"She's so hot." Brittany fanned herself watching the girls walk away, Mike chuckled.

"May I suggest tomorrow night for their first lesson, other places charge like 200 dollars per couple..."

"I though they were sisters?" Brittany deflated.

"So, there's still two of them." Tina shrugged "Why can't we charge them like other places charge couples, I mean they are taking the private lessons together."

Mike shrugged "I don't care, but I don't want to be 'that' dance studio, what's the low end price?"

Brittany laughed "We'll never be 'that' studio"

Tina laughed shaking her head "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted...other places charge 200 dollars but the low end ones are 50."

"Low price, high quality." Brittany nodded.

"We need to make profit so I say 60 at least." Tina said, Mike and Brittany agreed.

"Let's do it."

"Would you like to call Ms. Lopez." Tina grinned.

"Let's call and go to dinner to celebrate and then hit the club." Mike grinned. "I'll call Ms. Fabray."

"See if they're up for tomorrow." Tina said opening a note book.

Tossing the pretzels in the trash when they were out of sight of their father the girls hailed a cab, they didn't need to but they did anyway, it helped to keep them grounded. "So what's the plan?" Quinn asked eagerly.

"I'm going to wing it." Santana said not having the slightest clue what she was going to do, "Must you face palm in front of me?" Santana muttered.

"You are part Love goddess, think Santana, what would win this girl over?" Quinn shook her head frustrated.

"Well if she likes girls..."

"Which she does." Quinn promised.

"Then this hot body should work...again with the face palm?" Santana said looking over to see Quinn covering her face with one hand and shaking her head disappointed.

"You're hurting me..."

"Oh I can hurt you." Santana interrupted glaring at her sister.

"Shut up and answer your phone." Quinn laughed as both their phones went off at the same time, laughing harder when Quinn saw the panic in the Latina's eyes at the unknown number Quinn cleared her throat before answering her phone. "Quinn Fabray."

Santana poked the phone holding it up to her ear "Santana Lopez."

"Hi this is Brittany S. Pierce from B. Fierce Dance studio, we spoke a few moments ago."

"Yes, hello Miss Pierce." Santana replied stepping away from Quinn.

"You can call me Brittany."

"Brittany." Santana repeated trying not to smile, it didn't work "I hope you're calling with good news."

"That depends how does tomorrow night for your first lesson sound?"

"What time?" Santana turned away from Quinn so she wouldn't see her smiling.

"Our last class ends around 6, so 6:15 or 6:30?"

"We'll be there." Santana beamed.

"Dress comfortable and in whatever style of shoes you will be wearing for the wedding."

"I will thank you."

"Good night Miss Lopez."

"It's Santana, good night Brittany."

"Hi this is Mike from B. Fierce."

"Hi Mike." Quinn smiled watching Santana step away from her her "So let's pretend you're telling me everything your partner is telling my sister."

"Uh..."

"You're going to help me get my sister together with Brittany, I know she likes my sister."

"She does." Mike admitted though he didn't know why.

"So what are we going to do about it?" Quinn asked.

"Um...We're going to a club later, we could accidentally bump into each other." he suggested quietly.

"But aren't you Brittany's go to dance partner?" Quinn asked already knowing the answer.

"Yea," Mike said dejectedly.

"Okay do me a favor...dance with Tina."

"Uh..."

"Just trust me, I know what I'm doing." Quinn promised, two birds, one stone.

"Okay." Mike had no idea what the woman was planning "So we're going to a club called Single to Mingle after dinner."

"Sounds good we'll accidentally meet you there." Quinn nodded.

"Oh our price is 60 for you both and tomorrow at 6:30."

"That's great we'll see you tomorrow. Bye." Quinn smiled.

"Bye."

"Dinner and dancing." Quinn said tucking her phone away as Santana did the same, walking towards her Quinn suggested "They opened a new Breadstix, if you'd like to see if it lives up to the original."

"If it doesn't I'm calling corporate." Santana muttered.

Rolling her eyes Quinn tugged Santana to a taxi "Come on, let's get showered and change then food and dancing."