During the drive, Santana can't help but admire the beautiful blonde next to her. Sure, what she's wearing isn't really "her," but she wears it with such confidence, and it is incredibly sweet that her brother picked it out for her (admittedly, that makes Santana swoon a little). Plus, she wasn't lying; Brittany looks absolutely beautiful. If a stranger saw her now, they would never suspect that she's actually a badass.

After driving for about 20 minutes, Brittany still refuses to reveal what they're doing or where they're going. Every time Santana asks, the blonde just changes the subject and chats about random topics.

Then again, there isn't much to do in Lima, so when they turn down a certain road, Santana immediately knows their destination. "Britt!" she exclaims suddenly, causing the blonde to flinch.

Her nerves are making her jumpier than usual. "What?"

"We're going to Class?" Santana asks incredulously.

Brittany smirks. "'Yup."

"But Britt, their food is really expensive." She isn't trying to be rude. The food at Class is good but extremely overpriced. The restaurant is basically a place for rich people like Santana's parents to flaunt their money.

"Well, I wanted to impress you."

"Brittany," Santana sighs, even though she finds the gesture incredibly sweet. "You don't need to take me to a fancy restaurant to impress me. I'd be happy sitting on your couch eating pizza as long as I'm with you." She reaches over to hold her hand.

Brittany looks surprised for a second but quickly smiles, her heart melting a little. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard, and I totally agree with you, except I really want to take you here." She had pulled a lot of strings to get this reservation and put everything together on short notice, and she may have broken her piggy bank, but she isn't about to tell Santana any of that.

"Alright. If you're really sure, then I would love to dine with you, Ms. Pierce."

Cutely, the blonde sticks her arm out, and Santana links hers with it as Brittany leads them off.

"Uh, Britt? Why are we going in through the back door?" Santana asks hesitantly.

"Shh, it's a surprise!" Unable to contain her excitement, Brittany grins.

Okay, now Santana's nerves are back. Her curiosity grows as Brittany switches from elbow-linking to hand-holding, then pulls her through the kitchen. Some chefs give them looks, but no one attempts to stop them. Oh god, she hopes they aren't doing anything illegal. "Britt, seriously, what is goi—" Santana stops mid-sentence to drop her jaw in awe.

Brittany has led them into a private room that comfortably fits two chairs and a table with a candle and flower in the center. Christmas lights decorate the tops of the walls, giving the whole room a romantic glow.

"Wow," Santana whispers.

"Do you like it?" the taller girl asks, biting her lip nervously. She hopes it isn't too much.

Shaking herself out of her awed stupor, the brunette sputters, "I—yes! Of course!" causing Brittany to giggle. "H-how did you? I mean, oh my god."

"I really wanted our date to be special, and I know you don't want your parents finding out about us, so I asked a friend of a friend who owed me if they could pull something off. Is it too much?"

Suddenly, Santana's lips are on hers, kissing her deep before pulling away. "This is amazing. No one has ever done anything this special for me. Ever."

"Well, you deserve it."

Instinctively, their lips find each other again, and they are soon in a full-blown makeout session. "Britt," Santana moans when she's backed up against the table, causing the dishes to clatter a little.

"Good evening, ladie—oh." Their waiter stops dead in his tracks in the doorway. They immediately jump apart, staring at him like deer caught in headlights. "I'm so sorry. Please pardon my interruption. Um, I'll be back to take your order soon." With that, he bows and hurries back out.

The two girls exchange a glance before bursting out laughing. "Did you see his face?" Santana giggles.

"Did you see your face?" Brittany shoots back.

"Hey, I was just mad he interrupted us!"

"Jeez, keep it in your pants, Lopez."

"Me? You're the one who pushed me into the table! He probably came in to check what the noise was."

"You're right. You did moan my name pretty loudly," the blonde replies with a smirk.

Santana's face instantly turns hot. Then, deciding to take a route other than embarrassment, she pulls Brittany in by the waist until their lips are almost touching again. "Well, I couldn't help myself. You're just so hot," she whispers seductively. Brittany's breath catches in her throat as she anticipates another mind-blowing kiss. "And I really want to kiss you right now, but I don't want that waiter to walk in on us again." With a sly grin, she pulls away.

Brittany almost chases those lips with her own, but she decides Santana is right. "Tease," she sighs.

Santana laughs as she goes to sit down.

"Wait!" Brittany yells, causing her to jump.

Before Santana can ask why she scared the shit out of her, the blonde pulls out her chair and gestures for her to sit. "Aww, Brittany," she says, touched. "You don't have to do everything for me."

"Is it wrong for me to want to take care of you?" Brittany asks before kissing her cheek innocently and taking her own seat.

"No, but you're making me feel guilty. I want to take care of you too."

"You can, on our next date."

"Who says there's going to be a next date, hmm?"

"Come on, San. I think we both know you can't stay away from this for long." Brittany smirks while gesturing to her body.

Suddenly, their teasing is interrupted by a knock on the door. It appears the waiter learned his lesson.

"Come in!" Brittany calls.

The sharply-dressed man reappears with two glasses of water and two menus. "Good evening, ladies. Welcome to Class, the finest restaurant for miles. My name is Devon, and I'll be taking your order whenever you're ready," he rattles off with a smile.

"Order whatever you want, San. I mean it. Don't give me that 'I really just want a salad, aka the cheapest thing on the menu.' If you do that, I'll just order two lobsters," Brittany tells her sternly.

There goes her plan. "Alright, alright," she sighs but gives the blonde an affectionate smile.


"Your favorite color is yellow?" Santana asks, surprised. She never would have guessed. Then again, a lot of things about Brittany have surprised her.

"Yup. Red is a close second, but only because you look really sexy in it."

"Good to know," the brunette smirks.

After over two hours, they are finally done eating. Brittany ordered something French she couldn't pronounce, and Santana ordered a steak and caprese salad. However, throughout dinner, they were too distracted by talking to each other to eat steadily.

"How about you? What's your favorite color?"

Looking into Brittany's eyes, Santana blurts out her answer without thinking, "Baby blue."

They are once again interrupted by their waiter. "Here is your check, ma'am." He hands Brittany the book, and she pulls out her card.

"Can I see it?" Santana asks, reaching for the book.

"No," the blonde replies, handing her card to the waiter.

"Come on, please?"

"No, San." She turns back to the waiter. "Now go, before she can convince me to let her pay for half." He looks at them before hurrying away.

"At least let me pay for the tip."

"I told you no, San. I asked you out, and I'm paying for dinner."

"Fine," Santana pouts. "Thank you, Britt. Dinner was amazing."

"It'd better have been. I just paid three months' allowance for it."

"Brittany!"

"I'm kidding, San," she laughs. The Latina glares at her. "Oh come on, it was funny. Besides, I would spend all my money on you."

After adding a tip and signing the receipt, Brittany takes her hand, and they make their way back to the car.

"That was the best date I've ever been on," Santana sighs happily.

"Wait, you think it's over? Please, it's nowhere near over. Unless you want to go home now?"

"No! No no no! I'm enjoying myself way too much." Santana wants to spend all night with Brittany, as well as every night and every day.

"Good," Brittany smiles happily, "because I've got a lot in store for you, missy."


"Yes! Hole in one!" Santana cheers yet again.

Brittany lets out a frustrated huff as she stares at the hole where Santana's ball disappeared. Wanting to do that cute thing in movies where she gets to press her front into Santana's back to "teach her how to swing," she had brought the brunette to a mini golf place a couple towns over. However, she didn't expect the girl to be so damn good. They are currently on the 14th hole, and Brittany is getting her ass kicked.

"What's the score now, B?" Santana asks, even though she already knows.

"20 to 29," the blonde grumbles, disappointed that her plan to impress Santana with her mad golf skills is failing.

"Aww, don't be such a sore loser," Santana teases.

"I'm not! You're being a sore winner." First dates are about getting to know each other, and one thing she has learned is that Santana Lopez is extremely competitive.

"I am not! I just really like mini golf. And winning," she says cheekily.

Brittany pouts.

"Don't worry, I'm not too good at this either," a voice says from behind them. They both turn to see a very attractive girl, about their age, who seems to be waiting for her friends to finish the previous hole. Santana's eyes immediately narrow, not liking the way this girl is looking at Brittany.

"I'm not bad. She's just too good for her own good," Brittany replies.

"Yeah, my best friend's the same. I swear he cheats."

"I wish Santana was cheating. It would make me feel a lot better." Brittany pouts again.

"Wow, you look really cute when you do that," Hot Girl says matter-of-factly.

Both Brittany and Santana look at her in shock. While the Latina knew she was hitting on her date, she didn't expect this girl to be so blatant.

As the girl obviously checks her out and smirks, Brittany shifts uncomfortably. "Uhh, thanks? Look, I'm flattered, but I'm on a date with someone I really like, and I'd like to go back to it now. Sorry," she says simply, not sounding sorry at all.

Then, she grabs Santana's hand and leads her to the next hole without waiting for a reply.

"What a fucking bitch. She saw me standing right next to you, and she hit on you anyway," Santana growls, even though her heart is soaring at the fact that Brittany rejected a hot girl for her.

"Oh San, she probably didn't mean any harm. I bet she didn't even know that we're together."

"'Didn't know,' my ass."

"Hey, listen to me. She's nothing compared to you. She wasn't even that pretty." Santana knows that isn't true, but it makes her feel better all the same. "Although I still think your jealousy is super hot."

The shorter girl scoffs. "I wasn't jealous."

"Uh-huh, sure you weren't."

"Whatever B." She rolls her eyes, unable to come up with a better argument.

"Come on, let's just continue the game, S," Brittany coos.

"Don't feel like it," she grumbles, arms crossed.

"What! But you're winning, and we're almost done."

"Yeah, but I don't want Slutty McTrollop over there checking out your ass every time you bend down to swing," Santana bites out as she shoots a dangerous look to the hot girl.

"Ugh, you are so sexy when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous," she repeats. "I just don't want people messing with what's mine."

Brittany's heart skips a beat. Arching an eyebrow quizzically, she tries to keep it light. "Oh, I'm yours, huh?"

Santana hesitates, but only for a second before replying, "Mhm. You're mine."

The way she says it instantly hits Brittany with a shot of arousal. "I'm nobody's property, San," the blonde whispers, with absolutely no authority. In truth, she really likes the idea of belonging to Santana.

Sensing her weakness, Santana puts her hands on her waist and pulls her close, then leans in so that her lips just barely brush the blonde's ear. "You sure about that?" she whispers before nibbling her earlobe. Brittany moans softly.

"Excuse me, some people are trying to golf here," Hot Girl says snidely, interrupt them.

Immediately, sexy Santana disappears, and Snixx settles in. "Listen here, homewrecker. I'm trying to enjoy a date, and I don't appreciate you ogling my girlfriend every time you think I'm not looking. Just because she rejected you, you bra-stuffing ho, doesn't give you the right to ruin our night any more. If I catch you staring at her one more time, I will go all Lima Heights on your ass. Is that clear?" She glares at the now-terrified girl, who nods ever so slightly.

"Come on, San," Brittany says, trying to tug her away.

After one last dirty look at the girl, the brunette complies.

As soon as they get to the car, Brittany presses Santana up against the door. "That was insanely hot," she breathes out, sucking at her neck heatedly.

Santana moans loudly. "Bitch needed to be taught a lesson," she replies breathily.

"Mmm, I'd like to be taught a lesson, but I have one last thing planned for our date."

"I hope it's really hot sex, because I need to get that little slut out of my head, and I've been trying not to jump you all night."

"Ugh, what are you doing to me, San?" Brittany groans, kissing her on the lips hard before pulling away.

Equally aroused, they both slip into their seats before speeding off to their final destination of the night.


15 minutes later, they are at the edge of Lima. Brittany is most nervous about this part, because it will leave them both a bit vulnerable, and she's afraid that she won't be able to control herself anymore and will just jump Santana's bones. Turning into a deserted lane and parking where the car is practically invisible, due to the fact it is almost 11 PM and dark, she cuts the engine.

"Okay, I'm really confused. There's, like, nothing here, Britt."

"Exactly," she grins. After getting out of the car, she opens the back and takes out a big, fluffy comforter and a small pillow. "Let's go!"

Still not understanding, Santana nevertheless follows her to a brick wall about four feet high. Brittany throws the stuff over before hopping over the wall, then turning back to help a hesitant Santana climb over. "Are we going to play golf again?" she asks as she realizes where they are: a huge, grassy golf course.

"Nope. We're going to lay on this blanket, cuddle, talk, and watch the stars."

"Brittany Pierce, who knew you were such a hopeless romantic?"

"Not me, I can tell you that," she chuckles. "Now come on, let's find a good spot."

Once they find one in the middle of the field, they settle in to get comfortable. Brittany spreads out the blanket, then lies on the pillow with her arm around Santana, who rests her head on her chest and her hand on her awesome abs. It's the perfect night—not too cold, not too hot, and the stars are clear and visible. Cuddled up in each other's arms, they watch the bright lights together. It feels like they're the only two people in the world.

Brittany is the first to break the silence. "So I'm your girlfriend now, huh?" she asks, remembering the other girl's words during her bitch-out.

Grateful that the blonde can't see her face, Santana blushes. "Um, sorry. Heat of the moment, you know?"

The blonde frowns at her words. Although she knows it's a little early, she can't deny that she really likes the idea of becoming girlfriends, of being committed. "What if I want it to be true? What would you think? " she asks hesitantly.

Santana's heart skips a beat. Of course, she wants them to be official. She was just scared that Brittany would think they're moving too fast. "I would really like that." She feels Brittany smile.

"I would really like that too."

Elated, Santana smiles back and cranes her neck to look at those blue eyes. "So I get to call you my girlfriend now?"

"Yes! And I get to call you my girlfriend, even if it's just to myself."

Guilt courses through her when she remembers that no one other than Berry knows they're together. "I promise, Britt, one day, I'll be able to tell people. Not just about us, but about me too."

Brittany kisses her tenderly. "Don't force yourself. You'll be ready when you're ready, and I'll be here to support you."

Santana is overwhelmed with emotion. How did she get so lucky? There's no way she deserves this, deserves Brittany. "Sometimes I feel so stupid," she thinks out loud.

"What? Why?"

"I'm just such a bitch. To Puck, to you, to everyone. I mean, Puck liked me for years, and I just used him, and you're so perfect, and I was awful to you—"

"Hey, it wasn't just you. I tried to piss you off every chance I got, and I'm far from perfect."

"To me, you are perfect." That last part is almost inaudible. It sounds a lot like something else.

"You're pretty perfect yourself." That sounds a lot like something else too.

They can both feel it, and for the first time that night, awkwardness fills the air. Both girls can almost taste those three words.

"Tonight was amazing, Britt. Thank you," Santana says, trying to break the ice.

"You're welcome, San. It feels good to actually care about someone instead of just using them for mindless sex."

"Can we not talk about your conquests?"

"Sorry," Brittany replies sheepishly. "You really don't have to worry, though. No one even compares to you." She honestly can't fathom the thought of being with anyone else now that she and Santana are together.

Santana just holds her tighter. Despite being on the ground, they both have never been so comfortable, and they can feel themselves drifting. "Britt?"

"Hmm?"

"I think we should tell Quinn."

"Me too."

The brunette yawns, then lets out a sleepy, "Yay." She is over the moon about their relationship and really wants to share it with her best friend.

"Go to sleep, San. We can talk more in the morning."

"What about your mom?"

"I'm always out this late. What about your parents?"

"They think I'm at a party, and I'm almost never home when they are anyways."

"Good, go to sleep. I'll take care of you."

"Tonight was perfect, Britt. But I'm so taking you out next time, on our first date as girlfriends." Santana presses a kiss to her chin, which is the closest place she can reach.

"Looking forward to it. Good night, babe," Brittany answers sweetly before kissing her forehead.

That night, they don't have sex or say those three words, but it is still one of the best nights of their lives.