Summary: Brittany and Santana go on vacation with family. Santana's family. Brittany needs Santana to teach her more Spanish otherwise she'll be speaking broken Spanglish the whole time.

It was finally the day. The girls had been talking about it for weeks and they couldn't wait any longer. Since they had become an actual couple, Brittany begged to meet more of Santana's family. She always heard about the dozens of cousins she had, or her super fun aunt, and she wanted to give one-hundred-and-five percent into their newly-proclaimed relationship. Brittany didn't have that much extended family, Santana had already met them all. Yeah, it was when they were still closeted and snuck of to Brittany's bedroom during family gatherings at the Pierce household. But now it was different. She heard all about the huge Latina families and didn't want to wait any longer to introduce herself as "San's girlfriend," which she said all the time because she freaking loved calling this girl hers.

"Do you have everything?" Santana called to Brittany, as she went upstairs to check on the blonde who had been taking an oddly long time. "Toothbrush, clothes, bathing suits?" Her voice grew softer as she made her way to her room, where Brittany was still packing last minute 'necessities.'

Brittany was frantically throwing a pile of clothes and toiletries into her suitcase with a disappointed look on her face.

"How many bathing suits are you bringing, babe? There's like, three different pools at the resort," Santana told Brittany, trying to stifle a giggle when she saw Brittany's little fiasco. "And a private beach," Santana said, leaving to Brittany's mind what they could do there. It was owned by her aunt and uncle, so no one else ever used their little sectioned off paradise.

"We're supposed to bring bathing suits?" Brittany asked, confused.

"Baby," Santana started, laughing breathily as a grin spread across her face. She took Brittany's hips lightly as the blonde moved slightly closer to the tan girl. "As much as I love you being naked, and believe me," she spoke, grinning, "I would totally not be opposed to some skinny dipping." Brittany giggled and stopped herself from fantasizing about skinny dipping with Santana before anything got out of hand. "But, I don't know if the other people at the hotel would appreciate sex in the pool," Santana purred in a flirtatious voice.

"Girls! Five minutes! That's all I'm giving you, we have to leave!" Their moment was interrupted by Santana's father calling then from downstairs. He and Santana's mother were already packed and loading into the car.

"I'll finish packing, Sanny. But can you help? This is messy," Brittany broke the awkward silence and kept tossing various articles of clothing into her bag.

"Yeah, but we have to hurry. That pool is waiting for us," Santana winked and turned around to grab more of Brittany's clothes to throw in with the rest.

After a painfully long car ride, filled with 80's music, rest-stops, embarrassing stories shared about Santana's childhood from her parents, and naps, Brittany and Santana were awoken with a, "we're here!" from the Latina girl's mother. The girls got out of their cuddling positions in the back seat and removed Brittany's duck-covered blanket they were sharing to yawn and stretch.

"Finally," Brittany mumbled, which earned a snicker from her girlfriend. They stepped out of the back seat and out of the car. When the sun hit them, their grimaced and squinted, only to look at each other and laugh even more. Brittany laced her hand with Santana and walked over to Mrs. Lopez.

"Girls, you take your luggage and go in there to check in. Get the key cards, find our rooms, and call us when you get up there. Bye mija, bye Brittany."

"Bye Mami," Santana said back and nodded in the direction of her father as another goodbye. Her mother kissed each of them on the cheek and the pair grabbed their luggage. The girls we're approached by a handsome bellhop at the door who smiled brightly and loaded their luggage onto a cart. Santana mouthed a thank-you and they were followed to the check-in desk to get their key cards.

When they received them, they told the bellhop the room numbers and he left to travel up the elevator with their bags.

"Hm," Santana murmured. "A little too friendly there, mister bellhop," She joked to the smirking blonde whom she still had her hand intertwined with.

"Please, Santana," Brittany started, "He's cute," Santana gasped playfully in false surprise. "But you," the blonde continued, raising her eyebrows suggestively, "are much cuter," Brittany replied and kissed Santana on the nose.

"Hey, listen," Santana said.

"I give her all my love, that's all I do," Santana sang along to the girls favorite song playing in the lobby. Brittany chuckled and joined in with the next lyrics. "And if you saw my love, you'd love her too." Santana danced swayed to the music, hand in hand with Brittany playfully while they both had giggling fits.

"How about we check out the candy shop, babe?" Santana suggested. Brittany nodded enthusiastically and they strolled to the shop, past the bar and nightclub in the hotel. They swung their interlocked hands back-and-forth as they kept singing along to the song that was playing.

She gives me everything,

And tenderly;

The kiss my lover brings,

She brings to me,

And I love her.

The idea for the "And I Love Her" as Brittany and Santana's favorite song came from another fic. .net/s/7771558/1/Ive_Got_to_Admit_Its_Getting_Better One of my fav. fics so I hope you read it.