"Hadouken! Hadouken! Hadouken! ... Hadouken!"

"San!"

"Hadouken! Hadouken! Hadouken! … Shouryuken!"

"Santana!"

"Whaaaat?!" she exasperatedly whines out, her tongue sticking out the left side of her mouth in concentration.

"Hadouken! Hadouken! Hadouken!"

"Stop that!" Brittany starts to get frustrated.

"Stop what?! Beating your ass?!" She sprouts a full grin.

"You're cheating!"

"Am not!"

A familiar male voice chimes in "Wow, she's really beating you're ass there, Britt."

"Hey Mike!" Brittany greets him without taking her eyes off the arcade screen.

Someone else speaks up after that "She really is. Wow, Ryu vs Ken? How Fitting. I thought your go-to fighter was Chun-li"

"She killed my Chun-li already but it doesn't count cause she just keeps SPAMMING!" She rose her voice at the end of her sentence as Ryu finally put Ken out of his misery with a last…

"Hadouken!"

"YES!" Santana yelled out and threw her fists up in the air in victory.

"I want a re-match" Brittany said as she crossed her arms.

"C'mon Britt, don't be a sore loser" Sam gently punched her shoulder.

"Hey Trouty, Liu-Kang" Santana acknowledged both boys as she turned her back to the screen.

"We're out of tokens. You guys wanna go grab something to eat?" Sam inquired.

"Ooh yay! Like a double date!" Brittany bubbled up with excitement.

"Except Sam and I aren't dating?" Mike retorted

"Well you can pretend" Santana suggested

"What?" Both boys answered simultaniously.

"If Britts wants a double date then that's what she'll get"

The boys stood awkwardly frozen not knowing how to respond to that statement.

"Ugh, look I'll give you 20 bucks worth of tokens. You have to act super coupley in front of everyone though, really make me believe it." Santana finished with a smirk.

The boys looked at each other, silently discussing it with their eyes and turned to the girls, "We'll do it"

A high pitched squeel came from Brittany "This is gonna be SO fun!" she said jumping up and down.

"Let's go to the food court, I wants a corn dog" The bruntte started walking as soon as Brittany's hand was in hers.

"Ooh yes! And pizza! …And funnel cake!" Brittany added excitedly. They started swinging their linked hands between them but then stopped abruptly and in turn made Sam and Mike stop as well.

They eyed both of them and then lowered their gazes to their un-linked hands.

"Well?" Santana asked trying not to crack a grin.

Both guys turned their gazes arbitrarily from each other and interlaced their fingers.

"That's more like it." She finished with a wink.

_

"Why does delicious food have to be dick-shaped?" Santana wonders out loud taking a bite of her corn dog.

"Funnel cake isn't dick-shaped. It's more like… Brain-shaped. It also looks like a tangela from Pokemon gen one" Sam ponders as he steals a spork-full of strawberry funnel cake.

"This one's shaped like a girl's crotch but like covered with nipples" The blonde cheerio says as she examines her slice of pepperoni pizza.

Brittany decided to mess with them a little bit more…"You guys need to make out. Or else she doesn't give you the money"

"No way! We're already holding hands and he grabbed my butt. You guys make out!" Sam said defensivelly and crossed his arms.

"If every time we made out someone gave us 20 bucks we'd have enough money to end the recession but it's your turn so shut up and play some tonsil hockey" Santana responds, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at them.

"Yeah and besides her money is my money too, it's the same money so I'll give you extra if there's tongue" Brittany smiled cheekily as she loudly sipped her orange soda through her straw.

"Seriously? You share all your money, like a joint account? You guys are like practically married" Mike calls with an amused smile.

"Shut up, dork! It's not a big deal, now gets on them trouty lips."

"Okay, let's do this!" Sam braced himself and closed his eyes and puckered his lips, at the same time Mike leaned towards him.

Brittany squeeled a little and clapped her hands quickly in excitement, she and Santana shared a look that said "I can't believe they're actually going for it".

Their lips were a milimeter a part… just a little further and-

"Oh, what the hell?"

The boys jumped apart at the sound of the familiar voice.

"Mercedes!" Sam got up to overzealously greet his girlfriend.

"What were you guys doing?" Tina asks, baffled by what she had just almost witnessed.

"It totally looks like they were two-timing you guys" Brittany deadpans.

"I'm just gonna pretend I never saw that" says Tina while she holds on to Mike's arm.

"Ok, girls. Cough up the dough" Sam states as he holds his open palm towards them.

"Your call" Santana tells Brittany while fixing the blond girl's pony tail.

"No tongue, no deal" the blue eyed girl stated simply.

"Whaaaaat?!" Both men seemed outraged.

"You heard her, boys" She told them looking at her nails for imperfections.

"I can't believe you guys almost made out for money, I don't know what we see in you cheap hoes" Mercedes shakes her head at them.

"You can't blame us, Wheezy. We didn't even try that hard to convince them" Santana defends.

"They volunteered" Brittany shrugs her shoulders.

"Did not!" Sam childishly retorts.

"They cupped each other's balls, I saw it" The blonde continues and everyone just stares at her with baffled expressions.

Tina and Mercedes sit down where Mike and Sam were before their kiss got interrupted.

"So, you girls heard about the new 'Battle of the couples' thing going on at school?" Tina asked the couple of cheerios.

"I heard about it in one of my presidential meetings but I was too busy texting" Brittany starts blowing bubbles into her drink.

"Turns out people are voting for Mckinleys top power couples. A couple that's composed out remarkable studends, club leaders and Mckinley star athletes , etc. There are 5 couples nominated already and you guys are one of them"

Brittany gasps, "Seriously!? That's awesome! We're totally gonna win aren't we, San?"

"We sure are, Britt-Britt", Santana responds locking their arms together and smiling contentedly at her.

"Now don't get ahead of yourselves." Mercedes chides.

"Why not? Everyone knows we're practically teen royalty at Mckinley, even after the shit hit the fan with that repulsive campaing commercial"

"That may be so but there are other people nominated as-well"

"Like who?" Santana rolls her eyes.

"Finn and Rachel" Mercedes replies.

"Gross" Brittany shakes her head.

"The whale and the hobbit? How are they a power couple?" the brunette challenges, disgust written on her face.

"Well Finn is the quarterback and they're both Glee club's co-captains. There's also Rick the stick and the president of the sweater-vest knitting club" the diva continues.

"Mr. Schue has a knitting club?" Brittany asks wide-eyed.

"God, babe. Marry me." Santana kisses her cheek.

"Sam and I are nominated too cause I'm the leader of the god squad and he just made captain of the swimming team" Mercedes turns to smile at his guppy lipped boyfriend.

"Oh c'mon, do you seriously think you can beat us?" Santana asks with a challenging quirk of her eyebrow.

"Actually, Jacob Ben Israel's online poll has you guys up by 30% already" Tina speaks up from looking at her smart-phone.

"Aw hell to the no! Are you for real?" A shocked Mercedes turns to Tina.

"Ha-ha!" Brittany high-fives her girlfriend who just smiles triumphantly in return.

"Honestly, Mercedes, it only stands to reason. Brittany is Senior class president and Santana is the Captain of the cheerios"

"Uh-uh, it ain't over till it's over" Mercedes states as she stands up and the rest of the table stands up with her since they were done eating and leaving already anyway.

"Oh It's on, Aretha" Santana puts on her best bitch smirk only to have it melt away by Brittany's kiss.

"Be nice, babe" she gently reprimands her.

"Okay" Santana smiles adoringly at her.

"Wh-tsh!" Mike makes a whipping sound that promts Santana to glare daggers at him as they all start laughing.

"Well, we're gonna go home now. See you losers later." Santana had already turned to walk away when she felt Brittany tug at her arm.

"Saaaaan" Brittany whines.

"What's wrong?"

"We didn't get to play DDR yet" Brittany tells her with a deep frown.

"Britty, what happened last time we played that right after eating?"

" I got sick" she turns away

"And?"

"I puked all over you" Brittany says, looking towards the ground and kicking her feet.

"That's right. You also puked in my car and I had to clean it all by myself while you took a nap to recover"

"That's love right there" Mercedes interjects.

"Sure is, but I don't want that happening again today."

"But I swear I didn't even eat that much"

"Funnel cake, pizza, an orange soda, half of my corndog, 2 packets of orange tick-tacks and like 7 packets of ketchup" the brunette states, counting every item with her fingers.

"I promise! I promise I won't be sick this time! I feel fine!"

"No"

"Please pretty please, Sanny bear? I'll give you a ton of kisses after, I swear"

There is a collective snort and scattered laughter from their friends and Santana's face flushes in embarrassment.

"Oh god… okay. Okay…but just for a little while." She finally concedes.

Cough… "Whipped!" Cough

"Shut it, Jar-jar binks!" she barks at Sam who bursts with laughter along with their friends.

"You know what? Let me have the first round against Britt. I honestly didn't wanna leave without playing that either" Mike sheepishly stated scratching the back of his head.

"Fine, let's go then."

Brittany and Mike had a small crowd around them while playing the hardest expert level song. They're both sweating and trying not to get winded in order to beat the other out. Their feet stomping just in time earning "perfect" after "perfect" from the game and in doing so earning whoops from the small crowd. Mike's moves are in perfect sync but in an unfortunate turn of events his right foot slides on some drops of sweat making him miss two steps and costing him his victory.

"YESSSSSSSSSS!" Brittany lifts her arms yelling out "I am the master! I am the champion! Weeeee are the champions, my friends! And weeeeee'll keep on fightiiiiing till the endddd!" She starts gloating and singing while Santana beams proudly at her.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. That was pure luck" A sulking Mike defends while Tina comforts him.

"You just be jealous coz of mah sweet dance moves, bruh! What's you gonna do?!" The tall dancer challenges.

"Aaaaand she just turned gangster" The former goth Asian declares.

"What up, Kung pao chicken?! Wonton lo mein?! What is you gonna do, fortune cookie?!" Brittany yelles as she jumps around throwing random made-up gangster signs.

"That's incredibly racist" Tina states

"She's just keeping it real, aren't you baby?" Santana asks, delighted at her girlfriend's demenour.

"Uh-huh!" Brittany jumps towards her into a hug that makes her stagger back slightly.

"Okay, we're actually gonna go now. See you girls later" Mercedes announces one last time.

"Mhmm" Was the only response they got as Santana waved them off while Brittany kissed her.

"Babe, I drank like three iced teas and you're squishing me. I gotta go to the bathroom."

"I squish you because you're my squishy. Want me to come with?"

"Nah, you stay here and play a solo round. I won't take long"

"Mmkay"

While Santana was in the bathroom, Brittany was playing that game like she belonged to the cast of "Stomp", earning a few fans in her last round.

After earning her score of 98%, one of them spoke up.

"Hey, you're pretty good at that"

"Thanks"

"So… What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone here? Where's your boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend. I have a-"

"No boyfriend, huh? My name's Nick and I'd love to know yours"

"Uh… I don't know who "yours" is but I think I should g-"

"Why the hurry? Do you need to take your medicine?"

"What medicine?"

The guy was getting too close and was starting to make her feel uncomfortable. He put his hand on her side and gripped her tight so she couldn't get away.

He leaned close to her and told her "C'mon, all a girl like you needs is a guy like me. What do you say I take you out for dinner and show you an even better time afterwards?" He spat as he winked his eye at her for good measure.

Disgusted, she tried to push him away only to find him relentless.

"She is not interested" A firm manly voice came from behind them.

The invasive stranger didn't even bother to look at him, that is until he put a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to realize that he was probably 2 feet taller than him and 80 pounds heavier.

"S-sorry, man! This your girl? I didn't mean to hit on her if she's yours, man! I didn't know she was taken!"

"Oh, she's taken alright. Now get lost"

Just as he walks away, Santana joins them.

"Hey papa bear! What a surprise! What are you doing here?" Santana smiles at karofsky who greets her with a hug.

"Just saving your girl, here"

"Saving her? From what? The ticket redemption machine? Rogue air hockey discs?"

"Nah, just some asshole trying to put the moves on her and couldn't take no for an answer"

"What the flying fuck?! That happened just now!? Where the fuck is he?! I'mma beat the shit outta him! I'm about to go all lima heights, where'd he go?!

"Relax, I scared him off"

She turns to Brittany, "Are you okay?"

The blonde just smiles and nods.

"I fucking hate when that happens. I should've stayed here, I should've defended you."

"Nah, don't beat yourself over it. Besides, I'm sure your girl could take care of herself cause she looks pretty lean"

"I just didn't want any trouble and I don't like fighting… Thank you for helping me though" Brittany chimes in.

"Yeah… thanks." The cheerios captain nods in appreciation.

"Anytime"

After a few seconds Santana lightly slapped his harm, "So! What are you doing here?"

"What? Can't a guy come and play a few games?" He defends.

"Seriously? Name one game that's not Call of Duty" she retorts.

"Uh…" His eyes darted around the machines and landed on the one right next to them.

"That's cheating… and you don't play videogames" she rolls her eyes at him

"Alright alright, I was gonna go to the gym but I wanted to stop for a shake first" he admits

"Uh huh, a shake… from the shake place where that hot little twink works?" she questions him quirking her eyebrow.

"Shut it!" he playfully chides her.

"Hey hey, no judgment. It's nice that you're getting over lady Hummel though, good for you." She Pats him on the back.

"That's really interesting….You totally have a type" Brittany speaks up.

"Type of what?" He questions.

"Of guys you like" Brittany says.

"Totally, you like little pretty boys" Santana

"Huh… never thought about me having a type… I guess you're right." he says looking up and tilting his head to the side as if in deep thought.

"We were just going home, need a ride?"

"Sure, how could I pass up a chance to ride in the Homobile"

"Hardy har har"

_

"Thanks for the lift" David says while picking up his duffle bag and getting ready to open the back-seat door.

"No problem… Hey, are you going to Puck's party on saturday? His mom's going away for the weekend and people are saying it's gonna get insane"

"Maybe, I dunno… are you guys going?"

"Totally" Brittany responds.

"Well, maybe I'll see you guys there"

"See ya!"