My computer decided to die on me, so that's why this update was a bit slow. But now I'm using my brother's computer. If he only knew what I was using it for though lol.

Enjoy!

Chapter 16.

"This is really scary for me, but if I asked you out on a date, would you say yes?"

You don't know what to say. You want to smile and rush up to her and hug her tightly. You want to scream from the top of your lunges, because she just asked you out. But you know that it's not that simple. You saw her before, you saw Sam and you know they were in the back room for longer than necessary.

"What about Sam?" you ask. She looks at you confused, as if she wasn't expecting you to say something about him. Like she has to rack her brain to even remember who the heck Sam is.

So you wait until her brows aren't furrowed, and she lets out a loud sigh, and shakes her head. "What about Sam?"

You feel a little pissed at her for not telling you the truth about what they were doing while you were alone on the dance floor, when you're giving her the chance to do so. You know something went down between them and you know that she knows that you know.

She must see your inner conflict because she speaks up before you can answer her question.

"Look, Britt –" she inhales slowly and shifts her feet on the floor, shifting her eyes around the restroom before they settle back on you. "I didn't do anything with Sam, I would never –" she trails off and once again takes a deep breath. "Well, obviously, I have done stuff with Sam," she rolls her eyes at herself. "But, not – " you see how hard this is for her. You know she doesn't talk about this often, or ever.

So you wait patiently until she tells you exactly how she feels.

"Britt, I haven't slept with anyone since we watched Jersey Shore on your couch and you almost got your hand down my jeans." You bite your lip and you try to hide a smile. But you think she sees it anyway because she smiles too. "We were only talking. I told Sam I didn't want to do anything anymore. I can't –" She takes a step closer to you and when she's close enough she takes one of your hands and looks deep into your eyes. "Ever since I met you, you're everything I can think about. Why do you think I choose your apartment to hide in, instead of Martha's on the seventh floor?" You shrug your shoulder but you keep smiling and she chuckles quietly. "I know I'm slow, and I didn't figure out why I was so obsessed with you until very recently. But I hope you can give me a chance, even though I'm weird and have loads of problems."

Your stomach flutters with butterflies as her hand caresses yours. You feel so relieved, so happy. Because Santana feels the exact same way you do.

"I'm in love with you, and I don't want Sam, or anyone else. I want you."

She's said the love word twice now and your heart couldn't beat any faster.

"I would say yes," you croak out and she furrows her eyebrows.

"Yes to the date?" she asks hesitantly and you bob your head in a nodding gesture. "Great," she says and lets a wide grin spread across her lips.

You clear your throat, "Great," you repeat and you grin wickedly at each other. "Can I kiss you?" you ask as you watch her lips twitch with happiness. You think that maybe you should go on that date first, before you kiss each other again, but you and Santana are not the most perfect and controlled people and you do pretty much everything in the wrong order so, what the hell.

Your faces are closer now and your noses almost brush against each other, you can feel her hot breath on your face and her shampoo once again invades all your senses.

She whispers out a quiet 'yes' and your breath hitches as you shuffle your feet even closer. Your eyes flutter close and you lick your bottom lip, inching closer and closer to her face. You brush your lips against hers. A pleasant shiver runs down your back at the sensation. You press your body flush against hers and all you can think about is how much you want this.

How much you want her and how good it feels to be this close to her. Your lips fit together so well and in this moment, you know that you belong together. Your lips are always supposed to connect like this. Her hands on your back, your fingers intertwined behind her neck. It's all supposed to be like this, always.

She pulls away and you stare into her eyes. She's smiling shyly and you can't help but giggle. You don't know if you're just too tired or if you're just very happy, but you can't stop giggling.

Santana furrows her eyebrows, still holding onto to your hips, and you can see the confusion written in her eyes. You rest your forehead on her shoulder and turn your head so that you're nuzzling the crook of her neck.

"I'm in love with you too," you whisper and you feel her stiffen for a few seconds before she lets out a breath. And then you hear her giggle too, and you giggle with her.

"That's good," she says after a while and you bite your lip.

"Maybe we should go home…" You close your eyes and move your lips against the caramel skin of her neck. You reach your finger up and drag it across her collarbone, and then you dip your fingertip down, in the middle of her chest, and you hear how she takes a quick breath. You love how her chest moves up and down, a little quicker now, and when you brush your lips against her skin again, her arms tighten around your waist.

"M-hm?" she hums and you smile before you take your forehead off her shoulder to look into her eyes. "You're still afraid of ghosts, right? We should totally share a bed tonight."

She widens her eyes and it's cute how she's still kind of shy about you suggesting these kind of things. You bite your lower lip and her gaze follows your movements.

"Britt," she mumbles and looks down at her shoes. "I just asked you out."

You furrow your eyebrows because you know that. You heard her, and you said yes.

Santana looks at you again and rolls her eyes, "I want to do this right," she says and you quirk your eyebrow. She's cute for trying but you've already done everything pretty wrong and it seems silly to start now with doing things in, what other people, might see as right. "I want to wait until we've been on a few dates."

Your shoulders falter a bit because you were really looking forward to sharing a bed with her tonight again, you have pretty much gotten used to it by now. "Okay," you say, but you smile because you're pretty sure she's the cutest thing ever. You like the idea of her wanting to do this right. "No sex tonight," you state and Santana snorts and widen her eyes.

"Right…" she mumbles and you can see how her cheeks darken and her eyes look at you amused. "God, you're so –" she stops right before she can tell you what she thinks you are, and the curiosity gets the best of you so you say 'what' and when she doesn't answer, you poke her in the ribs until her face breaks into a wide grin and she looks at you with dark almond eyes. You poke her again but she only looks at you.

"San!" you whine because she can't just say half sentences and then expect you to just drop it.

She giggles and you push her backwards until she's leaning back against the sink. You poke her in the ribs but she only giggles more. She won't tell you and you kind of hate yourself for enjoying this so much. You want her to tell you what she was thinking but at the same time, standing this close to her, poking her in the ribs, and listening to her laugh, is pretty much the best thing in the world. And if she tells you what she was going to say, you won't have a reason to keep poking her. But you want to know so you meet her gaze and you look at her, sternly.

"I'm so what, San?" you urge and she bites her lip. She then shrugs her shoulders and you roll your eyes at that. "Come on…"

"You're just… I don't know…" You urge her with your eyes and you put your hands on either side of her waist, as if stopping her if she decides to bail. "Sexy?"

You quirk one of your eyebrows as she bites her lip again.

"And cute…" she trails off and the corners of your mouth quirk up. "And straight-forward," she teases then and you snort out a laugh. "And beautiful," and then she kisses you, and you kiss her back.

XxXx

You sit on the couch when Quinn gets home. She's throwing her coat on the floor and when she collapses on the couch, she lets out a loud sigh.

"Rough night?" you tease and she rolls her eyes.

"Just really tired," she answers. She lifts her legs up and lays them in your lap. When she closes her eyes, you decide to go right to the point. Santana called you straight-forward, so you're going to live up to that name.

"What did you say to Santana?"

Her eyes open immediately and she looks at you for a few moments before she cracks a grin. "Did she say anything?" she asks and you shrug.

"Not about you, but she kind of…" you trail off, just to increase the tension. She's looking at you and you can't hold it in any longer so your face splits in two and you're smiling so big your cheeks are hurting. "She kind of asked me out."

"What?!" she's full on squealing and she's smiling at you like all the war and unfairness in the world suddenly disappeared. "She asked you out?" You bob your head up and down and you're smiling so bashfully.

She crashes her body into yours and you choke on your breath because she totally got her elbow into your chest somehow.

"I'm so happy for you!" She's screaming into your ear and you'd be annoyed if it weren't for how happy she really is for you.

You push her off you a little so you can look into her face. "So, what did you tell her?" you ask because you really want to know.

"Oh, you know. Just how much of a coward she is and stuff like that."

You hit her arm and say, "Quinn!", but she only laughs and tell you that she wasn't that harsh.

You hope that she wasn't because it can seem like Santana is all tough and cool, but you know how shy and vulnerable she can be. And you know that she's been hurt before and that she has a hard time trusting people. So it's not easy to admit the stuff she admitted to you tonight, and you think she's brave for doing it. You're so totally proud of her.

XxXx

You see her walking towards you and she stops in her tracks when she sees you, but all it takes is you waving your hand for her to start walking again.

She's smiling when she reaches you, and she tucks a strand of black hair behind her ear when she tells you how beautiful you look.

She's wearing a red dress that shows off her neck and shoulders and you really didn't think collarbones could be this sexy.

When you walked home from the bar yesterday, she decided that you would watch a movie because that's what people does on their dates. You had a feeling she hasn't done this so much and when you asked her if she had googled what to people usually does on dates; she blushed so hard she had to hide her face behind her jacket.

So when she nervously shuffles her feet on the ground, you know for sure that she's nervous.

"You look really nice too," you say because she does. She looks more than nice but your vocabulary walked out of your life the second Santana walked in.

She blushes again and you have to bite your lip to prevent any words like 'cute' to jump out of your mouth. She leans closer and kisses your cheek and you love it when she kisses your cheek. Of course you love her other kisses too, but those small mouse kisses to your cheek are the once that make your heart swell the most.

Yesterday, she asked you what kind of movie you would like to see, and you told her you want to see Wizard of Oz. She had rolled her eyes that playful kind of way that Santana does and asked if you didn't want to see a cooler movie, like Die Hard or something.

So when you enter the movies and she shows you the tickets she has bought, you're surprised to see that the movie you're going to watch is Wizard of Oz.

"I thought you wanted to see Die Hard?" you ask and graze your shoulder with hers.

Santana shrugs and smiles at you. "Nah…"

You laugh because she's cute. And maybe a little whipped, but you don't tell her that.

"Should we go inside?" She asks and you jump a little in excitement. You've wanted to see this movie for a while now.

She giggles at your excitement and follows you into the movies.

You decide to buy some popcorn and then Santana buys one coke, to share. And you melt at her bashful smile because you love the thought of sharing stuff with her.

When you walk inside, she stands at the end of the row, and gestures with her hand that you go first. You blush as you walk past her and take a seat in the middle of the theater.

When you sit down, Santana happens to graze her hand along your thigh. But you have a feeling it wasn't an accident, when she lets her fingertips stay there a moment longer than normal.

"If this movie sucks, it's totally your fault." The words push breath directly in your ear, tickling sensitive skin, and sending a shudder through your body. Your eyes flutter close and you set your jaw so you won't make any embarrassing sounds. You only bob your head up and down because you're not in condition to do or say anything else.

When she leaves your personal space, you let out the breath you were holding and instead you take a sip from the paper cup sitting between you.

"I'm pretty sure it's better than Die Hard," you whisper to her when you've gotten back the ability to talk and she only smirks at you.

By the time the movie actually starts, you've eaten more than half of the popcorn. That always happens with you, and you're pretty sure you're the one who's eaten most of it. Santana has barely made any attempt at touching the popcorn.

In the middle of the movie, you feel something flutter against your arm. First, you don't think anything of it. It was probably just the wind or something, not that it's really windy in the movie theater but whatever.

When it happens the second time, you look down at your arm, and you see dark caramel skin tracing a line down your forearm. When she reaches your hand, you stretch out your fingers and her hand crawls lower and lower until her hand lays flat against yours, and then she intertwines your fingers together.

A warm feeling settles in your chest at the contact, and you squeeze her hand, as if telling her how very awesome this feels for you.

When you look over at her face, she's looking straight at the screen, but with a smile so bashful you feel like kissing her right here, right now.

So you do.

You start with her hand, then you pepper kisses to her jaw line, her cheek, her nose, and her lips.

And she sucks your bottom lip into her mouth and your tongue enters her mouth. You tickle her tongue with yours, slowly dancing together to music only you two can hear. You feel a hand on your thigh and you shift your body even closer to hers, fighting against the armrest between you.

You can feel that burning low in your stomach and you know that soon you won't be able to keep it movie-theater-appropriate. And so you kiss her slowly, pecking her lips, breathing her scent for long moments, before you pull away.

Her eyes are hooded and her lips are so plump. You want to keep kissing her but you settle back in your chair, satisfied with holding her hand, and sometimes, puckering your lips against her cheek.

XxXx

She's telling you to pick a flavor but you have so much trouble with only picking one. So you ask her if you could have strawberry, vanilla and chocolate. She chuckles before saying, "Of course."

"We can share it," you suggest because you've decided that your new favorite thing is to share stuff with Santana.

"Sure," she shrugs and then steps forward to order your ice cream.

"We should play truth or dare," you suggest as you're sitting at the table by the window.

"Okay…" she says slowly, as if she's not sure it'd be a good idea.

"It'll be fun!" you assure her but she only raises her eyebrows at you.

"Just don't make any of those crazy dares, like, running around the block naked or something," she deadpans and looks at you sternly.

It takes a while for you to get the image of a naked Santana running around out of your mind. But when you do, you snort, "Why would I ever do that?"

And the smirk on her face and those challenging dark eyes make you think that she knows very well that you're capabel of phrasing those kind of dares.

"Okay, whatever," you mutter under your breath and Santana pokes your toe under the table. "You can start," you offer and she smiles at you.

"Thruth or dare?" she says quickly and you fire off a 'truth' before you can think about it.

"Hm..." she gets her thinking-face on and you watch as her eyebrows nit together, and the way her lips purse. You can't fight the smile that's tugging at your lips. "Who would you rather have sex with, Emma Stone or Jennifer Lawrence?"

"That's totally unfair, Santana!" you say because both of them are, like, super sexy. And hilarious.

"Why?" she asks and you tell her just that.

"But, maybe," you ponder, "I'll take Emma Stone, 'cause her voice is pure sex."

Santana chokes on her ice cream, she takes the spoon out of her mouth and tries to remove the ice cream that's spilling down her chin as fast as possible.

You see her blush, and once again, she's the cutest thing ever. Every time you say something like that, she reacts like a teenage virgin.

And you know that she's definetly not a virgin.

"Okay, your turn," she says after she's recovered and you're smiling amused at her.

"Truth or dare, Santana?" you say with your most serious voice.

She looks you dead in the eye before saying, "Dare."

Your breath hitches at her intensity and when she puts her chin in one of her hands on the table, you can't look away from her eyes. They're so captivating and you don't even know how she does it. It's like she can control you. When she wants to challange you, to hold your stare, you do it, and it's like you can't look away.

"I dare you to run naked around this block," you say, still looking her in the eye.

She's the first one to break eye contact.

And she gasps, and hits your arm.

"I totally knew you'd say that!"

And you totally did it to tease her, and you know she knows that you did it to tease her. She rolls her eyes at your smug smile.

"You're such a dork," she mumbles under her breath.

"A cute dork, though, right?"

She rolls her eyes, "Of course."

XxXx

When you're in the elevator on the way up to your apartment, you ask her if she maybe wants to sleep in the same bed as you, and she purses her lips.

"I don't have sex on the first date…" Santana says and you snort.

"Shame," you shrug, "I had the wildest fantasy about tapping you on your kitchen table after our first date…" you tease her.

"But we've already done that," she says matter-of-factly.

"Well, actually, Puck interrupted us before anything fancy could happen."

"True," she shrugs and you smile at her like she's the most amazing thing in the world. Probably because she is.

She walks you to your door and when you're about to put your keys in the keyhole, she turns you around and pushes you against the door.

You're caught off guard but when she trails kisses down your neck, you close your eyes and lean into her body. You thought she wasn't going to do this on your first date but you don't complain, at all.

Instead, you braid your fingers through her hair and when she sucks on your pulse point, your throat makes an embarrassingly loud moan.

Just when you're about to trail your hands down her back towards her ass, she pulls away. You groan and try to follow her with your lips but she only chuckles.

"I had a great time tonight Brittany," she says and smiles at you.

You reach out for her hips and pull her towards you again. "Me too," you tell her and softly kiss her cheek. "The best," you say because it's true.

You don't think you've ever had a better date in your entire life. Actually, you're very sure you haven't.

Moving to LA was the best thing that could've ever happened to you. Not because you've gotten your big break with dancing or because you've earned loads of money. But because you've met Santana, and that's worth the entire struggle.

She bites her lip and you know that this is when you say goodbye to each other. You also know that you'll probably see each other tomorrow again. You can't stay away from each other for that long. One night is enough.

You'll probably be texting her until you fall asleep too, and she'll be the first thing you'll think about tomorrow, and the first person you text to tell good morning.

You know that this isn't a final goodbye; you'll only be away from each other for a couple of hours.

But it's still hard, and the way she's fluttering her eyelashes at you, and smiling like that, you never want to leave her.

Santana puckers her lips against your cheek again and you feel your skin prickle at the touch. "Guess, this is goodbye," she whispers and you bob your head in a nodding motion. You suck your lips into your mouth and looks up at the ceiling.

"I had a great time tonight," she says again and that makes you smile. She's so freaking cute.

You decide to answer with the truth again, so you say, "Me too."

She kisses your cheek again and when she pulls away you catch her lips with yours.

It's brief but it still makes your head spin and the back of your thighs to tingle.

You feel a burn in your chest and it intensifies when she looks you deep into your eyes and breathes a final, "Goodbye."

She turns on her heels as she gives you a bashful smile.

You watch her until she's inside her apartment. And later that night, when you're in bed and tucked underneath your sheets, a text pops up on your screen,

I'm so in love with you, it hurts. – S

XxXx