Once they're seated in the restaurant, Brittany admits that she's never had Mediterranean food before.

"Really?!" Santana's shocked.

"Yep. No interesting food, really. My town is kind of small, so there's only bad Mexican and Chinese. I haven't had most kinds of food." Brittany hopes Santana won't judge her, but Santana's just sitting there, silent and staring at her. Starting to feel uncomfortable, Brittany is just about to open her mouth and try to justify this again when Santana's face splits into a huge grin.

"Oh man! This is going to be so fun! I have so much to show you. Have you ever had sushi? If you've only ever had bad Mexican, then you've definitely never had good Puerto Rican food. I mean, I'm not an excellent cook, but I'm way better than bad Mexican. Uh, if you want to! I didn't mean to assume you'd want to," Santana says very quickly, her huge smile vanishing as her eyes grow bigger at her assumption that Brittany would want to do all of these things with her.

"You can go ahead and assume that from here on out, I want to spend time with you and do things with you. If that changes, I'll let you know. Although I don't think it will, because, I mean, who wouldn't want to be around you? You're kind of wonderful." Santana blushes and ducks her head bashfully. When she looks back up, Brittany is wearing a gentle smile—a beautiful, beautiful smile. "Will you order for me?"

Santana's smile grows bigger, if that's even possible; she's always wanted to order for someone, to have someone trust her enough to do so. It seems like such a silly idea, but it's just something that she's seen people do and has always wondered if she'd ever get to. "Well, since you've never this food, how about I just order a few things, and that way, you get to try a couple options? We can share everything."

"That sounds awesome."

Santana opens the menu excitedly. "So not all of this stuff is Mediterranean. There's also North African and Middle Eastern, so it's kind of all over the place."

Brittany just nods. She misses the feeling of Santana's hand in hers, so she reaches out, and Santana slides her right hand across to hold Brittany's left. "You're left-handed?"

Santana nods, and Brittany smiles, loving that she gets to learn these little things about her. Soon, their food comes, and Brittany learns that she loves hummus and baba ganoush and that dolmas might be her new favorite food. Falafel is kind of boring, though Santana swears it's better in a wrap. Overall, they have an excellent time. Brittany doesn't think she's ever laughed so hard while eating—or maybe ever.

Brittany's digging through her bag to find her wallet, fully intending to pay because Santana has shown her such an amazing time and it's the least she could do, but before the waiter can even set the bill down, Santana has already given him her credit card. "Santana!"

Santana chuckles, but then looks a little nervous. "Well, I was really hoping this was a date, and since I brought you, I paid."

Brittany beams. This wonderful feeling has already started to fill that place where anxiety existed before, and it feels like luck mixed with something amazing. "Then I'll pay on the next date."

"So...we'll have a next date?" Santana asks hopefully.

"As long as you accept, I think there will absolutely be a next date."

They leave the restaurant, both feeling incredibly happy with each other.

"Any plans for tonight?" Santana asks casually.

Brittany desperately wishes the answer could be no, but if she doesn't get some of her homework done, she'll have to spend the whole day at the library tomorrow. "I have to do homework. Unfortunately."

Santana wonders if it would seem too desperate to offer to help, but she isn't ready for their night to end just yet. "Would you mind if I went with you? I have some homework too. Plus...I kind of want to keep hanging out with you."

Brittany's pout quickly becomes a smile. She hadn't wanted to bother Santana and ask her to go to the library to help her again, because she doesn't want Santana to think she's stupid, but if she's already going to be there..."Not at all. Maybe you could help me with Government like last time? I think I mostly get it, but your help might make things a little easier to understand."

"Definitely! Let's stop at my apartment and I'll get my homework, and then we'll stop at your dorm and you can grab yours, and then we can head to the library." Santana's glad Brittany asked for her help. For one, she really likes that she can help her, and for another, she doesn't actually have much homework to do.

"Would it ruin my chances with you if I put on sweatpants and flip flops? Is it too early for that?"

Santana laughs, because she's happy that Brittany thinks they have a chance together, because she's already seen Brittany in sweats when they ate lunch together after her dance class, and because honestly, Brittany could wear a grocery bag and still look hot as hell. "No, that's perfect. I'll also change into sweatpants. Because while these jeans make my ass look bangin', they are tight," Santana jokes.

"They really do."

"What?"

"Make your ass look bangin'." Brittany winks at her.

Santana blushes. "I was just joking."

"Well, I wasn't," Brittany says with finality.

They reach Santana's apartment and enter. "I like it, it's nice!"

"Quinn did most of the decorating. I just brought the TV and DVDs."

Brittany turns toward the entertainment center, noticing the impressive TV.

"Be right back." Santana kisses Brittany on the cheek and runs into her room, then comes out wearing black sweats, a white v-neck, and flip-flops. Brittany notes that she's most definitely still wearing the compression shorts. It makes her sad, for some reason, that Santana has to wear them.

They get back in the car and drive to Brittany's dorm, but there isn't any parking close by. "Just pull up, I'll run up quickly."

"I want to see your dorm room!" Santana whines half-jokingly.

"I promise you will. When there's parking." Brittany leans over to kiss Santana, and what she intended to be a peck turns into a light makeout session. After a few minutes, she pulls away, lightly kisses Santana on the lips once more, and jumps out. Santana watches her run up the steps and into the building. While she's looking forward to everything with Brittany, she isn't particularly looking forward to boners in these compression shorts.

When they get to the library, they set up their books. It takes about five minutes of Santana pretending to do homework while watching Brittany struggle and hoping she'll just ask for help, before she offers and Brittany gladly accepts. Their chairs get closer and closer together until their thighs are pressed tightly together, and Brittany's foot often brushes Santana's leg as she explains something to her. After they make it far beyond what Brittany had thought she'd get through for the night, they decide it's enough.

"I'm sorry I require so much help." Brittany's really insecure about this topic, Santana can tell.

"You don't require anything, B. I want to help. I like helping you." She nudges her shoulder as they walk through the library doors.

"So...this might be totally lame. Please tell me if it is. But I really don't want to end our wonderful day with studying, so do you want to watch a movie or something? You can say no."

Santana smiles, because she's pretty sure Brittany just read her mind. "My place or yours?"

"Well, you do have that awesome TV." Brittany runs her hand up Santana's arm, and Santana shivers. This girl.

"Alright, mine then. Let's go. I can take you back after the movie."

Brittany nods her head. A small part of her wishes Santana had asked her to stay over, but most of her is glad that Santana is giving her the time that she said she would.


Back at Santana's apartment, they set their backpacks down.

"Pick a movie. I'm going to get us something to drink. Water, milk, Sprite, or OJ?"

Brittany is momentarily thrown by the idea that she gets to pick the movie. She doesn't think she's ever picked the movie when watching it with someone else; Tommy never let her, her sister was way too bossy, her parents never really watched movies with her, and her friends just assumed she'd want to watch what they wanted to watch.

Santana is still watching her expectantly. Oh yeah, drink. "Water please." She walks over to the shelf, noting that Santana seems to be a big fan of horror and action movies, though she has a little bit of everything. Pulling Texas Chainsaw Massacre off the shelf, she sits on the couch. When Santana returns with her water and some orange juice for herself, she puts the movie in and grabs the remote.

"Good choice." Santana says approvingly before realizing she has a decision to make—where to sit on the couch. More than anything, she desperately wants to cuddle with Brittany, but she's unsure if that'll make her uncomfortable. She decides to be bold and sits with her back in the corner of the couch, hoping that Brittany will want to lie against her. Brittany is slightly bolder, and she grabs Santana's ankles, sliding her down so that she's laying against the arm, and then crawls on top of her and tucks her head under Santana's chin.

Santana barely hesitates for a second before wrapping her arms around Brittany. As soon as she does, she feels Brittany nuzzle in further, and she thinks she could probably explode from all of the happy she feels right now. Since she's seen this movie a million times, while Brittany pays rapt attention, her thoughts begin to wander.

She thinks about their conversation this afternoon and feels overwhelming relief that Brittany seems totally unphased by the idea that she has a penis. Intrigued, sure (who wouldn't be?), but otherwise, totally unphased. Then, she remembers what Brittany had told her about losing her virginity—or, really, having it taken from her—and it makes Santana sick to her stomach all over again. If she ever meets this guy, she will rearrange his face without hesitation.

Something must have happened in the movie, because Brittany suddenly screams and buries her face in Santana's neck. "Protect me, San!" She giggles, unaware of Santana's current train of thought.

Santana tightens her arms and kisses the top of Brittany's head. "Always, Britt. I've got you." The seriousness with which she says that is not lost on Brittany, and she shivers slightly in Santana's arms.

At some point during the movie, Quinn comes home and is met with the sight of Santana lying on the couch with Brittany on top of her, completely tangled together, watching some gross horror movie—which, by the way, is the worst date movie ever. She'll have to explain that to Santana. On the other hand, Santana clearly isn't doing too badly on her own.

Quinn doesn't want to be skeptical of Brittany, but she's skeptical of anyone who shows Santana any kind of attention. Looking at the way Santana is currently trailing her fingers up and down Brittany's back and kissing the top of her head every time Brittany tenses up, Quinn can tell she's already pretty attached to the blonde. She decides she'll have to talk to Brittany sometime soon, just to make sure. She wants to be happy for Santana, but first and foremost, she wants to protect her. "Hey San. Hey Brittany."

Santana smiles at her, like "Look what I've got" or "Look how amazing this is," and Quinn smiles back. If it turns out that Brittany is for real, she knows Santana deserves this so much. Brittany lifts her head and waves hello before nestling her head back under Santana's chin. Quinn goes to her bedroom to give them some space, deciding that the interrogation can wait for another day.

After the movie ends, they just lay there for a few minutes, Brittany nuzzling her nose up and down Santana's jawline before placing light kisses there. Santana sighs, because it feels so amazing. Simple affection. Brittany then lifts her head and presses her lips to Santana's. Santana gently runs her tongue along Brittany's bottom lip, hoping she'll open for her. She does, and Santana gently massages Brittany's tongue with her own.

Brittany moans quietly. This is the most amazing thing she's ever felt. She pushes her tongue lightly against Santana's, and their tongues dance together for a while until Santana sucks lightly on the tip of hers. The sensation rocks Brittany a little more than she was expecting, and she gasps. Santana takes this as a cue to slow things down a little, and they trade lazy kisses for a while until things start to get heated again. Brittany starts to feel what she assumes are the beginnings of arousal and gets scared, so she gently pulls away. She hangs her head, expecting Santana to get mad at her for pulling away or leading her on.

Of course, she doesn't. She just brushes the curtain of hair away from Brittany's face and kisses her lightly on the nose. Brittany smiles and lays her head back onto Santana's chest, and Santana's arms automatically surround her.

"You might be perfect," Brittany says quietly.

She's not sure Santana even heard her until she hears, "I'm not...but I'll do my best to be perfect for you."

Santana tightens her hold on Brittany, and Brittany lifts her shirt lightly to touch the skin there. She sees the top of her compression shorts and dislikes them even more when she sees how far they dig into Santana's side and the angry red marks they're leaving. "Santana, you don't need to wear those." She runs her finger along the painful-looking mark. "I mean, I get why you do in public, and it's your decision. But when it's just you and me hanging out or whatever, you really shouldn't feel like you need to wear them if they're uncomfortable. They look painful."

"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable. I usually take them off as soon as I get home."

"Oh Santana. I promise you, no matter what anyone has ever told you in the past, I honestly don't think any different of you than if you had a vagina, or if you were a boy, or if you were a boy with a vagina. I just...those things don't matter to me. It's part of you, and I really like you."

Hearing that makes Santana's heart swell a bit. "You're amazing." She smiles. Brittany tries to reply but yawns instead. "And tired. Let me take you home, babe." Brittany's heart flutters when Santana calls her babe, and she nods, realizing that she really is tired.

As they make the short drive back to Brittany's dorm, something occurs to Brittany. "Your apartment is not on the way from the LGBTA meetings! It's the opposite direction!"

Santana laughs. "You're right. I just really wanted to walk you back that night. Plus I had friends with me, and it wasn't that much out of the way, and it was better than you walking by yourself."

Brittany can't really complain; she'd wanted to spend more time with Santana too.


When they get back to Brittany's dorm, they share another amazing good night kiss—one that makes Brittany tingle with anticipation of seeing Santana again. As soon as she makes it up to her room, she drops her stuff and collapses into bed, not even bothering to change. Her eyes are already drooping when she receives a text.

From Santana: Good night, B. I had an amazing time today. Sweet dreams. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

To Santana: Good night, San. I had an amazing time too. Sweet dreams. And you better.

With that, Brittany drifts off to sleep, her thoughts of Santana turning into what she's pretty sure are the best dreams she's ever had.