Brittany and Santana had set up a system where Santana would help Brittany with her lit homework over Skype. They could read the assignment together as they took notes and everything. It was very cool. Technology makes life so much easier. Brittany logged onto Skype waiting for Santana. After a half hour, Brittany decided to text Santana.
9:11pm – Hey Skype for lit hw? – Brittany
9:13pm – Not tonight, I have some other stuff I have to do. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow. – Santana
Brittany didn't understand, even when Santana had lots of homework, she still got on Skype with her. Brittany couldn't help but think that Santana was avoiding her. It's probably because of what happened today. She said that she likes me, but what if she changed her mind?
Worry crept across Brittany's features as she closed her phone and placed it on her desk. The last thing that Brittany wanted was for Santana to ignore her completely after the little cafeteria confrontation. She just sighed and decided that she should get started on her homework alone.
Santana sat in her room with her guitar in hand. This is what she always did. When Santana had feelings - angry, sad, confused, happy, excited - whatever they may be, she plays her guitar while she tries to figure things out. She lied to Brittany and told her that she had a lot of work to get done. It wasn't a complete lie, Santana did have a lot of work to get done, it just wasn't school work, it was work on herself. Santana needed to figure everything out in her head before she got to school tomorrow so that she can have some idea of how to approach the situation when she talks to Brittany tomorrow.
She didn't know how long she had sat there playing her guitar, but her hands were starting to hurt and she still hadn't really figured things out. Santana is one of those people who likes to be in control of a situation, one of those people who always has an answer, and right now she couldn't come up with anything and it was really getting her down.
Then, the song "Everything's Magic" by Angels and Airwaves came on her IPod. She absentmindedly played along with the song, before she realized that the words really hit home:
And do you ever feel like you're alone?
And do you ever wish you'd be unknown?
I can say that I have…
I can say that I have…
And do you ever feel things here aren't right?
And do you ever feel the time slip by?
And I can say that I have...
And I can say that I have...
How true that is. Santana laughed at the thought. She had felt so alone before she met Brittany. She never knew that there were other people who were on autopilot, just going through the motions of a life they never planned for themselves.
So hear this please
And watch as your heart speeds up endlessly
And look for the stars as the sun goes down
Each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
Everything, everything's magic
Just sit back and hold on, but hold on tight
Prepare for the best and the fastest ride
And reach out your hand, and I'll make you mine
Everything, everything's magic
Brittany is like magic. Her smile is like magic, her laugh, her eyes... Maybe if we give this a try it will be okay. No. It can't be. We'll both just end up getting hurt. I really like her, but clearly bad things can happen if we're together as evident by today's cafeteria fall brawl. Santana wanted to be with Brittany, but she wasn't selfish enough to just jump into a relationship. She knew that Brittany could get hurt and she didn't' want to let Brittany down. She wants Brittany to be happy.
And do you ever lay awake at night?
And do you ever tell yourself don't try?
Don't try to let yourself down
Don't try to let yourself down
And do you ever see yourself in love?
And do you ever take a chance, my love?
Because you know that I will..
Because you know that I will..
You know what? Tom DeLonge is right! I have to just take a chance. It might end badly, but that's true about everything. If I don't take a chance, I'll never know…and I have to know. Santana knew now that she had to forget her fears and just go through with this. It's terrifying, for sure. Of course it is, this sort of thing is never easy, but she'll make it easy if in the end she'll make Brittany happy.
So hear this please
And watch as your heart speeds up endlessly
And look for the stars as the sun goes down
Each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
Everything, everything's magic
Just sit back and hold on, but hold on tight
Prepare for the best and the fastest ride
And reach out your hand, and I'll make you mine
Everything, everything's magic
If Brittany still feels the same way and wants to try to make this work too, then it'll work. I know it will. At least, that's what Santana had to believe. She had to believe that no matter what, there would be a positive ending for the two; otherwise, she'd never be able to get the courage to really consider being in a relationship with Brittany after everything that happened already.
Santana took in a deep breath and sighed, content that she had, at least remotely, figured out the situation in her head. She then placed her blue, six string best friend on a guitar stand and decided to call it a night.
5:00am – Can you meet me at the school early today? – Brittany
5:03am – Sure, when? – Santana
5:04am – 6:30? I'll bring coffee :) – Brittany
5:07am – Awesome, I'll be there. Meet at my locker? – Santana
5:08am – See you then :) – Brittany
This girl is going to be the death of me. It's only 5 in the morning. If anyone else woke me up this early, I'd have their head. Santana rolled out of bed to take a shower. She figured that she might as well get up now because it's going to take her a lot longer to get ready this early in the morning.
Brittany paced about her room, staring at the lightly painted blue walls. She just needed to wait a while before leaving for the school. She needed to make sure that Santana wasn't avoiding her or having second thoughts. Brittany couldn't even think about it, thinking about Santana was driving her crazy. She had an irrational amount of anxiety over this whole situation. She didn't know why a crush that's she's had for this short of a time was making her this crazy.
Not able to take the silence of her own house, Brittany leaves too early, getting into her car and putting on some music; anything to get her mind off of all the bad things running through her brain about Santana not wanting to be with her anymore. No one changes their minds that quickly, right?
Brittany pulled out of her driveway to just drive around for a while, listening to music, and ignoring her brain until she got the coffee she promised Santana and went to the school.
When Santana pulled up to the school, she could see Brittany's car in the parking lot. She noticed that Brittany was still in her car, so instead of going up to the school, Santana trotted over to Brittany's car and knocked on the window. She startled Brittany a little, but, of course, Brittany let her in.
"Hey Santana, here's your coffee," Brittany handed Santana her drink with a smile.
Santana gladly took it, she felt like a zombie. She didn't really get any sleep last night, "Mmm, Café Mocha, my favorite… Wait, you know my coffee order?"
"I told you, I like you, and you're my best friend. Of course I know your coffee order," Brittany nudged Santana in the arm as if it were obvious.
Santana smiled, taking another sip of the drink, "Thanks Brittany."
The conversation got off to a normal start, but both teens braced themselves for what was about to go down.
"So, I don't know how to make this not sound accusatory," Brittany started.
Wow, accusatory, nice vocab. Every moment of the day, even during situations like these, Santana found herself proud of Brittany and everything that she has accomplished. Oh, wait a second, that doesn't sound good.
"Why did you avoid me last night?" Brittany's eyes filled with sorrow as she looked at down at her coffee cup.
"I wasn't avoiding you," Santana defended herself.
"Yes you were. You didn't Skype with me and gave me a totally lame excuse. You can be honest with me if you're second guessing," Brittany continued to look at her coffee cup like if she starred at it long enough, it would do a trick.
Santana was desperately trying to read Brittany, but she knew that Brittany was right, "Look, I didn't mean to avoid you. I just needed some time to think about things, alone. I'm sorry. But, I'm not second guessing what I said yesterday. I want to be with you. I want to be able to walk down the hall holding your hand, and being able to call you my girlfriend."
"I like the sound of that, girlfriend…" Brittany continued to say 'girlfriend' in a variety of accents and tones. Santana's personal favorite was Brittany's impression of Dory the fish from 'Finding Nemo' speaking in whale. Santana knew that she made the right decision, giving this a try.
The two sat in Brittany's car laughing like idiots and making different impressions of various people. When Santana did a Darth Vader impersonation, they both realized that they had hit rock bottom and had run out of material, but hey, it was fun while it lasted.
"So does this mean that you're my girlfriend now?" Brittany wondered. She knew the answer was yes, but she still held her breath until she heard the word come from Santana's lips.
"Yeah," Santana smiled as Brittany let out a relieved sigh.
"So does this mean that I can hold your hand in the hallway?"
"Of course."
"And does this mean that I can ask you out on a date?" Brittany's eyes lit up in anticipation of the answer.
"Not if I ask you first. Brittany, would…" before Santana could finish Brittany quickly jumped in, interrupting her.
"Santana, do you want to go on a date with me?"
Santana and Brittany laughed in unison. "Yeah, what were you thinking?"
"Movies?"
"I love movies," Santana replied.
"Me too, how about we see the new Footloose?"
Santana smiled. Of course Brittany, the Dancing Queen, would want to see Footloose. "Sounds like a date," Santana winked at Brittany.
"Cool," Brittany took another big drink of her coffee and leaned back in her seat.
"We should get going to class, because we're going to be late," Santana pointed to the time on Brittany's dashboard.
Brittany jumped, almost spilling her coffee, "Shit, I can't be late to class again or the Queen of Hearts will have my head."
"Then let's get moving," Santana hopped out of Brittany's car and threw her backpack on her shoulders.
Once the two were making their way towards the school, they interlaced fingers. They put on a façade that said that they didn't care about what people would think of their new relationship, but inside both girls were super nervous. Luckily, they considered themselves the best actresses in the world because of the acts that they used to put on for others.
They walked like this, hand-in-hand, straight to biology because they didn't have time to stop at their lockers. When they entered the room, most everyone was already there. Quinn smiled at her best friend holding Brittany Pierce's hand. Santana smiled back knowing that Quinn totally supported her. Santana owed Quinn more than she could put into words.
When the newfound girlfriends released hands to find their respected seats, they received a few awkward looks from people. Santana and Brittany both knew that they would receive the awkward looks and tried not to care. What they weren't counting on was the continuing wrath of Sugar.
Once Santana sat down, Sugar looked her straight in the eye and said, "Disgusting."
Santana's expression dropped. She didn't want to have another confrontation, not here anyways, and definitely not in front of Brittany. She just pushed it to the back of her mind, trying to forget about it. Hopefully the crowd that Brittany used to associate with will just lay off the two of them sooner rather than later.
Santana and Brittany were inseparable the rest of the day. The two walked together to each one of their classes, they walked each other to their lockers, and they tried to sit next to each other in all of their classes. It was like they've been together for years, not like they haven't even been on their first date.
Lunch rolled around and they were still together. "Did someone crazy glue the two of you together?" Mike wondered as Brittany sat down at their table with Santana.
Brittany looked to Santana. Santana could tell that Brittany had no idea what crazy glue was and decided to retort with, "Oh you're one to talk. You and Tina are practically attached at the hip."
Brittany looked around the table to see if Mike and Tina were actually attached at the hip. Quinn and Santana laugh, realizing what she's doing and Quinn offers, "She didn't mean that literally, Brittany."
"Oh, good, because that would totally be weird," Brittany commented as she took a drink of her water. She then leaned over to Santana and whispered, "There really isn't crazy glue is there?"
"It's not like psycho crazy, it's a crazy amount of sticky crazy," Santana gave Brittany's thigh a reassuring squeeze.
Brittany nodded and whispered back, "Good, because I was beginning to think that maybe my glue was watching me in my sleep."
Santana smiled and Brittany slipped her hand into the one Santana had placed on her thigh. Brittany was glad that Santana didn't make fun of her. Most people would have written Brittany off or told her that she was stupid at this point. Those thoughts never even crossed Santana's mind.
"Hey guys, do you mind if I sit with you?" Puck asked as he approached the now crowded, meant for four people table.
"Sure," Quinn said a little too quickly. Santana quirked a knowing eyebrow at her. Quinn just blushed and gave Santana a 'we'll talk about it later' look.
"Thanks, I really don't want to sit with Dave, HBIC, and Azimio today. Too much drama," Puck said as he sat down with his abnormally large lunch.
"You planning on eating all of that Champ?" Mike joked.
"Of course," Puck replied as he stuffed some of his sandwich into his mouth. He smiled with a mouthful of food. All of the girls at the table are grossed out, but Mike gives Puck a high five.
"So, how are you two holding up after yesterday?" Puck wondered. You wouldn't know it by the people he associates himself with, or used to associate himself with, but Puck is a really nice and caring guy. Santana couldn't help but hope that it works out with Puck and Quinn because she could clearly see that Quinn had a major crush on him.
Brittany squeezed Santana's hand. They shared a quick glance before Mike decided to answer for them, "Are you kidding, look at them. I've never seen Santana happier."
"True, you two are holding hands under the table and everything, it's really cute," Tina added.
Brittany and Santana looked at each other for a moment with a look of 'we've been found out' on their faces. They both took an awkward sip of water at the same time. Everyone at the table burst out into a fit of laughter.
The lunch conversation was pretty much a bunch of talks about everything and anything, but mostly poking fun at the new couple and how 'cute' they were or how they were 'inseparable'. Santana was being Quinn's wing-woman and was dropping some subtle hints to Puck that Quinn liked him and that he should ask her out.
As much as the group of friends wanted to continue the conversation and just hang out in the lunchroom all day, they had to get going to their next class. Everyone trotted off to their next period, Brittany and Santana still hand in hand.
3:23pm – So, I'll pick you up at 5:00 for the movie. – Brittany 3
3:24pm – I can't wait! :) – Santana 3
Both girls put hearts after their significant other's name in their phones. In teenage world this small gesture suggests that the couple is meant for each other. But in all seriousness, they really did seem to click in a way that neither one understood. It's just that when they were together, everything felt…right.
"Let me guess…Brittany?" Quinn laughed at the goofy smile on her best friend's face. Quinn was at Santana's house. They were both sitting on Santana's front porch.
"Huh? Oh yeah, she's picking me up at five for our date," Santana said as she put her phone in her pocket.
Quinn's smile grew across her face, "You two are going on a date tonight?! Why didn't I know about this?"
"I was with Brittany all day, I didn't want her to see how excited I was when I told my best friend, she'd think I was weird," Santana explained.
Quinn gave Santana a 'really' look.
"Yeah, that and, well she kind of had a falling out with her best friend. I didn't want to be all 'hey look best friend, I'm going on a first date with the best girl ever' because she doesn't have anyone to say that to. You know?" Santana looked for some understanding.
"I do, it would suck to go through this without having your best friend there. Make sure that Brittany knows that we're here for her too. Unless she breaks her heart, then the only thing of mine that'll be there for her will be my fist…"
"Hey! But, yeah, thanks Q…So you and Puck huh?" Santana wondered trying to change subjects. She didn't like the images of Quinn punching Brittany swarming around in hear head. One because she didn't like seeing Brittany get hurt and two because she honestly didn't know who's side she'd take in the fight.
"Me and Puck what? I like him, yeah, but I'm sure that he doesn't like me back," Quinn kicked a lone rock on the cement.
"Why don't you think he likes you back? I'm pretty sure he likes you," Santana continued.
"Why would a guy like him ever like a girl like me?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm going to stop you there. One, you are totally awesome and hot. I can say that now because apparently I'm a little gay. Two, you totally deserve an amazing and nice and wonderful guy who will treat you right, like Puckerman. Three, you can't tell me that it'll never happen because we all know that wacky things happen. Exhibit A." Santana points to herself and continues, "Queen Nerd and Queen Popular are now going out, two girls, who didn't even know that they liked girls. Yeah, so don't tell me that you and Puck will never happen because…"
Quinn cut off Santana's rambling, "You are not going to get to use the fact that you're going out with Brittany as a way to make me feel any better about my chances with Puck."
"He'd be lucky to go out with you," Santana commented on a serious note. She didn't like that her best friend thought so lowly of herself.
"Thanks," Quinn just accepted that Santana is her best friend and she'll keep telling her things like this until she believes her. "So, you never told me how you and Brittany happened. I need to know this story."
"Well, as you know I tutor her. While in tutoring we got to talking about our lives and such. Well, she was treated like crap in her group of friends. She never really wanted popularity and she feels like she was living a life that she didn't really choose…"
"Sounds like someone I know," Quinn nudged Santana in the arm.
"Exactly. That's how we became friends. We understand each other and I don't know how to put it into words, but there was just something there. Everyone is…was always so mean to Brittany, calling her stupid and stuff, and she's not. She's really amazing and we mutually fell for each other. She said that I was the only person who she would really be herself around and I felt kind of the same way. I mean, I can tell you stuff, but you've never really experienced it like Brittany has too, so we just…"
"Connected. It makes sense. Plus, you two go together like two perfect puzzle pieces. I mean, you two aren't exactly the same. You're practically exact opposites, but you fit well together. Not many people can say that. Even Mike and Tina can't say that. They don't click like you two do. We're all super jealous of what you two have and you haven't even gone out on a date yet. That's saying something," Quinn commented.
"Yeah and after tutoring one day, she took me to her dance class with her…"
"You dancing, this I have to see!" Quinn almost doubled over laughing.
Santana hit her in the arm, "I didn't dance! Brittany dances. She's an amazing dancer." Santana said this with such adoration in her voice that Quinn knew that her best friend was absolutely smitten.
"You really like her, don't you?" Quinn's tone was softer than earlier.
"Yeah, I really, really do," Santana adds in the same tone.
"Well," Quinn stands up, "then we better make sure that you look really, really awesome for your date."
Brittany was so nervous when she approached Santana's door that her hands were shaking a little. Brittany sucked it up and knocked at her girlfriend's door. God, that's my new favorite word: girlfriend.
The door to Santana's house swung open. Brittany hadn't been expecting Quinn to be standing in front of her now. "Um, is Santana here? I did come to the right house, right?" Brittany's expression was suddenly frantic.
Quinn couldn't help but giggle a little, "Yeah, she's here. She's coming down right now. She's a nervous wreck, she must really like you."
"Uh-uh, yeah, c-cool," Brittany has never stuttered a day in her life.
"You must really like her too, huh?"
"Am I that obvious," Brittany looked down at her feet.
"Only to the best friend," Quinn smiled and received a smile back from Brittany.
Before anything else could be said, Santana appeared in the doorway. She looked amazing. Santana is wearing a white, skin tight t-shirt, a brand spanking new grey coat, and dark blue skinny jeans.
Santana couldn't help but stare at how great Brittany looked. Brittany has on a super tight fitting maroon, zip up hoodie with a large butterfly print on the chest; dark, almost grey, blue jeans; and black Converse.
"You look," Brittany and Santana said in unison.
Quinn looked from Brittany to Santana and back again, "That's my cue to leave. I'll see you two later." Quinn then proceeded to walk down Santana's driveway and back to her house which is only two houses down.
"You look amazing," Santana commented as she closed her front door.
"You look pretty hot yourself," Brittany winked at Santana and grabbed her hand. "Come on, we're going to be late."
Brittany led Santana to her passenger door and opened the door for her. Santana smiles at her, "No one has ever done that for me before."
"There's a first time for everything," Brittany smirked as Santana slid into her seat.
Brittany shut the passenger door and quickly ran around the car and jumped into the driver's seat. She took in a deep breath in anticipation as she put her keys into the ignition of her Jeep Wrangler. "Ready?" Brittany wondered before turning her keys to start the car.
"Absolutely," Santana said with as much certainty as possible to reassure Brittany.
Brittany smiled at her and turned the keys. Brittany shifted into gear and took off toward the theater. Both girls were so anxious that the car ride was pretty silent. They didn't really mean for it to be silent, but they had no idea what they were doing. Neither of them had ever been on a date with another girl before.
The theater was only a fifteen minute drive away, so they were there and it seemed like no time passed at all. Santana jumped out of her side of the car, I'll never get used to how big this thing is. She then walked over and met Brittany at the driver's side.
Brittany reached for Santana's hand and Santana gladly took it, some of the awkward tension easing around them. As they waited in a small line outside the theater to get their tickets, Brittany shuffled through her purse for her wallet.
"Oh no, this one's on me," Santana said as she pulled out an envelope.
"What's that?" Brittany wondered.
"I got some free tickets for volunteering at City Hall," Santana explained.
Brittany's face lit up, "I didn't know that you could get free stuff for volunteering."
"I think they gave me these out of pity. I was working this booth for a youth group for like 12 hours at the city fair," Santana said pointing out her slight sunburn.
"Ouch, I hate sunburns," Brittany delicately touched Santana's arm. Santana wasn't in any pain from the burn anymore, but liked how soft Brittany's touch was against her skin.
"But hey, free tickets!" Santana said excitedly.
"Do you volunteer at City Hall a lot?" Brittany wondered as the line moved forward a little.
"I volunteer with them all the time. I get to do a lot of cool things for younger kids around the city and I help at every city event. It's a lot of fun."
"How did you start volunteering with the city?"
"I'm actually a member of a City Council Youth Focus Panel. So, I started volunteering because of that," Santana explained as the approached the ticket counter. "Two for Footloose, please."
"That's cool. I've never really been big on volunteering, but if it makes you so happy, I think that I'd like to try it," Brittany said with a genuine smile.
Santana grabbed the tickets from the man at the counter, "Thanks." She then turned to Brittany, "I'd like that."
Santana and Brittany then made their way to their theater. Santana wanted to sit in row with the bar to rest their feet on, but Brittany suggested, "We should sit in the back."
"Why? The screen is all tiny looking up there," Santana pouted slightly.
Brittany leaned closer to Santana, her breath tickling Santana's ear, "Because, the back is where couple's sit."
That was all the convincing that Santana need. Actually, Santana led the way to the back of the theater pulling Brittany behind her. Once they found their seats, they sat contently, waiting for the movie to start.
"I'll be right back," Brittany said as she stood up and began walking towards the exit.
"Alright," Santana replied. She wanted to know where Brittany was going but decided not to be the nosy girlfriend and just leave it alone.
Brittany returned five minutes later with a cartoonishly large Slushie with two straws sticking out of it, and a medium bucket of popcorn. "Score, I love Slushies!" Santana excitedly bounced in her seat as Brittany moved back into hers.
"Me too, they're the best!" Brittany mimicked Santana's enthusiasm.
"What kind did you get?"
"I got soda flavored. It's the best, like…"
Santana interrupted, "…A perfectly frozen Coke."
"Exactly! You are so awesome. Best girlfriend ever!" Brittany set the Slushie in the cup holder between the two of them and awkwardly held the popcorn at her side, tilting it up towards Santana.
Santana watched as Brittany tried to perfectly position the popcorn thinking that it was the cutest thing she's seen all day. "I have a better idea," Santana offered as she placed the Slushie in the cup holder closest to Brittany. Santana then lifted up the arm rest between the two, scooted closer to Brittany, and placed the popcorn between them.
"See, this is why you're the smart one," Brittany said with a smile knowing that she would take advantage of this newfound closeness later.
"You're smarter. No argue-backs!" Santana quickly called. Santana heard Brittany curse beneath her breath. Brittany hated no argue-backs.
It was a good thing that Santana called no argue-backs because the movie was beginning to start. Lord knows that Brittany would have argued loudly until she won. Brittany just stuck her tongue out at Santana knowing that she had just been defeated.
The theater was surprisingly empty considering this is the movie's opening night. Brittany and Santana didn't complain though; they liked the privacy. It was like a classic movie cliché. Every once in a while one of them would glance at the other only to be caught in their tracks and dart their eyes quickly in another direction; they would both reach into the popcorn bowl at the same time and their hands would touch and both would jerk away insisting that the other get their popcorn first; and they would get "shushes" from the front of the theater.
About halfway through the movie, Santana found herself leaning into Brittany and cuddling into her neck. Santana loved the smell of Brittany's shampoo. She could just sit there and breathe in Brittany's intoxicating smell for the rest of time and she'd be happy.
Brittany then suavely wrapped her arm around Santana and pulled her in closer to herself. She loved having Santana's warm body cuddled up against her. Brittany let her head lean against Santana's. If there wasn't a loud movie playing and a ridiculous amount of sugar running through her veins from the Slushie, Brittany would have fallen asleep. Brittany didn't know when it happened, but she lost grip on the popcorn bowl and it tumbled to the ground.
Both girls jumped at the accident and laughed it off to themselves. Brittany begins frantically trying to clean up some of her mess, but Santana stops her. Santana cups Brittany's cheek in her hand licks her lips unconsciously. Brittany stares at Santana's full, pouty lips, and her head began gravitating towards Santana's. Their lips were lightly brushing against one another's. Finally the incredibly small distance was closed and their lips pressed together in a soft, chaste kiss.
Brittany found her hand placed on Santana's hip. How it got there, she'd never be able to tell you. They pulled away from the kiss for a moment, looking deep into each other's eyes. It was a look that said that everything was right, it was a look that washed away any uncertainty or fear, it was a look that granted permission to continue, it was a look that confirmed what Quinn had said earlier about the two being meant for each other. The look, however meaningful, didn't last very long before their lips were crashing together again.
Santana loved the taste of Brittany's strawberry lip gloss and Brittany couldn't get enough of Santana's cherry chap stick. Before anything could get too passionate or any more interesting, the lights in the theater turned on signaling the end of the movie.
"It's already over?" Brittany pouted. Brittany leaned over for another kiss, but Santana stood up gathering her things.
Santana liked to be a little bit of a tease, "Yeah, I guess it is."
Brittany stared up at her girlfriend with confusion before she saw the evil smirk grace Santana's lips. I could stare at those lips all day, Brittany thought.
Santana broke Brittany of her thoughts, "You coming?"
Brittany shot up out of her seat, "Yeah, I'm right behind you."
Santana reached for Brittany's hand. Brittany had to practically run to catch up, but it was worth it to have her girlfriend's hand in hers. They walked hand in hand out of the theater. Usually this is when people gossip about the movie and critique it, but honestly, neither Santana nor Brittany could recall any of that movie; which Brittany kind of regretted because it was a dance movie and she loves dance.
When they were back at Brittany's car, they shared a knowing smile. They both knew why neither one talked about the movie and it made them both burst out into a random fit of laughter.
"So, how about that movie?" Brittany wondered knowing that Santana wouldn't be able to recall it at all.
"I think it had to do with dancing, or something," Santana replied feigning innocence.
"Oh, by the way, you're cherry chap stick is awesome," Brittany added to emphasize what both of them already knew. Brittany burst into song for a brief moment, "I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chap stick!"
"Mmm, your strawberry lip gloss is pretty tasty too," Santana replied trying to contain her laughter.
Brittany leaned across and brought Santana's lips to hers. They shared a short, sweet kiss…much sweeter than the making out they were doing in the theater. Then Brittany puts the car in gear and begins to head back to drop Santana off at her house.
"Can I talk to you about something?" Brittany wondered as she pulled back.
"Anything," Santana replied a little worried about Brittany's now serious tone.
Brittany looked from her dashboard to Santana and back, "I-I want to tell my parents about us."
"You mean you want to come out?" Santana repeated for her own sake.
"Come out of what?" Brittany looked adorable when she was confused.
"The closet…" Santana simply replied.
"I never go in my closet, not since I watched Monster's Inc. I don't want to get trapped in a world with all those scary creatures," Brittany shook her head.
Santana gave her a look of adoration, "But Mike was so cool and fluffy."
"Monster fluffy," Brittany corrected.
"Coming out of the closet means telling your parents that you have feelings for a person of the same sex," Santana clarified.
"Oh, then yeah, as long as I can come out of your closet," Brittany wriggled her eyebrows.
"Please don't tell your parents that," Santana had a genuinely worried look on her face.
Santana is always so worried. She needs to stop that or she'll get wrinkle lines. "Of course I won't tell them that. But I do want to tell them. They really like you. I think that they'd be okay with it."
"Please don't be mad at me, but I don't know if I'm ready to come out to my parents just yet," Santana replied, worried about what the consequences of telling her parents would be.
"Why would I be mad at you? Telling people about us, what we have is a hug-monster-closet-fluffy-Mike deal. I mean, we saw firsthand that people can react badly. If you don't want to drop Hiroshima on your parents right away, that's okay."
Santana had to shake off the inappropriate metaphor and decided that when they talk about World War Two that she'll have to tell Brittany about the war crimes that the US committed against Japan. "Thanks for understanding, Brittany. You're a super girlfriend."
"Do I get a cape?" Brittany wondered a little too excited.
"If you want one," Santana offered knowing that she'll end up having to make Brittany a super girlfriend cape later.
Brittany nodded, "So, you're okay with me telling my parents?"
"Of course. I mean it's your decision. I want to wait, but if you want to tell your parents, I'll support you," Santana said with a little hesitation in her voice. She was uncertain that they should be telling their parents this early into their relationship. They clearly liked each other, but everything was still new for them. Santana wanted to wait, but she understood that Brittany wanted her parents to know and accepted that.
"Thanks," Brittany smiled so wide that Santana would swear that she saw all her teeth.
"Do you want me to come with you? You know, tell them together?" Santana offered to be there for Brittany as a support system in case things took a nasty turn.
Brittany shook her head no, "I think this is something that I have to do on my own."
"I understand," Santana said as they pulled up to Santana's house.
"I had a really great time. Best first date ever," Brittany bounced a little in her seat.
"For sure. Hey, call after you tell them, just so that I know that you're okay," Santana said as she stepped out of Brittany's Jeep.
"Absolutely," Brittany replied as Santana shut the passenger door. Santana walked up to her front porch and opened the door slightly before looking back at her girlfriend and waving goodbye to her. Brittany waved back and took off towards her house.
Brittany pulled up to her house. The small, light yellow colored house never seemed intimidating, not until now. Brittany had made up her mind in the movie theater that she wanted her parents to know about their relationship. She wanted everyone to know. But now that she's outside her house, she's not so sure.
Don't chicken out, you can't chicken out. Just tell them and step out of Narnia already. Brittany opened the door to her car and stepped out. Step by step she crept towards her house. Now she was face to face with her front door. Brittany knew what she had to do, but she wasn't really sure if she could do it. Santana was afraid and wasn't telling her parents yet, so it was okay for her to be freaking out right now too, right?
No, I have to do this. They'll understand, I'm sure of it. Brittany slipped her key into the door and pushed it open. She then stepped inside and shut the door behind her. Her heart was beating so loud that it drowned out the sound of everything else. She didn't hear her mother calling her from the kitchen. After a few moments of standing in her front room like a statue, her mother walked in, snapping Brittany out of her zombie-like state.
"Hey sweetie, do you want some Mac 'N' Cheese?" Mrs. Pierce wondered, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"Yeah, that'd be great," Brittany said in almost a whisper.
Lucy Pierce was worried about her daughter, but she didn't want to bring it up with her just yet. If she continues to act weird during dinner, then I'll ask her.
Brittany sat down to dinner at the kitchen island. The Pierce family doesn't usually sit down for dinner; that was just because Santana was over. Usually they eat on the kitchen island or whilst sitting in the living room watching TV.
Brittany didn't like that her deciding to come out to her parents was filling her with all of these worry-type emotions. She wanted all of the happy emotions to come back. All of the post first date emotions. But they were gone. Gone and replaced by a bunch of nerves.
Noticing that both of her parents were eating at the kitchen island with her, Brittany thought that now is as good a time as any, "Mom, Dad, there's something I need to tell you."
"What is it Brittany?" concern was written all over her mother's face.
"Um…I-I don't, I don't know how to s-say this," there it is again, she's a stuttering mess.
"It's okay Britty Bear, you can tell us anything," her father assured her.
Her parents may think that they can handle what Brittany is about to say, but she isn't so sure. "I-I don't even r-really know."
"Take your time," her mother instructed.
Brittany took in a deep breath and built up some courage, "I'm dating Santana." She said the words so fast that she wasn't sure her parents even heard her, but once she looked up at them, the stunned looks on their faces told her that they definitely heard what she said. Brittany quickly averted her eyes back to the ground.
"Well, um, sweetie, that, um," her mother searched for words, "…it's different, but not a bad different. We're sorry; we just weren't expecting you to say that." Mrs. Pierce continued on her quest for words.
"We love you," Mr. Pierce finally said noticing the tears that had formed in Brittany's eyes. "We will always love you."
"Are you happy?" her mother wondered.
Brittany could only nod and mumble, "Yeah, really happy."
"That's all we can ask for," her mother replied.
Brittany looked up at her mother and then to her father and back again like she was watching a tennis match. She didn't think that her parents would accept her so quickly. She thought there would be some yelling and a few 'I don't understands.' Brittany just didn't expect their reaction.
Her parents got up from their chairs and walked toward her. Then they practically dragged her out of her seat and forced her into a big hug sandwiched between the two of them. Brittany was facing her father and was crying freely into his shoulder.
"You shouldn't have been afraid to talk to us, Britty. You're our daughter and we will always love you, no matter what. Especially when it's about something that makes you happy," her father explained.
"You had me so worried. When you came in the house you were as white as a ghost. I thought something bad had happened," her mother was crying too, but not a bad crying, a 'I'm so happy you're alive' crying.
Finally, the three stepped out of the hug and Brittany wiped the tears from her eyes. She smiled for the first time since she got home. She couldn't wait to tell Santana that her parents were cool with their relationship.
"So…do you…like all girls, or…" her father had no idea how to phrase the question.
"I don't know. I really like Santana. She's the only one that has ever made me feel this way, but I don't know if I would like all girls or guys, for that matter, in the same way. So I might be a unicorn, or a bi-corn, but I don't really know. I guess, you just can't help who you fall in lov…" Brittany realized that she was just about to say that she loves Santana. She kind of did, but it was way too early for those kinds of thoughts, right?
Her mother poked her in the side, "You love her?" A smile widened across the faces of all the Pierces.
"I don't know yet…" Brittany replied honestly. She really, really liked Santana, but could she really say that she loved her just yet? She wasn't sure. She wasn't going to say it until she was absolutely sure.
"So, how long have you two been dating?" her father wondered as he got back to eating his dinner.
Brittany sat down and actually started eating her otherwise untouched food, "Not very long. We went on our first official date tonight. We've both had mutual feelings for each other for a while now though. But, only officially for a day."
"What ever happened with that David kid?" her father continued.
"I don't want to talk about that," Brittany looked down to her bowl. Remembering the whole lunch room outburst made Brittany lose her appetite all over again.
"What did he do?" her father had a look in his eye that said that he was going to rip David's head off.
Brittany looked up and tried not to choke on her words, "Um, nothing Dad, don't worry about it."
"It's clearly something," her mother pried.
"Okay, fine. He kinda sorta found out about my feelings for Santana in a not so good way. Oh and he also found out before I had a chance to break up with him," Brittany tried her best to avoid the details.
Her parents looked at each other. They knew that their daughter wasn't telling them the whole truth, but they just left that subject where it was. "I'm glad that you're going out with Santana," her mother said before taking a bite of food.
"Really?" Brittany was going for accepting, she wasn't expecting that her parents would be glad that she was going out with a girl.
"Yeah, she's by far the nicest friend or significant other that you've brought into the house. Plus, she's pretty and smart and she clearly likes you as much as you like her," her mother added.
"Really?" Brittany was beginning to sound like a broken record.
"Oh yeah, if we didn't think that you were straight, we would have thought that the two of you were together the night she came over for dinner," her father said.
"Were we that obvious?" Brittany was a little self-conscious now.
Both her parents just shook their heads yes. Dinner continued with conversations about Santana and how her friends reacted. Brittany's parents told her that they're glad that she's not with David anymore because he was a gross pig and that Sugar is so evil that she could almost be construed as demonic. It was a fairly light hearted and entertaining conversation.
After dinner, Brittany ran upstairs eager to call Santana and tell her the good news. When Brittany called Santana, Santana had already been pacing back in forth in her room for about twenty minutes, staring at her phone on her bed. The phone only rang for a second before Santana answered.
"How did it go?" Santana wondered, not really bothering to say hello.
"It went great, a lot better than I expected," Brittany explained.
"Really? That's great, Brittany, I'm so happy for you," Santana flopped onto her bed and let out a sigh of relief. Santana didn't really know Brittany's parents well enough to know how they would react, but she assumed the worse and was happy to know that Brittany was okay.
"Yeah, they actually said that they're glad that I'm with you instead of Dave. They apparently hated him, who knew? Plus, they said that they really like you. Mostly they're just happy that I'm happy, so that's cool," Brittany continued in more detail.
"You're coming out story almost makes me want to come out to my parents, but I'm sure that if I did that they would try doing an exorcism or something to expel the evil lesbian spirit from my body," Santana laughed and Brittany laughed with her.
"You don't think that they would actually do that?" Brittany shot.
"Oh, you don't even know. You should ask Quinn, my parents are very traditional and very conservative and just might do something that crazy," Santana replied in a serious tone.
"I'm sorry that you feel like you can't come out to them," Brittany tried to console her.
"It's okay. It only sucks because I want them to know about us, I don't want to keep you a secret or anything, but I also don't want to get disowned."
"Oh, and my parents said that you have to come back for dinner again sometime soon so they can get to know more about you," Brittany added as an afterthought.
"Totally, I love your parents," Santana replied. They were pretty cool parents. Plus, Santana loved Mrs. Pierce's cooking. Delicioso.
"Cool," Brittany replied as she lied down on her bed.
"I'm so proud of you; it must have taken a lot of courage to tell them."
"It did, but apparently, according to my mom, I looked like I saw a ghost right before I told them. So I wasn't that brave," Brittany didn't think that she'd really been brave. She had barely been able to form actual words.
"I think you were," Santana replied. She knew that they could go back and forth about whether or not Brittany was brave for hours, but she knew if she stated it as an opinion instead of fact that Brittany would let it go.
"Thanks sweetie," Brittany replied.
Awe, we're using pet names and stuff now. God, I need to get ahold of my thoughts. If I said this out loud, people would want to know what happened to the real Santana. "So, I was thinking that we could go to the park tomorrow. You know, feed the ducks, get some ice cream, the whole shebang."
"Awe, Santana, are you asking me out on a date?" Brittany blushed, happy that Santana couldn't see her through the phone.
"Of course I am," Santana said matter-of-factly.
"Good, because I would love to go on a second date with you tomorrow, especially to feed the ducks at the park," Brittany said, thinking that it was a little childish of her to have said it that way, but didn't really care because she was just super happy to be going out with Santana again.
The two talked until the wee hours of the morning and finally managed to get to sleep around three in the morning.
Author's Note:
"First Date" by Blink 182