"When's your mom coming back again?"

"I don't know."

Santana and Brittany were both on Brittany's bed, lying flat on their backs and gazing at the ceiling. Santana moved a little. "Brittany," she said, "your mom still doesn't know about…us."

"I know."

Santana turned to face Brittany and propped her body up with her elbow. "Well?"

"What?"

"Shouldn't she know?"

Brittany thought for a second. "Your parents don't know," she pointed out.

"Yeah, but my parents don't count. They don't know anything."

Brittany turned her head to look at Santana. "What are you saying?"

"I mean, Britt, you tell your mom everything." Santana lay back down on her back. "Everything important anyway," she added to herself.

"I heard that," Brittany said.

"Good."

"Sanny, you're such a poop." Brittany grabbed Santana's face with both of her hands, squishing her cheeks and making her lips pucker up like a goldfish. "But I still love you."

Santana blinked back. She couldn't really talk with Brittany grabbing her like that.

"Also," Brittany added, "you are important. You know that."

More blinking.

"It's just…" Brittany looked up, trying to find the right words while still squeezing Santana's face. "I've never told my mom about anyone." She stared into Santana's eyes. "Not even boys."

"Brittany. Face," Santana managed to mutter.

"Oh. Sorry." Brittany let go but kept looking at Santana.

Santana immediately rubbed her cheeks, trying to make them feel normal again. "I love your mom, Brittany. And I feel like we're lying to her or something."

"Okay, I get it."

"Wait, really?" It was easier than Santana thought.

"I'll tell her."

"Oh, wow, okay. Cool. Good."

"Under one circumstance."

Santana narrowed her eyes at Brittany. Of course there was a catch.

Brittany blushed a little. "Remember that whipped cream dream I told you about?"

Santana giggled before she could hold it in. "Yes, I remember, you crazy girl."

"Well, I was thinking," Brittany began, staring intently at the ceiling, "it would be pretty awesome if it happened in real life."

Santana smirked. "You're so dirty, Britt-Britt."

Brittany pouted. "But, but," she started saying, "I like eating whipped cream, and I like you, so…yeah."

Santana mustered the most adoring smile she could and looked into Brittany's confused eyes. "I like you, too," she told her. Then she placed a light kiss on Brittany's nose, more kisses on her forehead, her temples…

Brittany's pout was completely gone by now, replaced instead by what could only be called a cheeky smile as she squirmed underneath Santana's feather light kisses.

Santana didn't stop. She kissed Brittany's cheeks, along her jaw, her neck, and finally back to her smiling lips. When she was there, she pressed a real kiss down this time that lasted as long as her lungs would permit. "Also, I'm totally judging you, but, as always, your wish is my demand."