A/N: Trying something a little different with this one. It's Friday! Date night! Instead of just writing out the date … I thought I'd try writing the after the date from different POVs (Santana, Brittany, Quinn, and Kelly (she's an OC)) as they talk about the date. If this doesn't work … well … you wouldn't be reading this because I'd have scrapped it and just written a traditional "first date".

I really liked the way this chapter turned out. It also ended up being longer than I expected (writing out the date itself would have probably been shorter but … whatever) so I've split it in two: this chapter is Quinn and Santana. Next will be Brittany and Kelly.

The italics are flashbacks/memories ... I really hope it's not too hard to read/understand.

Sometimes, I confuse myself ;)

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Chapter 6

Quinn POV

Santana practically floated into the apartment and flopped onto the couch with a dreamy smile on her face, much to Quinn's amusement. It was just before midnight so Brittany had kept her word.

"Santana, just put on a pair of jeans or leggings or sweatpants or whatever … she said 'college casual' soooo … anything you wear is fine." Quinn was exasperated. Santana had been 'getting dressed' for over an hour. She sighed to herself and went into her best friend's room; only to discover that both the closet and the dresser had thrown up all over it.

"Santana, seriously?"

"Quiiiiin," Santana whined, "it's my first date … not just with Brittany but, like, ever!"

"I know, sweetie, and I know you're a little nervous," Quinn tried to talk soothingly to the almost frantic brunette.

"I'm petrified! I've never done this! I don't know how to do this! Should I cancel? I should cancel. "

Quinn stepped up to Santana and … slapped her.

"Ow! Fuck Quinn! What the fuck?" Santana glared at her.

"There she is. Pick something to wear."

Santana kept glaring at her best friend but looked around the room and finally settled on a pair of faded skinny jeans and a red, long-sleeved top. She pulled on a pair of red Chucks.

"Was that so hard?"

Santana sighed. "No. Thanks, Q."

"You're welcome."

There was a knock at the door and Quinn grinned. "I'll get it." And was out the door before Santana could stop her.

Quinn opened the door to a smiling Brittany,

"Hey, Brittany, come on in, she's just about ready."

"Hi, Quinn." Brittany said, walking in.

Quinn smiled and raised a brow at Brittany; she was holding a single lavender rose adorned with greenery and baby's breath and settled in a lovely deep purple vase.

"A lavender rose, huh?"

Brittany blushed and nodded.

Quinn wasn't able to say anything as Santana came out just then.

"Hey, Britt," her friend smiled shyly at the blushing blonde.

"Hi. You look great. Um, this is for you," she offered the brunette the flower in the vase.

Santana's eyes lit up; Quinn knew that Santana had no idea what the color of the flower meant … but she did and, unless she missed her guess, Santana was close to feeling the same way.

Quinn studied her best friend and smiled softly to herself. "Good date?"

Santana smiled dopily at her. "It was perfect, Q. She was perfect."

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Santana's POV

She smiled dopily at Quinn. "It was perfect, Q. She was perfect."

Santana felt her face light up as Brittany handed her the pretty purple rose in a beautiful vase.

"Hi. You look great. Um, this is for you," she handed Santana the vase.

"It's beautiful, Brittany, thank you." She looked at Brittany. "You look great, too."

Brittany was wearing black jeans with a cream colored sweater and a black blazer.

"Thanks. You ready?" The blonde asked.

Santana nodded.

"Have fun, kids!" Quinn shouted as they left the apartment.

"We will, mom!" Santana shouted back.

"I'll have her home by midnight, Mrs. Lopez!"

Santana giggled and Brittany grinned at her.

"The Chinese place isn't too far from here, I can't believe we've never seen it," Santana told Quinn. "Oh, my god, Quinn … she didn't surprise me with what we were doing for the date but she did surprise me ON the date."

They got to the restaurant and a smiling hostess greeted them.

"Hi, Brittany! Your table's all ready for you."

"Thanks, Jan," Brittany said, placing her hand on the small of Santana's back and guiding her to follow the hostess.

"The restaurant used to be a house and they renovated it. There are mostly tables and a few booths. The tables are covered in those plastic, red checkered table cloths, like pizza places have. I guess they're easier to keep clean? There are little tealight candles in glass candle holders BUT … we get to our table and … Brittany had, apparently, gone there before the date to set things up."

Santana gasped at the table; it was covered in a pristine white table cloth and had two lit taper candles in elegant holders. In the center was a beautiful succulent terrarium.

"Brittany, did you do all this? It's beautiful!"

"I said I wouldn't make the date a surprise; I didn't say I wouldn't surprise you on the date." The blonde said with a smile.

They sat down and Santana just shook her head.

"I didn't know what you'd like so I didn't order dinner but I did …" Brittany trailed off as the waiter came to give them a Pu-Pu Platter appetizer and take their drink order. "Order the Pu-Pu Platter to start. I hope that's okay."

"It's wonderful." Santana smiled brightly at Brittany.

"We ordered dinner and," she laughs, "Brittany ordered too much of pretty much everything so we had a little of everything. We've got leftovers … oh, shoot, she didn't pick up her leftovers. Hang on."

Santana picked up her phone and sent a quick text. Then she thought for a moment, a shy grin crossed her face, then sent a second one.

"What's going on?"

"Welllll … I texted to let her know she forgot her food and if she wanted to, she could pick it up tomorrow but … then I thought about it and asked if she maybe wanted to come here for lunch and a movie."

"Look at you, being brave and bold!" Quinn grinned at her.

"Shut up," Santana ducked her head, feeling the flush rise up her cheeks.

"So then what happened?"

They finished dinner and had the leftovers boxed up. Brittany grabbed a picnic basket from under the table and put the tablecloth, candles and candle holders, leftovers, and, finally, the terrarium into the basket.

"The terrarium is for you, too," Brittany said shyly, "I … uh … made it myself. I hope you like it."

Santana just stared at her. This girl. This amazing, wonderful, surprising girl. "Britt, it's beautiful. Thank you." Her voice was soft an sweet.

They left the restaurant and headed toward Wadsworth Auditorium.

"Ferris Bueller is playing, if that's okay? If not, we can totally do something else."

"I love Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Britt!"

"Awesome," the blonde smiled brightly.

"Hey, do you wanna leave this stuff at my apartment and you can get it later? That way you don't have to worry about it at the Wads and we can put the leftovers in the fridge so they won't go bad?"

"Sounds great."

"Thought I saw a bunch of boxes of Chinese leftovers in the fridge."

"Did you see the terrarium? I put it on the table for the moment but I'm going to move it into my room later."

"I did. It's really sweet."

"Yeah," Santana said dreamily.

Quinn just shook her head and laughed.

They got popcorn, candy, and sodas – even thought they weren't really hungry – "Everyone knows it's not a movie without candy and popcorn, San," Brittany grinned.

Santana had to admit she swooned a bit when Brittany called her San.

They were about two-thirds of the way through the movie, popcorn and candy eaten or forgotten, when she felt Brittany lift the armrest between them. She expected Brittany to put her arm around her – a cheesy yawn and stretch maneuver – but, instead, Brittany slipped her pinky into Santana's and gave it a slight squeeze. Santana gave a light squeeze back. She took it to mean that Brittany wanted to hold her hand but was keeping her promise that they moved at Santana's pace; she let Santana know she wanted to hold her hand but left it up to Santana if she wanted that to happen. Santana smiled and leaned her head on Brittany's shoulder.

When they left the auditorium, Santana made the bold move to slip her hand into Brittany's and interlace their fingers. She glanced shyly at Brittany and saw her face light up and couldn't help but giggle, which caused Brittany to look at her and giggle, too. They stood there, looking at each other and giggling for a moment.

"So," Brittany smiled when their giggle-fit ended, "ice cream?"

Santana nodded and shivered a little.

"Cold?"

"A little. I know it's almost October but I thought the long-sleeved tee would be warm enough."

Brittany slipped her jacket off and held it out for Santana.

"Aren't you going to be cold?"

Brittany blushed. "Actually, I wore the sweater and blazer in case you got cold."

"Oh. My. God. She is too cute for words!"

"Right?! She slipped our hands back together and we went to the ice cream place down on the corner and got cones to go; apparently we weren't the only ones with the idea of grabbing ice cream after the movie – the place was packed. Then we walked for a little while, holding hands and eating ice cream, and then she checked the time …"

"Gotta get you home before you turn into a pumpkin," the blonde grinned at her, "I did promise Quinn I'd have you back by midnight."

Santana just laughed as they head for her apartment.

When they got there Brittany looked at Santana.

"I had a really great time tonight, Santana. I hope you'll want to go out with me again?"

Santana nodded. "It was amazing, Brittany. Thank you." She glanced at Brittany's lips then back up to her eyes.

Brittany's eyes flickered between Santana's lips and her eyes. She began to lean in and placed her forehead against Santana's.

"I'm going to kiss you now … unless you tell me not to."

Santana's eyes fluttered closed in response and Brittany's lips met hers. The kiss was so soft and sweet; their lips fit together perfectly. It wasn't wet or sloppy and Brittany didn't try to use tongue. It was perfect. Santana couldn't have imagined a more perfect first date or a more perfect first kiss.

When they pulled apart, Santana bit her lower lip and ducked her head, blushing furiously.

"Was that okay?" Brittany asked softly.

Santana looked up into those ocean-blue eyes. "Perfect. This whole night … Brittany … I … in all my dreams and imaginings of what my first date and first kiss would be like … they didn't even come close to how amazing this has been. Thank you."

Brittany beamed at the her. "Really? So … maybe … we can do this again?"

Santana nodded. "I'd really like that."

"Good." She leaned forward and kissed Santana on the cheek. "I'll talk to you soon?"

"Text me when you get home so I know you got there safely?"

"Yeah. I will." Brittany smiled again then turned and headed back down the stairs. Santana watched as Brittany practically danced her way down to street level. Once she was out of sight, Santana went inside.

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Quinn's POV

Quinn smiled softly at her best friend. Santana had never looked so happy. It had been ages since Quinn had seen her friend so relaxed and not afraid.

"I didn't think you were wearing that blazer when you left here." Quinn laughed. "So first date, first kiss … everything you'd hoped it would be?"

"More." Santana looked at her. "Better. Perfect. Just …" she let out a soft sigh, "perfect."

Quinn was almost giddy with excitement for Santana. Maybe Brittany was the missing piece Santana needed to finally heal.