After getting ready for bed, Brittany crawled under the covers and leaned back into her pillows. Picking the journal back up, she reopened it to where she'd left off before.

June 6, 1941

Dear diary,

I just got home. I went to see the new picture at the drive-in with Grace. I told my parents I liked it, but I honestly don't really know what it was about. It was hard to focus.

I put my hand down in the seat and then she did. And then her pinky finger was touching mine. And I pretty much thought that was more interesting than the film. And then I just...I just took it. And she smiled at me since I'd never been the one to take her hand.

After it was over, we stopped for ice cream on the way home at the little place close to my house. We sat in my driveway eating it. I love summer.

We didn't have long to sit. Her parents wanted her and the car back before it got too late. I was just going to tell her good night like always, but she stopped me before I could get out of the car.

Grace kissed me tonight. It wasn't a cheek kiss or even a friendly, quick on the lips kiss. It was a real kiss. My first real kiss. Her lips were cold from the ice cream. They felt really good.

I really wanted to keep kissing her, but I didn't want anyone else to see. I stopped and told her good night again. She just smiled at me, so I think that was okay.

I don't know what's going on, but I liked that kiss. And I think I should probably just say it...I like my best friend.

Oh God.

I guess I need to find a new hiding place for this diary.

Love,

Maggie

Brittany ran her fingers over Maggie's handwriting. Compared to her usual perfect cursive, this entry seemed slightly more slanted and less elegant. Brittany smiled at the idea that maybe she'd written it hastily in her excitement over the kiss. She thought back to her first and only kiss with Santana and how jittery she'd felt afterwards. She quickly turned to the first blank page of the journal and flipped backwards, finding her own last entry. The one she'd written about kissing Santana. Her handwriting was absolutely sloppy compared to Maggie's neat script, but this entry was particularly messy. She remembered how her hands had been shaking as she'd written about the most amazing kiss she'd ever experienced. It made her want to kiss Santana again.

Deciding to resume Maggie's story another day, Brittany turned to the next blank page in the journal and fished a pen out of her nightstand drawer. She felt like she at least owed an explanation for breaking her promise not to read it.

Dear Maggie,

I owe you an apology. I wrote before that I wouldn't read any of the thoughts and feelings that didn't belong to me. But I needed a distraction earlier and so I started reading your story. You'll never know that I read it, or that I am saying sorry for reading it, but I'll feel better after I apologize, so...I'm sorry.

I guess I should also apologize for reading the whole thing. I haven't finished it yet, but I'm going to. I'm already hooked—can't turn back now. So I'm sorry again.

Also, I'm rooting for you and Grace.

I hope wherever you are now, if you're still around, that you're happy.

Love,

Brittany

The blonde closed the journal and set it gently on the nightstand. She still wanted to read more, but she was definitely getting more tired now, and she had work in the morning. After turning off the bedside lamp, she snuggled further down into the covers. It had been a really good day for one Miss Brittany Pierce.

The next morning found Brittany smiling happily while on her way up to the 17th floor. When she finally rounded the last corner separating her from Santana, she immediately went straight into her boss's office. As always, Santana was sitting behind her desk, looking down at a pile of notes. She was concentrating hard on whatever she was looking at. Her brows were furrowed again, and she had her bottom lip between her teeth. Was there anything in this damn world that she didn't look sexy doing?

Hearing Brittany enter her office, she set her pen down and looked up at the blonde.

"Good morning, Brittany. How was your night?" she asked with a genuine smile on her face. Brittany amended her previous internal commentary—Santana was sexy and adorable.

"It was fine, thanks. How was yours? Did you sleep better?"

The smile remained on her face, but Brittany thought she saw a hint of frustration behind Santana's eyes.

"About the same as usual, I guess. It's okay, though. I'm used to it."

"You know, I have a theory about that. About why you can't sleep."

Santana's gaze became curious. Brittany still wasn't really used to the feeling she got when she was the object of Santana's scrutiny.

"Is that so?" she asked, leaning back in her chair and steepling her fingers beneath her chin. "And what is your theory?"

Brittany gulped. Fuck it.

"Have dinner with me tonight, and I'll tell you."

Santana clenched and reclenched her jaw as silence erupted between them. Brittany was just preparing herself for Santana's usual refusal when a small smile appeared on the brunette's face.

"Okay," she said softly.

Brittany just blinked at her. Had Santana said yes?

Her smile widened a little when Brittany didn't say anything. "You seem surprised, Brittany."

"I—well..." Brittany couldn't force the words out.

"Are you sure you wanted me to say yes?" Santana asked around another smirk.

The blonde took a steadying breath. "Yes. Of course I wanted you to say yes. I just...am surprised you did, I guess."

"I kind of am too," she said quietly. She started again before Brittany could say anything. "This isn't a date, okay?"

Brittany nodded seriously. She figured as much. This would be a slow process, and she was okay with that. Santana accepted her nod and continued.

"So what did you have in mind then, Ms. Pierce?"

Brittany smiled. She liked when Santana called her that. And little dreamcatcher. And just Brittany, for that matter.

"Come home with me at 5 when I get off. I'll cook. You'll help."

"Demanding," Santana said, her eyes twinkling.

"You said it wasn't a date," Brittany replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Plus, there's no such thing as a free meal, you know," she said with a wink before leaving the office to answer voicemails. She knew Santana was watching her leave. It felt good.

Once seated at her desk, she looked up to see if Santana was still looking at her. The brunette had her head tilted to the side, the ghost of her earlier smile still etched on her lips. Her eyes were locked with Brittany's. The blonde tried to keep her internal flailing under control, but she knew she was smiling like a fool. Santana Lopez had just agreed to have dinner with her. Sure, she said it wasn't a date. But still.

Wrenching her eyes away from her boss, she picked up the receiver and began her morning routine. Four voicemails later, she checked the itinerary for today's date. Santana had quite a few meetings scheduled again; hopefully, that meant the day would pass more quickly. Reentering the office, she laid out the schedule for Santana.

"Three new client consultations today at 11, 2, and 4. Before the 11 o'clock appointment, you have a brief phone conference at 9:30."

Brittany handed over the list with the accompanying names.

"Got it," Santana said as she slid the list towards herself. She started perusing Brittany's notes without another word. Figuring Santana was already in work mode, Brittany turned around to leave her to it.

"Oh, and Brittany?" Santana said as the blonde reached the door. Brittany turned around to see Santana looking up, and she quirked an eyebrow at her boss.

"Thank you," she said, tapping the end of her pen twice on the little post-it note Brittany had given her.

Brittany just nodded at her with a smile, already internally swooning again at how Santana always made her feel.