Hey guys, I'm going skiing in the holly-holliday-knows-how-early hours of the morning, so I won't be able to update for a week! MASSIVE SAD FACE, *tear*, so Imma post two chapters and maybe the begging of another fic tonight to help you through! Much love to ALL my readers, and if any of you just HAPPENED to be Hot Latina girls with great personalities looking for a blonde fan-fic writer girlfriend in the Southampton/England area, PM me, for I am said blonde ;)

Oh, and guys I wanted to say thanks for the overwhelming support I've got for this fic! It means a lot to me, so the knowledge I've got people waiting makes me update quickly! I said this will one be short, and it will be, but I've got another couple of chapters to write.. I'm also considering a sequel or another story like this one? If you're a fan of my writing, a) thank you so much! b) I have FANS? C) I've got another 18 ideas for new fics, so I'll keep them coming! Feel free to PM me, I don't bite! (apart from that time when she... No Imma leave it out)

-Flash Forward 5 years -

"Hey Britts, do you want to go out tonight? Puckerman's organised a Fight Club reunion. I'm supposed to go, it's in my contract, but I can cancel if you don't fancy it. I don't want to go without you." Strong, pale arms encircled Santana's waist from behind. A warm nose nuzzled into the Latina's neck as Brittany spoke to her wife. "Most of them don't know we're married, San. I think it's a great idea..as long as you'll let me get super jealous.." As usual, Santana's heart started beating rapidly at Brittany's words. "I will always let you beat up the big bad boys..I've already beaten them though.." The brunette mumbled against Brittany's lips. The blonde released Santana and slinked towards the hallway, looking back over her shoulder.

"Oh, and as long as you wear that tight, red dress. I mean, you're already a fiery Latina babe that just happens to be my wife, but you can still show it." And of course, the Latina in question agreed. No-one, especially Santana, could resist Brittany's pout, it was just too adorable. "Let's go then, babe. And I'm totally your champion tonight, so pass me your tie, yeah?" The blonde nodded.

Champions were an old tradition among fighters, at each event you had a champion or you were a champion. The women took turns at each event, mixing it up a bit every now and again. The rules were that when the end of the night came, the men and women that weren't champions are allowed to challenge a champion for the tie. The tie is what tells you who a champion is, and who they fight for. Each function, Santana or Brittany got a few challenges from tough guys that thought because they'd retired from pro-fighting that they didn't keep up training. It was quite the opposite actually, Santana trained more with Brittany if anything. So yes, there was always a set of fight clothes for both of them at these 'Reunions'.

The wives left the house, Brittany dressed in a midnight blue, off the shoulder dress that stopped at mid-thigh. Santana was wearing the devil red dress and deep black heels Brittany had picked out. Before stepping off of the driveway though, the Latina had a bright blue tie round her left bicep to show she was her wife's champion. "Puck's sending Quinn over in a taxi for us, apparently she couldn't wait to see us. You'd think it was years since we last saw her from the way she's acting! Clearly she's like me, and can't live without you." Brittany laughed lightly, the sound still sending butterflies up Santana's spine five years after she first heard it in that coffee shop. "San baby, that is somewhere between Stilton and mature cheddar. I love you too." Sparing a few seconds to kiss her wife, Brittany took the same tan hand she had seen in the arena all those years ago, and held it close in her own.

A black cab pulled onto the curb, and Quinn jumped out, launching herself at the couple. "I haven't seen you guys since the wedding! Too damn long, Lopez! Hey Brittany!" Extracting herself from the shorter blonde, Santana resumed her grip on her wife's palm. "Yeah, good to see you too, Q. Let's go, I'm champion this time and I wants myself a fight. I'll get plenty tonight with you looking so beautiful babe." Brittany nuzzled into the Latina's neck. "Sweet talker. You know you're getting lucky tonight, right?" Santana tilted her neck down to kiss Brittany. "I know, babe. I'm already excited. Let's go get some punk's ego bruised." Another kiss followed this one, and Quinn found herself wishing that she could have that connection with someone. Santana had been more than understanding when she told her she was gay, pretty hypocritical if she was rejected for it. However, Quinn had not been prepared for Santana to keep trying to set her up. All credit to her, Santana knew how to get a girl's number. None of them were used, of course. Satan was too whipped by her wife, Quinn mused. 'Still,' she thought, 'Keep looking. She's out there.' That's just Quinn, ever the optimist. What she didn't know is that the woman she was looking for was just around the corner.