucking princess." Santana says. "At the jazz club-"

"San-"

"No, let me finish." I nod and let her continue. "We were dancing and it was perfect. It felt too perfect. It scared me. I got scared and overwhelmed and I- you just held me tighter and made it better. I don't know how you do it but you do. Brittany, I don't know how I got so lucky. And it scares me. What if I screw this up? What if I screw us up?"

"You won't." I tell her confidently.

"You can't know that, Britt."

"I do. I won't let you screw this up. It's not possible. I'm here for you in any way that you might ever need me and I won't let anything bad happen. And if by some terrible chance that something bad does happen, we will get through it, together. Okay?"

I look down and see the tears in her eyes again. "It's alright, San. Come here."

I scoot down the couch until I can lay down. Once I am I coax her to lay on top of me. Her head just under my chin with her ear resting against my collarbone. My hands rubbing up and down her back soothingly. Santana's fists grip tight at my shirt.

After a few long minutes Santana grip on my shirt loosens a little and she lifts her head so she can looking up at me. I give her a warm smile. "Hey."

"Hi." She whispers. She scoots up my body until her face is hovering above mine. She grins and slowly leans down.

Her lips brush across mine and she pulls back and our eyes meet again. She conveys what she wants through her eyes and I give her a little nod. She leans in again and connects our lips once more.

One little kiss turns into two little kisses which turns into a full blown make out session. My hands find purchase on her lower back when Santana swipes her tongue out and across my lips.

A moan escape me and when she does it again. I part my lips and Santana slips her tongue into my mouth. And holy crap. I moan again as her tongue twists and turns with mine.

I feel like I have lost control of my own body when my hips instinctively rock upwards into Santana searching for more. In return she slowly and what seems like somewhat hesitantly rolls her hips down into me. I rock up again and we starts a slow back and forth between the two of us. Rocking and rolling into each other in rhythm.

My hands roam up and down her back underneath her shirt. Her smooth caramel skin feels amazing under my fingertips. It makes me want to feel every inch of her skin.

Her hands are tangled in my blonde hair. Scratching against my scalp every now and then.

I pull my lips away from hers and kiss my way across her face. Across her cheek to her ear. I run my tongue along the shell before wrapping my lips around her earlobe and sucking and then tugging on it gently.

Santana moans loud and grinds her hips down into mine. I keep going and place opened mouthed wet kisses down her neck making my way to her collarbone.

"Britt, wait." Santana whines. My lips stop the assault on her neck.

She pulls away from me just enough so that I can see into her eyes. That look is back. The one from before. The one I saw at the club when we were dancing. The one I saw when we got back here and we were lying on the couch. Scared. Worried. Apprehensive. Hesitant.

I am so so sexually charged right now. But Santana. "What's wrong?" I ask and rub my hands gently over her back not in the sexually manner that I was just seconds ago. Calming and comforting.

"I- I want to- but I- we can't. I really want to do things the right way with you. Right and proper. And I don't think that sex after our first date is exactly right and proper." She says.

"I understand." And I do. I really do. As much as I would love to have that experience with Santana I understand that she wants to do this the right way. Even though I don't know her reasoning behind it, I understand it. "How about we just go to bed?" I suggest.

She bites her bottom lip and nods. I tap my fingers on her back and she leans up on her elbows and sits back on her knees in between my legs. The cool air rushes over my body and I shiver. I sit up after a second. Santana is still kneeling there. I wrap my hand lightly around the back of her neck and pull her the few inches closer to me so I can kiss her. I smile the moment before my lips meet hers. I kiss her soft and gentle trying to reassure her that it's okay.

"Ready?" I whisper when I pull away. She gives me a closed mouth smile and nods. "Good. Let's go." I grab her right hand and pull Santana up from the couch with me.

I turn all the lights off as we walk through the apartment with Santana's hand in mine the whole time. I push the bedroom door open all the way and flick the light on in there. Stepping into the room I let go of her hand.

I put my hands on my hips and raise an eyebrow in her direction. "Ya know, I've said this before, but I'll say it again. You really need to bring some clothes over. Especially now that you are my girlfriend because I anticipate lots and lots of sleepovers from now on."

She smiles shy and looks down at the floor. "Yeah?"

"Or- well- you could just not wear any clothes. I'd be alright with that." I suggest.

Her eyes snap up from the floor. "Brittany." She squeals. "You're not helping."

"Sorry." I'm really not. "I'll get you something to wear."

"Thanks." Santana sits down on the edge of the bed as I go for the dresser. I pull out shorts and an old t-shirt of mine from high school. One of those one's with my last name on the back of it. I like the idea of her wearing something with my name on it. So sue me.

"Here ya go. I'm going go to brush my teeth. Be right back." She nods and I slide out of the room to let her change in peace. I brush my teeth and wash my face and change into my own pajamas.

When I get back to my room Santana is changed and curled up contently in my bed. The covers pulled over her all the way up to her chin. She looks absolutely adorable. I lean against the doorframe. "You tired?"

"Yeah." She says around a yawn. I guess she really is tired. I'm not sure how she can go from making out and basically dry humping to half-asleep in my bed in a matter of minutes. But, whatever, I can't complain. Both are great.

I push off of the doorframe and cross the room in a few steps. I pull the blankets back just enough so that I can sneak in beneath them.

Santana is lying on her side facing me. Her big brown eyes are searching my face. I do the same in return. Just lying there and looking at her. Her eyes, her nose, her mouth, her cheeks, her forehead, her hair. All of it. Taking it all in. The more I look at her the more beautiful she becomes.

"Santana." I whisper.

"Hmm."

I reach out with my left hand and tuck her hair behind her ear. "You're beautiful." She closes her eyes and ducks her chin to her chest. "It's true."

"Brittany." She sighs.

I tilt her chin up with a finger. She opens her eyes again. I smile and coax a smile out of her when I lay my hand on her cheek. I rub my thumb under her eye across her cheekbone. I lean into her and peck her on the lips, quick. I sighs again.

I lean back and her eyes are closed again.

"Roll over on your other side." I instruct. She does and I reach behind me to turn off the lamp on the night table.

The room is blanketed in darkness and a scoot up behind her until my front of flush with her back. I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her tight to my body. I feel her move her hand until it overlaps my own. It's hard for her to hold my hand with her cast but somehow she manages to. She pulls our joined hands up to her chest and holds them there.

I take in a deep breath. This feels so good. To just be lying here with Santana in my arms. It's seriously one of the most amazing feelings I've ever experienced.

I nuzzle my face into her hair and the back of her neck. I place a kiss there. "Goodnight, San."

She squeezes my fingers in her hand a little. "G'night, Britt." She mumbles.

I can tell that she is halfway to la la land already. I wrap her up and tuck her as close to my body as possible. A few minutes pass and I can feel my consciousness slipping away. I'm almost positive that Santana is already asleep as I start to drift off.

"I love you, Santana." I whisper before sleep takes me completely.

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