A/N: So originally this chapter and chapter 7 were supposed to be all one chapter, but then this one started getting longer than I wanted it to be, and I thought about splitting it in two…but then I realized that if I did that, I would have to put another flashback chapter between them, and then the flashback chapter just started writing itself and I was like "Whoa, this is a thing that needs to happen." And THIS IS WHY I AM IN DESPERATE NEED OF A DAMN BETA.

Also, trying to figure out the limitations of Brittany is really annoying sometimes. I decided that she can drive, but Santana is one of the only people willing to get into the car with her behind the wheel. She's also really terrible at parking and anything involving reverse. I also decided that with the help of autocorrect, she can text properly spelled words, but she doesn't use punctuation of any kind.

Over the next week or so, Brittany and Santana went on several more dates. They traded off with who got to plan the date, and who picked who up, and who paid, and it was going better than any relationship Santana had ever been in before, even with Brittany. They hadn't progressed past kissing, but she supposed Brittany would let her know when she'd earned a further base.

Since their first date, they hadn't run into anyone else they knew, and as far as Santana knew neither Kurt nor Blaine had told anyone they'd doubled, which meant that no one outside the four of them knew that she and Brittany were dating.

Overall, the biggest difference in their relationship this time around was that they were talking constantly. Before they would talk about Cheerios, and Glee, and whatever boys they were publicly dating or privately hooking up with, but now? Now they talked about each other, to each other. They talked about how they felt about the relationship overall and about specific dates. They talked about what they liked, and what they didn't like. They talked about what they wanted, what they needed. It was weird, and it was occasionally uncomfortable for Santana, but it was better than any alternative she could imagine.

It took her awhile to admit it to herself, but it was better than the friends-with-benefits relationship they had before.

Santana hated it when Brittany was right.

Well, she hated it when Brittany was right and she was wrong.

Santana loved when Brittany was right and other people were wrong. It was pretty much one of her favorite things in the world.

Another thing that Santana hated was when Brittany was being secretive. She hadn't been this secretive since she was planning the surprise double date. Santana knew even less about her date tonight than she did about their first date. For tonight, Brittany was the one driving, Brittany was the one paying, and Brittany was the one sending cryptic text messages. "Dress nice but still casual" OK, what does that mean? A nice top with jeans? A sundress? A sundress with sneakers? Before Santana had a chance to reply, a second text came. "No dresses no skirts no heels" Santana briefly considered wearing her Cheerio uniform just to punish Brittany for being so annoyingly vague, but she ended up going with a short-sleeved blouse, faded cut-offs, and flip-flops. When Brittany came to pick her up, she was wearing a sleeveless shirt with jeans and sandals, so she figured she'd done alright.

"So are you going to tell me what we're doing tonight? What's with the dress code?"

"Nope, you're just going to have to see."

Santana let her frustration show through just a little bit too much.

"What's wrong? Don't you trust me?"

"Of course, I trust you, Britt, I just don't like surprises."

"My last surprise turned out alright in the end, didn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess I did. I just don't like being in the dark."

"Oh, you're not afraid of the dark, are you? It might be kinda dark where we're going tonight."

"Not literal dark, Britt, I don't like not knowing what's going on. I'm not afraid of the dark."

"OK, good. We should get going then. We don't want to be late."

Santana's mind was racing as she got into Brittany's car. It's going to be dark, and we have to be on time. Dear God, what has this girl gotten me into?

After Brittany started the car, her bra strap fell off of her shoulder. The strap was lime green. Santana recognized that bra. It was green and white leopard print. It also clasped in the front. That should have been exciting, but it only served to terrify Santana even more. Just what exactly was she going to have to do to earn that bra?

After five minutes of driving, Santana noticed that Brittany had a blanket and a tote bag in the back of her car. It looked vaguely like picnic supplies, but why were they having a picnic at night? And what was wrong with the park just down the street from her house?

After ten minutes of driving, Santana realized it seemed like they were on their way to a nearby town that was slightly larger, and therefore slightly less ultra-conservative than Lima. It also had a nicer selection of restaurants. Hopefully that was why they were going there.

After 15 minutes of driving, Santana saw a small sign posted on the side of the road, and she would've sworn that her heart stopped.

"Brittany?"

"Yes, Santana?"

"That sign back there. That's not where we're going tonight, is it? Please tell me we're not going to the park."

Brittany frowned, "I'm not supposed to lie. Lying is bad."

"Shit."

7 PM IN HARDING PARK

ONE NIGHT ONLY

$5 ADMISSION

LGBT FILM FESTIVAL

A/N:Weekend! Happy Days are here again!

Things that delayed the posting of this chapter:

-Having to actually open a textbook & read it for a class

-Having to actually go to the classes I was reading for

-Running up and down all of the stairs in a stadium. Twice.

-Going to work

-Playing Quidditch with the Giant Squid in during a lightening storm.

-Happy Hour!

-Reading other people's fic

-My ridiculous need to have the next 4 chapters complete before this one goes up. (The good news is, this means this whole set is already written, and I'm moving onto the next First!)