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Summary: Follow the random pillow talk of Santana and Brittany as they deal with their relationship and daily life. Brittana. Three-shot.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee...blah, blah, blah...

Part 2

Stirring restlessly from what had been a well-needed sleep, Santana rolled onto her side and stretched, her muscles aching, her thoughts still reeling with exhaustion. Her eyes skimmed the darkened room, searching for this and that amongst the silence and the shadows.

It took the Latina all of thirty seconds to realise she was lying on the floor, rather than in bed and that Brittany was sleeping calmly beside her. It was then that she recalled her lover's strange behaviour before bed and how she had attacked her half way up the stairs. She remembered their chase to the bedroom, giggling hysterically before collapsing to the ground and undressing one another, making love there and then.

Santana turned to Brittany, smiling as she watched her sleep. She was beautiful with her long blonde hair and creamy soft skin. Slipping an arm around her waist, Santana pressed her lips to Brittany's bare shoulder, relishing in the scent of her sweat, the quickness of her breath. Even though what they had done had been beautiful, spontaneous and everything the brunette loved, she couldn't help but think that something was bothering Brittany.

Nudging the blonde awake, Santana whispered, "sweetie, let's get into bed."

"We are in bed." Brittany mumbled tiredly.

"No, 'Santana snorted, shaking her lover's shoulder, "we're on the floor. Remember."

"Can't...can't we just stay here?"

Shaking her head, Santana stood, grabbing Brittany under the arms and hoisting her up. Brittany whimpered, unimpressed with being moved but allowed herself to be pulled to the bed.

"Come on baby, in you go." Santana encouraged her.

Brittany was as docile as a lamb. She climbed into bed, doing as she was told and pulled the blankets over her naked body. Santana crawled in behind her, pressing her front into Brittany's back, entwining their legs, kissing her neck and nestling into the heat of her skin.

"You awake?" The Latina whispered.

"Just about." Brittany mumbled back.

Chuckling and leaning up on her elbow, Santana peered over the blonde, brushing aside her hair gently, "so are you gonna tell me what's been bothering you?"

"Nothing." Brittany sighed.

"And when you say 'nothing' like that I know that it's something."

"It's silly." Brittany replied, shaking her head.

"Well obviously not, otherwise you wouldn't be so upset." Santana said.

Brittany rolled onto her back and turned to face her, eyes glinting with tears, "the neighbours opposite don't like us."

Santana blinked, bewildered and ever so slightly amused. Brittany was right. It was silly!

"Why are you laughing?" Brittany growled, defensively.

Santana hadn't even realised she was laughing. She couldn't help it. Such a thing as the neighbours disliking them was hardly anything to worry about.

"I'm sorry, 'she said, grinning, "I just thought you were upset about something serious."

"This is serious! 'Brittany exclaimed, shrugging out of Santana's hold, clearly distressed and unhappy, "our neighbours are supposed to be important to us. If they don't like us we'll be loners. No invitations to weddings or barbeques, no casual conversations in supermarkets. Not to mention our children will never be invited for play dates."

"Brittany, 'Santana sighed. She was glad she loved Brittany enough to move in with her but at the same time the blonde could be exhausting, even to simply talk to, "why do you think the neighbours don't like us?" She didn't really give a shit what other people thought but it meant something to the woman lying beside her and so she felt obligated to listen.

"I'd just come home from work, 'Brittany mumbled, "and...and I saw Mrs Rowan – that's her name by the way – lounging in the garden. I went over to say hi, I figured we should invite her and her husband to dinner...try and make friends you know, but she really blew me off."

Santana frowned, "what did she say?"

"It was like she was looking right through me, 'Brittany sounded as though she was going to burst into tears, "and when I'd invited her over she said, "no thank you. My husband and I do not associate ourselves with lesbians."

Santana threw herself up from the pillows, enraged, "She said what?"

"She called us lesbians. I don't even know what that means but I'm guessing it's bad." Brittany said.

Santana paused, "wait...you don't know what a lesbian is?"

"No. Is it some sort of cheese?" Brittany said.

"Oh my God, 'Santana laughed, reaching for the light at the side of the bed and flicking it on, "life is so awesome when I have you to question everything."

Brittany didn't seem to share her amusement. She sat up and sniffled, playing with a stray strand that had come loose from the blanket.

"Hey, look at me, 'she said resolutely, touching Brittany's hand to draw her attention away from the present problem, "they were degrading us. A lesbian is what we are. A girl who is in love with another girl. That's us, right?"

Brittany nodded, meek.

"Mrs Rowan's not a good person. She's closed her mind and her heart to what we are but some people are just like that. They don't understand."

"But what are we gonna do about our neighbours?" Brittany asked.

"Well we've got plenty of other neighbours to pick and choose. Mr and Mrs Helen love us. They live two doors down. They spoke to me on my way to work yesterday and Mrs Helen said she's gonna bring us a cake to welcome us to the neighbourhood." Santana said, thinking of the kindly couple with a smile.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Their great and there are more in the street that will accept us, 'Santana told her, "and those who don't are not worth our time or attention."

"I guess you're right." Brittany sighed.

"Of course I'm right, 'Santana said, flopping back down into bed, "I'm always right."

"You know what San, I kind of like being with you." Brittany said, wriggling her way closer to Santana and slipping her arms around her waist. She lay her head against her chest, kissing the curve of her right breast. Santana's stomach jolted.

"I kind of like being with you too Brit-Brit." The brunette crooned.

An owl hooted its approval outside and it seemed as though the world was back to normal again. Santana switched the bedside light off and pulled the blankets around them closer, enjoying the heat of Brittany next to her.

"Can we invite Mr and Mrs Helen over for dinner next week?" The blonde queried.

"Sure, 'Santana said softly, "anything you want, especially now that we've finally painted the kitchen."

"Maybe you'll ask them when they visit with our cake." Brittany suggested.

"Definitely, right after I've kicked Mrs Rowan's ass!" Santana said. It was already on top of her list of things to do for the morning.

"Be nice San, 'Brittany scolded her, tapping her stomach lightly, "it's not her fault that she doesn't understand what we have. Don't turn yourself into a closed hearted person as well just because she's too stupid to accept that love is love, even if it's between two girls."

Santana grumbled, "hmm. Whatever."

Brittany's fingers found her face and leaning down, Santana captured her lips with a passionate kiss, enticing her mouth open so she could taste the sweetness of her breath and the warmth of worship.

"I love you." Brittany crooned tenderly.

Santana chuckled against her mouth, curling her fingers into the long blonde locks of hair "I love you too Britt. Now no more worrying. I wants to get my mack on."

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