''It's beautiful out here,'' Brittany said softly as she took in their surroundings, the water, the sky, the birds flying overhead.
Santana smiled wide and placed a kiss on her wife's cheek. ''You're beautiful out here.''
Under the late afternoon sun Sugar and Tina had paddled the group out for a good half hour and then since the waters were relatively calm took a break. They discarded their small oars and allowed the float to drift while everyone got down to the business of digging into the birthday cake. Soon everyone had a plate and were either nursing a bottle of water or a paper cup of champagne as they made conversation.
''Yeah,'' added Mercedes who pulled her shades off of her face and up into her hair now that the natural light was slowly dimming on them. ''This is pretty darn tranquil.''
Brittany nodded in agreement, her mouth messy with rainbow frosting. ''I totally want to live in this float from now on.''
''Who's going for seconds? I'm going for seconds,'' Tina mumbled as she inhaled her piece of cake.
''You're loving this aren't you?'' Santana asked, nudging Quinn from across the float.
Quinn bounced her shoulders as if debating her response but all she could do was grin back. ''It feels nice to be out on the water.''
''See this is what you needed,'' said Mercedes. ''This is what we all needed.''
''A ride inside a giant unicorn?'' asked Sugar as she settled back in the rear, near the unicorn's ass.
''An escape,'' Mercedes continued wisely. ''I don't know about you girls but it's like the more success I find, the less real the things and people around me begin to feel. I do have a great team but at the end of the day I'm cutting them a check to perform a job. It's hard to make real connections and when I do there's always a tiny voice in the back of my head wondering if they want to be my friend because they're legit or because of who I am.''
''I hear that,'' Santana seconded Mercedes sentiments.
Mercedes beamed at them, overcome with fondness and friendship. ''It just feels nice to kick it with people who I know don't give a poop about the fame or the spotlight because 1) you all have your own and 2) we knew each other before any of that noise.''
''You have to admit though,'' Tina said driving her spork into another piece of cake. ''As exhausting as dealing with all of that noise is, it also comes with some super sweet perks.''
Santana nodded at Tina. ''I do love me my perks but I get what Mercedes is saying. No amount of money or material thing is a substitute for real friendship.''
''If there's anything My Little Pony has taught me it's that friendship is magic,'' Sugar said, sagely squinting her eyes.
''We should do this every year,'' Brittany suggested. ''Have a glee girls reunion I mean.''
They all smiled and nodded in silence but there wasn't a ton of conviction on their faces or in their movements, not even Brittany's and she was the one who had said it.
It was a nice idea, a wonderful idea really, to think that they could make this a sort of tradition. An annual get together to reconnect and reaffirm and remember themselves and the friendships they had made together. But in reality it simply wasn't something any one of them could promise of themselves considering their lives and careers. They weren't kids anymore. Each of them had schedules and obligations, teams and launches, projects and contracts to abide by.
They all had very fulfilling lives, fulfilling lives meant busy lives.
''Does anyone miss it?'' Tina asked.
''What?'' asked Mercedes.
''Being back in the choir room,'' Tina said. ''Does anyone miss how simple it all used to be?''
''I miss parts of it I suppose,'' Quinn admitted softly.
Brittany wrinkled her nose up. ''I guess I miss dancing just for fun.''
''I miss being a part of a team,'' Sugar said.
''You know,'' Quinn started on wistfully. ''Despite all of the mistakes and missteps those really were the best days of our lives.''
Santana chuckled but shook her head at all of that. ''I don't miss that place at all. I don't miss Mckinley and I sure as hell don't miss Lima.''
''Oh come on,'' Mercedes prodded and tossed a pointed look at Santana. She wasn't buying that.
''What? I don't,'' Santana insisted and tossed her empty plate to the side and began dusting her lap of non-existent crumbs. ''I'm sorry but does anyone really think those were the best days of our lives as Q put it?''
''It's where we began,'' Mercedes lamented. ''The choir room.''
''Yeah,'' said Santana, ''and it's also where we had to sit and listen to Mr. Schue's tired ass lesson plans and where we were all constantly sidelined and played second-third-sometimes fourth fiddle to Berry. Let's be real, none of us really miss that room. Not really. We miss the memories and the people, but Lima? Nah. We were all too big for that place.''
Tina raised her cup to that. ''I hear that.''
''That's the thing about nostalgia isn't it? It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy and tricks you into forgetting about all the crap we had to survive,'' Santana looked at each of them in turn. ''The teen pregnancies and the hiding and being underestimated at every turn. We can all look back on it now with distance and time, but would any of you guys really want to go back to that?''
''I guess not,'' Mercedes sighed and saw the sense in what Santana was saying.
''I know I sure as hell wouldn't.'' Santana turned and took Brittany's free hand inside of her own. She ran a finger over the wedding band on Brittany's slim finger. ''That place didn't make us who we are.''
''But at least we can say we survived it,'' Brittany commented, giving Santana's palm a healthy squeeze and tried to put a positive spin on the matter. ''Together. Right?''
''Exactly,'' Santana said. ''All of us. And if we could survive Lima and Mckinley then all the movie shoots and the concert tours and the screaming fans and the intrusiveness we deal with now, it's all a walk in the park.''
The group went quiet in contemplation, soaking up the last moments of dusk as they digested Santana's words and examined their own feelings of nostalgia.
After all she was right, it was easier to remember the past as being filled with nothing but 'good old days' but the longer the lull in conversation lasted the more it was clear, there were plenty of bad days they had purposely pushed to the back of their minds. Plenty of tears, plenty of embarrassment, plenty of heartache. When compared to their current lives, with fulfilling careers and financial stability and creative outlets, there was no comparison.
Only a fool would want to go back in time to be seventeen again.
''At least we have this weekend,'' Sugar said brightly, breaking the quiet.
''Yeah, what say we head back to the beach house,'' Tina suggested and squirmed in her seat. ''This thrilling little ride on Brittany's unicorn has been lovely but all this booze is going through me and I need to go to the restroom.''
''Too much information, Chang,'' Santana laughed and made a wave with her hand, signalling that she was fine to go back. ''But you're right we should go back, the sun will be down in a few minutes and I can already tell it's getting chilly out there. You and Motta get to it.''
''Get to what?'' asked Sugar.
''Rowing us back,'' said Brittany who shivered as a small gust of wind blew against them.
Quinn squinted as she surveyed the inside of the float, the discarded plates, napkins and drinks as well as bits of birthday cake that had fallen to the floor. She zeroed in on the fact that she could only find one oar at their feet.
''Where's the other oar?'' Quinn questioned.
Tina held up her hands at her side. ''That one's mine. I placed mine on the floor, I don't know what Sugar did with hers.''
''Sugar,'' Mercedes started to sound worried. ''Where's the other oar?''
''Yeah come on, are you sitting on it or what?'' Santana asked. ''Stop goofing off and get us to shore.''
''I'm not sitting on it, I don't have it,'' Sugar said and shifted uncomfortably under the stares of her friends.
''What do you mean you don't have it?'' asked Mercedes.
''I mean I don't have it,'' Sugar squeaked in her defense. ''Santana told me to stop rowing us out so we could eat cake, so I let it go.''
''By let it go you mean-what?'' asked Tina.
''I dropped it into the water.'' Sugar shrugged as it she thought the answer was obvious.
Santana blinked unevenly, one of her eyelids closed just a millisecond before the other. ''You...dropped it...into the water?'' she asked, speaking in slow stilted turns.
''I mean we were done with them weren't we?'' asked Sugar.
''It didn't occur to you that we might need both oars to oh I dunno ROW US BACK!'' Santana went off like a fuse.
Sugar took a minute to compute this and it almost looked like her brain was malfunctioning. ''I'ma be real with you guys it didn't. I was distracted by Brittany's super gay rainbow birthday cake okay.''
There was some collective muttering amongst the others that was quickly drowned out by an almost feral like growl from Santana. ''You little-'' Santana started and attempted to launch herself onto the other side of the float to get at Sugar. Mercedes and Brittany both reached out, grabbing a shoulder from each side and settled Santana back down.
''You're telling us we don't have a way back to shore?'' Quinn asked wanting one more clarification from Sugar.
''Well we have one oar,'' Sugar reasoned, holding up the single flimsy oar and forcing a smile.
''We can't do anything with one oar,'' Tina said. ''This float is way too big to propel with one. We've also been drifting further out this entire time. What are we going to do? It's dark now.'' Tina made huge elaborate gestures with her arms all around them, indicating the darkness that had fallen in a matter of a few short moments.
''Okay let's be calm about this,'' said Mercedes as she spoke evenly, careful not to sound panicked. ''Does anyone have their phone with them?''
They all looked amongst themselves, hopeful, but in the end they all found themselves shaking their heads in the negative.
''I left mine by the hot tub,'' Tina said closing her eyes, as if internally kicking herself.
''Me too,'' said Brittany. ''I left mine to dry after spilling some fondue on it.''
Quinn meanwhile stared down at the bottom of the float, mentally tracing her steps. ''I left mine up in a guestroom.''
''Fuck,'' Santana sighed. ''I don't think I've even touched mine all day. I left it on the nightstand in the master bedroom.''
''But wait no,'' Tina said, hushing the others. ''Sugar I rode with you in the backseat on the way to the beach house, you had like six different cell phones with you didn't you? I remember you showing me your weird RPF stories starring Brittany and Santana.''
''Her what starring who now?'' Brittany asked, confused by that bit of odd information.
''As a matter of fact, Tina,'' Sugar laughed bitterly. ''I did have several phones on me and I would've had them all here right now but somebody took them away from me because she didn't want me posting about our weekend on social media.'' Sugar pointed a harsh and judgy finger in Santana's direction.
''Good job Santana,'' sniped Quinn.
Brittany rolled her eyes and reached over to push Sugar's accusatory finger down away from her wife. ''Okay stop,'' Brittany said. ''How was Santana supposed to know we would get stuck out here like this?''
''Everyone hush,'' Mercedes instructed. ''It's not like we're lost to civilization or anything. There's got to be a way for us to get back to land, we just have to think.''
''I can't think! I still have to pee you guys,'' Tina whimpered.
''Pee on Sugar,'' Santana wise-cracked.
''Whatever you do please don't pee in my unicorn,'' Brittany begged.
The group went silent as they brainstormed. The unicorn continued to move them along further out into the water which was becoming more and more choppy as time went on.
It was dark now, not to mention colder and a half hour later hadn't gotten them any closer to a solution.
Tina had tried to use their single oar to steer them back but it was useless and in the end it only worked to move them into a huge mass of seaweed and various debris from the water. It was thick and green, looking like a sort of sludge-like material. They were soon surrounded on every side of the float by the dense matter that, while disgusting, at the very least kept them from drifting out even further from land.
It was growing increasingly more uncomfortable inside the float as well. They were all sporting their bathing suits. Tina, Brittany, Quinn, Sugar and Mercedes were thankful they had opted to bring their poolside robes onboard, flimsy and thin as they were at least they were something. Santana, however, hadn't sported one for the day and thus was without an extra layer to protect her from the chill.
''I'm literally freezing my tits off,'' Santana said, shaking from the cold and from frustration.
''I told you to put a robe on,'' Quinn mumbled.
''Aww, baby, come here,'' Brittany said, pulling her own robe off and turning it around and placing it over both her and Santana who she tucked into her side.
''Okay I have an idea, what if one of us got out and swam to shore to get help?'' Quinn suggested.
''I could do it,'' Sugar offered, raising her hand.
Tina used their single oar to prod and poke into the seaweed surrounding them on all sides and felt the resistance. ''I don't think that's safe. I mean look at how thick this stuff is. What if one of us tried to swim for help but got their arm or leg caught up in the weeds? That person would be in serious trouble if they got tangled up, they wouldn't be able to swim.''
''I agree,'' Mercedes said. ''We don't want to risk anyone getting hurt. I think everyone should stay inside the float. Nevermind the seaweed we don't know what else is out there.''
Sugar gasped. ''What, you mean like the Loch Ness monster? Oh my god I didn't even think about that!''
''First of all the Loch Ness Monster isn't real,'' Santana scoffed. ''And second of all even if it was, that thing is in Scotland. Hence Loch Ness.''
''Uhhh I don't know what you're talking about. The Loch Ness monster is totally real,'' Sugar hollered her convictions. ''I saw it on the History Channel. The Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, The Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot and El Chupacabra are all real things. So are mermaids and mermen for that matter. The government just doesn't want you to know!''
''Can I have permission to throw Sugar into the water?'' Quinn sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
''No one is throwing Sugar in the water,'' Brittany spoke up for her friend.
''That's right we can't,'' Santana added snidely, staring at Sugar as if to spook her. ''We need her for when we eventually have to turn on each other and resort to cannibalism in order to survive.''
''Fine eat me, I'd be delicious,'' Sugar said nonchalantly, totally unbothered by Santana's threat. ''And my Sugar Cookies would mourn and celebrate me like the icon I am!''
Brittany held up her hand as if she were in a classroom. ''For the record though I would like to state that I personally can confirm the existence of Bigfoot as Lord Tubbington is part Sasquatch on his mother's side. They do exist.''
''Nessy and Bigfoot aren't real!'' Quinn barked at Sugar and Brittany. ''And neither are any of those other things and even if they were I highly doubt they'd exist in this specific body of water. We're not going to be attacked by the Loch Ness monster!''
Everyone shrinked back, taken off guard by Quinn's snapping. Even Santana sat back a little stunned at Quinn's sudden angry turn.
''Look,'' Santana said after several minutes of silence with a new calm. ''The gross gunky seaweed stuff is keeping us in place so I think we're just gonna have to wait this out. By tomorrow morning plenty of other people will be out on their boats or jet skis or whatever and we can wave someone down for help. We just need to stay put for the time being alright?''
The group nodded and mumbled in agreement, it's not like they had any other choice at this point. Even if it were safe to try to swim for it they wouldn't be able to see which direction the shore was. There was a quiet sort of sad acceptance of their reality.
Staying put on their giant gay unicorn was their only hope of survival for the night.
''I still have to pee,'' Tina broke the silence.
''Can't you hold it?'' Brittany asked.
Tina made a loud airy sound with her mouth. ''Do you have any idea how much I've drank today? I'm not joking you guys if I don't pee in the next few minutes I'm going to explode.''
Mercedes looked concerned as she looked around the float for a solution. ''Maybe you can use an empty cup or something?''
''What? No, please,'' Brittany pouted. ''Not in my birthday unicorn. Santaaaanaaaaa, Tina wants to violate my unicorn with her wiz.''
''This is so gross.'' Santana twisted her face up in repulsion. ''I'm sorry Tina, but it's Brittany's unicorn so it's Brittany's rules. No peeing in the unicorn.''
''What am I supposed to do then?'' Tina shouted.
''Well…'' Sugar began and tossed a glance behind herself at the water. ''You could also get in the water to do what you gotta do.''
Tina looked at each of her friends in turn. They weren't really suggesting she hop in and pee by the side of the unicorn were they?
''Y'all are serious?'' Tina asked.
''I once read that it's completely safe to go number one in the water,'' Sugar explained. ''But never number two, you could do serious damage to the underwater ecosystem.''
''No, no, no,'' Tina laughed nervously.
''What other choice do you have Chang?'' Santana asked.
Tina stood up and with reluctance shed her poolside robe. She looked like she wanted to cry as she wiggled her way over the edge of the float and lowered her body in the water. It was relatively safe, she wasn't making a swim for it so there was no risk of getting tangled in seaweed, she was just simply bobbing by the side of the float while holding onto it.
Up in the unicorn Quinn, Mercedes, Sugar, Santana and Brittany stared at her.
''I need all of you to turn around,'' Tina ordered because if she had to do this she needed at least some sense of privacy.
The group did so and Tina tried to focus on the back of their heads as she attempted to do her business but she was still a little uneasy.
''Can someone do something?'' she asked.
''Like what?'' asked Mercedes.
''I don't know. Something,'' said Tina. ''I'm a little nervous here. Talk. Sing a song. Distract me.''
There was a short and quiet conversation the group on the float had amongst themselves before they all collectively started a slow but comforting female acapella version of Despacito. Unlike Sugar's lame slightly drunken rendition earlier in the day this one was a lot more on point,it almost quite beautiful considering everyone's more than adequate vocals.
Tina listened intently as she began to pee in the water. ''Y'all sound really good. Mercedes you always kill it.''
The girls finished the song out as Tina finished up and carefully climbed back in and wrapped herself back up in her robe.
''Alright, you all can turn around now,'' Tina said, relaxing now that she had relieved herself. ''What happened just right now must never be spoken of again, I need you all to promise me.''
''What happens in the unicorn float stays in the unicorn float,'' Brittany vowed.
The girls turned back around and sat in a tight circle, leaning into each other for warmth and comfort.
''So this is really what we're doing,'' Quinn questioned. ''Just waiting it out until morning to be rescued?''
Santana exhaled. ''Well what would you like us to do Quinn?''
Quinn however wasn't interested in solutions so much as she was complaining. ''Some relaxing weekend you planned for us, Santana,'' she snarked.
''It was an accident,'' Brittany reminded her. ''And it's not her fault. She did it for my birthday.''
''You know what, Quinn, next time I won't bother inviting you,'' Santana fumed. ''Just when I thought for a second you might be enjoying yourself and I don't know, loosening up, you have to throw a fit just like you always do.''
''Whoaaa,'' said Mercedes
''Screw you Santana,'' Quinn sighed haughtily.
''Can everyone please chill while we're in here?'' Sugar pleaded.
''I am chill,'' Santana said. ''Quinn's the one being a pissbaby!''
''I am not a pissbaby!'' Quinn argued. ''You're the pissbaby!''
''What's a pissbaby?'' asked Tina.
''Can everyone please stop saying pissbaby?!'' Mercedes closed her eyes briefly and her features hardened and tightened for a split second before she interjected. ''I don't understand why we can't just have a nice weekend or a nice anything without the two of you,'' she paused dramatically to point to Quinn and Santana. ''Going at each other. This isn't high school.''
''You're right, it isn't,'' Santana argued. ''If it were Quinn's cheek would be marred with the imprint of my palm.''
''Santana,'' Brittany said in that soft soothing manner.
Santana folded her arms and looked out to the side at the waters. She went suddenly quiet and calm.
Brittany however turned her focus on Quinn. ''If you want someone to blame for getting stranded on this unicorn, Quinn, blame me. It's my birthday, we're the reason we're all out here. If you want someone to take your weird aggression out take it out on me...even though we all know this has nothing to do with being stuck out here.''
''What?'' Quinn asked.
Brittany shrugged as if it were obvious. ''I mean you're obviously still peeved about earlier and just looking to lash out. Us getting stuck out here gave you a reason.''
''What?'' Quinn asked yet again, even though Brittany had clearly nailed it.
''Earlier,'' Brittany kept on. ''When we were all sitting around talking about work and all you did was complain and get upset at us for telling you that you were too talented to waste your time bearding for some actor.''
Quinn's right eye twitched. ''That isn't-that's not...no!''
Sugar, Tina and Mercedes exchanged glances. Quinn's denial was so transparent.
''Fine,'' Quinn huffed, tilting her chin up into the air. ''Since you brought it up again and since you insist it's the root of all this, let's just have it out shall we? I still don't understand why you all appeared to be so appalled by the fact that I might be considering that offer.''
Tina looked skywards and exhaled. ''I would rather pee in front of all of you again than have this conversation.''
''No we're having it,'' Quinn said matter of factly. ''It's not like we have much else to do since we're stuck floating out here until morning. If we have to spend the night in this unicorn let's get real here.''
''You want to get real Quinn?'' Santana asked, turning her focus back to the conversation. ''Let's. Cause the truth is you've always been an actress even before you were an actress.''
''What does that mean exactly?'' Quinn questioned.
''It means you play parts according to what you think your audience wants to see,'' Brittany said, leapfrogging onto Santana's words. ''President of the celibacy club, wannabe prom queen, skank, those were all performances. And now you're playing a different role, trying to be the next great Serious Actress on the scene because you want to be in the same league as Keira Knightly or Emma Watson or whoever. But you don't really care about the work, you care about the status. It wouldn't be wildly out of character for you to sign some secret contract to be some douchebag actor's fake girlfriend if that meant you could skip a few steps to get where you want to be.''
''Is that what you really think?'' Quinn looked around the group. ''Is that what you all think?''
Mercedes licked her lips and looked almost apologetic when she nodded. ''I mean….to a degree. I love you, Quinn, but they're not exactly wrong here.''
''And what about you?'' Quinn asked Tina.
Tina frowned and chuckled in a hurt sort of way. ''Well I don't know Quinn. What do you think I feel? And does it even matter? You dumped all over my work earlier and you didn't think two seconds about it. They might not be Darren Aronofsky films, but my movies are fun and goofy and sweet and I choose those projects because I actually enjoy making people smile and laugh. I actually care about storytelling. You didn't get into acting because you cared about storytelling...you got into it because it's what you'd already been doing your whole life.''
Quinn flinched at that, obviously wounded by their opinions of her.
''I see,'' Quinn said like a fussy little toddler. ''Well next time you can just forget about inviting me to any future gatherings if I'm such a sell out according to all of you!''
''Noted,'' Santana said. ''In fact if that's how you wanna be then we can take it to the next level, Fabray!''
Quinn laugh-scoffed. ''Oh please, your lucky you have your wife here with you because we all know any potential fight between us would end with you crying into Brittany's arms.''
''Puh yeah right!'' Santana shouted. ''You know what I'm starting to think this whole weekend was a total mistake. I should've known you would find a way to make the weekend all about you! I'll be glad when we're rescued so we can go our own ways and I won't ever have to see you again!''
''You know this conversation would be really dramatical if we weren't all sitting in a unicorn as it unfolded,'' Sugar noted to no one specifically.
Santana stood up and made a gesture down at the float. ''I hereby declare the front of this unicorn a Quinn-free zone. You see this invisible line I'm drawing, Q, you are not allowed to cross it. This half of the boat belongs to me! You go sit in the ass of the unicorn with Sugar!''
''I don't want to sit in the ass with Sugar!'' Quinn hollered.
''What's wrong with sitting in the ass?'' Sugar asked.
''You cannot ban me from the front side of the float!'' Quinn rolled her eyes.
''Yeah I can!'' laughed Santana. ''This float belongs to Brittany that means I'm like the co-captain of this unicorn. You stay on the ass side where you belong!''
Mercedes sighed inwardly. ''I could've been on a yacht with Rihanna this weekend I have you all know. She invited me! This drama is not what I came here for.''
Tina squirmed in her seat. ''You guys I think I got a rash or something from peeing in the water somehow. I'm like itchy all of a sudden down there.''
Suar nodded knowingly. ''Loch Ness monster water is probably rife with bacteria.''
''Did we or did we not just all agree that we could survive anything together?!'' Brittany shouted over everyone. ''We were having a good time a couple of hours ago. But now the second things get real, this is what happens? I thought we were all better than that!''
The group went silent at Brittany's chastising.
Here it was. Her birthday and they were acting like fools.
''I think everyone should just be quiet for the next hour or two,'' Santana said and rubbed at Brittany's back. ''We probably all need a time out.''
And so it went like that for the next few hours. The float bobbed in the water as silence took them over. Each of them sat in sad resignation.
Mercedes and Tina both wrapped themselves up in their robes and went fetal in an attempt to get comfortable and maybe catch a little shut eye if possible. Quinn turned away from the group, turning her back to them and laid herself down facing the inside wall of the float. Sugar used her own robe as a sort of blanket and pulled it over her head as she laid down as well.
Santana and Brittany however were wide awake.
''I'm sorry, Brittany.''
''For what?''
''All of this,'' Santana answered. ''I just wanted to give you a nice weekend. I didn't mean to start anything with Quinn and I certainly didn't mean for us to get stranded out here.''
''I know.'' Brittany smiled despite their situation. ''Your heart was in the right place. Getting all of us together, that was really sweet and special.''
''I had one more surprise for you that I was going to give you tonight, you know.''
''Oh?''
Santana nodded somewhat proudly. ''Yeah.''
''I don't know,'' Brittany said, relaxing back and pulling Santana into her for a side cuddle. ''I don't see how you could top this unicorn.''
''Yeah well I'm starting to regret this unicorn.''
''I don't. I mean I'm not exactly happy that we're stuck out here but, this unicorn is awesome. I love it. And I love you.''
''I love you too.''
''Did you really mean what you said earlier?'' Brittany asked quietly. ''About me being the most magical thing in your life?''
''Of course I meant it. You are. I'm sorry your birthday weekend couldn't be as magical as you. This day took a pretty sucky turn...and I don't mean that in the good way.''
''I don't know about that. This isn't the ideal way I had us spending my birthday night but we're together right?'' She motioned upwards with her hand. ''And we're under the stars. There could be worse things.''
''True. We could be eaten by the Loch Ness monster,'' Santana chuckled.
''Do not joke about something that's real Santana,'' Brittany playfully warned.
Santana shook her head and tightened her arms around Brittany. ''I guess we should try to get some sleep too now huh?''
''Yeah you go ahead,'' Brittany encouraged. ''I'll stay up to protect us from any potential mythical creature attacks.''
''Are you sure?''
''Yeah I think I'm gonna be up for a bit. You get some sleep.''
Santana yawned and curled herself against Brittany who held her protectively as Santana started to doze off.
This, Brittany thought, was not at all what she had imagined when Santana had surprised her the previous day for her birthday. It was supposed to be a relaxing four day weekend but here they were, stuck in the middle of a huge body of water on a giant unicorn.
''Happy Brithday to me,'' Brittany said as she looked at her slumbering friends and wife inside of the float.
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