A/N: My first foray into writing Glee. Put on your Sugar from the Future goggles. In case it's not clear, Mama=Brittany and Mom=Santana.


Back at home, Mama likes having dinner parties and inviting tons of people over. When Sugar was younger, she loved the parties because that meant Mom would spend the whole day in the kitchen cooking up a delicious storm. Mama would let her help make the fancy little appetizers and then at the end, they would see who could cram the most in their mouth before Mom noticed and shooed them out. Then, Sugar would put on her best party dress and sit in the living room to wait for her next favorite part: guests arriving. They'd come in with big excited smiles and wrap her in giant hugs and tell her things like "Well don't you look like an angel, sweetie!" and "You're getting so tall!" - basically things that she already knew but who doesn't like being told?

After they had eaten dinner, the grown-ups usually sat around in the living room to chat or play something like Jeopardy or charades. Sugar wishes they would play charades every time, partly because it's so darn funny to watch, but mostly because she's amazed by how good at it her moms are.

Sometimes it just takes a series of simple poses or hand gesture. Other times it's a really elaborate skit that has everyone else wrinkling their foreheads. No matter what though, her moms, they always guess each other correctly on the first try. And then Mom celebrates with that ridiculous shuffly dance that Sugar cannot for the life of her understand.

New friends are predictably baffled and exclaim "That was unreal! What's this secret cheat you guys are hiding up your sleeves?" Mama will shoot an adoring smile at Mom, who has tucked herself tightly into Mama's side, before looking up and replying with a small shrug, "We just love each other. That's all." Some people will chuckle and shake their heads disbelievingly, saying they'll let Mama keep her secret for today but she's going to give it up eventually.

Sugar doesn't usually see those people again.

It's not until shes's watching their younger teenage selves interact in school that Sugar realizes how much truth that seemingly meager explanation holds. She sees it in the middle of a particularly boring history lesson when Mama rummages through her box of all marshmallow Lucky Charms and shyly slides two heart shaped sweets across the desk to Mom, who's face positively melts into a gigantic dopey smile. She sees it in the way that they dance as they choreograph the tango for regionals, bodies moving in a perfect synchronized show of passion and grace. She sees it in how they stand by their lockers, hands linked and foreheads gently touching as one whispers words of encouragement to get the other through a rough day - somehow finding a quiet world of their own in the bustling crowded hallway.

When Sugar looks at her moms, she thinks that the love they have is the most beautiful and obvious thing in the world. As for all those people who think that there's some other giant secret, well, maybe they just don't know what true love is.