Hi all! I know I haven't updated anything in a while and I'm so sorry. Life is crazy haha. The next chapter of A Perfect Defect should be posted really soon and I'm working on the next part after The Art of Being Us. So there's plenty to look forward to!

Until then, here's a short one shot of fluffy Brittana goodness. This takes place after The Art of Being Us but you don't need to read that to understand this. I really appreciate it if you do though!

This was inspired by my very good friend of mine (you know who you are). Much love!

Enjoy!

Santana paced back and fourth for what seemed like the millionth time. She chanced a nervous glance at the clock; Brittany was supposed to be home over 15 minutes ago. She worried her lip between her teeth. "Come on Britt."

Just then the door flew open and the blonde she had been waiting for walked in. Santana smiled at her fiancé. They had made an agreement that they would spend every Friday night together, as a sort of date night, and Santana had made plans to make this particular evening even more special.

Brittany turned around, letting out an audible sigh and gave the brunette a small smile. "Hey San."

Santana's smile faded as she heard the stress that was laced through the blonde's voice. "Hey babe." She watched as Brittany took her coat off. She fiddled with the rose she had hidden behind her back and considered tossing it aside. Was giving Brittany a flower too lame? She rolled her eyes at herself and walked over to her fiancé, holding the rose out. "For you m'lady."

Brittany smiled, this time a truly genuine smile, and took the rose. "How romantically dorky of you."

Santana felt the blush creep up her neck. How could Brittany still make her feel this way? She cleared her throat. "It's no big deal." She shrugged. "Uh, so I made reservations for us."

Brittany's eyebrows shot up in surprise. They normally just spent Friday nights watching a movie together until they both crashed early, too exhausted from work. "Oh really?"

Santana nodded and took Brittany's coat from her, holding it up so the blonde could easily slip back into it. "Yes and I can't even pronounce the name of the restaurant."

Brittany let out an over exaggerated gasp. "It must be really fancy!"

The brunette laughed. "Only the best for my future wife."

They left the apartment and started walking down the street. The restaurant was within walking distance and the women appreciated the alone time. Brittany lightly caressed her fiancé's thumb with her own and hummed in appreciation. "How was your day?"

Santana shrugged. "It was ok. I did some recording."

"Oh, that song I can't hear yet?" Brittany questioned with a glare.

The brunette glanced down to avoid Brittany's playful glare. "That's the one."

Brittany couldn't help but smile at her. Santana had been working on a song for a long time and Brittany was forbidden from hearing any part of it. As much as the blonde wanted to hear the song, she thought Santana's adorable reactions made the wait more than worth it.

"You have got to be kidding me." Santana's voice broke Brittany from her daze. She looked up to see the brunette staring at a sign in front of them.

"Closed for maintenance." Brittany read the sign that had been posted on the front door of the restaurant. She looked at her now fuming fiancé. She took Santana by both her hands and coaxed her to turn around. "Hey, San it's fine. We can go somewhere else."

Brittany offered Santana a soft smile but the angry brunette was having none of it. "There's nowhere nice enough that'll have an open table Britt!"

"Nice enough?" Brittany scrunched her brow in confusion. They didn't normally worry about the sophistication of the places they ate.

Santana shook her head in defeat. "Ok, new plan. Follow me."

Brittany smiled and gladly followed her fiancé. They went into a store across the road and Santana picked out a fluffy, warm blanket. "What's that for?" Brittany asked.

"We're going to get your favourite takeout and have a picnic in the park." She turned to Brittany and smiled. She was going to stay positive, nothing could ruin this for her. "Where we had our first date."

Brittany leaned in and kissed Santana's temple as the brunette fished out some money. "That sounds perfect."

They paid for their new picnic blanket and walked the couple of blocks to Brittany's favourite Chinese food takeout restaurant. Santana placed their order and they waited patiently, hand in hand.

"Lopez?" The man behind the counter called.

Santana quickly picked up their food and paid. She held the door open for Brittany and started hurrying towards the park. "Are you in a hurry?" Brittany called after her and she jogged to catch up.

Santana slowed down. "Sorry." She looked beside her to see curious blue orbs. She sighed. "I want tonight to be special that's all."

Brittany nodded slowly. "It is." She assured her.

Santana smiled but the smile soon disappeared as the women suddenly found themselves surrounded by rain. "No way!" Santana shouted in frustration.

Brittany quickly unfolded the blanket and threw it over them. Grabbing Santana's hand, she hurried them back towards their home. By the time they reached the apartment the blanket had soaked through and they were both dripping wet. Brittany held the blanket out in front of her. "I don't think this thing will ever be the same again." She joked. She looked back up and frowned when she laid eyes on Santana's defeated expression. "Come on, let's go get changed." She offered sweetly.

They took turns showering and changing. Santana walked into the front room to find Brittany sitting on the couch with a movie paused at the beginning, ready to play. She slumped down beside her fiancé and started opening the boxes of various foods. When she reached the rice she closed her eyes and breathed out slowly. "For fuck sakes!" She slammed the rice back down onto the table.

Brittany picked up the box and looked inside. They had ordered shrimp fried rice and there was definitely no shrimp. She tried to suppress her laughter but couldn't hold it in for very long. Santana shot her a glare that would make anyone else stop dead in their tracks. But Brittany wasn't just anyone else. "It's just shrimp San."

"It's not just shrimp! It's also rain and the restaurant being closed. It's this date being so bad despite the fact that I made the reservation weeks ago." She sighed and lowered her voice. "I wanted tonight to be perfect."

"Why?"

Santana debated telling Brittany the reason, but those beautiful blue eyes had a way of getting anything out of her. "That song I've been working on is one I wrote for you... For us." She admitted. "I finished it and I was going to play it for you tonight."

Brittany smiled brightly. "You are so incredibly corny." She teased and nudged Santana, causing the brunette to giggle slightly. "Play it for me?"

Santana nodded as she pulled her phone out. She plugged it into the speaker and the song started to play. Brittany didn't say anything at first, she just closed her eyes and listened to the gorgeous melody paired with words that told a story of healing and love; their story.

"I know it's lame."

Brittany shushed her and both women remained silent until the song was over. She opened her eyes that were now burning with unshed tears. "It's not lame, it's beautiful."

Santana smiled until she remembered how poorly the night had played out. "It would have been better if tonight had gone how I wanted it to."

Brittany took Santana's hands in hers. "I had fun tonight."

"I wanted it to be perfect."

Brittany leaned forward and placed a tender kiss to Santana's lips. Santana was surprised at first, but soon found herself lost in the passion.

When they parted, Brittany smiled cutely at Santana. She admired her fiancé's determination but there was something the woman needed to understand. "Tonight was perfect Santana." The brunette looked down at their hands and Brittany pulled them up to her lips, softly kissing the tanned knuckles that were wrapped securely around hers, and forcing Santana to look at her. "It was perfect because every second that I'm with you is perfect."