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"Brit, can you come get me, please," Santana wept into her phone.

"Sweetie, what's wrong, where are you?" The blonde answered.

"At my Abuela's house. You remember how to get here right?" There was a pause then Brittany heard a sob as Santana continued, "I need you right now Brit. Please."

"Of course, I'm coming just wait one second."

"I love you," Santana uttered.

"I love you too, Santana," Brittany assured her.

Santana had started to walk around her Abuela's neighborhood after she was kicked out. She couldn't think about anything but the pain until she heard Brittany's voice over the phone. Somehow that voice could put a smile on her face no matter what the circumstances. "How could this happen to me?" She thought. "It hurts to hide, but I've never felt the kind of pain that I felt when my role model, the woman that helped raise me, rejected me, hated me." "Oh God," she thought as a brand new wave of tears escaped her eyes. She had tried to fight back the tears. She didn't like crying it kind of screwed with her don't mess with me reputation. It was just habit to hold it in.

Santana looked up when she heard a car horn beep. She bit her lip as Brittany pulled over and got out of the driver's seat. The second Brittany's two feet were on the ground the teary girl ran and threw her arms around her best friend's neck. There was no holding back tears now. She buried her head in Brittany's soft warm neck and just sobbed.

"Baby, what's wrong?" She asked as stroked Santana's dark hair.

"I like it when you call me baby," Santana muttered weakly into her soft blonde hair.

Brittany giggled, "Well, I like calling you my baby."

"Brit, she hates me," Santana uttered.

"Nobody could hate you honey."

"Well, she does. My Abuela kicked me out when I told her that I'm a lesbian." Even now as she said that word she whispered instinctually. "She never wants to see my face again," she sobbed, actually it was more like wailed.

Brittany took her shoulders and pushed her out until they were face to face. "Okay, get in the car," she smiled and wiped away a tear, "Today I'm taking care of you. Today is all about you, okay."

"Brittany, you're amazing," Santana looked into her eyes and said sincerely.

Brittany just smiled. Santana hopped into the passenger seat and heard a loud screech and hiss. She jumped up and saw a very large, angry mass of fur. She looked at Brittany quizzically who replied, "Lord Tubbington was worried about you, plus he's been eyeballing my parents' liquor cabinet lately." She looked around suspiciously and whispered, "I think he might have a drinking problem. I have to keep an eye on him."

It was adorable how she was completely serious about the matter, how she truly believed the impossible. There was a whole other world floating around in that strange, beautiful Brittany mind, and Santana wanted nothing more than to be the next impossible thing. The thing that should never happen, but could be real if the girl of her dreams just wanted it to be.

"Okay, Brittany," she giggle as she picked up the bulbous excuse for a cat and placed him in the back seat.

Brittany drove off, then after some silence she looked over and intertwined her fingers with the beautiful, puffy-eyed Latina next to her. At a stop light Santana stretched over the center console, put her hand on Brittany's left cheek, turned her head, and kissed her passionately. She didn't care that anyone could see them. She was lost in the sweet smell of Brittany's perfume, in her soft lips, in the warmth. It wasn't until the car behind them honked, informing them that the light had turned green, that she was reminded that they were still in real life. They sat the rest of the car ride in silence. Santana was taking in every aspect of her best friend's face like it was the first time. She marveled at how the blonde's hand seemed to be made to fit with hers, how their lips were so perfectly matched. She never wanted to leave that moment. Brit's hand in hers, just admiring her flawless beauty.

"Santana, baby, we're here," Brittany said snapping Santana out of her dream state.

They were parked outside of Brittany's house. They got out of the car and Brittany snaked her fingers though her best friend's again. "Come on, I've got a surprise for you," Britt whispered and kissed her cheek.

Santana smiled. She couldn't have cared less what the surprise was. Brit was already making everything perfect. She had a way of doing that. Brittany led her through the front door and stopped in the living room where both her parents were sitting on the couch watching shark week. Santana was confused. In all honesty she imagined the surprise involving sweet lady kisses, but she was more than willing find out what Brittany had in mind.

Her parent looked down at their hands, so Santana loosened her grip and tried to slide her hand away but, Brittany tightened hers. It wasn't like they'd never held hands in front of her parents. It was just always their pinkies or what Santana liked to call "best friend style".

"Mom and dad, I need to tell you something," the blonde announced.

"What'd ya got sweetheart?" Her dad responded.

"Well," she breathed, "you have you promise to not get mad at me or Santana."

"Oh, honey we couldn't get mad at you. What are you trying to tell us?" Her mother assured her.

At that Santana knew what was going on. Brittany was being so brave for her, and she couldn't help but crack a small smile. She wasn't really nervous anymore, not since the love of her life was standing there holding her hand.

"Well, Santana's not just my best friend anymore," she glanced over at her, "She's my girlfriend."

Santana screamed in her head. Brittany had never referred to her as her girlfriend. Not even to her. Brittany's mother looked over at Santana.

"Santana, are you going to take care of my little girl?"

She was shocked. They were taking it so well.

"Karen, I loved Brittany more than anything in the world. I'll never hurt her I swear."

"And you honey bear are you happy?" Her father asked.

"More than ever," Brittany smiled from ear to ear.

"Well, that's all we needed to hear," he smiled as well.

They both got up from the couch and walked towards the two girls. Her mother gave Brittany a hug while her father walked up and looked Santana in the eyes then embraced her as well.

"I'm so happy that you two are happy. Never hurt her and it will stay that way, okay," he whispered.

Santana began to tear up and nodded her head, "I promise."

"Now go along you two; you're interrupting my shark week," Brittany's mom joked.

Santana giggled and as they started to walk towards the stairs she swore she heard Brit's dad laugh at his wife and say, "I told you so, pay up."

This is why she loved them. She always had. They treated her like a daughter from the first day they met her. And Brittany got her sweet innocence from her father and her brave, compassionate side from her mother. They had to be two of the most decent people she'd ever met. All of that paired with the girl of her dreams made life perfect.