"So you and Britt, who would have guessed." Quinn says walking in the playroom were Santana is on the floor playing horse with Maria and Dawson on her back. She knew that her former two best friends use to sleep together as she had walked in on them many times she just never realized that they had been that serious about each other. She had always thought that it was just one of those things that they did when they were bored.

"Yeah well it's not thing I want to talk about right now Q," Santana stands up. "Will you help me put them to bed?" she asks.

"I will if you promise to tell me how you two ended up together here." Quinn demands picking up Dawson as Santana takes Maria.

"Noelle get in here it's time for bed." Santana shouts towards the kitchen were her daughter would no doubt be in there with Brittany who is washing the dishes from dinner. Turning to Quinn, "I'll tell you all about us, but not in front of the kids they don't need to hear all of that yet."

Quinn is surprised at how quickly and efficient Santana is at putting her kids to sleep. She bathes them with Quinn's help sort of she made it actually a little harder by playing with them causing the twins to splash Noelle. By the time all three are ready for bed Brittany has appeared to help tuck them and kiss them goodnight.

"So I guess I'll hit the sack too I mean I was up really early and from what I can't hear so did most everyone else." Quinn says heading down the hall to her room.

"She's right you know everyone else had gone to bed already." Brittany whispers in Santana's ear pulling her wife into her putting her head on her shoulder. They both stare into their sleeping daughter's room.

"Are you telling me that we are the only one's up?" Santana smirks in a very subjective way.

"I was thinking you, me, pool and not bathing suits." Brittany saunters down the hall swaying her hips in a way that she knows makes Santana unable to do anything, but stare at her ass.

"B, I love your super sexy slutty side." Santana smiles running after her wife striping her clothes off as she went.

They jump into the outdoor pool, knowing it would wake up everyone inside if they used the indoor pool. Brittany splashes Santana causing her to chase after her wife.

"Come here, I'm going to get you." Santana swims after her, but of course due to Brittany's long limbs she stays just far enough ahead of her.

"Ooo Sanny-" Santana finally catches her wife and lays a passionate loving kiss on her lips. Unable to touch the bottom the Latina wraps her legs around her wife's waist as her fingers gripped the blonde's hair. She is about to deepen the kiss when Brittany pulls away. Her wife scowls at her wanting to get her mack on.

"I'm so proud of you sweetheart. Thank you for being nice to everyone and not losing your temper." Brittany whispers wadding towards the steps.

"Yeah well, they're not so bad even Berry has been manageable to be around." Santana tightens her grip around her wife. Brittany lifts them both out of the pool and onto a lawn chair.

"I know you always like them, you big softy." Brittany teases straddling her wife.

"Shut up and kiss me." Santana demands pulling her wife down towards her.

"Not until you admit you like them." Brittany pouts hovering right above her wife.

"No. I'm not ever admitting to liking Berry." Santana whines hating the idea of liking Berry.

"Fine then I'm not going to stay out here. I'll see you in bed. Goodnight." Brittany curtly says getting up, but Santana grabs her arm.

"Fine I like them and missed them. Happy B." Santana pulls her back down on top of her. "Now can we gets our make on and then could I possibly make love to my wife." she pleads.

"Since you've been so good of course." Brittany mumbles before Santana's lips lock with hers. Her tongue runs over the blonde's lower lip wanting in which of course she allows.

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"Fucking! Bullshit! Why me?! Why does this always happen to me?!" Quinn shouts when she walks out the back door to see her former two best friends and hosts butt naked tangled together on a lawn chair.

"Fuck, Quinn way to wake the neighbors." Santana smugly smirks flopping on top of Brittany to cover her up not caring about herself. No one, but her is allowed to see her wife naked anymore.

"Hi Quinn, what time is it?" Brittany asks looking perfectly happy to have her wife laying on top of her and unabashed that she has been caught sleeping naked with her wife outside they are married after all what else would they do.

"It's six and no your kids aren't up yet." Quinn says looking away just happy they hadn't been going at it this time.

As if she is reading her mind Santana smirks, "At least you didn't cut in on my Britts time this time."

"Yeah, don't you have clothes?" Quinn asks looking around for something for them to use to cover up.

"Hey San, where are our clothes?" Brittany giggles wishing she could just hold on to her wife and cuddle until eight or nine when the twins wake up.

"I think they are strung out around the house." Santana smirks thinking about last night's activities.

Quinn laughs figuring that even with three kids, two demanding jobs they still manage to have an amazing sky high sex life if their nakedness out here is proof of anything. Only those two would be like this and now that she really thought about how had she not realized that they were in love with each other in high school. She had caught them mostly at parties and had always chopped it up to them trying to get guys. She is pulled out of her thoughts by noises from behind her apparently everyone else is up. Luckily Santana has gotten two towels out of their pool house and she and Brittany are now covered.

"Damn I missed the show." shouts Puck stepping out into the yard. Rachel slaps him in the back of the head.

"Really you two still can't keep your hands off of each other." Kurt jokes as everyone else comes out to see the two women who are very naked except for two towels.

"Okay everyone back inside we'll be in, in a minute to cook breakfast." Santana demands standing in front of her wife to block the guys especially Artie from seeing her half naked wife.

"Here," Finn hands over his over shirt to Santana who in turn put in on Brittany.

"Thanks Finnocence," Santana smirks as Brittany elbows her.

"Go get me clothes woman." she orders, Quinn gives her a questioning look. Brittany has never been one to give orders; she had always been more of the follower even if she was in charge.

Grumbling something in Spanish, Santana heads inside and up to their room to get her and her wife some clothes. All of the glee clubbers make whipping noises and motions at her as she leaves. She flips them off not having to be nice well behaved mami right now.

"Why don't you all go into the kitchen and get food we'll be in, in a few minutes." Brittany suggests smiling sheepishly feeling much more embarrassed now. "The coffee should be ready now." At that they bull rushed the door. It makes her laugh thinking about how little things have actually changed that none of them can live without their morning coffee.

Quinn is the last one through the door. She stops to turn around and yell at Brittany to come in when she notices Artie wheel up to her. Figuring that Santana will probably kill her if she doesn't go tell her that Artie is cornering her half naked wife, Quinn runs upstairs looking for Santana. She finds her at least dressed this time in the doorway of her daughter's room watching her sleep.

"She looks just like Brittany at that age." Santana whispers to herself not noticing Quinn behind her.

"Santana," Quinn touches her shoulder not wanting to disturb the Latina, knowing full well how quickly she can get angry.

Spinning around, Santana is relieved to see Quinn. "Hey Q, I was just heading down with Britts clothes."

"Oh well you might want to hurry cause Artie was talking to her alone when I came up to find you. He's still in love with her I think." Quinn had barely finishes her sentence when Santana goes flying down the stairs. Same old jealous Santana she thinks.

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"Hey Britt, could I talk to you for a sec?" Artie asks wheeling up to the only girl he has ever truly been in love with.

"Sure Artie, what's up?" Brittany turns around and Artie has to hold in a gasp. The parts of her body he can see are even more amazing than they were in high school. Her legs are still long and well-toned, they are her best assets. She hadn't buttoned Finn's shirt all the way and he could see her toned well defined abs. She has a dancer's well-muscled, lean body and he knows why Santana loves her.

"I was just wondering if you're happy." Artie rubs his hands together glancing up.

"What do you mean?" Brittany frowns wondering why he would think she wasn't happy. She has and always will be happy with Santana.

"Well Santana dragged you away from Lima right after high school without a second thought about anyone else. No one has heard from you in seven years." Artie says not wanting to attack her or make her cry, but is just curious to see if there's any chance she might still like him though he's not hopeful.

"Artie," Brittany says frowning just as Santana comes running out with everyone else following.

"What the hell Stubble McCripple Pants!" Santana yells scowling. She stomps over in between them shoving Brittany's clothes at her. "Are you hitting on my woman!"

"Calm down Satan, I was just asking her a question and making a statement about how you dragged her away cause you," Artie points at her. "never liked anyone in high school."

"Artie you don't know what you're talking about." Brittany wraps her arms around her wife's waist now fully clothed.

"You know Artie's right not even Brittany's parents know anything about you two." Mercedes adds from the door.

"Shut up, Wheezy-" Santana starts until Brittany starts drawing circles on her abs to calm her down.

"Yeah, Santana you've always manipulated and forced Brittany to do what you want." Finn steps next to Artie. At this point everyone has collected around Artie, Santana and Brittany. They all want to know why they disappeared for so long and haven't been back to Lima.

"Your wrong," Brittany pouts as she begins to cry running into the house unable to stand all the blame being on the woman she is in love with. She crashes onto Noelle's bed cuddling up with her daughter lightly crying.

"Oh no you didn't," Santana shouts lunging at Artie feeling like he is responsible for making her wife cry luckily for though him Puck and Mike grab her and hold her back. "Dejar a mi muger por si sola ninguno de ustedes saben lo que hemos pasado."

"Wow Satan you're the one who left dragging Britt with you." Kurt says trying to calm her down, but still wanting to know the reason just like everyone else.

Santana finally breathes and stops fighting once she remembers that the Brittany will never forgive her if she ends up in another fight. "Listen up all of you. You've made Brittany the most beautiful, innocent, loving woman alive cry. She's the one who actually wants you here so when she comes back all of you will apologize and I don't care if you think you didn't do anything. Everyone here will apologize or you'll be kicked out." At this Santana leaves to go find her wife.

The whole club starts talking about why would Santana just leave and drag Brittany with her. Most of their theories were so outrages that it was starting to piss Quinn off.

"You all really don't know them do you." Quinn says to everyone. "Santana has never and never would force Brittany to do anything if anything Brittany is the one who forces Santana to do things. Being as none of you actually knew them that well in high school you can't seriously being judged them right now. They left for a reason that none of us know and if though we would like to we can't force they to tell us." she says calmly knowing that really it's no one's fault that Brittany left crying she's most likely just overwhelmed.

"Quinn's right we have to just be there for them and hope that they'll be willing to open up to us in time." Puck adds earning him a kiss on the cheek from Rachel.

"Let's hope it's soon cause it's just eating away at me." Rachel says.