Friday passed in exactly the opposite way that Wednesday had. Wednesday had passed quickly, with much anticipation for their non-date; Friday, on the other hand, passed slowly, dragging on toward the time of their non-labeled time together with amazing sluggishness.
By the time 5 o'clock rolled around, Brittany was dying to leave. She wanted to be somewhere else, with Santana. Alone.
"Ready to go?" her boss asked from the doorway of her office.
Brittany smiled up at her from her desk and gathered her bag and keys. Finally.
After they got down to Santana's car, Brittany felt the edginess that had been on and off all day start to resurface. She was going to Santana's house. She wondered what her condo was like—what colors she'd chosen to paint the walls, if she had a big bed...
Brittany shook her head, trying to dislodge those thoughts. She wouldn't last in control very long if she was already thinking about Santana's bed.
"You okay?" Santana asked, seemingly noticing Brittany's head shake.
"Oh yeah...just...it was nothing." Smooth cover up. "So uh...what are we doing tonight?" Brittany asked quickly, trying to move on from her weird moment.
"Well...I'm no genius in the kitchen like you are, and we gotta eat, so...I was wondering if you like Thai food?" She took her eyes off traffic for a brief moment to look over at Brittany hopefully, like she was trying to make up for not being able to cook. Yes, she was being adorable.
"Thai sounds perfect," the blonde replied with a smile.
Santana nodded, glad her suggestion had been accepted. "There's a really good place that delivers to the condo."
After getting Brittany's order, she called the restaurant. They said they'd be there in 30 minutes.
"Fast, for a Friday night," Brittany said when Santana hung up.
"Yeah, they're really good. We're almost there, so we won't have to wait long."
After a few more minutes, Santana pulled her Audi into a small parking garage. There was only space for 10-15 cars.
She led them into a large building and up two flights of stairs before she stopped.
"This is me..." she said timidly, like she was nervous again.
She inserted her key and they stepped inside. After Santana turned on the lights, Brittany looked around, impressed.
They were standing in the living room of a very large, open condo, and the other rooms seemed to branch off down the hall. Like Santana's Audi, this condo screamed money.
"Er yeah...this is my place. Kitchen through there," she pointed to an arched doorway leading off to a decent-sized kitchen. "Office is through there, spare bedroom there," she said, gesturing to more doors. "Then, down the hall, bathroom on the right, laundry room on the left. And then my bedroom at the end," she finished, looking at Brittany like she was scared she might not like it.
"Santana, this is a beautiful condo," Brittany said happily, taking her shoes off and moving further into it.
"Thanks," she said sheepishly, shuffling her foot across the lush carpet. "Have a seat...I thought maybe we could watch a movie?"
"That sounds perfect," Brittany said as she made her way to Santana's nice black leather couch. Looking around the room, she tried to find things that made this place Santana's, not just a person with a lot of money. There weren't any pictures on the walls, and the paint was just a clean, bare white.
"How long did you say you've lived here?" Brittany asked while Santana grabbed the remote to her flat-screen. Maybe she just hadn't gotten around to getting everything sorted yet.
"Oh, um...a few months," Santana said. She was watching Brittany look around the room like she knew why Brittany had asked.
Deciding not to push the subject, Brittany changed it to a lighter one. "So, what are we watching?"
Santana smiled a flirty little smile at Brittany before she pulled out a familiar-looking DVD and sat it on her knees facing Brittany.
"Did I tell you I really liked my dream the other night?"
Brittany couldn't help it; she burst into laughter as Santana put in the last of the Harry Potter movies.
"Fair enough. Although you know I can't not think of you as at least a little bit nerdy now," Brittany said playfully.
Santana just shrugged, like she didn't care at all.
She was about to hit the play button when they heard a knock at the door. Several minutes later, they were both happily eating their Thai food and talking about how cool Dobby was.
Brittany now knew that there was no turning back; Santana Lopez was probably the most perfect person she'd ever met.
With the movie playing in the background, Brittany looked over at Santana. She was looking back at Brittany, a genuine smile pulling at her lips.
"I'm glad you came over with me today," she said quietly.
"I'm glad I did too."
"Really?" she asked even more quietly.
Brittany furrowed her eyebrows. Why would anyone not want to spend time with this amazing person?
"Of course. Santana, I may have a hard time keeping my eyes off you...and okay, maybe sometimes my hands too...but that's not why I like you."
A small smile was starting to pull at the corner of Santana's mouth. "Why do you like me?"
"Because you make me smile. And you intrigue me. You make me want to know you."
The smile started to grow wider with every word.
"And all that would still be true even if you weren't the most beautiful person I've ever seen."
Santana looked down, shaking her head.
"You're crazy."
Brittany looked down too, thinking that Santana might actually be right.
They spent the rest of the evening with Santana firing off questions at Brittany. It seemed she was just as curious about Brittany as Brittany was about her. By the end of the evening, she was pretty sure Santana knew even the silly things about her, like the fact that she preferred apple to grape jelly. She liked that Santana wanted to know everything.
After answering a particularly tough question about whether or not she thought racing cars was a sport, Brittany had to stifle her first yawn of the evening.
"And we've finally done it. I'm boring you," Santana said playfully.
Brittany laughed and shook her head. "You could never bore me. I'm just—sleepy," Brittany said around another yawn.
"Then let me take you home," Santana said, getting up and offering Brittany her hand.
Brittany took it just because she'd been dying to touch Santana all evening, but she declined the offer.
"Santana, I can catch a cab. It's no big deal."
Santana shook her head firmly.
"Nope, I brought you here. Let me take you home. I want to."
At these words, a very sly smirk spread across Brittany's face. "Compromise?"
Santana quirked an eyebrow like she was interested in where this was going.
"Keep holding my hand on the way back, and okay."
Santana laughed. "You should have asked for more than that, Pierce. I was gonna do that anyway."
Brittany's jaw dropped. God, she loved it when Santana used different names for her.
"But—" she started, but Santana cut her off, pulling her towards the door. "No buts, a deal's a deal," she said with a wicked little grin.
They made their way back to Brittany's apartment in a happy silence, Brittany using her free hand to trace Santana's.
When they pulled up at the curb in front of Brittany's apartment building, Santana put the car in park and got out, surprising Brittany. She walked the blonde right up to the outside doorstep.
"You didn't have to walk me to the door," said Brittany, smiling at the brunette.
Santana smiled back, like she knew something Brittany didn't.
"Dates walk their dates to the door at the end of the evening," she said simply.
Brittany's brain was still in the middle of trying to process that statement when Santana chuckled and gently put her hands on both of Brittany's cheeks. Brittany was still pretty much in shock when the woman then lightly pulled Brittany towards her. And just when the blonde finally processed that this was about to happen, was really about to happen, Santana's lips met hers tenderly. She gave Brittany the sweetest, lightest of kisses before she pulled back, beaming.
"I hope that was okay," she whispered softly. Her hands were still on Brittany's cheeks; she could feel Santana's thumb grazing her cheekbone.
Brittany had no words. "Okay" was nowhere near the word she was thinking of to describe what had just happened, but she couldn't seem to get her mouth to work, so she just nodded.
Santana smiled at Brittany's inability to communicate.
"Good night, then, Brittany. I had fun tonight."
Santana gave one last stroke of her thumb across Brittany's cheek and let her hands fall. Brittany's brain was finally working enough to force a few words out.
"Good night, Santana."
With that, the brunette turned around to get back in her car, and Brittany entered her apartment building in another Santana-induced daze.