"Brittany and Santana, sitting in the tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Quinn sang as Brittany opened the door.

"You're late. Shut up and help me." she pulled Quinn inside the apartment.

"How may I help you, milady." said Quinn laughing while Brittany tried to dry her hair with a towel. "Let me look your wrist first."

"It's fine, Q."

"Did you get the medicines?"

"Yeah, it's in my purse. I need help brushing my hair. Then make up, button my shirt and zip my pants."

"I'm not zipping your pants! Use sweatpants or a skirt."

"I can't. Sweatpants are pajamas and I can't wear a skirt with the shirt I want to wear." Brittany pouted.

"Ok, but only after you try to zip it one hundred times and not succeed." Quinn crossed her arms and followed Brittany to her bedroom. "So, how did this happen? Did you call her after you came back from the Doctor?"

"No, I saw her on the hospital giving flowers and balloons to some kids. I asked to talk to her and we hang out the rest of the day." It was a perfect day. Without the broken wrist and spines on her butt. Actually, she did enjoy Santana pulling out the spines from her butt. Brittany couldn't hold a giggle.

"Really? I wouldn't take her as a kind person. She scared me that day we met." Brittany looked to Quinn who was now brushing her hair.

"She's the nicest person." and smiled.

"I still need to give her my scary best friend speech. Don't let me forget next time we meet." Quinn was definitely not scary. Her blonde hair, her clothes, her green eyes. Not scary at all.

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"Quinn, please! I'm going to be late!" she tried all the ways she could. Putting pants was the hardest thing ever and she didn't even get to the part where she had to zip it.

"You didn't try one hundred times yet. Keep trying" Quinn shouted from the living room.

"I just have 5 more minutes until noon. I can't be late to our first date." Brittany was jumping all over the room. Her right wrist was hurting too much for her to grab her dark jeans and pull up. "Please, my wrist is hurting so bad." she pouted.

Promptly Quinn walked into the bedroom. "Don't show me more than you'd show a priest." Quinn had her eyes half shut and helped her as fast as she could to pull her pants up and even zip it.

"Thanks! It's not like you've never seen me naked. I take my clothes off every time I drink." Brittany now started to struggle with the buttons of her sleeveless shirt. Quinn quickly helped her.

"Even though, I already saw too much in my life. Keep it for Santana!" as soon as she finished to button the last one she asked, "Why do you have to wear pants? You always wear shorts even when it's 40 degrees outside."

"Last time I wore shorts I fell on top of a cactus. I don't want anything on my way this time." Or butt.

"What were you two doing?" Quinn laughed.

"Well, I was kissing Santana and it was so hot how she moved her lips that I…" Brittany said with a big smile until Quinn interrupted her.

"Actually, I don't think I want to know the answer." And as soon as she finished the phrase she stormed out of the bedroom.

Brittany giggled and chose a long necklace so she didn't have to open and close it. Now she was ready. She grabbed her purse, wallet, cellphone and everything else she thought she might need.

"How do I look?" she said spinning around as Quinn petted Prince in the living room.

"I already saw you." said Quinn nonchalantly. Not Chantilly. Just like anywhere outside that French city.

"And…?" Brittany said still spinning around. Quinn laughed.

"You look great, B. Is she picking you up?"

"I guess, I don't remember actually." Was she? Did they talk about it?

"Call her."

"Hmmm… I don't have her number." Shit!

"What? You two were really busy to not exchange numbers or set where would you meet." Quinn gave a mischievous smile.

"Stop!" Brittany didn't know what to do. Call Santana on her flower shop, make Quinn call Puck, walk to Santana's apartment or her shop, even though it is in the same…

A buzz cut her thoughts. She ran to the buzzer.

"Yes?"

"Hey Britt, it's Santana."

"Hi, I'll meet you in seconds."

Quinn was still laughing at Brittany's scared/happy/confused/worried face.

"Go, run. She's waiting!"

"Thank you Quinn, can you close the door when you leave? Bye-bye Q."

"Watch your step! I don't want you breaking another bone." Quinn shouted from her apartment's door.

Brittany run down the stairs and met Santana breathless.

"Hi…" Santana was looking gorgeous; her hair was straight and tossed to the right. She was wearing a short white and blue dress and black high heels. Brittany had to take deep breaths to recover from the running and Santana's persona.

"Hi Britt, you didn't have to run." Santana kissed her cheek. "How's your wrist?" Santana gently hold Brittany's right hand inspecting the cast like she had X-ray vision. "Does it hurts?" Santana looked into her eyes.

"It hurts a little but the Doctor gave me some medicines so it doesn't hurt too bad." Actually it was hurting more than a little. "You look beautiful, Santana." she was beautiful every time they met. Knowing that Santana dressed up just for her made her look more than beautiful. Brittany lacked words to describe.

"Thank you, Britt. I'm sure I don't look as beautiful as you." Santana walked to Brittany's left side and grabbed her hand. But Brittany used this moment to give a hug in Santana.

"I really like hugs" Brittany said as she embraced Santana.

"Good." Santana laughed, "I really like hugs too." she gave a light kiss in Brittany's lips and separated from the hug "Where do you want to go?"

"You asked me out, you're the one supposed to pick a place."

"Hmmk… What about Breadstix? It's my favorite place ever."

"I've never been there."

"Ow, you'll love it. They're literally forbidden to stop bringing you breadsticks." Brittany laughed at how Santana

I do not own glee.

I needed to connect the previous chapter with the date but I reached 1k words too fast. So, boring chapter. Whatever. hahaha

Coming up next: The date and maybe change the age stuff to M (Mermaid). Who likes kink stuff? Me o/ But its a maybe. If I can't write it properly it will keep the T (Toddler) rating. Which I have no idea what it means. I didn't start writing it yet, I have two tests: one tomorrow and one on Saturday. And a presentation tomorrow. Screw you, college!

Let me know about it? (: Thanks