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Santana was pretty excited about tonight. After everything that happened between them, her and Brittany had managed to salvage their friendship, and have started hanging out more. Tonight they were going restart their monthly tradition. They used to have sleepovers all the time, but once a month at these sleepovers, they would try to watch as many movies as possible until they fell asleep. So far, they had only been able to stay up til the next morning three times. All three times during the summer or winter breaks and with the use of a disgusting amount of energy drinks/pure sugar. They had only missed one month, but the point was that they had broken their tradition.

I'm bouts to fix that. Santana smirks as she walks up the steps and opens the front door. Immediately Brittany's little sister Katie hugs her legs.

"Tana!" Katie is the only one who calls her that anymore, Brittany and Quinn used to, but Brittany only calls her San or S now, and Quinn and her have kinda stopped talking at the moment.

"Hey Mrs. P, did you hear something?" Santana purposely looks over Katie's head to Mrs. Pierce. There are only two people who brought out her playful side, and their last names were both Pierce.

"No, did you?" Annie said with a little smirk.

"That was me! San I know you can hear meeee!" Katie whined as she tugged on Santana's clothing.

"Oh Kates I didn't see ya there munchkin!" Santana said as she picked Katie up and held her on her hip as Katie giggled.

"Katie it's time for your ba- oh hey San! How are ya kiddo? Been awhile hasn't it? School's good? Parents are good too? Have you grown?" Mr. Pierce rambled as he came to give Santana a hug and ruffle her hair.

"Good. Yes. School is, well, school. Yes. And it's been a month not a decade Mr. Pierce." Santana smiled. Ok so maybe the whole Pierce brought out her playful side, but she couldn't help it. Plus, she was particular psyched about restarting her and Brittany's tradition and hoping to "get her snuggle" on too. (And by that she means actually snuggle, cause she and Brit haven't, you knowed, since the whole locker confession/crack in Santana's heart/ Brittany choosing a boy over her best friend/ Santana still dating Sam.)

"Good to hear. Come on Katie I'll race you to the bathroom!" Santana puts Katie down, who practically leaps out of her arms, and looked up the stairs to where Brittany is standing, wearing just sweats and a tank top with her hair in a crazy bun on the top of her head. Shit. She's so beautiful, even when she's just wearing sweats. Especially when she's just wearing sweats.

"Hey San." Brittany smiled softly down at Santana. Mrs. Pierce watched at how her daughters eyes just shown a little bit brighter with Santana around. Brittany still hadn't come down the stairs.

"Hey Britt, you comin' down? I brought one of our favorite shitty- oops sorry Annie, crappy scary movies, 28 Days Later, cause I know you think the main character is dreamy." Santana sing-songed the last part with a mocking look in her eyes.

"Actually, Artie's parents just told him that they had to visit his grandma Saturday night when we were gonna go out, so I said that we could just have a quick dinner tonight before I hung out with you. That's kinda why I asked you to come a little earlier, so you could help me get ready! And then while I'm gone you can just eat with the fam and I'll be back before you know it! That's cool right, S?"

"What? Oh yeah! Totally! You know I love your dad's extra cheesy mac and cheese!" Santana said with a nervous chuckle, trying to cover up how her voice broke when she said "totally", really trying to ignore the lump in her throat, and really really trying to not notice the slight look of pity in Brittany's eyes. "Pick out some dresses B and I'll be up in a sec, I'm just gonna get a snack."

She heard a muffled mmk as Brittany walked back to her room. Jesus why did I think that tonight could be normal? That boy is going to come in between us for the rest of my life. Just repeat the mantra I now live by: She chose him, she's not your's, you need to move on. She chose him, she's not your's, you need to move on...

Santana turned around with a tear in her eye and walked into the kitchen, walking by without looking Mrs. Pierce in eye, knowing she would see pity. Santana was pretty sure she heard a pitiful "Oh San" on her way but pretended not to hear. Mrs. Pierce watched from the kitchen arch way as Santana down a glass a water, as she tried to catch all the tears rapidly falling from her eye. She missed one, so Santana now had a little tear track along her right cheek. Santana pursed her lips, sniffed, and looked to her side as she tried to control her breathing. When she seemed composed enough she downed another glass of water, and turned to go up to Brittany's room. As Santana passed Mrs. Pierce, she was pulled into a hug, that lingered a little longer than normal, and included a few little back rubs.

"It's really sweet of you to help Britt out tonight, you know how much she likes it when you do her hair." Mrs. Pierce stated a bit sadly.

"Yeah. I know." Santana pulled away with a small smile and went upstairs.


"Ok so I picked out these three, but I think I know which one I'm leaning towards."

"Go with the blue for sure." The blue one must have been new, cause Santana had never seen it before. She silently cursed herself for choosing that one now; she had originally just said that because the color was just right to bring out the blue in her best friend's eyes, but now that she looked at it more closely, she saw that it would be really short and tight on Brittany. Fuck do I wish I was Artie. Jesus, never thought I'd think that, but with Britts in that dress... Just... Fuck.

As Santana stood behind Brittany at her vanity and did her hair, the two made small talk about the girls in their class, some about the glee club, and mainly about random rumors they had heard since the last time they had had a chance to really talk. Since Brittany was looking in the mirror while Santana was staring at Brittany's hair, she thought she might have noticed a single tear track on Santana's cheek, but she wasn't sure, and just ignored it for now.

"Oh shit San, can you help me? I can't find my purse. Lord Tubbington is probably using it as a bed." Brittany said with a frown.

"Yeah Tubbs would, and sure I'm done with your hair anyways."

"Thanks bestie it looks awesome." Brittany said with a playful smile. Santana used to love when Brittany called her that, but now she was split half and half with happiness and misery. Half of her is ecstatic to have their normal best friend-y friendship back, and the other half can't help but take emphasis on the fact that she thinks of Santana as only a friend.

"I'll look downstairs while you get dressed." Good freaking timing, cause I do not think I can handle watching Britt change, and really only be able to watch.


"Brits I found your..." Santana trailed off as she looked up to the stairs as Brittany was coming down. Jesus Christ I'm so in love with this girl was the only thing her mind could process at first. For a second it didn't even hurt that this goddess in front of her was dressed up to see someone else. For a second the sting of being the second choice was numbed by the fact that as long as she just got to be in the presence of this girl, then things were fine. Things would be perfect. But just for a second.

"You look, um... that new dress is beautiful. Just, uhh, stunning B." She stuttered. Her voice was audibly cracked when she said "B". And after that second she realized. That this goddess isn't hers. And she is the second choice. And then there's that look of sadness in Brittany's eyes. A little was her only personal sadness, her longing to just go over and hug Santana. But most of it was that look of pity from before, just more pronounced. Mrs. Pierce actually went and put an arm around Santana and led her into the kitchen before Brittany even got all the way down the stairs, almost like saying Britt how could you do this to the poor girl? Flaunting to Santana what she can't have? Come on San, I'll protect you. She just called over her shoulder to Brittany without even looking back.

"You look nice Britt, we'll see you when you get home, have a nice time dear."

Mrs. Pierce had never been disappointed in Brittany. Brittany had failed classes. And I mean straight below 50%, not passing, lowest grade in the class, failures and that never disappointed Mrs. Pierce. No, she knew Brittany tried hard, and was good at a lot of other things, and that Brittany just learned a bit different. She wasn't disappointed when Brittany fed Charity human food and the cat threw up all over the living room. Or when she drew with her crayons all over Katie's room. No. But god was she actually disappointed with her daughter at this very moment.

Santana had been there for Brittany in every way possible growing up. Now maybe beating up every kid that called Brittany stupid wasn't the right thing to do, but Santana was protective of the ones she loved, the ones she let into her shell. And Brittany was one of those few people. There may be only a few people inside Santana's shell. Well maybe just one. Santana letting you in, letting you inside her walls was like her saying Here's my heart please don't break it. Now maybe there were times more recently where Santana hadn't come through for Brittany, but that didn't mean she loved her any less. Actually, as far as Mrs. Pierce could see, Santana was pretty damn in love with Brittany, and if today was any indication, Santana was falling harder with every breath she took.

So through all the shit that happened last month, the crying, the moping, the loss of a fiery latina in the Pierce household, Santana came back. She came back to be the best friend that she had pinky promised to be 11 years ago.

Mrs. Pierce was disappointed because Brittany could see what she was doing to Santana. Brittany could see that Santana would literally do anything for Brittany. And that included breaking her own heart every time she was able to hug Brittany, or anytime Brittany brought up Artie. When Brittany had come to Santana in middle school crying over a broken heart, after Santana had broken the boy's nose, she said to Brittany, quote, "Here Britt, you can have my heart, it's not broken." Yet. Seriously, Santana visibly cringed when she heard the name Artie, yet she came over after every big date so that Brittany had someone to talk to. And what Mrs. Pierce just witnessed was that Brittany saw Santana mending heart break again, and continued out the door to her awaiting boyfriend, instead of hugging the one constant person in her life outside her family.

So although whatever conflicts Brittany got into, it was her motherly duty to be on Brittany's side, but Santana was family too, and in this case Mrs. Pierce was rooting for Santana.

Unfortunately, what Mrs. Pierce didn't think through in the moment was Brittany's purse. *dramatic gasp*.

"Oh Britt hold on!" Santana slipped out from under Mrs. Pierce's arm and shuffled over to Brittany like a small child. Which she kinda felt like with the natural three inch height inch, plus Brittany's four inch heels. As Santana walked over, Mrs. Pierce leaned against the kitchen arch way and for just a moment made eye contact with her daughter. Brittany didn't recognize the look in her mother's eyes, but she knew that a) she didn't like it and b) she somehow felt like she deserved it, so she lowered her gaze to her best friend.

"Your purse..." Santana trailed off with a shy smile.

"Thanks San." Brittany whispered.

"Have fun, I'll be here when you get home." She'll always be there. Mrs. Pierce couldn't help but add in her head. Always.

"Mmk S, have fun with the fam, i'll be home in an hour." And with that Brittany was out the door, and Santana was trying to avoid Mrs. Pierce's knowing stare.


"Uh oh! Noooo! It's ok it's ok. We can still win Kay. We can still win. I got this."

"But we're in 7th place on the last lap Tana!"

"Just trust me. Press x when I say. Ok?"

"Alright."

"I don't think I hear you Katherine Anne Pierce."

"ALRIGHT SANTANA!"

"Ok that's more like it! Ok ready munchkin? You've got this. I know you do. Okayyyy, NOW!"

And with that they threw the first place bomb which ended up hitting those in first, second, and third, then fourth and fifth place skidded to the sides and Santana was able to go faster than the sixth place person and just barely win. Brittany walked through the door to hear the last of Santana's pep talk and then a loud "WE WON" from Katie. This made her smile. Brittany never got over how adorable Santana was when she played with Katie. Especially Mario Kart.

"I'm tired" Katie stretched out her arms and curled up on the ground, cuddling with her Game Cube controller like it was a stuffed animal.

Unaware of Brittany's presence, Santana continued treating Katie like her own sister.

"Glad I made you brush you hair and your teeth before we played now, aren't ya?" She teased while putting the game away. She picked up a half-asleep 7 year old up and walked towards Katie's room.

As she made it out of the family room, she almost screamed when she saw Brittany, but she was able to stifle it with a big gasp.

"Jesus Christ Britt you scared me." Brittany just giggled, almost too mesmerized by the look of Katie in Santana's arms, maybe this would be a scene similar to one in about 15 years with another 7 year old that looks a lot like Brittany... If you catch my drift.

"Go on up and change while I put her to bed. I'll be up in a sec." And Santana went off to tuck the sleeping girl in and make sure she had her night light on and her fuzzy bear safe in her arms. Brittany actually felt this pang of guilt at the thought that she practically left Santana to babysit and hang out with a seven year old on a Friday night, while she went out on a date, on a night that she had invited Santana over to hang out together. She had texted San that she would be a little late because Artie hadn't made a reservation and the restaurant was known for being slow, so it was already 9 o'clock.

Once upstairs, Santana saw that Brittany had already changed. Thank god. Santana didn't even notice Mrs. Pierce doing laundry right down the hall from the open door of Brittany's room. Santana had changed into boxers and one of Brittany's old shirts after dinner, so she didn't have to change with Brittany in the room. It wasn't bad that Brittany was a little disappointed right? It couldn't have been disappointment in Santana not changing in front of her. No, it had to be in concern that Santana might be cold. Ya! That was it.

"Want me to fishtail your hair Brit? I know you think it looks sick, but never want to ask me to do it." Santana looked smug as she saw Brittany hang her head down at being caught. Brittany just mumbled a "Yeah San" as she threw a pillow at Santana and then plopped down on her bed. Mrs. Pierce knew that Santana was going to sit behind her and delicately comb through and braid Brittany's hair without even seeing it. That had used to be her job, but then Santana took over with just as much care and precision.

"So... How was your date?"

"It was fine. Normal. Food was good." And it was left at that. Santana was not planning on asking for more painful details. And Mrs. Pierce was silently thanking god for her daughter's choice to not elaborate and break a fragile Santana even more.

They went down to the family room and got through only two movies until they fell asleep, and when Mrs. Pierce went to turn off the TV, she knew what it felt like to be Santana for a moment. As in she saw something heartbreakingly beautiful. She saw tear track stained latina grasping one pale hand with her two tan ones and holding on for dear life. As if the only time Santana got to truly be with Brittany was when they were sleeping. In Santana's mind, that was probably something she thought about every time she went to sleep.

Ahhhh! That was way longer, but I'd say not any or angstier... Or maybe it was.

So reviews? Thoughts? You can review just to say "hey you suck and I never want to read shit like this again" and I'd be chill with it. Although my response would probably be something like "so then why are you on a website for amature writers...?"

I would love to do a scene about how Santana acts with the whole Pierce family at the dinner table and such, buttt I think I'll wait til Brit is there too, and for a happier time.

Any ideas? HIT ME UP :P

Next chapter: Brittany tells Santana that she's sick on Saturday, but she really had Artie over that night. :'(

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