Brittany and Santana freeze in shock.

Rachel's eyes continue to widen before she speaks again, "You two are togeth—ah!"

Before she finishes, Brittany yanks her out of everyone's sight, between herself and Santana so she can't get away. "Don't you dare say a word about this. Got it?" the blonde growls. "You didn't see anything."

If she weren't so panicked about their relationship being outed, Santana would definitely be thinking about how attractive her badass, protective Britt is. Fucking Berry.

"I won't! Of course not!" However, being Rachel, she has to voice her question. "But why don't you want to be seen as a couple? You already dated. It's not like it would ruin either of your reputations."

Brittany grips her harder. "What did I tell you about sticking your giant nose where it doesn't belong?"

Unfortunately, the Jewish girl is used to her bullying by now. Over the years, she has learned that Brittany only gets physical when someone actually poses a physical threat to her, which Rachel does not. So, she continues talking. "Fine. If you won't tell me why this has to stay a secret, then I'll tell people about you two."

"Excuse me?" Brittany scowls incredulously.

"You don't understand what you're dealing with, Hobbit," Santana warns.

Rachel smiles before screaming, "Finn! Finn! Somebody help me!"

Both girls panic, and Brittany covers her mouth. "Shut the fuck up, Berry!"

A shadow appears from around the corner, and Brittany quickly lets her go. "Rachel? Santana, Brittany? What's going on?" Finn asks, confused as always. "Are you okay, Rach?"

She glances at the two obviously nervous girls before replying, "Yes, I'm fine. It was just a simple misunderstanding. Thank you, Finn. You can go now."

The tall boy eyes them suspiciously before nodding. "I'll be close by if you need me."

"Thank you, Finn. That's very kind."

He smiles before disappearing.

"Now, are you going to tell me?" Rachel pushes.

Santana glares, but then realizes that her entire lifestyle is on the line. "What's it going to take for you to not tell anyone and for me to not tell you why I can't tell you?" she asks carefully.

"San, you can't trust a dwarf," Brittany warns.

Ignoring the blonde, Rachel takes a moment to ponder her options. It doesn't take her long to figure something out. "How about you join the Glee Club, Santana?"

"Fine."

Brittany and Rachel stare at her in astonishment. Neither of them expected her to agree so quickly, or at all. The shorter brunette quickly recovers. "Wonderful!"

Her smile quickly drops when Santana's expression darkens, and the cheerleader gets up close and personal. "But I'm warning you. If anyone finds out, even your fucking parents, I. Will. End. You." Fear rises in Rachel's eyes, and she nods slightly. "Now go."

Without another word, Rachel quickly flees.

"I can't believe you agreed so fast," Brittany says, shaking her head. "We could've easily kept her mouth shut on fear alone. You can't join Glee, it's social suicide!"

"I figured I could easily make up some bullshit for having to be in Glee. Plus, y'know...I'd be able to spend more time with you," Santana says shyly.

Brittany's heart soars at her sudden bashfulness, and she can't help but plant a sloppy kiss on her lips. "You're adorable."

"No, I'm not," Santana grumbles even though she can't help the blush on her cheeks.

"Whatever you say, cutie pie. Let's go before Quinn gets suspicious. You know, we really need to be more careful. I think she's figuring it out."

"Cutie pie?" Santana scoffs.

"Of course, babe. You're so damn cute, I could just eat you up." Brittany winks, and whoops, the sex shark is back.

Santana's cheeks get even redder as she follows Brittany to search for their friend.


"Are you alright?" Sam asks Quinn, who has a pensive look on her face.

"Hmm? What?" she replies distractedly.

"I said, are you alright? You seem a little spacey."

"I'm just thinking. Have you noticed anything odd about Santana and Brittany? Or is it just me?" Quinn wonders aloud.

"Odd, as in horny?" Quinn gives him a look. "I'm serious! They've been all over each other all day. Are they back together? I've been hearing rumors."

So it's not just her. Still, they would've told her if they were together, right? Suddenly, she spots them walking towards her.

"Hey Quinn, Sam," Brittany greets.

"Hey, you two," the boy replies.

"So Trouty Mouth, I hear you gots your eye on my homegirl here?" Santana asks in her gangster voice. He nods. "Well, just so you know, if you hurt her, I will chop your balls off and cut them into tiny little pieces, and Britts here will shove them so far up your ass, you'll feel them in your throat. Clear?" She smiles angelically. Brittany smirks, and his eyes widen comically before he nods again.

"Ugh, you guys are unbelievable," Quinn laughs. While she also hopes she won't get hurt and appreciates the feeling of being cared for, she can see herself liking Sam and his big smile.

"Looks like the car wash is almost over. Do you guys want to go get something to eat? I can't stand hot dogs," Santana suggests.

"Oooh, like a double date?" Brittany asks enthusiastically.

Santana's eyes widen. Why would Brittany say that? Glancing at her, she suddenly understands: Brittany is giving her an opportunity to publicly deny their feelings. "No Brittany, not like a double date. I told you no already." Brittany pouts, and Santana averts her eyes. Even though she knows it's just for show, she feels guilty for putting such a sad look on Brittany's face.

Quinn rolls her eyes. Guess Brittany's plan didn't work after all. "Sure, I'm in. Sam?"

"Sounds fun!"


From TheHottestPersonEver: This is SO a double date ;)

Santana smirks at the text and looks up to see Brittany giving her a flirtatious wink. The four of them are eating at Breadstix, Quinn and Santana sitting across from Sam and Brittany, respectively.

To TheHottestPersonEver: It's not a double date. I don't want our first date to be with these two. Also, when did you change your name in my phone?

From TheHottestPersonEver: When you weren't looking. I'm a ninja like that :P although I'm rethinking the name, since it's not really true.

Santana sends her a questioning glance from across the table.

From TheHottestPersonEver: You're the hottest person ever, silly ;)

"What are you blushing at?" Quinn suddenly asks.

"Nothing!" Santana replies quickly, hiding her phone.

Quinn looks at her, then at Brittany, who smiles innocently. "Right, because Santana Lopez blushes all the time."

"It was nothing, Q, just Puck trying to get in my pants again."

From the look on her face, Quinn doesn't buy it but lets it drop anyways. Once she and Sam start talking about the new Batman movie, Santana tries to covertly go back to her phone.

To TheHottestPersonEver: That was close. You can't say stuff like that, or we're gonna blow our secret...although it was really sweet :)

From TheHottestPersonEver: I'll make it up to you.

For a second, Santana wonders what exactly that means. She hopes for a hot makeout session. She can imagine it now, Brittany's soft, pink lips on hers, maybe even going further. She's distracted by her sexy thoughts when she feels something brush against her calf. At first, she assumes Quinn accidentally bumped into her, but then it happens again. It's obvious now, a bare foot trailing up from the bottom of her calf to the back of her knee, then back down. Her jaw tenses, and she shoots Brittany a look, but the girl's eyes aren't on her; she's making conversation with the other blondes at the table.

"You know, I didn't think Anne Hathaway could pull off Catwoman either, but she pleasantly surprised me," Brittany says, working her foot higher.

Santana never thought playing footsie would turn her on, but then again, anything and everything related to Brittany turns her on. She bites her lower lip harshly when the blonde reaches her inner thigh.

While Quinn just scoffs, Sam nods in agreement. "I will never turn my back on Selina Kyle."

"But Anne was so hot," Brittany emphasizes her words by pressing the top of her foot right into Santana's covered center.

The brunette gasps and jerks, causing her knee to shoot up and hit the underside of the table. "Shit!" she curses.

"What the hell, San?" Quinn flinches at the sudden movement.

"S-sorry, muscle spasm," she stutters, rubbing her knee. "Been on my feet all day, y'know?"

"You should rest when you get home. I bet you're really tired. Just say the word, and I'll give you a full body massage," Brittany says suggestively.

Santana's fists clench. Brittany's proposition is not helping her immense arousal right now. She can still feel her clit throbbing. "I think I'll just take a nap, thanks," she replies through gritted teeth.

"Well, if you're sure." Brittany shrugs nonchalantly.

Santana is glad when Trouty Mouth provides a distraction. "Check, please," Sam calls to a waiter passing by.

As he pulls out his credit card, Quinn stops him. "What are you doing?"

"Paying?" he answers slowly, obviously confused.

"Sam, it's okay. I know your family's had some money issues lately."

"We're much better now, thanks. Besides, I'm a gentleman."

Quinn looks like she wants to protest more, but she doesn't want to hurt his feelings. She glances at Santana pleadingly for help.

After years of friendship, the brunette is able to read her instantly. "Well, I'm not dating you. Gross. I'll pay for myself and Britt, because I owe her."

"You owe me?" Brittany questions.

"Yeah, remember the first time you paid for me?"

Brittany thinks some more before realization dawns on her, remembering the night that she agreed to be Santana's fake girlfriend. She smiles at the memory and at the beautiful girl across the table, who is oblivious as she digs through her purse.

"Fine," Sam says, secretly relieved, "but I'm definitely paying for you, Quinn."

She blushes at this. While they aren't officially dating yet, she likes having Sam do sweet things for her. "Okay, thanks. But I'm driving you home, deal?"

"Deal," he confirms, smiling his wide, guppy smile.

"Ugh, stop being all sweet. You guys are sickening with your Barbie and Ken dream life," Santana scowls.

"Whatever, S. Now you have a good excuse to ride with Brittany. You're welcome."

They shuffle out of their booth before making their way to their cars.

"So it didn't go as planned?" Quinn takes the opportunity to ask Brittany as Santana continues to threaten Sam.

The taller girl has to think for a second before remembering. Right, she was supposed to make San hers today. Putting on her best sad look, she sighs, "Yeah."

"If it means anything, I think it's working, just slowly. Have you seen the way she looks at you?" Brittany shakes her head no. "Really? You don't? She looks at you like..." Quinn's voice trails off.

"Like what?"

"Like she's in love with you, Britt."

Love? She's 18, for God's sake. Three weeks ago, she was the biggest slut in Lima. Love isn't in her vocabulary. At the same time, though, Santana is just so special. Having clawed her way into Brittany's heart, the brunette isn't leaving anytime soon, not if Brittany has a say in it.

"Okay, I can see you're having a panic attack inside. Forget I said that. All I know is that she likes you as much as you like her, and you just need to convince her that her parents aren't worth hiding her feelings."

Brittany gazes at Santana, who is leaning against her car door, waiting. She can't help but admire the brunette's effortless beauty in shorts and a tank top. "Yeah, you're right," she says offhandedly. After they all say their goodbyes, she asks Santana, "Ready to go?"

"Yep, can't wait to go home and crash," Santana replies.

"You could hang out with me. My massage offer still stands," Brittany flirts as she starts the car.

"Can I get a rain check? As much as I'd love to, I'm going to jump your bones if we get in bed together. Or any soft surface. Or right now, in this car," Santana rambles. "Anyways, as much as I hate to say it, I do agree that we should wait. At least until our date tomorrow," she adds with a smirk.

Brittany's blue eyes darken as she listens. "Y-yeah, you're right. I'm right."

"Of course you're right."

All too soon, Brittany pulls up to Santana's house and reluctantly stops the car. "I don't want to leave," she pouts.

"Me neither. I'll see you tomorrow, though."

They lean in simultaneously for a sweet goodbye kiss.

"Okay, fine," Brittany sighs.

"I'll pick you up. Be ready!"

"Of course I will."

Santana leans across the center to connect their lips one last time before getting out of the car. Brittany sighs as she watches her leave, then wave from the doorway before disappearing inside.


Never has Brittany ever spent this much time trying to pick an outfit. Not for school, or parties, or dates, or weddings. Never. She told Santana to dress "semi-formal," but to be honest, she has no idea what that even means. Picking an outfit never seemed like a big deal, so why is it now? Yes, Santana is special to her, but she's seen her tons of times in countless outfits. It's not like this is any different.

Then, it hits her: she's nervous. Brittany S. Pierce is nervous for this date. She was the one to ask Santana out, to spend the time and effort to think of the perfect date for her. She really hopes Santana likes what she has planned.

Checking the time, she realizes she only has 30 minutes left to get ready, and she's just standing there in her underwear. At least her hair and makeup are done. After tearing her closet apart, she narrows it down to two options: a summery, floral dress or a button-up shirt with a nice skirt. On the one hand, the dress makes her boobs and legs look great, but on the other hand, perhaps it's a little too casual. "Ugh!" she yells in frustration.

"Britty?" a voice comes from the doorway.

"Tommy!" she exclaims, spinning around. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."

The little boy shakes his head. "You didn't wake me up, but why were you yelling?"

Brittany lets out a heavy sigh. "Do you remember Santana?"

"Uh-huh, she's really pretty."

She smiles at that comment. "Well, I have a date with her tonight, and I really like her, so I really want to impress her, but I don't know what to wear," she pouts, laying back on her bed.

Without another word, Tommy proceeds to go to her closet, pull out various articles of clothing, and throw them all directly on his big sister, catching her by surprise. "Here!" he exclaims before kissing her on the cheek.

Skeptically, Brittany examines the clothes he picked: a short denim skirt, a nice blouse, and a sweater to match. The outfit definitely doesn't fit her badass image, but it would certainly look good on her, and it would look really good with those ankle boots she has. "I don't know, T. This isn't really my style."

"Then why's it in your closet?"

After a pause, Brittany ruffles his hair and replies, "Touché, little man, but I'm still not sure."

"It's perfect, Britty. I promise!" He grins widely and gives her a big kiss on the cheek before running out.

Looking at the time again, which indicates she has about 10 minutes, Brittany decides it's this or nothing.


She should've gone with nothing. Honestly, with the way Santana looks, there's no other way Brittany could even be in her league. Santana is leaning against her car in a tight red dress with 3/4 sleeves, a black mini jacket, and black heels to match. She pulls off sexy without slutty perfectly, and the way she smiles at Brittany is making the blonde's heart beat incredibly fast. "Wow. You look...really good," Brittany compliments as she gets close.

Trying to regain her confidence, she holds out a single red rose. "I got this for you," she says shyly before giving Santana a peck on the cheek and looking at her adoringly. Ugh, when did she become such a sap?

"T-thank you," Santana stutters, equally nervous. Her pre-date preparation didn't go so well either. She couldn't ask Quinn for advice like she normally would, and, not entirely sure what "semi-formal" meant to Brittany, she was terrified of looking shabby. Then, when she was finally ready, she had to make up some bullshit party excuse to her parents to get out of the house.

However, seeing Brittany now is completely worth all the stress. She looks beautiful, and the sweet way she's already treating her makes her head spin. Noah Puckerman would never, in a million years, give her a flower.

"I though I told you to dress casually?" Brittany teases, pulling at the mini jacket. "I'm going to have a hard time focusing on making this the best date ever, when all I want to do is rip your clothes off and ravish you."

Still not used to those comments, Santana blushes and falters. "You know, it's hard to take you seriously in that outfit," she counters.

Brittany stops kissing her neck to give her a playful shove. "Tommy picked it out!" she pouts, causing her date to laugh.

"Aww, how sweet," Santana teases. "And here I thought Quinn lent you some clothes."

"San!" she whines. "You know what? I'll just go change," she grumbles before turning away.

"No, don't! I'm sorry, Britt." Santana pulls her back, trying to kiss her, but Brittany turns her face away. "I'm sorry for making fun of you, okay? I'm just kind of nervous about tonight. You look absolutely beautiful."

This causes Brittany to turn her head a little. "Really?" she whispers, their lips only a hair apart.

"Really."

With that, they both lean forward to connect their lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Like every other time she has kissed Brittany, everything else simply disappears. Brittany takes her breath away. They part reluctantly and look into each other's eyes.

"Do you want to know a secret?" Brittany prompts, and Santana nods. "I'm nervous, too."

With that, they both smile bashfully at each other, neither really caring how mushy they're being. They have never felt happier.

"Are you ready to go?" Brittany asks. She doesn't want to ruin the moment, but there is so much more in store for them tonight.

"Of course. I've been looking forward to this for a long time, Brittany S. Pierce."

Brittany smirks before opening the passenger door of Santana's car, gesturing for her to get in. While Santana was initially reluctant to let the blonde drive her car, to no one's surprise, she finally caved to Brittany's pout and reasoning that only she knows where they're going. "You'd better hold onto that cute little clutch of yours, Lopez, because I'm about to wow you with my awesome first date skills."