A/N: This is my new story, more of a teaser this chapter is really. Tell me if you like it.
"Santana and I are getting married," I excitedly told my parents.
"Santana?" My dad asked confused as a product of his low IQ.
"Yeah Santana," I muttered under my breath. He really was stupid, even stupider than me, which really says a lot because I'm stupid.🐧
"Well I need to tell you something too" my mom started "your father isn't your real father Brittany!"
"Wait what?" My dad queried.
"We talked about this, we talked about it last night, we talked about it every night for the last nineteen years," my mom stated.
"Then who is?" I asked.
"Clancy Wiggum," she continued "and you have a little brother called Ralph."
"How?" I questioned, though fearing slightly what the answer would be.
"Do I really need to explain to you what sex is Brittany?" She asked pulling a concerned face.
"No not really" I responded, cringing heavily "were does he live anyway?"
"Springfield" she began, "and he wants to meet you."
"Okay, well when?" I muttered.🐧👾💚