After Brittany wakes up the next morning, she works on some material for her improv class at the dance studio, then goes to the library to try to finish the rest of her homework. She spends a lot of the time trying not to get too distracted by texting with Santana, but she pretty much fails when Santana sends her funny questions and things that are so much more interesting than History or Government or Math could ever be. They discover that they have a somewhat similar schedule and can eat lunch together a few times a week, starting with Monday.

On Monday, class goes slowly, but she soon gets to meet Santana for lunch. She laughs nearly the entire time and feels so much better about heading to Math now that she's in a much better mood. During Wednesday's lunch date, Santana again mentions the party on Friday. Santana seems so excited that Brittany agrees to go, trusting that she would never take her to a party like the kinds she'd had to attend with Tommy.

Thursday, she goes to LGBTA and sits between Santana and Sam. She feels bad, because she's only been able to meet him once this week to go to the gym, but between classes, studio time, Santana time, and the insane amount of time she spends in the library, it's been hard to find a time that works for them both. Luckily, he doesn't seem to mind. The meeting goes quickly, and aside from a few sneers sent Santana's way and a few curious glances at Brittany, the Anna girl mostly keeps her distance.

After class on Friday, Brittany spends some time at the practice studio working on one of her dance classes before heading to her room to get ready. She checks her phone.

From Santana: I'm really excited you're coming with me tonight. Or I guess us. Either way, I'm excited.

From Mercedes: Girl what color are you wearing?

From Sam: Mercedes really wants to know what color you're wearing.

From Kurt: Hey Brittany! What color are you wearing tonight?

Brittany laughs out loud at the texts. She's so happy that she seems to be making friends with such great people and quickly responds to everyone.

To Santana: I am going with you, silly. And your friends. But mostly you. I'm excited too.

To Mercedes: Probably black and red, I think?

To Sam: What color are you wearing, Sam?

To Kurt: Black and red. Next time, you better help me pick what to wear.

As she starts getting ready, her phone continues to ping with incoming texts.

From Santana: :) Meet you at your dorm to walk over?

To Santana: Of course. See you in a bit!

From Mercedes: Good. I didn't want us to clash.

From Sam: A pink spandex suit.

From Kurt: Good, I didn't want us to clash. And next time for sure. :)

Brittany puts her phone down so she can focus on getting ready. She's wearing a black dress—it's pretty short, but so what?—with her favorite red high heels. After getting dressed, she does her hair and makeup and checks herself out in the mirror. Not bad, she thinks. She hopes Santana will like it.

From Santana: We're out front, come down!

Grabbing her bag, Brittany runs downstairs. As soon as she exits the building, she sees Santana wearing a tight white dress with black heels. She looks absolutely stunning. Brittany becomes aware that her mouth is hanging open and quickly shuts it, but she can't stop staring. It seems Santana's having a similar problem.

Santana diverts her eyes first, bringing them up to Brittany's face. "You look...wow. Beautiful, Britt. You look stunning."

"You look so amazing, San." She then remembers that there are several other people there with them. "You all look amazing too. Let's go!"

They get to the party, which is pretty loud but not intolerable. Brittany had promised herself she'd only have one or two drinks, no matter what anyone else tells her to drink. However, she's pleasantly surprised that nobody seems to have any desire to pressure her into drinking. Santana also isn't drinking very much; she'd noticed Brittany's hesitance to come tonight and doesn't want to make things uncomfortable for her. They spend the first two hours of the party in a corner, talking (read: flirting) with each other when Santana realizes that she hasn't seen Kurt in a while, so she goes to the kitchen to check on him.

When Santana walks away, Brittany sees Anna eyeing her up, then walking over towards her.

"You look really hot," Anna says in what Brittany suspects is supposed to be a sexy voice but is more grating than anything.

"Uh, thanks."

"I think you and I should get out of here," she says, slurring a few of her words and running her finger down Brittany's arm.

"No, I don't think so. I'm here with Santana, and she's on her way back over, so maybe you should go away." Santana walks back over as Brittany is telling Anna this.

Anna squares her shoulders, not accepting defeat, but sways a little bit. "I'm so much hotter." Brittany actually laughs out loud, and Santana beams at her. Anna starts to look really angry. "Yeah, well, you should probably know that bitch has a dick. Like, a real fucking dick. Isn't that right, he-she?"

Brittany looks at Santana, expecting this to be some sort of mean joke or something, but Santana's eyes just get really wide and start to fill with tears. She mumbles out a few words, then runs from the house.

After two very long, silent seconds, Brittany bolts after her. She runs out of the house just in time to hear Mercedes laying a verbal smackdown on Anna. Thankfully, her long legs and lack of tears mean she catches up to Santana pretty quickly. Grabbing her arm, she urges the Latina to turn and face her. Brittany's heart breaks at the tears running down her face, and she pulls her into her arms tightly. Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's back and cries for a few minutes before her sobs start to calm down. Then, she pulls away, wiping under her eyes and mumbling apologies.

"Don't apologize, San. You didn't do anything wrong. But…why are you so sad? Is what she said true? I mean…" Brittany trails off, because she honestly doesn't know what it means. Can girls have a penis? She suspects anything is possible.

"I...yeah. I was born with one. And…but...I'm a woman. My boobs are real, and I don't take hormones, and I'm all girl, Brittany, except this one random part." Santana decides honesty is the only way to go at this point but then panics, because she's sure Brittany is going to walk away.

"Shh, San. It's okay. I swear it's okay. It doesn't matter," Brittany says soothingly.

Santana just looks at her, because there's no way anyone could be okay with this...but then she remembers, they're just friends. Her friends are fine with it. "Yeah. It's okay, because we're just friends. Right?" She doesn't mean for it to sound aggressive, but it does. Brittany recognizes this as defensiveness, and she understands why. Something very personal has just been revealed about Santana, and on top of that, Brittany knows she's been sending pretty mixed signals.

Suddenly, it hits her. She's not really mixed up; she knows exactly what she wants. So she puts her hands on Santana's cheeks, brushes the tears away from under her eyes, and then leans in slowly, giving Santana plenty of time to pull away. Seeing no resistance, Brittany presses her lips to Santana's fuller lips, and she doesn't know how she's lived her whole life without this feeling. Butterflies erupt in her stomach as Santana starts to kiss her back, putting her hands on Brittany's waist. Brittany takes Santana's bottom lip between hers and sucks gently, running the tip of her tongue across it. Santana lets out a breath into Brittany's mouth that holds the slight vibrations of a very faint moan. After several minutes, they pull apart. Brittany continues wiping tears off Santana's face as Santana smiles beautifully up at her.

"I don't want to go back to the party," Santana says quietly.

Brittany hates how small she sounds. "Are you sure? I think Mercedes might have killed Anna." She tries to lighten the mood. It works a little, as Santana chuckles.

"You're probably right...but I think I'd just like to walk you home, if that's okay? If you want to go back to the party, I understand."

"No, San. The only reason I came was to hang out with you. Plus, I'm kind of tired myself."

Santana nods and stands there awkwardly for a moment, looking like she's having some sort of internal debate. "Britt, can I hold your hand? Would that be okay?"

Brittany just smiles and links their hands together in reply.

During their walk back, they sometimes ask each other random questions and sometimes just stay silent, enjoying each other's company. When they get back to the dorm, neither of them wants to be the one to say goodbye, but since it's Brittany's stop, she bites the bullet. "Despite Anna's stupidity, I had a good time tonight. And you really do look so pretty, San." Santana smiles at her. "Do you think I could see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely." She leans up and kisses Brittany sweetly for a few seconds before pulling away and giving her hand a squeeze. "You look beautiful too. Good night Britt, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Text me when you get back so I know you're home. I don't like that you're walking alone."

"I'll be fine. I promise I'll text you as soon as I get back."

Santana kisses her lips one last time before kissing her gently on the cheek, then letting go of her hands and walking down the sidewalk. Brittany watches her retreating figure until she can't see her anymore, then goes up to her room, relieved to find Rachel already asleep. After washing her face, brushing her teeth, and changing into comfortable clothes, she lays down in bed and waits for Santana's text. While lying there, she can't help but think about what she found out tonight. Brittany knows that fundamentally, she doesn't care. She's adamant about gender not being what makes her like someone. However, she's still a little confused about the mechanics of it all, but isn't sure how to talk to Santana about it. Suddenly, she feels her phone go off.

From Santana: Back safe and sound. Also, I know you must be confused. I'm sorry I wasn't okay to talk about it tonight and that I didn't already tell you. But maybe tomorrow we could go to the park and talk about whatever. My…everything. Is that okay?

Brittany is glad that Santana is presenting her with this opportunity, and she definitely wants to reiterate that this isn't something that's going to make her walk away.

To Santana: I'm glad you're safe. And I'm glad we'll get to talk, but just know that no matter what, it doesn't change anything. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met.

From Santana: You're amazing. Sweet dreams, B. I'll text you in the morning.

To Santana: You make it easy to be amazing. Sweet dreams to you too. Can't wait to see you again.

Brittany finds that when she lets her feelings just be what they want—like when she kissed Santana—some of that heavy weight in her stomach eases just a bit. She falls asleep quickly, dreaming of beautiful brown eyes and the most beautiful smile ever.


Throughout the night, Brittany wakes up a few times. Each time she wakes up, she checks her phone, unable to hold back her excitement at seeing or hearing from Santana again. She's pleasantly surprised that the excitement is no longer followed immediately by apprehension.

However, she isn't totally naïve. She knows that this thing with Santana is new, and she doesn't know her very well yet. Old habits die hard, and she's not really sure how to act in a relationship—or whatever this thing with Santana is—because she's never been with anybody that she actually had feelings for. She's pretty sure that's why her relationship with Tommy didn't totally destroy her; at the end of the day, no matter what he did or said to her, she didn't really love him anyway. One day, while out shopping with her mother, they stopped as they passed the window of a wedding boutique. Her mother told her that she couldn't wait to go wedding dress shopping with her and to plan the wedding, and that Tommy would look great in a tux. When Brittany said she didn't love Tommy, her mother replied that love has no place in a marriage. Brittany cried that night.

She desperately hopes she's better than all of that, and only in moments where her deepest insecurities bubble to the surface does she think that maybe she isn't.

Her text message tone interrupts her depressing thoughts, and she excitedly picks it up.

From Santana: Still up for the park today? Can I pick you up at noon? If later is better, just let me know.

To Santana: Noon is great. See you soon!

Glancing at the time, she realizes she only has an hour and a half to get ready. She quickly gets out of bed and shoves a granola bar in her mouth since she has no idea if there are plans for lunch. Then, she grabs her stuff and goes to the bathroom, happy to find that not all the showers are occupied. Then again, it is 10:30 on a Saturday morning; everyone else is probably still sleeping. When she's done showering, she heads back to her bedroom.

After drying and straightening her hair in record time, she gets dressed...like 15 times. She has no idea what to wear. When she's in some combination of a dress and jeans, Rachel walks in.

"Hello, Brittany. Nice to see you're up. I went to the practice room as to not wake you. I hope you slept well."

"Thanks Rach." She smiles at her as Rachel looks at what appears to be the closet exploded all over Brittany's bed.

"Not that it's any of my business, Brittany, but are you going on a date?"

Brittany pauses. Is she? No, Santana didn't say it was a date; she just said they could go to the park and talk. "No, just the park with, uh, a friend. I don't know what to wear."

Rachel is pretty sure she understands what that means—just a friend, but Brittany wants it to be more—so she decides to help. "How about this?" She holds up a white sundress.

Brittany cocks her head to the side. It's cute, but..."Mmm, grass stains. Plus, it's hard to sit on the ground in dresses that short. My legs are long."

Rachel laughs, because anyone with eyes can see that Brittany's legs are long. "Hm, yeah. How about this? Is it a shirt?" She holds up a strapless top.

Brittany goes to the closet and finds some shorts to go with the top. "Yes! Perfect! Thanks so much, Rach!"

Hoping that they're on their way to becoming friends, Rachel smiles. "No problem. Glad I could help."

Brittany changes her clothes right there in front of Rachel, who quickly averts her eyes. She's learned that Brittany isn't shy. Apparently, most dancers aren't.

Once she's dressed, Brittany grabs a bag and throws in two water bottles (just in case Santana gets thirsty too, even though she'd totally just share), some gum, wallet, keys, and a bottle of bubbles. It's a quarter to noon when she's all ready, and, unable to contain her excitement, she decides to wait for Santana outside.