Hey my lovely mythical creatures.

I've finally came up with a fic idea that is close to my heart and I think you will all enjoy the ride.

Let me abduct your mind and help you to get away, if only for a moment.

Reviews are welcome.

Edit: This is an Older/Younger Brittana Fic ( 6 1/2 year age gap) so if you're not comfortable with the idea of that, don't read. To the guest reviewer that took time to read the entire fic before voicing their opinion, feel free to not read any updates :)

Enjoy Guys!

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"Mama!" Santana watched as Dahlia ran passed Ronny, the little boy in her class that always wore his yellow rain boots to school: yes, even when the sun was shining bright and the weather called for blue skies. She practically leaped over him, her tutu bouncing with each stride.

Santana was leaning against the doorframe of Mrs Abby's kindergarten class, Michael Kors on her arm and Louboutins on her feet. It was rare that she was able to get out of work early, especially on a Monday; her busiest work day of the week. Freshly 30 years old, the woman had managed to climb her way up the corporate ladder and was currently the youngest CEO of Esselle Studios: one of her greatest accomplishments in life. Apart from the little girl who clumsily slammed into her legs almost knocking her over.

"Hi baby..." Santana greeted her daughter with the widest smile and soft laughter at her free spirit antics. She scooped the kindergartner into her arms; a million kisses covered caramel cheeks. "How was school mija?" She asked pulling back and tucking loose wispy stands of brown hair behind the little girls ear: hair that had escaped the relatively neat ponytail she sported this morning.

"Awesome! Mrs Abby had her baby Mama! Hers a girl. Her wasn't at school today acause her needs to take care of the baby! Oh I drawed you a picture mama! Lemme go get it!" Dahlia squirmed out of Santana's arms and Santana let her down with a confused look.

She knew Dahlias teacher was pregnant but she wasn't due for a couple months, or so she thought, as she counted months in her head. No way was she that blocked off from reality. Santana scanned the room as children and parents filtered out. The idea that maybe Dahlia had let her imagination get the best of her went out the window when she noticed an unfamiliar tall blonde at the head of the classroom, placing a basket of Legos on top of the story time bookshelf.

I Santana headed in the woman's direction, assuming she was filling in for Mrs Abby as she seemed to be the only adult that wasn't occupied by a child on her hip or attached to her hand.

Dahlia had clearly gotten distracted with digging through a basket labelled 'Artwork' across the room. A few strides and heels clicking on tiled flooring and Santana found herself tapping the leggy blonde on the shoulder, her bitch face in tact. Habit.

"Excuse me..." She asked, her face full of obvious assumption, considering no one had informed her of the changes with Mrs Abby being gone. The woman turned around and immediately Santana noticed baby blues that struck her numb. She didn't speak for a moment. The woman raised an eyebrow in confusion before smiling sweetly and extending her hand.

"Hi, I'm Brittany Pierce." Brittany looked from Santana's hand to her face a few times, taking in her tapered slacks and fitted low cut white blouse, until Santana was able to gather herself.

I "Umm hi, Santana: Santana Lopez." She shook the extended hand with regained confidence, earning a chuckle from Brittany followed by an explanation.

"I'm sure you're wondering who I am. Honestly, this position was kind of sprung on me this morning. I mean I've subbed for a few classes here before, but mostly I teach dance to preschool through high school students in the ballet quarters twice a week. I am qualified though don't worry." Brittany rambled, releasing Santana's hand with a wink before moving behind her desk to grab a sheet of paper off a messy stack and handing it to Santana, who took it with a nod and looked it over for a second. "This should explain everything, but Mrs Abby went into labor early this morning. She's okay and so is the baby but she won't be back for the remainder of the school year." Brittany was so chipper and looked way too young to be a teacher.

"I'm-"

"Dahlia's mom, yeah I know." Brittany looked at Dahlia and Santana's gaze followed.

"How did you-"

"Are you kidding me? She looks just like you...plus she told me all about you...she's extremely fond of you Santana. Apparently you take the best-est pictures in the whole universe. I'm impressed." Brittany tucked her hair behind her ears before crossing her arms across her chest.

Santana turned her attention back to Brittany, she was still a bit confused and not at all expecting all this new information to be tossed at her this afternoon, but she, of all people knew life could toss major curve balls. "How old are you?" It was straightforward and Santana looked the young woman up and down. Brittany simply laughed and shook her head as if she'd gotten the question on a daily basis. Santana waited with a raised brow; she didn't get the joke.

"I'm 23" She said simply. Waving to one of the children with a smile as they yelled out in excitement that they would see her tomorrow. As Santana expected, Brittany was in fact young: younger than Mrs Abby, who was closer to her own age.

"23..." she repeated, as if the age didn't seem right. Brittany just nodded with a tight-lipped smile. She was used to this reaction though. She knew she was young, but she also knew she was qualified and passionate about her job.

"All my contact information is oskn that sheet." She pointed, "and I will be emailing each parent personally once the sheet is filled out and returned. I know no one was prepared for these changes but I promise I'll make the transition as easy and fun as possible for parents and the kiddos. Right Dahlia?" Santana looked to her side to find Dahlia shoving the drawing she must have been searching for into her Doc McStuffins' backpack. The little girl smiled up at Brittany and nodded.

"Ms Brittany dances Mami! She's super good and her has blonde hair like Quinny."

Brittany kneeled down to help Dahlia neatly place the drawing in her backpack, glancing up at Santana as she zipped it back up and placed it on Dahlias back. "Quinny, huh? She must be super cool." Santana didn't like the way the young blonde looked at her - was she, flirting? Hell no. That's like, super unprofessional right?

"There we go, all set sweetheart." Brittany tickled Dahlia's tummy, and was rewarded with the sweetest giggle before standing and locking eyes with an abnormally silent Santana, who had watched the scene between teacher and student with a million questions on her mind. "It was so nice to meet you Santana, and I'll see you tomorrow Dahlia." A simple smile and one last look over Santana and she walk back over to where she was cleaning up a mess of toys from the day's lessons, leaving Santana feeling lost and in a daze.

"I'm telling you Quinn, it was weird... it kind of creeped me out." Santana cradled her phone between her ear and her shoulder as she typed away at her laptop that sat atop her legs that were crossed Indian style. Dahlia sat at the end of Santana's king sized bed, an American girl doll on her lap and her eyes glued to some colorful cartoon. Both girls were dressed in pajamas and settled in for the night.

"Santana, are you sure you're not reading too much into this?" Quinn asked, her voice filled with doubt. "Like the time you thought the kid at Silvers was trying to steal your car and he was simple trying to do his job and valet." Quinn laughed at the memory and Santana rolled her eyes, adjusting her glasses on her nose.

"Most people use their damn words! He just reached for my keys!" Dahlia turned to look at her mother with a scolding expression. Her brows scrunched up as she attempted to look stern and pointed at Santana with the arm that wasn't securing her doll in her lap.

"Dollar in the swear jar mama!" She turned back to her show with a giggle, proud that she had caught her mother using 'no-no words'.

"This kid is gonna make me broke..." She joked with her best friend. I mean the jar was practically overflowing with dollar bills. Santana shook her head and resumed the topic at hand. "But seriously...do you think I should say something? I mean even if she wasn't flat out intentionally flirting with me, I'm not a like...a lesbian or anything." Santana ran an hand through her hair, a nervous habit.

"I don't know Santana, what if this girl is just friendly? What if she was simply trying to make a good impression on you as a teacher? I don't feel as though you need to address it, at least not until she grabs a boob or slaps your ass. Then I'd start to worry just a bit. And even if she does have a girl crush...so what? Why is that such a horrible idea? You're a beautiful strong woman, plus I saw the shirt you wore to the studio today." Quinn laughed at her own joke and Santana's eyes grew at the visual.

The conversation continued as best friends gossiped a bit more and discusses a photo shoot that Santana had lined up for the following day at a brand new Hampton that was soon to open in Manhattan. Santana had added 6 more bucks to the swear jar by the time she said her goodnight to Quinn and ended the call.

She checked the time before sticking her phone in her bra and closing the laptop that had made its way off her lap and onto the opposite side of the bed from where she was sitting. It was close to nine in the evening. She swung her bare feet off the side of the bed and made her way to turn off the television that hung mounted on the wall just in front of her bed, evoking a whine from Dahlia.

"Ayee, no ma'am I don't want to hear it, I gave you an extra 30 minutes of cartoons." Santana stressed, her hands on her hips. "Teeth brushed and in bed in 10 minutes mija. Maybe we can finally finish the book with the lost puppy, see how it ends, whattaya say?"

Dahlias eyes lit up. She hopped down off the bed and raced out the double doors of Santana's bedroom and into her bathroom down the hall. Santana couldn't help but laugh, her heart swelling with admiration. Dahlia was getting so big. She would be six in a matter of months, and next school year, first grade. It had always been just the two of them; well there was Quinn who Santana met in college. She was there for her entire pregnancy, Lamaze and all, and when Quinn married Puck, ultimately Santana gained him and their two daughters who were both older the Dahlia.

Shaking her head, she entered her own bathroom suite, twisting her hair into a messy bun and brushing her teeth, scrolling through Instagram as she did so.

Santana walked down the hall, which lead to Dahlia's bedroom, peeking in her bathroom as she passed to make sure there was no mess. She smiled when she saw the counter space was clean and void of any mess. When she stepped into her daughter's room, she was greeted by a little butt sticking out of the toy chest in the corner. She cleared her throat, causing Dahlia to wiggle out of the chest and turn to meet Santana's gaze with a pout.

"I can't find my Ana doll mama..." She ran over to Santana who lifted her in her arms and moved to sit on the bed with Dahlia on her lap.

"That's because you left it at Quinny's house baby, remember? She's brining it to work tomorrow and I'll make sure she's back safe in your arms when I get home." Santana kissed Dahlia's cheek and wrapped her arms tight around a tiny waist. "Why don't you sleep with Lamby, she looks super lonely over there on the floor." Dahlia nodded, still not completely happy to not have her Ana doll, but satisfied with the compromise.

Once Dahlia had her stuffed Lamby in hand and was snuggled close to Santana under her comforter, Santana began to read the story of the lost puppy; the soft glow of Dahlia's night lamp setting a serene atmosphere. It truly was one of Santana's favorite this to do. It was so easy to forget the world and all its stress when it was just she and Dahlia, cuddled close and just being with one another.

Occasionally Dahlia would ask a question and Santana would happily answer and place a soft kiss on her forehead. It didn't take long for little snores to fill the air. Santana held Dahlia for a few moments more just looking at her face but when she felt herself nodding off she gently moved to get out of bed to head into her own bedroom to end the night.

"Mama..."

If Santana had been one more step outside Dahlias bedroom she wouldn't have heard the tiny sleep filled voice. She turned around and popped her head in the open door.

"Yeah baby?"

"I wanna dance," she mumbled.

Santana simply smiled and nodded. "Of courses baby. I know you'd be the best dancer. You can learn from Ms Lelia; Noa and Alana dance with her."

"I wanna dance with Ms Brittany."

Santana's eyes grew wide but she found her composure quickly. "I'll have to look into it babybop, get some sleep okay? Te quiero mucho."

"Te quiero mucho, mommy."

Apparently avoiding Ms Brittany was no longer an option.