Getting ready for my date with Brittany was a nightmare.
I had been flinging discarded clothes around my closet for the past hour and I still couldn't decide on an outfit. On top of that, I still had to shower and do everything else to make myself look half as decent as I knew Brittany was going to look.
With a loud sigh of frustration, I threw the black dress that didn't seem to fit as well as I remembered back into the dresser and pouted. "Kurt!" I suddenly gasped in realisation, scrambling across the carpet on my hands and knees to reach for my phone and quickly pressed on the FaceTime call.
When he answered the call, he had a frown of confusion on his face. "Are you naked?" He gasped with wide eyes, quickly bringing his free hand to cover his face.
I rolled my eyes and groaned at him, "grow up!"
"Why the hell are you FaceTiming me with your tits out? Did you accidentally call me instead of Brittany?" He asked.
"Kuuuurt!" I whined, "help me!"
Kurt uncovered his eyes and gave me an unimpressed stare. I just jutted my bottom lip out further into a very exaggerated pout and gave him my best puppy dog eyes, fluttering my lashes. "What's your problem? Don't you have a date in like an hour and a half?"
I scoffed, "don't you think I know that?"
"Then why are you sat in your closet naked on FaceTime to me?" He quipped back just as fast, and if I really didn't need his help right now, then I would have hung up the call.
"I need your help," I repeated, "please come over, this is an emergency!"
"Santana, I'm at the club. I can't just leave," he reminded me and I groaned again, louder this time.
"Yes you can, come on, I'll still pay you," I begged him, "plus I'm your boss and you kind of have to do whatever I say!"
"But what about the club? They can't be two people down," Kurt asked but I could see him already standing up to collect his things, making a triumphant smirk come to my face.
I shrugged my shoulders, "just tell Q to call Sugar. Sugar can cover the bar and Quinn can cover you. It's only five thirty and doors don't even open until seven, they'll be fine."
Kurt nodded with a sigh, "fine. I'll be there in ten."
I grinned, "you're the best, lady! I'm gonna go get in the shower so just let yourself in!"
"Wait? You've not even showered?" He screeched and I just chuckled nervously.
"See you in ten!" I hurried out and hung up the phone call, letting out a small breath of relief and dropping my phone back onto the floor. After taking a glance around my messy closet, I decided to just leave it be and rushed into my bathroom to quickly shower as I waited for Kurt.
As I showered, I let my mind flicker back to Brittany and I wondered whether she was having the same crisis of getting ready, wondering what to wear. Although we had hung out a lot over the past few weeks, some of which Brittany had already thought of as dates, this was our real first date and everything felt different. This was the official start of the growing spark between us, a moment that we would possibly look back on in years time with fondness, a least, I hoped. I hoped that after this date, everything would fall into place for us and we would continue to build on these beautiful feelings that we brought to each other.
I was nervous, the best kind of nervous, the kind where I felt my skin tickling with excitement.
I don't think I had ever been this nervous or excited about going on a date. Probably because with Elaine I knew that they would be a reason to try and sweeten me up after cheating on me.
This was the first time I had actually been the one to ask somebody on a date, and I really hope that I can give Brittany all of those feelings I wished Elaine would give to me on our dates.
"Santana?" I heard Kurt shouting and turned off the water, hopping out of the shower and grabbing a towel to wrap around myself.
"In here!" I shouted back, slipping out of the bathroom and into my closet.
"Holy shit, what happened in here?" Kurt gasped as he walked into the room, looking around at the mess that surrounded the floor. I just chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the towel across my wet skin, making Kurt roll his eyes as he tried to avoid looking at me. "You just- you go dry yourself and put a robe on or something. Jesus, woman."
"You don't want all up on this, Lady Hummel?" I teased, shaking my bare chest at him with a small laugh when he practically dry heaved.
"Go," he directed me, pointing to the bathroom.
"You're no fun," I pouted but walked back to my bathroom as Kurt started rumbling through the mess of clothes in search for an appropriate outfit for me to wear.
I dried my skin with the towel before throwing it into the laundry basket and untying my hair from the bun on my head, thankful that I refrained from washing it considering how behind schedule I was, before slipping on a bra and some panties.
"Did you find anything?" I asked Kurt, walking into the closet and sitting down on the carpet in front of my floor length mirror.
"It's any luck that I'll find anything in here, it looks like a freaking bomb has exploded," Kurt mumbled, still rooting through my clothes while I plugged my hair straighteners into the wall to start on my hair. I just sent him an overly sweet smile when he glanced over at me, "you know, maybe you should just wear that. Brittany would probably love that."
"Course she would," I shrugged with confidence, sectioning my hair and starting to straighten the bottom. "But, I think I'd get arrested before we even arrived at the restaurant," I added with a laugh.
"For having sex in public?" Kurt asked with sarcasm and I sniggered with amusement.
"Can't have sex with her before my date, Hummel, so get to searching," I snapped the straighteners in his direction to hurry him along and he paused, turning to me with raised eyebrows.
I looked at him expectantly and he opened his mouth hesitantly, "you haven't had sex with her yet?" He blurted out in shock.
Heat instantly rose to my cheeks and I turned back to face my mirror, ignoring his eyes burning into the back of my head. "So what?" I asked like it was nothing, focusing on my hair.
"Well, why the hell not? That's not like you," Kurt asked me.
"Do you have some new kind of lesbian sex fetish that you're not telling me about?" I mumbled, then smirked at him through the mirror, "is this because you just seen me naked?"
"Get over yourself," Kurt laughed. "You're having your hair straight?"
"No… I'm just using the straighteners to curl it," I said sarcastically, before releasing another section of my hair, "obviously I'm having it straight."
"You know, I'm starting to regret coming over here, you get mean when you're stressed," Kurt commented and I pouted apologetically at him through the mirror. "You should definitely wear red," he continued as he carried on searching.
With me flinging all of the clothes everywhere earlier in a pre-date panic, I definitely hadn't helped him out. Usually my closet was organised, not one thing out of place, but right now Kurt was kind of right when he said it looked like a bomb had exploded; I'll be surprised if he can even find anything in the mess I had made.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, and huffed when noticing I only had another forty five minutes before I was meant to be picking up Brittany from her apartment. "Shit," I breathed out and let out the last section to my hair, making sure it was parted all of the way down the middle.
"Don't worry, girl, I've got you," Kurt reassured me and held up a red satin dress to show me, wiggling his eyebrows enthusiastically.
"I forgot I even had that!" I gasped.
The dress was a dark, deep red colour, it had thin straps and was tight fitted, stopping just above my mid-thigh. "Put your cropped leather jacket on with it and your black heeled ankle boots and you've got yourself a sexy date outfit," Kurt grinned, throwing the dress at me.
"You are a fucking genius!" I grinned.
"How do you think I got Vogue to come to the club?" He teased me. "You all good now?"
"Y-Yeah," I nodded and he looked at me pointedly. "I'm just nervous, that's all. I really like her and I don't want to mess this up with her, things have been going really well," I admitted softly, finally letting out some of my hidden fears.
Kurt's face softened and he came to sit beside me as I turned off the straighteners and unplugged them. I avoided looking at him, not wanting his pitiful stares, but he just put his hand on mine and squeezed it softly.
The only thing I could think of was how little comfort that action brought to me in comparison to when Brittany does it.
"I never liked Elaine," Kurt told me and my eyes shot to him in confusion at how random his words were. He was meant to be comforting me about Brittany, not bringing up Elaine. "She didn't care about you one bit, always flaking out on dates and making you think that you were going crazy. You're a good person, San, you need to believe that, and you deserve somebody who brings that goodness out of you. Brittany does that," he smiled and I bit down on my lip, his words hitting me right in my chest.
"You really think that?" I asked him quietly.
He nodded, "I do. I've never seen you like this, you've never been this happy, and I'm glad that it's because of Brittany. She's so different from Elaine, she's kind and she gives you all of the reassurance that you need. But most of all Santana, she is honest and she tells you exactly how she feels."
My smile widened and I appreciated what he was saying, "you're a really good friend, Kurt."
"Just because you've said a few bad things to people when you were going through a hard time back in high school, it doesn't mean that you deserve bad things," he told me softly and nodded, wrapping my arms around him without thinking.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"It's not that I'm not enjoying this rare moment of a soft and mushy Santana, but you're practically naked and it's grossing me out," Kurt mumbled, his arms remaining stiff at his sides.
I giggled, pulling out the hug, and winked at him. "Okay, I need to get dressed and put some make up on if I want to be on time for my gorgeous date!" He grinned at my confident words as I made a move to stand up. "You don't have to go back to the club, if Sugar's there then you can just take the rest of the night off," I told him.
Kurt shrugged, "I have nothing else to do, I might just head back over there."
I frowned, "that's really sad, you need a man."
He laughed loudly, "thanks for that," he said sarcastically, "I'm going to leave you to finish getting ready. Let me know how things go, don't get too much in your head, just remember that she likes you for you."
I nodded, "bye Kurtie, thank you!" I called after him as he walked out of my closest.
With that, I hurriedly took my bra off after making the decision that it wouldn't look right under the thin straps of my dress and then quickly put on the outfit that Kurt had put together. Not bad, not bad. I smirked, admiring myself in the mirror. It only took me ten minutes to apply some light make up, not wanting to overdo anything and finished up by pulling on my heeled boots.
Crap, flowers. You're supposed to get a woman flowers when you're taking her out on a date. I can't believe I forgot flowers!
Internally cursing myself out, I grabbed my black purse and my car keys and hurried out to my car. Luckily, there was a small family owned florist at the end of the block on the way to Brittany's and within a couple of minutes, I was breathing a bit lighter in relief and making my way inside.
The bell chimed as I pushed the door, getting the attention of the small lady who was busy arranging a beautiful bouquet of mixed daises and lillies. She smiled at me in acknowledgment and I returned it, looking around the shop hesitantly. "Do you need some help, dear?" She asked kindly.
I sucked in my lips, nodding shyly. "Y-Yeah, I have a date… a first date, and I want to get her some pretty flowers," I explained, my eyes darting between looking at the lady and at the rows of bouquets.
"She must be a special girl," she told me and I nodded with a small smile. "Tell me about her and how she makes you feel; it'll help us to find the perfect flowers for her."
"She's… amazing," I sighed dreamily, and I could feel more heat rising to my cheeks as the lady looked at me with encouraging eyes. "She's just so pure and beautiful, and she makes me feel so happy. I get so excited and nervous whenever I'm around her but I also feel so calm when she's near," I explained quietly and the lady nodded with understanding, her smile widening.
"Ah, I think I have the perfect flowers for you!" She clapped her hands and I watched as she disappeared further into the shop.
I was waiting for around two minutes and she came back with a bouquet of orange, yellow and white tulips. My smile widened at the sight, they were beautiful. "Wow," I breathed out.
She put them down on the side beside us and I inspected them closely, not being able to take my eyes away. "Orange means passion, yellow means happiness and the white symbolises newness and a calm aura," she explained; they were perfect.
"She'll love these," I told her with a smile. "They are really beautiful, I'll take them. How much?" I asked her and she gave me that kind smile again.
"Normally I'd sell them for forty but because you've been such a nice customer and I'm a big fan of young love, I'll give them to you for twenty five," she said and I started to shake my head in refusal, but she just chuckled. "Please, I won't take anything more," she said and I sighed with a smile.
"Thank you, I really appreciate this," I said and reached into my purse to get out the cash.
"That's okay, dear, just make sure to come back and tell me how it went," she winked and I nodded.
After promising to come back and saying goodbye, I was clutching the bouquet of tulips for Brittany and rushing back to my car. I put the key in ignition and glanced down at my watch, breathing out a sigh of relief when noticing that I still had five minutes to spare and I wasn't running late.
Luckily, Brittany's apartment was only a couple of blocks away and by the time I had given myself a pep talk and some words of encouragement, I was pulling up outside her building.
You can do this, I encouraged myself and nodded in confirmation of my thoughts.
This was it; months of watching Brittany at the club, weeks of building up the start of a really good connection with her, it had been leading up to this moment, this date. For some reason, now that I'm here and outside, all doubts and any fears were drained and I just couldn't wait to see her and spend this time with her.
I grinned, carefully grabbing the bouquet and getting out of my car. I quickly locked up and made my way into the apartment building, smiling shyly at the doorman who held the door open for me. "Thank you," he nodded back at me through a smile and I made my way to the elevator, pressing on the button for the seventh floor.
My feet were moving quickly, and I was becoming hyperaware of that little bounce Quinn told me about, and rolled my eyes as I came to a stop in front of Brittany's door.
You can do this, I reminded myself one last time before lifting a shaky hand and knocking.
"One second!" I heard Brittany's voice shout from inside and I giggled at the sound, before the door swung open a few seconds later and all of the air in my lungs was sucked out, "hey."
"H-Hi," I stuttered out breathlessly, my eyes scanning how beautiful she looked in a tight blue dress. It hugged her flawless dancer curves perfectly and the colour made the blues of her eyes stand out even more. "Beautiful…" I whispered, and then cleared my throat, "you look really beautiful."
Brittany's cheeks turned pink and she looked shy, "you look beautiful, too."
I was about to step closer to her and bring her into a hug but then I remembered about the bouquet of flowers that I was still holding. I lifted them up in front of her with a smile, "I got these for you."
Brittany's smile widened as she took the flowers from me, her eyes brightening up. "Santana," she whispered softly, "they are really pretty. I love them, thank you so much." I nodded shyly and she giggled, stepping aside for me to enter her apartment. "Come on, I'll put them in some water and then we can get going," she told me and I followed her silently through to her kitchen.
She started humming to herself as she pulled out a vase from one of the cupboards and filled it with water and I just watched her move around with awe-filled eyes. "How do you make everything look so good?" I asked breathlessly and Brittany stopped her movements, looking up with wide eyes to see me staring back at her.
My heart fluttered as her expression softened into a look of adoration and she quickly put the flowers into the vase before walking over to me. I shivered when her fingers grazed my wrists, dancing up my arms until her hands softly cupped my cheeks. "I love them," Brittany grinned, and I melted into her gentle touch.
She leaned in slowly, and my eyes instinctively fluttered shut and before I had time to prepare myself, she was kissing me. It was the most innocent of kisses, just our lips carefully grazing against each other, but it was still enough to set off a frenzy of fireworks throughout my body. Brittany pulled away before I had chance to respond properly and I just opened my eyes to look at her in shock, my cheeks burning and my heart feeling like it was floating.
"Y-You're supposed to kiss me at the end of the date," I tried to tease her but my throat was dry and my voice came out croaky, making Brittany giggle.
"I can still kiss you at the end of the night, too," Brittany whispered, her hands dropping for my cheeks and instinctively reaching out for mine. I think she could sense how flustered I was becoming, because she squeezed my hand in hers, "are you ready?"
"More than ready," I grinned back at her, snapping back into reality and returning the small squeeze to her hand in reassurance. "How was your day?" I asked her after she locked her door and we started walking back to my car.
Brittany shrugged and then winked at me, "much better now you're here."
I chuckled at her flirty comment, "you had the day off work?" I asked and she nodded in confirmation.
"Yeah, this morning I just caught up on sleep and did some stretches. This week has been a killer with all of the extra rehearsals. Was you at the club today?" Brittany asked.
"Uh-" I hesitated, looking down at the ground. "I decided to stay home because I was too nervous about tonight and I knew that Quinn would just tease me about it all day."
Brittany chuckled and stepped closer to me as the elevator door closed, "I make you nervous?" She teased, her lips pulling into a playful smirk and my eyes focused on them.
I could feel my head nodding as she let out a chuckle, before her tongue poked out to lick her lips in a way that almost made my knees buckle. I'm sure she was teasing me on purpose. "Y-You-" I cut myself off and took a breath. "A good nervous," I ended up saying and Brittany grinned.
"You make me a good nervous, too," Brittany whispered, her voice soothing and raspy, and her lips brushed against my flustered cheek lightly as she moved to pull me out of the elevator.
We both waved at the doorman as we passed him and he looked down at our joined hands with a knowing smile, and I felt proud to be the one that was walking out here with Brittany. I lead her over to my parked car and opened the door for her, she sent me a shy smile and I made my way around to the passenger side.
"Are you going to tell me where we are going?" Brittany asked with curiosity as I started up the car.
As usual, she reached out to fiddle with the radio and I just glanced at her with a coy smile, shrugging my shoulders at her.
"Please," Brittany pouted after giving me a playful roll of her eyes and I frowned.
"That's not fair," I pointed out, feeling all of the secrecy building up in my throat and getting ready to tumble out just from the sight of her pouting face. "It's only like a fifteen minute drive," I told her, trying to avoid looking at her as I pulled out onto the road.
"Fine, you win," Brittany laughed, surrendering and her hand fell onto my thigh.
I jumped at the feeling of her directly touching my exposed skin and it felt like I was getting little electric shocks everytime her fingertips drew a different pattern. The fluttering in my heart intensified and I felt a dull feeling of want spread in the pit of my stomach from her touch.
She was distracting me, effortlessly, and the way she was softly singing along to the music on the radio definitely wasn't helping either. I bit down on my lip, trying to keep my focus on the road in front of me, but all of my senses were begging to drown in everything Brittany.
"You should really pay more attention to the road," Brittany giggled after a few minutes when I took another glance at her to find her staring back at me with a smirk on her face.
"I can't help it with you touching me like that," I pointed out with a small chuckle.
That was apparently the worst thing I could have said, or maybe it was exactly the right thing to say, because without another word, Brittany's nails were scratching even higher up my thigh and it suddenly felt extremely hot in the car and it was hard to take a proper breath through the lump that had formed in the back of my throat.
I forced my eyes to remain glued on the road and my chest was tight with want but it was getting more and more difficult to try and resist the urge to just pull over at the side of the road and kiss her. "Brittany…" I whined when she added a slight bit more pressure and then suddenly she was pulling her hand completely away. I pouted, "w-what?"
"I want to actually make it to our date and not die in a car accident on the way," Brittany laughed and I rolled my eyes at her.
"Tease," I mumbled and she just laughed louder.
The rest of the drive had, sadly, no more distractions from Brittany's wondering hands and we were pulling up outside of the restaurant safely.
Brittany looked at me with wide eyes, "y-you brought me to Señorita's? This is like the most romantic restaurant ever!"
"Oh, is it? I had no idea," I teased with a small smirk.
"H-How did you even manage this? They are always fully booked up, I heard that you've got to book like months in advance," Brittany looked at me with disbelief as we both got out of the car.
I was the one that reached for her hand this time, lifting it to my lips and placing a few delicate kisses across her knuckles. "I managed to pull a few strings, the owners daughter attends classes at the club sometimes," I winked at her.
Brittany blushed, and she looked at me with adoration. "You know, I've always wanted to come here," Brittany grinned and I returned it as we walked to the entrance.
"Me too, I just never found somebody special enough to bring them here," I told her, then leaned in to whisper in her ear as I opened the door for her, "until now, that is."
"San…" Brittany trailed off.
I just sent her a soft smile and walked us over to the counter where an older Spanish woman was sitting. My heart melted at the sight, and I smiled warmly at her, "Hola, tenemos una reserva."
Brittany's head snapped to look at me and I could feel her eyes burning into me in shock. "Hola, nombre, por favor?" The woman asked kindly.
"Santana Lopez," I told her and her face instantly lit up with recognition.
"Ah, Santana!" She gushed with bright eyes and she stood up, "come this way."
Brittany and I followed behind the woman as she ushered us further into the restaurant, and I let my eyes scan my surroundings. It was a cosy, but classy, restaurant with fairy lights and traditional Spanish music playing. Couples were up dancing on the dance floor, which was surrounded by candles, and everything just looked beautiful. A wave of nostalgia hit me as familiar aromas filled my nose, smells of traditional Spanish foods that I haven't eaten for five years, and I felt a comfort in having Brittany here with me, experiencing this with me.
"Only the best seats for you, Santana, and your gorgeous date," her accent was thick and her words warmed something inside of me that I didn't even know was still cold. "Somebody will be over in a couple of minutes to get you some drinks," she told us with a smile.
I gave her a shy smile, "thank you so much."
She nodded, disappearing back to the front of house, and I pulled out Brittany's chair for her. "My lady," I teased and she giggled as she sat down.
I sat opposite her and Brittany instantly sent me a look of curiosity, "I didn't know that you could speak Spanish," she practically gasped.
"Spanish was my first language growing up," I explained softly, "I'm a little bit rusty now."
"Didn't sound rusty to me," Brittany teased.
I smirked, "oh?"
She leaned her chin on her hands, inching closer to me, "you sounded really sexy."
I kept my eyes locked with hers, "Eres la mujer más hermosa que he visto en mi vida." The blues in Brittany's eyes darkened as she stared back at me and I watched as she visibly gulped.
"I-I have no idea what you just said," Brittany giggled, "but it was hot."
"I said that you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," I told her softly and I watched her cheeks become adorably red colour that they do when she gets shy.
She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it again when a waitress appeared at our table. "Hola, my name is Rosa. I will be your waitress today, can I get you both something to drink?" She asked.
"I'll have a glass of Sangria, please," I asked and then looked to Brittany.
"I'll have the same, thank you," she grinned.
"Perfect, I'll be back in a few minutes with your drinks and to take your food order," Rosa told us and then walked away, leaving us alone once again.
I passed one of the menus to Brittany and watched as she frowned, "it's all in Spanish," she pouted.
I giggled in amusement. "If you look underneath, the description of what is inside the dish is written in English," I told her, pointing over to one of the descriptions to show her.
"Oh," she laughed. "Do you recommend anything?"
"I think I'll probably get the seafood paella, it was my favourite thing to eat growing up and I haven't had it for years," I told her. "Do you like seafood or do you prefer stuff with meat?"
"No, I like seafood," Brittany confirmed. "I think I want to try that too, if it's your favourite."
"Are you sure? I can tell you what some of the other options are too, if you want something else?" I asked her with a smile.
She shook her head, "no, I want to try. How come you haven't had it for years if you like it so much?"
Oh.
I could feel my entire body freeze from the unexpected question and I felt my entire stomach drop, and not in the good way. It wasn't that I never expected her to ever bring up questions like this, because we've spoken loads about her family, I just didn't expect it right now.
Luckily for me, Rosa appeared with our glasses of wine and I was able to collect my thoughts and internally prepare myself.
"Here we go, two glasses of Sangria. Are you both ready to order food now, or would you like me to give you a couple more minutes to decide?" Rosa asked as she placed a glass each in front of us.
"No, we're ready to order," I smiled, "can we just get two portions of the seafood paella, please?"
"Is that everything I can get for you, Miss?" She asked and I nodded my head. "Food will be ready shortly," Rosa informed us after scribbling down our order in her small notebook, before smiling and walking off again.
I turned back to Brittany nervously, and lifted the glass of Sangria to my lips to take a sip of wine. "I haven't seen my family for six years," I breathed out, getting straight to the point.
Brittany's eyes widened, and a look of horror immediately took over her face. "I-I'm sorry- I-" I shook my head slightly, cutting her off, and covered her hand that was resting on the table with my own.
"It's okay," I reassured her. "Growing up, my family were always very religious and they believed that there were certain ways that you must live your life. Anybody that didn't fit into their box of expectations, they judged and would always tell me that I should never be one of those people." Brittany frowned at my words, "it was also part of the reason why I struggled so much in high school and why I didn't want to accept my sexuality for so long."
"They didn't accept it?" Brittany breathed out the question, but it came out more of a statement and I gave her a small nod in confirmation.
"When I came out at the start of senior year, they kicked me out and I had to go and live with Quinn. My Mami and my Abuela, they just kept saying that I should have kept it a secret, that it was wrong for a girl to love another girl," I explained, smiling slightly when Brittany flipped her hand under mine and laced our fingers together. It was such a comforting gesture, and suddenly, the pain that I felt in my chest turned into adoration for the woman sitting in front of me. "My Papi, he wasn't so bad. He didn't agree with it but he didn't get as mad as my Mami and my Abuela. The last time I heard from him was when he sent over my college fund at the end of senior year, I didn't need it because I got a full scholarship but I ended up using it to start up the club," I told her, "I haven't been back to Lima since."
"San," Brittany frowned. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through something like that," she told me.
"It used to hurt, a lot, actually. But now I'm just thankful to have people in my life that love and appreciate me for me," I told her truthfully. Although the sting was sometimes there, it didn't hurt as badly as it did those years ago and I have slowly come to accept that I didn't need that kind of fake love from people that should love me unconditionally.
"You're really amazing, did you know that?" Brittany asked and I blushed, "I'm serious. You are beautiful and smart, and you are so kind and just…wonderful. You deserve people in your life that encourage that, not make you feel bad for who you are."
"Do- Do you want to dance with me?" I whispered.
Brittany grinned widely, "I would love to dance with you, Santana."
I lifted up our joined hands, leading her up from the table and guiding us to the dance floor. As soon as we had joined all of the other couples, my arms looped around Brittany's neck and she pulled me flush against her, her hands snaking around my waist. I smiled at her shyly as we swayed to the music slowly, "this is different to how our dances at the club usually go," I giggled.
Brittany laughed, "yeah…" she agreed, guiding our hips to move in perfect time together. She leaned in slowly, her forehead coming to lean against mine, "but I think I prefer it like this."
"Me too," I admitted, breathing through my nose as I felt her warm breath hit against my lips.
"If I kiss you now, can I still kiss you at the end of the night?" Brittany whispered softly as her eyes dropped down to my lips and I giggled, scrunching my nose up at her.
"You can kiss me whenever you want," I cooed, and dipped my head to connect my lips with hers.
She whimpered against my lips as I moved them fluidly in time with hers and I couldn't feel her hold around my waist tighten. The kiss was soft and filled with meaning and it had me feeling slightly dizzy; I knew that I was dizzy from the effects of Brittany's kiss because I hadn't even drank half of my glass of wine yet.
Our lips were gentle, moving slowly together, and even though it didn't deepen and we were surrounded by a restaurant full of people, it felt like the most intimate kiss I had ever had.
I broke the kiss when we both started smiling into it, and pulled back to affectionately nuzzle my nose into hers. "Something that feels that right can never be wrong, Santana," Brittany whispered, her voice soft but firm, and she spun me around in her arms.
I melted into her front as her arms tightened around me, almost like she was protecting me from everything in the world, and I leaned my head back against her shoulder. "Oh!" I mumbled when noticing Rosa trying to get our attention from our table, "food is here!"
I turned around to leave one more soft kiss to Brittany's addictive lips and then lead her back over to our table.
As we settled back down at the table with our food, we fell back into our natural flirtatious banter and light conversation. Brittany was her amazingly charming self and would make comments that had me giggling uncontrollably. She listened with interest as I told her about all of the different Spanish dishes I would eat as a child and she asked questions about the culture I grew up around. Brittany told me about high school for her, how people would always see her as the dumb blonde and didn't understand the way that she seen the world; I told her it was because she was too smart for them and they just weren't awesome enough to get that she was a genius.
We sipped on our wine, sending shy smiles and unspoken glances, silently admitting just how special tonight felt for the both of us. My entire body was reacting to everything; her words, her soft touches, she smiles and I loved it.
The car ride back to Brittany's apartment was the same, filled with us singing loudly along to the radio and giggling at each other, and I never wanted the night to end; this was the best first date I had ever been on, in fact, this was the best date I had ever been on.
"Want me to walk you up?" I asked her as I pulled up outside of her apartment, hoping that she would say yes, because I really wanted just a few more minutes with her.
"Yeah," Brittany grinned and we walked hand-in-hand into her building. "I really enjoyed tonight, San," Brittany told me softly, and I squeezed her hand a little bit tighter.
"I did too, I always love spending time with you," I told her with a smile.
The elevator door pinged opened and we both stepped inside, and Brittany looked at me with a small smirk on her face. I lifted my brow at her curiously and she shifted on her feet, before biting down on her lip. "Sooo, next time I get to take you out, right?" She asked me.
I beamed at her, and tried to hide the happiness by playfully rolling my eyes at her. "Well, I mean, that's only fair, right?" I giggled.
"Totally, my turn to spoil you," Brittany winked.
"I'll go on as many dates with you as you want, Britt-Britt," I lifted my free hand to her cheek, running my index finger across her cheekbone and watching as a trail of goosebumps appeared on her skin beneath my touch.
She smiled at me and the door opened and pulled me out with her. Brittany was practically dragging me down the hallway and I laughed, but before I had chance to tell her to slow down, my back was being pushed up against her door and my eyes were widening at the unexpected actions.
Fuck, that was hot.
My chest heaved and my eyes darted down to her lips and suddenly she was pressed up against me and kissing all of the air out of me. I instinctively brought my hands up, threading my fingers through her hair and pulled her impossibly closer.
Brittany's thigh slipped between my legs and she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, and a loud moan crawled up my throat at the overwhelming sensations my body was feeling. The warmth of our skin pressed together as she pushed her thigh up further into me and the warmth of her tongue entering my mouth made my entire body heat up. My grip in her hair tightened and I felt my knees go weak when her hands gripped my hips.
"Hmm," Brittany hummed into my mouth hotly, sending vibrations through my body and they landed in a heated pool at the bottom of my stomach, inching closer to my core and spiking my arousal almost to the point of no return.
I sucked on her bottom lip, before nibbling on it gently, making another soft moan tumble from her lips and it sounded like heaven. We pulled away breathlessly and it took me a few seconds to land back on Earth before my eyes fluttered back open.
Brittany looked just as dazed as I felt. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were swollen, her hair was messy and her hair was the darkest shade of blue I had ever seen in them. She looked so sexy and it took everything I had in me not to pull her back into another kiss.
"I really don't want to go," I whispered.
"Then don't," Brittany pouted.
I giggled, "I don't sleep over on the first date."
She smirked, titling her head to the side and began littering the side of my neck with kisses. They were open mouthed and hot, her tongue wetting my skin and my head fell back against the door, naturally exposing more skin to her.
She trailed her kisses up, slowly, and I felt my entire body shiver when I felt her breath hit against my ear. "We don't have to sleep," Brittany husked in the sexiest voice I had ever heard, and I actually fucking whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut.
"Britt…" I breathed out.
She giggled, pressing another soft kiss to my lips and then pulled away from me. "I'm just teasing, San," Brittany giggled, yeah I fucking know, "we can not-sleep after our second date."
I laughed, slapping her arm lightly, "don't you ever stop?"
"Nope," Brittany winked, and I just rolled my eyes playfully. "I had a really good time tonight," Brittany told me again softly, "I'll see you tomorrow for Sunday cuddles?"
"Definitely, can't wait," I grinned, pressing one more soft kiss to her lips, before moving out of the way of her door so that she could open it. "Goodnight," I whispered.
"Goodnight, San, text me when you're home safely," Brittany told me and I nodded.
She smiled, stepping into the door and giving me a flirty wave. I chuckled, waving back at her and watching as she disappeared behind her door.
Once she was fully inside and I heard her click her lock into place, I sighed dreamily against the wall and took a few moments to collect myself.
Best first date ever.