Title: What's New Pussycat

Pairings: Brittany/Santana, mentions of Quinn/Rachel, Artie/Tina, Mercedes/Sam, amongst others...maybe...

Rating: M (language & sexual content-this will be very wanky, just fair warning, so if you don't like that, don't read). Humor/romance/family. Some may find it boring, but all of my stories will have our girls together as they should be.

Disclaimer: I do not own or operate Glee or any Glee characters, I simply try to give certain characters (Brittany and Santana) good story opportunities. My imagination is all mine and yours to enjoy if you want.

Author's note: All mistakes are mine, hopefully not too many. Also, I am not an expert in Roller Derby but I thoroughly enjoy watching it. I have read up on it as best as I could but if there are any inconsistencies I apologize in advance. This is an AU story so the league and teams and their schedules in this story are all from my imagination and not a part of any actual leagues that compete in real life.

P.S. This chapter got a little heavy in places. I wanted to keep this fic super fun and playful but this one got away from me a little bit. Totally not sorry though because Abuela chaps my hide. Little FYI, Woo Woo is a real person, my granddad. He's awesome and most of everything about him in this story is truth. Just wanted to put a little shout out to my hero in my story. I love my Woo Woo.

Chapter 4: Woo Woo vs. Abuela

"Eeny, meeny, miney, moe, catcha-"

"Fuck that!" Santana hollered and pushed Seiger's hands out of her face, "We are not eeny, meeny, miney moe-ing this shit! Fuck no!"

"Santana!" Symone stood from the couch and pounced on her baby sister, pushing her shoulders back against the chair she was sitting in. She pressed her face closer to Santana's and looked her in the eye, giving her some serious stink eye. "We. Have. To. Decide. Who. Picks. Up. Abuela. At. The. Airport. Right. Now. She gets in tomorrow and we have been arguing about this for almost two hours!"

"Not. Me." Santana huffed and tried to push her sister away, "Ugh, get off, and where is Stella anyways? How come she's not here? Let's just make her do it cuz she didn't even show up for this organized argument."

"Because," Symone trust fell on top of Santana's body, causing the smaller girl to gasp out all of her breath and groan. "Stella and Gabe took one for the team last time The Beast visitied, remember? They picked her up, gave her a behind the scenes tour of the zoo, thanks to Gabe, and took her to lunch and shit. They both earned major brownie points last time Abuela was here. That woman actually liked Gabe and you know that she doesn't like anyone. Hence, Stella is out this time, it's either you, me or Seiger."

"I'm not doing it, now get off me," Santana whined, struggling to push Symone off her, but the older girl just grinned and went limp so all her dead weight crushed the younger girl.

"I'd have to get off work," Seiger sighed, "and that may not be too easy with absolutely no notice. It's only fair we just do eeny, meeny, miney-"

"No!" Symone and Santana yelled in unison.

"Santana, you and Britt have the most flexible schedules of all of us, c'mon, please," Symone tried to reason with her little sister, turning sideways in Santana's lap and started peppering kisses all over her face as she continued, "you have Mike, Sam & Tina to take care of things at the club and then next time Abuela visits it will have to be me or Seiger's turn. C'mon Sanny Bear, pleeeeease."

"Stop," Santana growled, still trying to get out from under her sister, "No way, you know that woman hates me and Britt and everything about us. She can't stand that I'm gay, she hates that we own this club, she doesn't believe two girls can really be in love, she's said so herself many, many, many times and I can't promise I won't kill her this time, especially if I'm left alone with that woman."

"She doesn't hate you and Britt," Symone's voice softened and she cupped her baby sister's cheeks forcing her to look into her eyes. Santana fought against the hold and tried to avoid the eye contact at all costs, but Symone was persistant and stronger.

"Santana, look at me," she insisted, "Abuela is old fashioned, set in her ways, judgemental and OLD but she does not hate you and Britt. She just doesn't understand anything beyond her Bible and won't let herself even try. Do you understand me?"

Santana nodded, letting her sister kiss her forehead without a fight. Once a year, Alma Lopez ventured from her California home to visit her son and his family and inadvertantly the Pierce's as well. She was a crabby old lady with lots of opinions that she was not afraid to voice, even when closeminded and hurtful. In truth, she and Santana were a lot alike, minus the closemindedness, but neither of them saw that, neither of them saw beyond their differences. Alma or Abuela, as she insisted being called, was stoic and regimented, her visits were forced on her own part, believing she was doing what the world expected a good mother and grandmother to do. Like a martyr she bore the burden and emerged herself into the chaotic Lopez-Pierce family whirlwind for one week a year, never more, never less.

"Symone get off my wife!" Brittany hollered from the doorway as she kicked off her flip flops and tossed her recently removed jean shorts into the hamper. She had no qualms about Seiger or Symone seeing her in her undies, they'd seen her in less.

"I'm just giving her loves," Symone wrapped her arms around Santana's neck and dramatically left a wet smooch on her cheek.

Brittany side eyed Symone as she leaned over to give Seiger a quick peck on the lips hello before grabbing a hold of Symone's arm and trying to yank her off her wife's lap. "Mooooove," she whined, "I want my Baby."

Symone giggled and just pulled Brittany on top of her and Santana. Santana groaned at the extra weight while Brittany joined in Symone's giggling.

"Ummmm, guys," Seiger voiced, "I think Santana's head is gonna explode, not sure she can breath."

Brittany and Symone looked at Santana's tomato red face and Brittany stood up immediately and pulled Symone onto the floor in one swift, hercules-like motion.

"Shit Britt!" Symone laughed from the floor, "my ass!"

"Serves you right trying to squish my Baby," Brittany scowled.

"You ok?" she leaned down and kissed Santana's forehead. Santana nodded, pulling Brittany down so they were sitting real close together on the chair.

"How's your ass," Brittany smirked as Symone used their legs to pull herself up from the floor.

"It fucking hurts," Symone pouted and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to make Brittany feel bad.

"Sorry," Brittany frowned, "you need a hug?"

"Nope," Symone's lips twitched into that famous Lopez smirk, "but you can kiss it better!" She turned and cheekily shook her hiney in Brittany and Santana's direction, pun totally intended.

"Shut up!" Santana slapped her sister's butt, "you're such an ass!"

"But you love me," Symone continued to smirk rubbing her now burning ass.

"Maybe," Santana side-eyed her big sister, but had trouble fighting off the grin on her lips, she really did love the big lug.

"Love you too," Symone bent down and puckered her lips, stealing kisses from Santana and Brittany before sitting on the sofa beside Seiger.

"Hey Baby," Santana nestled her face in Brittany's neck, placing a soft kiss there.

"Hi," Brittany kissed her wife's forehead, "lips Baby," she insisted.

Santana obliged and pressed her lips against her girls'. They didn't deepen the kiss, they just enjoyed the feel and taste of each other's lips for a moment.

"Soooo," Brittany began, "I think I have a solution to the Abuela problem."

"You do?" Santana furrowed her brow and cocked her head to the side cutely, like a little puppy dog.

"Yep, Aunt Jane just called and she needs me to take Grandpa Woo Woo to his doctor appointment tomorrow. She refuses to take him ever again because of what he said last time. Jane was mortified. It was hilarious."

"What did he say?" Seiger asked, "how come I've never heard this story?"

"Me too," Symone agreed, "I love Woo Woo stories. Do tell."

Grandpa Woo Woo was Brittany's dad's dad. He was born in a tiny town in Missouri on the family farm, literally. His mother was a little bitty woman, barely five feet tall and had some trouble while giving birth to her son. Baby Woo Woo's arm started to come out first, wedged between his head and the birth canal. The midwife had no way to stop it or remedy the problem. Woo Woo came into this world at a whopping 14 pounds and because of his enormous size and the position of his arm during birth, "the arm was a dud", his words exactly. During his childhood that bum arm kept getting in his way so he learned to tuck it into the back pocket of his dungarees so he could continue on with his play and work on the farm. To this day his bum arm has a slight curve to it from spending so much time tucked in his back pocket. Woo Woo's real name was Hubert but when Brittany's dad Adam, was a little boy, all Hubert's grandkids started calling him Woo Woo because, whenever he got goodbye hugs and kisses from his little ones he would make a big show of how happy he was and would shout, "Woo Woo Baby, Grandpa loves you!" He still does it to this day and his grandchildren, great grandchildren and even a few great, great grandchildren love it.

Woo Woo grew up in the age where if it ain't broke don't fix it. When he got a cut as a kid he would just rub some dirt in it to stop the bleeding and keep on working. Needless to say, he did not enjoy doctors because he did not want to "go looking for trouble", his words exactly. Woo Woo was going on 92. He had smoked from the age of 12 till he quit cold turkey over 50 years later. He was not the picture perfect specimen of health but he was old, his body was breaking down, he knew it, he did not need a doctor to tell him that.

"Well," Brittany grinned, "he doesn't exactly like going to the doctor as we all know. He likes his regular doctor, just fine but he has to see a specialist now because of his emphysema and he is convinced she doesn't know what she's talking about."

Santana giggled, "Last time he went in with Jane, the doctor tried to ask Woo Woo about his wishes, like if he couldn't breath on his own would he want to be put on life support and he told her to just take him out back and shoot him!"

"Shit!" Seiger giggled from the sofa, "I love that man. I mean he's almost 92 what do they want from him. I think he's doing great. Sure he's got issues but his mind is sharp as ever, that's what I'm most happy about. I love hearing all his stories about when he was growing up. He still has such an amazing memory."

"Me too," Brittany agreed, "and I get why he needs to go to these check ups but at this point I think he just wants to be left alone to enjoy his family, working in his shop building his grandkids awesome wooden stuff and let nature take it's course. I mean, I don't ever want him to be uncomfortable, so I'm glad they are asking him what he wants, but it just seems so morbid."

"Better him make the decisions now than having to argue over it with the entire family if something ever were to happen, you know?" Santana pecked Brittany's cheek.

Brittany nodded, snuggling closer to Santana, her hand found it's way up her wife's shirt in search of the soft skin between her breasts. "Needless to say," Brittany continued, "Aunt Jane was embarrassed and doesn't want to take him to that doctor again. Daddio has work at the hospital, Mama is running the craft show at the middle school tomorrow, Grammy and Grampy Pierce are still in Arizona and Uncle Bill has to work too, so I'm gonna take him. And I was thinking, after...wecouldpickupAbuelafromthe irportandtakethemoutforlunchtogether?" she said the last part super fast in hopes Santana wouldn't freak out.

"That's perfect!" Seiger agreed quickly and grinned before Santana could register what Brittany proposed .

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Santana shook her head and tried to get up out of the chair she shared with Brittany, "no way, we can take Woo Woo, but one of you has to do Abuela," she pointed at her sisters.

"Santana," Brittany held tightly to her girl, "listen to me please."

The room remained silent while Santana slowly stopped struggling only enough to cross her arms over her chest, inadvertantly trapping Brittany's hand tightly between her breasts, a deep, threatening pout across her tense features. Seiger and Symone knew if anyone could convince Santana, it was Brittany, so they just watched from the couch with their mouths shut.

Once Santana had calmed enough, Brittany continued, "Will you please listen first? You know I won't make you do anything you're not comfortable with. Ok? If you don't agree with me, I will take Woo Woo to the doctor myself AND pick up Abuela myself too. Ok?"

Symone and Seiger's eyes widened at Brittany's brave words, but remained quiet.

Santana nodded briefly but kept her eyes forward, avoiding her wife's.

"Thank you Baby. I just think that maybe, just maybe, it would lessen the blow of Abuela all on her own. Maybe with Woo Woo there too, she won't be as...harsh." Brittany tried to find words that would not disrespect the awful woman and her views, but it was difficult. "I think that her strict politeness would finally come in handy and she will try to be pleasant while with Woo Woo. We can do a lunch date with them and then we can even drop her off at your parents' house before we take Woo Woo home, so we won't have to be alone with her at all. C'mon Baby, it's kinda perfect, right?"

Symone and Seiger nodded from the sofa, but knew to remain quiet. Both eager for Santana to agree, not only to relieve them of the awful task but also because this really did seem like the perfect plan. Their sister was right, Brittany was a genius.

"Woo Woo hates going out to eat," Santana countered, still not quite ready to acquiesce.

"But he likes Kentucky Fried Chicken," Brittany slowly leaned closer, so as not to spook her girl, and brushed her nose along Santana's soft cheek, "we can get some to go and take them on a picnic. We can go to the park in our old neighborhood, close to your parent's house and drop Abuela off right after."

Santana didn't have a comeback to that, Woo Woo really did love KFC and he loved being outdoors. Abuela on the other hand would probaby hate KFC and eating outside, but would think it too impolite to complain in front of their guest. Sounded like a win win, but she still held off.

Brittany sighed, her breath tickled Santana's cheek as she kissed her way to Santana's ear. "And after we drop her off," more kisses, "and after we drop Woo Woo off," she whispered between her kisses, "we can come home and I will show you the lap dance I choreographed in my head last night after I fucked you into a coma."

Santana felt her panties moisten at Brittany's words, damn her girl was sexy and pretty much a fucking genuis. "Yes, ok, I-I-I-I'll do it," she stammered.

"So we have an agreement?" Brittany smirked, before running her nose along Santana's jawline.

Santana's breath hitched as Brittany squeezed one of her breasts under her shirt. She'd forgotten that was in there. "Yes," Santana gasped when Brittany squeezed again, harder.

"Yay!" Symone and Seiger cheered from the couch and then quickly left so as not to see anything they didn't want to see, like their baby sister and sister-in-law having living room chair sex.

Santana heard the alarm clock blaring but kept her eyes shut tight. She was not convinced that this day would go off as well as Brittany seemed to believe, so she tried to stay in her sleepy bliss for a few extra minutes. The alarm stopped and Santana felt Brittany's hand slide across her abdomen then down, down, down. Brittany's fingers gently caressed Santana's smooth outer lips, both girls liked zero pubic hair and made frequent trips to get waxed at the salon Mercedes and her sisters owned.

"Baby," Brittany started pressing kisses against her bare shoulder, "I got morning wood."

Santana burst out laughing. "Britt!"

"C'mon Baby, let's get it on. What better way to start this day then with a little lady lovin'?" Brittany's fingers lowered, circling Santana's wet entrance slowly, teasingly, "can I?"

Santana nodded her head and Brittany pressed the tips of two fingers into her wife's pussy. She rested on an elbow above Santana so she could find her eyes. Brittany's blonde hair was a mess and her freckle spattered cheeks were still rosy from her warm, restful slumber. "You're so beautiful Britt," Santana sighed as she ran the back of her hand over Brittany's chest, to rest against the soft skin there.

Brittany's cheeks flushed a bit more. She smiled at her gorgeous girl and leaned forward to connect their lips as she pressed her fingers into her awaiting wife. She moaned at the simultaneous and nearly overwhelming sentation of her fingers being engulfed by her lover's warm, wet pussy walls and their velvety tongues brushing against each other's.

Santana's legs spread wider as Brittany's thrusts became deeper, faster. Santana's hips rose up as Brittany pushed into her over and over. "Yessss," she hissed as Brittany broke eye contact to engulfed one of her hard nipples in her mouth. She sucked hard, biting down firmly, yet gently, encouraged by her lover's gasps, her fuck's and her hisses of pleasurable pain.

"Baby...up...you...me...inside..." Santana panted, unable to get an entire coherent sentence out. It was a good thing Brittany understood Santana-near-orgasm speak. She lifted herself onto her free hand and her knees, straddling Santana's leg, hovering above her without breaking stride.

"Yes...so wet," Santana moaned as the fingers on her left hand instantly penetrated her wife's entrance, her right hand squeezing and feeling up her bouncing breasts.

Brittany moaned and moved her hips against Santana's hand, riding her fingers, her own fingers never faltering inside her wife. They made eye contact again, panting into each other's parted lips. Brittany bent forward licking over Santana's upper lip, taking it into her mouth and letting her tongue explored the slick, wet warmth on the inside of her lip and gums. Brittany's thumb found it's way to Santana's hard clit, rubbing tight circles and curling her fingers deep inside her pussy.

"Oh God!" Santana's back arched against the mattress as her orgasm suddenly shook her body. Brittany continued to fuck her wife watching that beautiful body tremble and eventually still beneath her.

Santana's fingers had stilled but stayed buried deep inside Brittany. Brittany let Santana recover, peppering her face and parted, unresponsive lips with soft kisses. She slowly started to move her hips against Santana's hand again.

"Go Baby," Santana husked, finally returning her lover's kisses, "faster..."

Brittany obeyed, her hips moving faster. Santana matched her movements and felt Brittany's inner walls flutter against her fingers. She angled her hand so on the next thrusts, her palm slapped against Brittany's clit just right. Brittany grunted and rode her wife's fingers impossibly faster.

"Fuck," she growled as her body began to stiffen in bliss, "Baby!" she cried out as her orgasm took over her body. Santana thrust as deep as she could and curled her fingers, while letting her thumb circle Brittany's throbbing clit, sending her wife into a second orgasm before her first ebbed.

Brittany flopped on top of her wife, panting heavily, her dead weight trapped Santana's hand between their bodies, her fingers still deep inside.

"I...we...that..." Brittany tried to speak.

"...was amazing." Santana finished and giggled as she felt Brittany's head nod against her naked chest.

They layed together in complete bliss and confortable silence. Every few minutes Brittany would brush her lips against Santana's soft skin, while Santana's free hand combed throught her girl's long, silky hair.

"Hey B," Santana broke the easy silence.

"Yeah?"

"Ummm...I would love to lay here and hold you all day but," she wiggled her digits that were still buried in Brittany's pussy, "I'm starting to lose feeling in my hand."

Brittany giggled and slowly rolled off her wife and onto her side. She sighed and pouted, as Santana's fingers slipped out of her. "If there was a way, I'd keep you inside me all day." She snuggled against Santana's side, her had cupping one of her breasts, her fingers smoothing over and over again against the softest skin imaginable, between and under her breasts.

"No pouting B," Santana kissed her forehead, "I'd love to stay inside you all day too."

"That would be totally awesome, but also totally awkward," Brittany giggled, "I just imagined us walking around, trying to work and me trying to dance with you by my side with your hand down my pants all day. And I'm pretty sure your Abuela would have a heart attack!"

Santana laughed at the mental picture Brittany created and agreed. She hugged her girl closer , her laughter dying, silence taking over. She sighed heavily, they had to get up soon, they had to see The Beast today.

"It's going to be ok Honey," Brittany assured still locked in Santana's embrace.

"I know B, it just..." she hesitated. She sighed again, her hand absentmindedly running up and down Britany's naked back. "I just hate how Abuela..."

"...constantly dismisses our life and love for each other, even though we're super happy and soul mates and best friends." B finished.

"Yeah," Santana whispered, "and how she..."

"...is still butt hurt about how your parents married against her wishes, even though they are super happy and successful." Brittany again finished her wife's thought.

"Yeah."

"It's only once a year," Brittany encouraged, kissing the part of Santana's chest that her cheek had been pressed against. She rested on her bent elbow and looked deep into her lover's warm brown eyes, "I love you and that's all that matters ok. In one ear and out the other right?"

"Agreed," Santana smiled.

In one ear and out the other, that was the motto of the entire Lopez and Pierce families during Abuela week. No matter what The Beast said, they all would just grin and bear it for Papa's sake. It was torture.

Brittany reluctantly got out of bed and held her pinkie out to her beloved. She winked as Santana hooked her pinkie around her own and climbed out of bed. "Together," Brittany stared into Santana's eyes again, making sure she really was ok and ready for their day with Abuela and Woo Woo.

"Proudly so," Santana kissed Brittany's lips and they headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, then off to Woo Woo's.

Brittany pulled the mini van into the driveway of Woo Woo's sunny yellow house. Yes, they had a mini van. It was not their first choice but after buying it cheap from a family friend, they fell in love with it. The thing was huge and being bar owners, it came in handy picking up supplies, moving equipment and transporting large groups of people to and from anywhere and everywhere. This precious van helped family and friends move, they used it for camping and it was perfect for taking Grandpa Woo Woo anywhere he needed to go because it was really convenient for him to get in and out of. Also, the van was painted wicked awesome. Puck and Finn repainted it for them when they bought it years ago. It was shiny black and the boys had even made a special stencil and painted the club's logo on the side. Can you say tax ride off?

"You remember when you first met Woo Woo?" Brittany smiled at her wife, squeezing her knee playfully. Santana absentmindedly smiled up at Woo Woo's house, she really loved this place and the man inside.

Many years ago, when Brittany and Santana were in the fifth grade and were still fairly new friends, Brittany experienced a really frustrating day. Santana's mother arrived early to pick her up from school because she had a dentist appointment.

"I'll see you right after school ok?" Santana told Brittany, "bring me the work I missed and we'll do homework together. Alright?"

Brittany nodded and tried not to frown too hard. She missed Santana already and she could feel the coil of anxiety taking over her body. She's gotten so used to having Santana by her side at school, helping to keep her calm and on task, so she could sit still and listen. The seat beside her felt cold, so did her teacher's angry looks. She fidgeted, her chair squeaked deafeningly. By the end of the day, Brittany had been in the corner twice, over 30 minutes each time, and was sadly making her way to the detention room for another 30 minute punishment, overseen by the school's principal.

Sugar, Quinn, Mercedes and Tina told the older sisters what happened and they all rushed home to tell Mama Pierce. "What about B?" Sugar sniffled, near tears.

Christina put her arm around her baby sister, "We need to get home Sug, she'll be ok to walk home by herself, don't worry. She's done it before."

"But she was so sad," Sugar's bottom lip trembled as she was lead home by the other girls.

Brittany burst into tears as she finally stepped out of the school doors and into the fresh air. She felt sweaty and claustrophobic from being confined in the throws of punishment for so long. She started to run, her heavy homework filled backpack swayed uncomfortably against her back. After a few blocks, she slowed to a walk and furiously rubbed her fists in her burning eyes, willing her tears to stop. She saw the familiar chain link fence surrounding the front yard of her great grandad's house and she decided to stop in to see him. She knew she should go home, but she wasn't ready to face her parents just yet. Had the principal already called them? Had her teacher called them? Shame filled her heart and she really missed Santana. She knew if she went home she could see her, but again, she just wasn't ready to face Mama and Daddio.

Woo Woo was working in his wood shed at the very top of the driveway. He saw Brittany and immediately hollered out to her and waved her over. Brittany couldn't help but smile at her Grandpa Woo Woo, clad in his signature red polo shirt and Dickie overalls, covered in sawdust from his wood working. He held a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer in the hand of his crooked arm which he quickly set down and engulfed Brittany in a one armed bear hug.

"Woo Woo Baby," he patted her backpack, "you look sad B, what's a matter?"

She stood back, looking down at the ground and shuffled the toe of her black Converse against the pavement.

"How about you go inside and grab a Popcicle so we can talk?" he urged.

"Ok," Brittany whispered and did as she was told.

Santana paced the living room floor, looking out the window every few seconds, impatiently waiting for everyone to get home from school. After her dental appointment, her mommy dropped her off with Mama Pierce because she had to show a house for the realtor she worked for. The minute the older girls and Sugar walked through the front door minus Brittany, Santana knew something was wrong.

"Where's B?" she asked, as Mama Pierce hollered from the kitchen for the girls to come get a snack if they wanted.

Sugar burst into tears and rushed into the kitchen to tell her mama all about what happened with Brittany at school. Quinn was in their class too and she helped explain to Mama Pierce what went down. Susie picked little Sugar up and cuddled her while listening to Quinn describe how the teacher had been so awful to Brittany.

"She was just wiggly," Quinn defended, "she wasn't talking or bugging any of the other students, honest. She was just super fidgety after Santana left and her chair was squeaky. She was so upset Mama P. Then, Mrs. Patsy sent her to do 30 minutes of detention after school, like that would do any good. Poor Britt, she's probably going crazy in there." Quinn pouted.

Before any other words were spoken, Santana shouted at them all that she was never leaving school early again and ran from the house in the direction of the school. She needed to get to Brittany.

"Should we stop her?" Seiger asked Susie.

"No," Susie shook her head and smiled, "I'm sure B needs her best friend right about now and I have some phone calls to make." She kissed Sugar's forehead sweetly and asked the older girls to keep an eye on her and each other while she called the school.

Santana hated to run, but she couldn't get to Brittany faster any other way. She made it a few blocks from the school before she had to slow down in fear her lungs would explode. She hunched over breathing heavily and tried to continue walking as fast as she could. She started to pass the chain link fence of a sunny yellow house when she heard the unmistakable voice of her best friend.

Brittany sat in the driveway, Woo Woo at her side, melting red Popcicle in her hand. She told Woo Woo all about her terrible day; how her new best friend had to leave early, how she just couldn't sit still today and got in trouble with her teacher several times, and how she had to stay after school for detention. She cried again as she told him how she felt so stupid because she was the only one in her class that ever seemed to get into trouble and it was all because of something she couldn't control. She explained how she now had a ton of homework because she kept getting sent into the corner and wasn't able to complete her school work in class. She wiped her eyes and told him all about her new best friend Santana and how she had been a big help with keeping her on task and distracted during all the boring parts of school that she had the most trouble with and how she felt like today, she disappointed her parents, her teacher, her principal and her best friend.

Santana's heart actually hurt inside her chest hearing Brittany's words. Never had she felt more rage directed at a teacher.

Brittany sniffled and sucked on her melting cherry Popcicle, wiping her nose and cherry red mouth on her shirt sleeve.

Woo Woo apologized for her teacher's actions, wrapping his strong arm around her hunched shoulders. "Did you know I never got to finish school?"

Brittany looked into her grandfather's pale blue eyes, her own eyes wide as she shook her head no.

"When I was about 15 years old," Woo Woo continued, "my pa passed away. My three older brothers were away serving in the Army and my Ma still had me and my two little sisters to take care of. She couldn't take care of our farm and the animals on her own, I needed to be there. I had to run the farm. I had to quit school."

"Woo Woo, that was really brave of you."

"I did what I had to do Britt Britt, family is everything. I still regret that I had to quit school though and that I never went back and finished my education when I had the chance. By the time it even crossed my mind, I was raising four kids on my own because that harlot of a wife I married up and left us."

Brittany knew all about Woo Woo's first wife Lola, or Trolla as most of the family referred to her as. The woman cheated on Woo Woo and treated him and their children horribly before she ran off with some man she met at a bar. Good riddance, Brittany thought.

"Stick with it ok B," Woo Woo reassured, "you are by no means stupid, you just have to work extra hard at it and that's nothing to be ashamed of. You hear me?"

Brittany nodded and rested her head against her grandpa's side. "I will Woo Woo, I promise. This was just a really bad day but I'm sure tomorrow will be better, plus Santana will be at school again. She always helps me. It's much better when she's there. I don't know what I ever did without her. I got in a lot more trouble that's for sure."

"When do I get to meet this new friend of your's?" Woo Woo asked.

Brittany wished Santana was there right now and just as she was about to tell Woo Woo that, Santana appeared, as if by magic, walking up the driveway towards them.

"Look Woo Woo," she pointed excitedly at her best friend, "you can meet her right now!"

Brittany rushed to Santana and engulfed her into a bone crunching hug. "I missed you!" she gushed.

"I missed you too B," Santana's body molded against her best friend's and she hugged just as hard right back.

Brittany pulled back and held up the last few bites of her melting Popcicle for Santana. Santana blushed, accepting the treat as Brittany excitedly introduced her to her granddad.

"I kinda had a rough day after you left," Brittany explained and looked down, still a bit embarrassed, "and I saw Woo Woo and decided to stop by to talk to him."

"I heard all about it," Santana scowled, " is an animal! She needs to be put in a cage and poked with a stick! I think she needs to be forced into retirement and I for one plan on staging a homework strike until the principal does something about her. She has no idea how smart you are and instead of helping and encouraging you, she just gets angry and punishes you for things you can't help!"

"S..." Brittany tried to interrupt her rant, but Santana could not be stopped just yet.

"No B, listen to me!" Santana paced back and forth in the driveway, Woo Woo and Brittany's heads followed her back and forth like they were watching a tennis match. "I've been to a lot of schools and a lot of classrooms and had a lot of teachers and she is just the worst! And what if I am gone again, which I don't plan on, I am going to forbid my mother from scheduling me any appointments during school time every again, or what if one day we don't have a class together B? I just-"

"Ok, come here," Woo Woo belly laughed at his granddaughter's best friend and put his hand out, halting Santana's movements and thus her rant, "sit here beside me and Britt. How about we come up with some solutions together, just in case ok?"

Santana nodded and obeyed.

"I'm not convinced a homework strike is the best way to go," Woo Woo began, "but I think you and maybe some of the other students in your class could talk to the principal about what happens in class. That would be a good start."

"Maybe and Mama and Daddio can have a talk with the principal about my ADHD, maybe she just doesn't know. Maybe if she knows more, she can understand better and not get so angry at me cuz that just makes me more anxious which just makes my symptoms worse."

"Good idea Britt," Woo Woo encouraged.

"And maybe if we know I'll be gone again, we can have a plan in place of ways you can distract yourself B," Santana added, "maybe we can get you some small toys, like those stress balls or something, that you can keep in your desk."

"You girls are amazing!" Woo Woo cheered, "let's celebrate with some cookies! B can you run inside and get a few cookies for us?"

Brittany happily skipped inside to do as she was asked.

Woo Woo turned to Santana and smiled. "She was really sad when she first got here, but the minute she started talking about you her eyes lit up, like a Christmas tree, you know that?"

Santana blushed and smiled so hard her cheeks hurt, dimples on full display.

"I can see why," Woo Woo continued, "you are a good friend to her. You may not have known each other long, but you really see who she is. You help her and she needs that because of her challenges. I believe you two met at the perfect time for all the right reasons."

Santana looked up into Woo Woo's eyes and nodded, "I think so too. We moved around a lot cuz my papa was in the Army and I've never had many friends. I was really excited to move here because Papa retired from the Army and he said we would be here for a long time. I guess I need her too you know."

"You need each other," Woo Woo agreed, "partners in crime."

Brittany bounced down the steps, nearly tripping over herself, her hands full of cookies. Santana giggled and readily accepted the lap full of cookies. The three stuffed themselves with cookies and enjoyed each other's company till the sky began to darken, dusk approaching. The girls didn't want to leave, they wanted to stay and listen to more of Woo Woo's stories about when he was little, but they knew they needed to get home. They still needed to talk to Brittany's parents and do their homework. Woo Woo shooed them off with multiple hugs and kisses and "Woo Woo Baby's". Santana held out her hand for her best friend and they started off into the sunset, literally.

Santana remembered that day like it was yesterday. That was the day Woo Woo became Santana's granddad too. The Lopez family had never really had their grandparents in their daily lives. Her mom's mom had only visited them a handful of times in the past that she remembered. Her dad's dad had passed away about a year after Mari and Cruz had married, long before her and her sisters were born. Abuela's week long annual visits were torture. Woo Woo was the closest thing to a loving grandparent she'd ever known.

The doctor visit went by without too many issues. Santana and Brittany entertained Woo Woo while they waited for the doctor to arrive by telling him all about Abuela and the plan for the day. Then, Brittany blew up a purple rubber glove and they all played a rousing game of keep-it-from-touching-the-floor. Dr. Armstrong was a good sport and made sure the girls left with all the notes from Woo Woo's visit to give to Aunt Jane and Uncle Tony.

Brittany grasped Santana's hand on the way back to the car. She could tell Santana was getting nervous about their next stop, picking up Abuela from the airport. She squeezed her girl's hand till she found her eyes.

"Hi," Brittany mouthed.

"Hey," Santana mouthed back.

"Together," Brittany told her.

Santana nodded and off they went.

They had agreed the night before that Brittany would drop Santana at the airport to help Abuela gather her luggage. Brittany and Woo Woo would just loop the airport to avoid parking fees and so Woo Woo wouldn't have to get out of the van and tire himself out. Santana stood at the end of the gate, nervously bouncing from foot to foot, watching for that dark bun that was ever present atop her tiny grandmother's head. She missed Brittany's presence so bad right now, she needed to hold her hand. There she was, dressed in her usual black calf length dress and sensible going-to-church heels, hair pulled into a tight bun. Abuela greeted her granddaughter with a polite, "Hello Santana," and a nod of her head. Santana hesitated, should she hug her? Kiss her cheek?

She settled with, "did you have a nice flight?"

"It was satisfactory," Abuela smiled through pursed lips.

"Good, that's good," Santana clasped her hands together, she wanted Brittany, "Shall we get your luggage?"

Abuela nodded and followed Santana to baggage claim. Luckily, Alma Lopez traveled light. They retrieved her one black rolling bag easily. Santana was grateful for the noisey airport offering itself as a buffer against having to make awkward, forced small talk with her grandmother.

She called Brittany once they were outside and soon enough they were loading Abuela and her bag into the van. Santana helped Abuela into the passenger seat and then happily sat in the back next to Woo Woo. Brittany greeted Abuela and reintroduced her to Woo Woo. They'd met a few times in the past but usually only at packed family gatherings. Abuela startled as Woo Woo's boisterous voice welcomed her to Portland and both girls fought back giggles.

Brittany looked in the rear view mirror at her wife. She watched as Woo Woo threw his good arm around Santana's shoulders and squeezed her tight. She watched her wife instantly soften, her tense body relaxing just a bit. Santana's eyes soon found her's and Brittany mouthed "I love you". Santana grinned and mouthed back, "love you too" as Brittany pulled away from the curb and they were off again.

They drove thru at KFC and soon pulled into the parking lot in front of their favorite park that just happened to be kiddie-corner from their old highschool and right across the street from Brittany's old dance studio. They carried the food to the nearest picnic table in the shade and set to work setting up their grandparent picnic. Santana set up a yard chair she'd grabbed from the back of the van at one end of the table for Woo Woo and helped Abuela sit at the wooden table. Brittany set out the red and white checkered table cloth over the table to cover up the wanky carvings and graffiti. Santana grinned at the stricken look on Abuela's face and was happy for her silence. Brittany was totally right, Abuela was too polite to argue in front of their guest.

Santana set out the paper plates and plastic utensils they'd brought and set to work filling a plate for Abuela while Brittany did the same for Woo Woo.

"I want the biggest breast you can find in there Britt," Woo Woo told her, "and a leg too!"

"I like breasts and legs too Woo Woo," Brittany smiled cheekily, "especially my wife's!" She wiggled her eyebrows up and down causing Santana and Woo Woo to burst into easy laughter. The interaction was so fun and easy, Santana almost forget Abuela was even there.

"Wanky, just wanky Britt," Santana kissed her cheek and then set Abuela's plate in front of her.

Abuela cleared her throat and scowled up at her granddaughter, not happy with the entire situation or the conversation going on. Santana's heart sank and she quickly looked away from Abuela's dark, angry eyes.

Santana wasn't hungry but tried her best to eat her meal. Her and Brittany sat across from Abuela and Brittany placed her hand on Santana's thigh and kept it there. Santana leaned into her as much as she could, just to be closer, to feel her.

Brittany tried to start up an easy conversation with Abuela, asking her simple questions about her life in California but could not get passed Abuela's short, one word answers, so she turned to Woo Woo instead. Woo Woo knew all about Alma Lopez. He knew that everyone just tried to get through her visits with the least amount of conflict. Woo Woo was a man in every sense of the word. He loved fiercly and evenly, without favorites. He was always just as excited to see Santana as he was to see Brittany or any of his other grandchildren and honorary grandchildren. For everything Abuela wasn't, Woo Woo was. He easily bantered back and forth with Brittany and smoothly brought Santana into the conversation while leaving it open to Abuela if she wanted to join or simply listen. He told some stories about his days on the farm and how much he'd loved and respected his precious mother. It was sweet and Santana noticed Abuela paying close attention and even asked Woo Woo a few questions. Brittany squeezed Santana's thigh at the small victory and the rest of lunch went by rather smoothly.

After they cleaned up, Brittany asked Woo Woo and Abuela if they would mind if she pushed her beautiful girl on the swings for a few minutes. After Woo Woo told the girls to go have fun, Abuela nodded too. Santana knew Abuela minded, she could see it in the lines around her forced, tight lipped smile and the creases between her eyebrows but she really didn't care, she wanted to swing with Brittany.

Hand in hand, Brittany lead Santana to the swings. Once situated, she grabbed hold of Santana's waist and pulled her back, whispering in her ear, "Almost done Baby," before giving her a huge underdog and hoisting herself into the swing right next to her. They both swung as high as they could, giggling like school girls, with Santana playfully complaining that Brittany always went higher because her legs were longer. They watched Woo Woo and Abuela from a distance, noticing them talking back and forth, Abuela even smiled here and there.

"You really are a genius Babe," Santana smiled, relaxing her legs and just floated to and fro.

"I just didn't want this to be too much for you, you know?" Brittany told her, "and anyways I'm pretty sure Woo Woo is a magician, see him pulling all those smiles out of that woman, like a duck out of a hat."

"I think you mean a rabbit Britt, pulling a rabbit out of a hat."

"No, I like ducks better."

Santana giggled, oh how she loved that girl of her's.

They headed to the Lopez residence soon after to drop off Abuela. Mari and Santana waited by the van with Woo Woo while Brittany helped Abuela and her bag up to the guestroom.

"You ok Sweetie?" Mari hugged her baby girl close after greeting Woo Woo with a hug and a smooch as he waited in the van, "thank you so much for doing this. Your Papa and I appreciate you girls for agreeing to pick her up."

"It went ok Mommy," Santana shrugged, "she hasn't changed much, but she seemed to really like Woo Woo."

"Well who wouldn't, the man's a charmer," Mari winked at Woo Woo and blew him another kiss.

The round tops of her breast bounced, her hips circled seductively as she prowled around the chair Santana sat in. Santana was allowed to touch, but only softly, never grabbing or pulling. She knew the rules. This wasn't her first lap dance and certainly not her last, thank God.

They were still downstairs in the club. They'd locked up a few minutes ago and Brittany pulled a chair into the middle of the empty stage. She placed Santana there and disappeared. She was about to get that lap dance Brittany promised. Picking up Abuela was totally worth it and Santana smiled thinking about how she wouldn't have to do it again for another three years at least. The lights on stage were dim, just a few soft yellows and reds glowed, the rest of the club was dark. Brittany appreared a few seconds later, soft music playing over the speakers. Her hips swayed side to side as she danced toward her girl.

Santana's breath caught as Brittany's hands slid around her from behind, lightly touching her collarbone, sliding down her chest slowly. Brittany's body lowered, breath ghosting against the back of Santana's neck, following the movement of her hands down Santana chest and over her clothed breasts and back up again. She spun smoothly as she moved to the front and danced a few feet in front of the chair, close enough for her wife to see but not close enough to touch.

Santana couldn't blink, she might miss something. Brittany still wore the costume she'd worn in the final burlesque number of the evening, a black lace bustier, criss cross tied together in the back, pulled tight so that her smaller sized breasts nearly spilled out the top. She watched her wife lick her lips unconsciously as she spun around, her back to Santana, looking seductively over her shoulder as she bent at the waist giving a full view of her ass barely covered by the small pleather shorts and black lace fish nets. She watched Santana's eyes move from her shapely ass down her long legs to her knee high, six inch heeled boots and right back up again to her ass.

She spun back around and inched closer to her wife, her dance moves never faltering, each move exactly what she'd imagined two nights ago. She circled her hips, her arms above her head, spinning one more time before bending at the knees and slowing standing while running her hands up her lover's smooth bare legs. Santana twitched at the feeling and caught Brittany's ice blue eyes before slowly lowering them to the creamy skin of her incredible cleavage.

Brittany's hands paid extra attention to the backs of Santana's knees and her upper thighs, as she leaned against them rolling her body making her titties shake. She felt a shiver run through Santana's body and smirked playfully. Her hands spread Santana's knees as she danced between them for a few minutes, lost in the music, hair wild. She felt Santana's hands against her sides, soft, just touching the exposed skin.

"So beautiful," Santana whispered, in awe of her wife.

Brittany moved back letting Santana's legs close again and straddled them backwards, rolling her hips and dipping down into her wife's lap but never fully sitting. She leaned backwards till her back rested against Santana's heaving chest, letting her wife lick and nip at her neck and shoulder before standing and spinning around. She straddled her girl again making sure to let her barely clothed chest brush against Santana's lips and chin with every movement of her body.

"Baby..."Santana's hands grasped Brittany's undulating hips, running them up and down her sides. Her hands roamed higher and higher till she was cupping and massaging Brittany's breasts with her movements.

"I need you..." Santana cried out as Brittany's clothed center pressed against her lap, then her stomach, then her lap, her stomach...

"Let's go upstairs," Brittany panted, "you want to get wet Baby?"

"God yes!" Santana breathed out and caught Brittany's lips in a heated kiss, "I already am, soooo wet."

Brittany grinned, "mission accomplished."

They rushed upstairs, unbuttoning, unzipping, and untying clothing as they ran. Clothing dropped to the floor as they hurried into the bathroom. Santana heated the water while Brittany finished kicking off the sweaty fish nets. She grinned and barreled towards her wife successfully pinning her to the bathroom wall for a long, heated kiss. Santana added her tongue into the mix and nearly came when Brittany pressed her thigh against her very wet pussy.

"Shit...oh baby," she cried out as Brittany's hands guided her hips to rock against her muscular thigh.

"So wet for me," Brittany husked, looking down, watching Santana hump her thigh leaving a wet trail on every thrust.

"I want fingers Baby," Santana whined, feeling herself get closer and closer to an orgasm already.

Brittany nodded and lead the way into the shower. Santana hungrily found her wife's mouth again, sucking and biting on her already kiss swollen lips. Brittany fingered Santana's clit, rubbing, circling, pressing till Santana mewled against her lips. She lowered her fingers and pushed into her wife's entrance. Santana's hands grasped onto Brittany's upper arms for balance. With her free hand, Brittany lifted one of Santana's legs up until her foot rested on the lip of the tub, spreading her legs wider and giving her better access to pound into her and press against her clit at the same time. Santana moaned, her back coming to rest against the shower wall as her knees weakened at her lover's touch.

"Faster Baby," Santana's hips moved against Brittany's hard working hand, her long fingers touching all the right places inside of her.

Brittany kissed down Santana's neck, sucking hard just below her ear before moving lower. Santana groaned and closed her eyes in ecstasy. Brittany's lips closed around her nipple, sucking then biting down while flicking her tongue over it repeatedly. Santana gripped the back of her lover's head, fingers lost in a mess of blonde. Brittany repeated her actions on the other breast before kissing even lower.

"Oh shit, me! Oh God! Fuck!" Santana screamed as Brittany's mouth enclosed around her pulsating clit, her fingers still pounding inside of her. She looked down at her wife between her spread legs and her body shuddered.

Brittany looked up into warm brown eyes, her own pussy throbbing. She pulled back, never breaking eye contact with her lover as she kissed her clit softly. She nipped playfully at Santana's outer lips, watching as she gasped and squirmed. She ran her tongue through her folds before sucking her clit into her mouth again. She felt Santana's inner walls nearly strangling her fingers. She thrust harder rather than faster, hindered by the tight walls and bit down on her clit, while flicking her tongue back and forth quickly.

"Britt Britt!" Santana screamed out, her knees bucked as she orgasmed hard, her fingers digging into Brittany's scalp, pulling her hair tight.

Brittany kissed all around Santana's throbbing pussy, bringing her down gently before removing her fingers and kissing back up her body and holding her close. She rocked back and forth in the warm shower spray.

"So good Britt Britt," Santana panted, her face pressed against Brittany's collarbone and neck.

Brittany giggled, "thank you, but I think you pulled out a bunch of my hair."

Santana laughed with her, "I think you're right, sorry Baby."

"It's all good, I plan on leaving scratch marks on your back while you pound me with our strap on after this shower, I am so freaking horny right now!"

"Shit Britt," Santana lifted her head from her wife's chest and looked up into her eyes, "fuck, let's go."

After quickly soaping their bodies, Brittany and Santana hurried to dry off and quickly brush their teeth, giggling all the way. Santana raced her into the bedroom hopping across the bed to get to the toy drawer pulling out their strap on and the lube.

"No need for that," Brittany husked from the bed, legs spread as she explored her wet folds with her own fingers. She circled her clit, letting her hips create a slow rhythm for Santana's wandering eyes.

"Fuck me, you're so naughty Britt Britt." Santana never took her eyes off her wife playing with herself on their bed as she clumsily tried to fit the harness onto her body.

Brittany had no intention of getting herself off she just knew how to push all Santana's buttons and loved giving her a good show. Santana clipped the dildo in place and crawled towards her wife. She forcefully removed Brittany's hand from her clit with a whispered, "mine" before lowering her head to suck on the throbbing pink bud. She pushed her hands under Brittany's butt cheeks lifting so her pussy opened wider, pressing her mouth harder against the flesh.

Brittany cried out and grasped at the sheets, succumbing to the overwhelming sensation of a possessive Santana and her warm mouth. Santana licked around her already wet entrance, reveling in the fact that no, they would not need any artificial lube tonight.

"So wet," Santana mumbled against Brittany's flesh, letting her tongue tease at her entrance before thrusting inside repeatedly, swirling and curling against her inner walls, more liquid gathering and coating her chin and lips.

"Getting you off is so sexy Baby," Brittany mewled, "makes me so wet. Want you. Please."

Santana sat up, kissing around Brittany's cute little belly button as she slowly eased the dildo through her pussy, coating it in her juices. Brittany moaned and grunted each time it touched or pressed against her hard clit, her hips jerking out of her control.

"Baby..." she panted.

Santana pushed the dildo inside Brittany's pussy, going slow, inch by inch against the immense tightness, till their hips touched. She licked up Brittany's neck, sucking and nipping, while her now free hands grasped and kneaded her titties. Brittany's hands splayed across Santana's naked back, keeping their lower bodies flush together. Santana pulled almost all the way out slowly, also pulling her mouth away from Brittany's. She grasped behind one of Brittany's knees till it bent upwards, her thigh resting against her own chest and the back of her knee hooked around Santana's arm, the other leg remained against the mattress, spreading her legs wide open. They kept eye contact as Santana planted both her hands against the mattress and began to thrust the dildo in and out of her wife's pussy, slowly at first but quickly picking up a steady pace.

"Oh shit, fuck, Santana," Brittany cried, "this angle is so fucking good! Oh fuck! So good Baby! Keep going. Don't stop. Don't stop." Brittany's hips met each of Santana's thrusts, her blunt nails digging into the flesh of Santana's back.

Santana slowed her hips purposely as she bent down taking one of Brittany's nipples into her mouth. She thrust the phallus inside her wife and held it there circling and grinding her hips and biting down on her hard, rosy nipple.

"Oh fuck," Brittany dug her nails into Santana's back, her other hand grasped her wife's ass, holding her deep inside her pussy, "feels so good. I'm gonna explode. Shit!"

Santana kissed across her chest to her other nipple biting down, then sucking, then flicking it with her tongue over and over again. Brittany's hips jerked and suddenly Santana pulled all the way out only to thrust forward again and again and again, hard, pounding Brittany's pussy. She felt Brittany's thigh trembling against her arm and the tightening of her inner walls started to slow her thrusts, she knew her wife was close.

"After you cum, I'm going to pull this dildo out of you and clean up the mess I'm making down there," she whispered into Brittany's ear, her hips working at a frantic pace, "I can hear how wet you are for me...listen Baby..."

The room was filled with the sound of wet slapping flesh and Brittany's moans and "fuck yeah's". Santana pulled back and brought her hand to the back of Brittany's bent leg, pushing it harder against her body as she got up onto her knees to get a better angle to pound into her wife. She thrust her hips steadily feeling Brittany get tighter and tighter until she screamed Santana's name and her entire body stiffened, back arching off the bed.

"Oh fuck...oh shit..." she repeated. Santana slowly removed the dildo from her lover, leaving a few soft kisses to her chest and arms before standing to remove the harness and crawling back onto the bed. She kissed over Brittany's thigh to her still pulsing pussy, kissing her outer lips and clit softly.

"Soft Baby," Brittany begged from above, her eyes watching Santana between her legs.

Santana licked up her slit, savoring the tangy taste of the girl's wetness. "All for me," she whispered as she continued devouring her pussy gently. Her tongue cirlced her entrance, finding even more wetness and pushed inside. She continued to lick at her inner walls, circling and curling her tongue deeper and deeper, her nose bumping her still pulsing clit.

"Baby," Brittany cooed, "so good...so good."

Santana hadn't purposely meant to arouse her wife again, she'd simply wanted to clean up the mess she made, but this was an added bonus. She continued her motions, quickly sending Brittany into a second orgasm, her inner walls fluttering around her trapped tongue as she came in her mouth.

"Mmmmm," she hummed, happily cleaning up this mess too.

Brittany's hands ran through her hair lovingly. "Come up here Baby," she begged, "I need you."

Santana obeyed and kissed her way up Brittany's body till they were face to face. She leaned forward connecting their lips. She knew Brittany could taste herself on her lips and tongue and it damn near made her wet all over again.

Brittany hummed against her mouth and pulled away with a wet smack. "My legs feel like Jello," she giggled.

"That," Santana pecked Brittany's lips again, "was totally worth picking up The Beast from the airport today."

They curled up together, mentally and physically spent. Santana buried her face in Brittany's neck, a hand moving up to cup one of her wife's small breasts. She ran her hand over the hard pink nipple so it tickled her palm.

Brittany sighed and settled in to sleep, her hand smoothing over her lover's lower back. Her hand suddenly stopped and her whole body tensed.

"Whats wrong Britt Britt?" Santana asked sleepily.

"I think I really did leave scratch marks on you," Brittany whispered, "I'm so sorry Baby. Does it hurt?"

Santana grinned against Brittany's skin. She felt the stinging scratches as soon as the sex adrenaline had died down but she didn't mind. It wasn't the first time and she hoped it wasn't the last. "Totally worth it Baby, I actually find it super sexy."

"Yeah?" Brittany questioned.

"Totally. My love scratches." Santana assured, kissing Brittany's side boob that her face was currently pressed against, "I kinda like 'em."

"I'll totally kiss 'em better in the morning. Will you let me?"

"I'd love that." Santana yawned and wrapped her leg around Brittany's, moving her body impossibly closer.

"And I love you," Brittany said through a yawn.

"Love you too, night Baby." Santana replied, her breath evened out as sleep took over.

The week that Abuela visited, Papa Lopez usually planned some fun family outings. One thing his mother enjoyed was seeing different parts of the beautiful states of Oregon and Washington while she was here. Both states were filled with lush greenery, endless forests and amazing state parks. Last visit, they'd taken her to Multnomah Falls and slowly but surely made it to the top with all the other hikers of all ages. The hike wasn't too long or too hard, most of it was even paved and the scenery was just gorgeous. This year amongst a few family dinners, a BBQ at Adam and Susie's, Cruz also planned a trip to Portland's Japanese Gardens that also included a traditional Japanese Tea Ceremony. Needless to say this was right up Abuela's alley and she had a wonderful time. The entire Lopez clan, the Pierce's and even Mercedes and Sam came along. They all thoroughly enjoyed themselves and there was so many of them that no one had to endure too much of Abuela alone. Plus, Abuela seemed to be so enthralled in the cultural activity she didn't have time to insult anyone.

On the way home the large group split into smaller groups and hopped into cars for the ride home. Somehow Abuela ended up in Santana and Brittany's minivan, along with Gabe, Stella, Sam and Mercedes. Santana drove and Brittany sat in the passenger seat following the caravan en route to their next destination, dinner at a local hot spot on Hawthorne near the girl's club called McMenamins. Stella and Santana were playfully arguing over who's wedding had been the best. Stella and Gabe had their wedding at a local winery just over a year ago. Abuela had been there and agreed that it had been classic and beautiful. The guests had mingled before the ceremony on the lush grounds encouraged to play yard games like croquette and horseshoes while enjoying the many varieties of wine and hors d'oeuvres offered. They even had a place by an old willow tree for guest to participate in a photo booth. They hung large distressed looking picture frames from the branches, painted in their wedding colors, baby blue and mint green, along with boxes filled with old costume jewelry, hats, scarves, glasses, etc, for guests to dress up in and take photos. Brittany and Santana agreed it was fun and pretty and all but, "boring," Santana said.

"It was not boring!" Stella reached over Santana's car seat and smacked the back of her head.

"Hey!" Santana laughed and rubbed at her head.

"Stella..." Brittany growled, "don't make me come back there." She menacingly pointed her finger in Stella's direction.

"Ok maybe boring isn't the right word..." Santana said, "Help me out here Britt..."

"Mmmm...Snobbish..." Brittany suggested.

"Closer," Santana encouraged.

"High-societly-like, country clubbish?"

"Sorta..."

"Snooty?"

"Yes!" Santana hollered, "exactly! Snooty!"

"Shut up you two!" Mercedes laughed from the very back row where she was wedged in between Abuela and Sam, "Gabe and Stella's wedding was fun and beautiful, we all had a good time and you know it."

"But our's was totally better," Brittany sing songed from the front seat, "we had the ocean as our backdrop and no one even had to wear shoes...it was magical..."

Santana and Brittany always knew they'd get married someday, they felt it was inevitable, the next step. They'd practically lived together since they were ten years old and knew they wanted to always be together but neither knew how to propose or who should be the one to do the proposing.

A few years after they'd opened the club, the girls decided to go on a much needed vacation. They decided on Maui and agreed to have Mike and Sam, with extra help from Finn, Kurt and Puck, if needed, take care of the club in their absence. Tina, Mercedes, Quinn and Rachel already jumped on the band wagon and invited themselves on the trip and soon all the Pierce's and the Lopez's decided to come too. The girls didn't mind but also wanted to make sure they had some alone time so they secretly set up a second week of vacation in a resort on another island, just the two of them.

"You know what Britt Britt," Santana said one night a few days before the trip, the couple layed in bed in the dark ready to go to sleep, "since pretty much everyone is already going to be there, maybe we should get married in Maui..."

Brittany smiled, "Santana Lopez did you just propose to me?"

"I think I did," Santana's hand found Brittany's between the sheets and entertwined their fingers together, "so? Will you? Will you marry me in Maui Baby?" The last question came out as a whisper as she ghosted her lips over Brittany's knuckles.

"I'd love to," Brittany's voice shook as tears threatened, "I want to be your wife more than anything."

"Me too," Santana moved forward and kissed her fiance's lips softly.

"Do you think we can plan a wedding, get rings and everything in just a few days?" Brittany asked, her hands pulling her fiance closer to her body in their bed.

"Well..." Santana sat up and switched on the lamp on the bedside table.

Brittany blinked rapidly trying to get used to the sudden light. "Babe what are you doing?"

Santana bent over, bare ass in the air as she rummaged around for something under the bed. She pulled out an old shoe box and set it on her lap. She looked over at Brittany, grinning like a cheshire cat, dimples on full display.

"Whatcha got there?" Brittany grinned back at her. The old shoe box held a ton of sentimental value. It was an old converse box, size 7.5, but it was the box from Santana's first pair of converse. When they first met that is all Brittany would wear and Santana borrowed a pair one day and fell in love with them too. So, a few months later on Santana's eleventh birthday, the first birthday they celebrated together, Brittany got Santana her very own pair of converse. This precious box held all kinds of memories and precious mementos, like the tickets from the first movie they'd gone to together and the ride bracelets they'd gotten at the first fair they'd attended together and many, many others.

Santana opened the shoe box and pulled out a small, black velvet box. Brittany gasped, "Baby!"

"So, a few months ago," Santana quickly set the shoe box onto the floor and scooted closer to Brittany on the bed, "when I went with Papa to get Mommy her anniversary gift, I came across this ring." She smiled sheepishly at her girl, nervously running her fingers over the soft velvet box clasped in her hands.

"And right when I saw it, I just knew," Santana looked down, tears filling her eyes and a lump formed in her throat. She cleared her throat and swallowed, cocking her head to the side and looking into Brittany's baby blues. Her lower lip trembled and the tears she was trying to keep in started to stream down her face. She smiled at her beautiful girl and her beautiful girl smiled right back, her eyes glistening with tears as well. She didn't need to hide anything from Brittany, certainly not happy tears.

"I love you Britt, you complete my thoughts, you fill this rotten, stinking world with joy, and you even, most times, complete my sentences," she held out the box and Brittany took it willingly.

Brittany sniffled, her own tears wetting her pink cheeks as she looked down at the little black box.

"Open it Baby," Santana whispered.

Brittany nodded and slowly lifted the lid. "Santana," she gasped looking down at the two matching, simple white gold rings, each twisted to form a sort of pretzel-like heart outlined in tiny, shining diamonds, "oh my goodness Baby, they're beautiful. Just perfect."

"I thought that we should have matching ones, I thought they were so pretty and so simple and I wanted us to match. Is that ok? Do you like them?" Santana searched her lover's eyes.

"Baby, they're perfect," Brittany's eyes filled with fresh tears, "I love everything about this. This whole spontaneous proposal and wedding planning and the fact that you had these...Baby c'mere...I need you in my arms!" Santana sprang forward into Brittany's arms, kissing at her wet cheeks and Brittany kissing at her's till they were crying, giggling messes.

"We're gonna get married." Santana stated, her forehead pressed against her Brittany's.

"Yeah," Brittany agreed.

Santana sat back just enough to grab the ring box again. She slowly took out Brittany's ring and looked into her fiance's eyes. Brittany held out her shaky hand as Santana slipped it onto her finger, breathng a sigh of relief as it fit perfectly.

"My turn," Brittany insisted taking the ring box from Santana. She held her hand out. Brittany kissed her finger before slipping the ring on, her smile huge, pearly white teeth on full display.

Santana looked down at their hands, her heart beating fast, full of love and excitement. "My original plan was to ask you in Hawaii."

"Yeah?" Brittany asked, also staring at their hands.

"But this is going to be so much better."

They agreed to keep everything a secret until the very day of the wedding. Taking the rings off and putting them back in the box was torture but they both wanted to plan and execute their wedding just how they wanted, with no outside help or suggestions. They feared their mothers and sisters would take command and their wishes would get lost in the shuffle. The next day Brittany called the resort and got the ball rolling. They wanted a simple wedding on the beach, bare feet in the sand and flowers in their hair, surrounded by the people they loved, that's all.

The day of the wedding the girls planned a snorkeling trip for all their friends and family. They all met in the lobby of the resort early in the morning and spent a wonderful three hour adventure together. Afterwards Santana and Brittany told everyone they had two hours to get gussied up and meet them back down in the lobby for another surprise. The girls rushed upstairs, giggling at their secret and helped each other get ready for their own wedding. Sure it was untraditional, but not much about their lives and relationship was traditional and that's how they preferred it. Prior to leaving for the trip the couple went dress shopping together, again completely untraditional, but again they trusted the other's opinion above anyone else's. They both agreed they wanted to wear white, each choosing a dress that best fit their likes and personalities. Brittany's dress was long and white, fitted at the top, free flowing at the waist and stopped just a little above her ankles. The halter bodice had dainty bead work around the tops of her breasts and around the piece that fit behind her neck.

Santana fastened the back for her, kissing her neck and whispering, "you look like an Angel."

Brittany blushed, biting her bottom lip as they looked straight ahead into the mirror in front of them. "Thanks Baby."

Santana turned so Brittany could zip her dress, holding her dark hair up and out of the way. Santana's dress was shorter, falling a bit above her knees and flowed a little longer in the back forming a train of sorts, but did not hang all the way to the ground by any means. The top of the dress hooked only over one shoulder and showed just the right amount of her amazing cleavage, enough to tease but not cause Brittany to melt into a horny puddle of goo at the sight. A sunny yellow sash tied around her waist finishing in a small bow at her back flowed down against the train of the dress.

They helped each other do their hair, sharing loving kisses and giggles, talking about how everyone was going to either be totally mad at them or crying messes in a few short moments when they gathered downstairs. Brittany's hair was up in a high bun, her bangs straight and framing her face. Santana carefully added sprigs of babies breath around the bun and carefully tucked a yellow and white daisy in the front off the the side a bit, to match the sash of her own dress. They had decided to add a touch of yellow to their day in honor of Woo Woo. He couldn't travel all the way to Maui to be there so they added the same yellow as the paint of his happy home to this special occasion. Santana's hair was parted to the side and down, hanging in soft curls. Brittany gently clipped one side behind her cute, little ear and then bobby pinned a yellow and white daisy just above the same ear. She held her fiance at arms length, looking her up and down, "dear Lord your beautiful," she breathed, "I can't wait to officially call you my wife."

It was Santana's turn to blush, a burst of emotion causing a lump in her throat at Brittany's words. She felt the same but could not voice it at the moment. She didn't have to, Brittany knew. She pulled Santana close and placed a soft kiss to her mouth, careful not to mess up the light makeup they'd already applied.

Santana grasped the ring box in one hand tightly, Brittany's hand in the other as they made their way to the lobby. They made sure to be a few minutes late, they definitely wanted to make an entrance. The first person Santana saw was her mother. Mari Lopez turned as she heard the ding of the elevator, fully prepared to chew out her daughter and Brittany for being late, probably having sex, again, and making them all wait. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight in front of her, her beautiful baby girl walking hand in hand with the love of her life, both dressed in wedding white with flowers in their hair, feet bare. Her eyes instantly filled with tears.

Santana could not look away from her mom, watching every emotion as it played across her features. She felt tears well in her eyes, praying no one would be angry with them for keeping this secret. She looked at Brittany who had a wide grin on her face as her eyes looked from one stunned person to the other.

They heard Tina's voice, "Holy shit!"

Quinn crossed her arms and scowled, "Bitches."

Rachel repeated, "oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh..."

Seiger was the first to approach them both, she grinned at them, eyes shining with pure joy and grabbed them both into a group hug. "You sneaky assholes!" As if on cue, everyone else erupted into chaotic rampages; tears, questions, anger, joy, more anger, more questions, happiness, and some still in stunned silence, followed. Brittany whistled loudly to get everyone's attention.

After the girls explained how this all came to be, everyone seemed to accept it and followed them outside to the beach. The local photographer stood by as the officiator set everyone up for the ceremony. Brittany and Santana stood away from group with their father's on either side of them.

"I can't believe you two," Cruz smiled, "always surprising us."

"I remember how worried we were when you started highschool and we thought you'd grow apart," Adam added, "boy were we wrong." Her looked at his girls and his lower lip trembled, his emotions getting the best of him.

"I told you then and I'll tell you now Daddio," Santana swallowed thickly and hugged Adam around the middle, "now don't make me cry already," she chastized, "why the Hell would I need to explore when I am already perfectly happy and in love."

"I know, I know," Adam hugged her back, kissing her temple, "I apologize now for ever doubting."

The officiator staggered the group into two lines forming a v shape of bodies, making a wide path for the fathers to lead their daughters in a small wedding march, the gorgeous Pacific Ocean as the backdrop. There was no specific side to stand on, at the girls' request, they just wanted each side as equal as possible, lenght wise. Susie and Mari held hands standing together next to the officiator watching as their husbands lead there babies down the path, both mothers had tears flowing down their faces already. Santana and Brittany were the first of their daughters to get married and while both mom's were a bit shocked by the secret, neither were surprised. These two had practically acted like a married couple from the first day they'd met, this made sense for their girls.

Both fathers kissed their daughters and handed their girls over to each other and took their places beside their wives. The officiator introduced himself and began the ceremony, the photographer clicked pictures furiously, not only of the happy couple but also of all the guests, again at Brittany and Santana's request. Brittany held tightly to her girl's hand, barely listening to the officiator as her eyes wandered all over her angelic bride. She squeezed Santana's sweaty hand to get her attention.

Santana looked nervous as she met Brittany's eyes. Brittany cocked her head to the side and mouthed, "Hey."

Santana instantly grinned, butterflies fluttering furiously in her tummy. "Hi," she mouthed back. She wasn't nervous to marry Brittany, she was nervous about saying her vows in front of everyone. There was a significant difference pouring her heart out to Brittany when it was just the two of them but baring her soul in front of the world was a totally different story.

The officiator asked for the rings and with a shaky hand Santana placed the box onto his upturned palm. He handed each girl the other's ring and told them the rest was up to them, as he stepped back to give them the floor. They'd originally argued about who would say their vows first, both wanting to go first fearing whoever went first would make the other cry, thus making it more difficult for whoever went second. Brittany suggested they play rock, paper, scissors. Santana agreed after giggling out a, "wanky", because, well, scissors reminded her of scissoring. Santana won choosing scissors all three times, while Brittany's did paper, all three times. Santana had celebrated with several "yes's", fist pumping, followed by a butt wiggling happy dance. Thinking back on it now, Santana is positive Brittany let her win. Brittany hadn't protested at all, she'd just smiled at her silly fiance enjoying the celebratory butt wiggling.

Santana cocked her head to the side and looked deep into Brittany's eyes. "You let me when didn't you?" Santana asked out loud.

Brittany knew exactly what she was talking about. She just grinned bigger and shrugged her shoulder's, "Maybe..."

Santana shook her head at her conniving best friend. The crowd had no idea what the two were talking about and looked around at one another questioningly. They weren't fazed though, they often had no idea what Brittany and Santana were talking about.

Santana smirked and reached into her cleavage, pulling out a small folded piece of paper, winking sneakily. Brittany's eyes widened and she suddenly hooked her finger in the front of Santana's dress taking a peek into her boobs to see if anything else was in there. The crowd of family and friends erupted into a giggles, some clearing their throats awkwardly to keep from laughing.

"Just checking," Brittany winked back at her girl.

Santana rolled her eyes playfully as she unfolded the piece of paper and cleared her throat, "I didn't want to forget anything," she told Brittany, indicating the paper in her shaky hands. "To say you complete me, while extremely sweet and cheesy, is also 100% true. Where I am hard, you are soft. When I feel sad, you cheer me up and when you are sad, I cheer you up. We're partners in crime, always. When I forget something, you are there to remind me."

"A long time ago, when we were just starting highschool our parents sat us down for a talk. They were worried that we would grow apart as we got older. They told us we'd get new interests and meet new people and that was ok, it was natural. They encouraged us to explore and live, even if that meant that our relationship would change. I had never hated them more than in that moment."

Brittany giggled, nodding her head, she remembered it all, especially how angry Santana had been that day, and how angry she herself had been that day.

Santana continued, "I yelled at our parents, 'what do you mean, see what's out there? Why the Hell would I need to explore when I am perfectly happy and in love'. Truthfully they had opened up a huge can of doubt in my mind and soul, and I was nervous. Would we make it? Would someone else suit you better? I couldn't even think about it without feeling sick to my stomach. Do you remember what you said Britt?" she brought Brittany's hand to her lips and kissed it softly.

Brittany's eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she nodded and spoke through her emotions, "I grabbed your hand and told them, 'most people look their whole lives for their person and Santana and I were lucky enough to find each other really young. Why would we want to give that up?'." Brittany leaned forward and kissed Santana's wet cheek, "And I meant every word."

Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck, holding her close, her tears free flowing now. "Me too Britt. I love you so much." She pulled back and continued, "We did learn quite a bit in highschool, right Britt? " She winked and wiped carefully under her wet eyes.

"We learned that Mr. Kidney, the janitor, never locked his supply closet, which gave us the perfect place to get our mack on away from prying eyes."

Quinn, Mercedes, Rachel, Tina and many others groaned at the memory.

"We learned that having P.E. as the last class of the day was awesome, especially when everyone left and we had the whole locker room to shower together and fool around in," Santana wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Brittany threw her head back and laughed at the amazing memories.

"We learned that lockers 13 and 14 were the best in the hallway and super close to Mr. Kidney's closet. But to me the most important lesson I learned was trust. See, even though I knew you were my one and only, I still, deep down in my hormonal teenage soul, sometimes feared I wasn't enough for you. When fucking Artie started to be such a pest, following you around and asking you out like every single day, even though he knew, Hell the whole school knew, we were together, I got really angry and insecure. You were always so sweet and nice to him and it made me so confused and angry, but only because I was jealous and unsure. We argued about the situation and I accused you of leading him on and I will never forget the hurt look on your face. I couldn't believe that I caused that look and," Santana choked out a sob, "I felt so ashamed." She paused sniffling and choking back another sob at the awful memory.

"You calmly wiped the tears from under your eyes as you told me that you felt bad for Artie, not just because he was in a wheel chair, but because he most likely always heard the word no. You told me you were just trying to let him down easy without totally crushing him. Your heart is so pure Baby and you see and respond to everything and everyone with such care. I fell in love with you even more that night and you know why? Because we didn't walk away angry and hurt. We sat together and talked everything through. We told each other how we felt and came up with a way to make things right again. I didn't think it was even possible to love you more, but I did and I do, every day. I vowed to never, ever doubt you again. I trust you with my life, my heart and my soul Baby. I am yours."

She lifted Brittany's hand, slowing placing the ring onto her finger. "I promise to always be the ying to your yang and the peanut butter to your jelly. I'll always try to talk to you before I react and if I forget I promise to apologize once I cool down and realize how wrong I was. I will always cover you up when you fall asleep on the sofa and leave you notes when I have to run an errand while you are at dance practice. I could go on and on but I won't, I'll let you fill in the rest ok? Basically I will always be there, no matter what, proudly so." She leaned forward pressing her lips to Brittany's despite the protests from the crowd that it was not time for that yet. Santana didn't care, neither did Brittany, she kissed back eagerly.

Brittany pulled back, looking deep into Santana's eyes. She pecked her red lips one more time before pulling back all together. "I guess it's my turn," she grinned, nervously swinging their clasped hands back and forth between them, "I didn't write anything down so I'm probably going to ramble. If I'd known I could store notes in your boobs I totally would've though." She snuck another peek at Santana's cleavage.

The crowd snickered and Santana giggled.

"The day we met, you gave me your hand to keep me from fidgeting and making our awful teacher angry. You didn't know me. You didn't know about my ADHD, but you still tried to protect me. That meant so much to me and I never wanted to let go of your hand, ever. It was more like you gave me your heart that day because I'm pretty sure we've been together ever since," Brittany grinned at the beautiful woman in front of her.

"I've never wanted anyone else Baby. I never will, just you," her lower lip quivered as another rush of emotions hit her, "There is not much in our relationship that I regret or would like to go back and change except for that incident in highschool. I'm not talking about me knocking Artie and his wheelchair to the floor after her cornered you in the hall, nope, I'd totally do that again..."

More snickers from the crowd.

"...I'm talking about the fact that I let myself be more worried about his feelings over your's. Sure, he got told no a lot but he needed to be told no a lot and I should have put him in his place from the start. I should've protected your heart and feelings first and I will always regret that."

"Baby..." Santana whispered, but Brittany silenced her with a kiss.

"I love you Santana, I love you more than I have ever loved anything in this entire world," Brittany told her, "I love your hands and your cute little ears. I love your dimples and your awesome, soft, comfy boobs."

More giggles from the crowd and a blush from her love.

"I love how your armpits smell after you work out and I love how the heels of your feet get a bit dry and scratchy in the summertime when you wear flip flops all the time. And I really, really love..." Brittany stopped and looked around at their friends and family. She grinned evily then bent over and whispered into Santana's ear, so no one else could hear..."And I really, really love when we lay in bed naked, feeling your skin against mine, and I find that really soft spot in your pussy, just above your clit and just feel it with my fingers. And I love when you tickle your palm over my nipples when we talk in bed. And I love how much you trust me during sex and I love when you take me however you want me, so sexy..." Brittany's hands found Santana's waist as she continued to ramble whisper seductively in her soon-to-be-wife's ear... "I love how your legs tremble when I slowly kiss your inner thighs and I love the taste of you right after you cum around my tongue, in my mouth..." Brittany's hands moved higher till she could run her thumbs against Santana's underboobs.

"Shit Britt," Santana whispered, eyes closed as she felt Brittany's breath on her skin and her sinful words in her ear, her arousal peaking, almost forgetting they weren't alone. She was in awe how one second Brittany had her in tears and the next she has her ruining her panties.

"Someone stop them," Sugar whispered, "they'll totally have sex right here, I swear to God, someone better stop them."

Mercedes giggled. Quinn groaned. Rachel gasped, hand covering her gawking mouth.

"Girls," Cruz stage whispered, "Brittany!"

"Save it for the honeymoon!" Symone finally yelled.

Brittany pulled back and winked teasingly at their guests. "Sorry not sorry. So, where was I? Oh yeah, so Baby, I love your bark and your bite." She wiggled her eyebrows at her very stunned, very aroused fiance, "to be continued."

Santana fanned herself and scowled at her teasing lover.

Brittany reached for Santana's hands again, kissing them sweetly and holding them against her chest. "I can't get enough of you, totally apparent I know and I am proud of it. I want you forever. I want us forever. I promise to always rub your tummy when it hurts. I promise to tell you all my secret and big ideas. I promise to be your partner in crime and lover, your best friend and protector. Your heart is mine and my heart is yours. I am so excited to be your wife." Her voice broke as she said the word wife, she bit her bottom lip as tears escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She took Santana's ring and carefully slipped it onto her finger, kissing it softly.

Santana surged forward and connected their lips. Brittany hugged her closer and deepened it. After a few minutes, the officiator cleared his throat behind them.

They reluctantly pulled away, sharing a few extra pecks first before turning their attention to their officiator.

"Congratulations," he offered, "you're connected for life. Go forth and conquer! You may now kiss your brides again!"

And they did.

After the ceremony they treated their guests to a Luau. There was great food, drinks, hula dancing and even fire dancing, which was Brittany's favorite part. She talked endlessly about it and even wanted to find a way to incorporate it into their burlesque nights. Santana said she'd look into it but they couldn't afford the insurance for it.

The luau led to a backwards bachelorette party. Their friends, sisters and mothers complained so much about them depriving them of all the traditional pre-wedding fun, that they finally gave in and pulled an all nighter, trying to fit as much in as possible. They hit up the hotel bar for some drinks and dancing before heading out to the beach. Everyone was tipsy and made both girls agree to do the traditional garder removal and toss, as well as the boquet toss. They argued that they didn't have garders or boquets, so Quinn and Rachel quickly and drunkenly made them boquets out of some sea weed, and stolen hotel flowers pulled right out of the ground. Stella and Christina ran around trying to find garders, even knocking on the hotel's wedding suites to borrow one until one of the hotel guests called the front desk. The girls ran out of the hotel and back to the beach, giggling all the way. Sugar decided they should just remove each other's panties, since they were going to later anyway. Brittany and Santana liked that idea and happily did as they were told, with their teeth.

Once the panties were off and thrown and caught, well, landed on Mercedes' head, the rest of the clothing followed and they ran into the ocean waves. Mercedes fell onto the sand, she was laughing so hard. Quinn and Rachel stripped off next and joined the happy couple, followed by Sugar, Tina, Symone, Seiger, Stella, Christina and Stevie. Mari, Susie and Mercedes sat in the sand laughing their asses off at the naked jay birds in the waves. Cruz and Adam had left them all to it hours ago. Suddenly, very wet and very naked ladies were standing right beside them, grinning evily. Stevie, Christina and Santana decided everyone needed to be naked and in the water.

"No way Jose," Mari started backing away on her hiney.

"I-I-I-I," Susie stammered for a minute, then stopped. "The Hell with it!" she stood and started stripping.

"Hell to the no!" Mercedes crossed her arms over her ample bosom.

"My wedding day, my rules," Santana announced as they all pounced on Mari and Mercedes ripping them from their clothes and chasing them into the water with everyone else.

The impromtu sunset skinning dipping session halted when an elderly couple on an early morning walk caught them. The girls ran screaming and giggling from the waves hands trying to cover their unclothed naughty bits, grabbing their discarded clothes from the sand and rushing up to Santana and Brittany's room. Out of breath and mostly still nude, the ladies collapsed on any surface available in the girls' room. Brittany and Santana cuddled together, sandwiched between their mommies on the bed, while Sugar spooned behind Mama Pierce. Quinn, Rachel, Seiger and Stevie snuggled on the sofa. Stella laid sideways on the chair, feet dangling. Mercedes, Tina, Symone, and Christina grabbed pillows and blankets and sprawled across the plush carpeting.

"I can't believe you too," Mari smoothed her baby girls hair and kissed her temple, "but I am so happy."

"Me too Mommy." Santana turned her head and puckered her lips. Mari leaned forward, smooching her daughter. "I love you Santana."

"I love you too Mommy."

Everyone napped for a few hours unti Cruz and Adam knocked loudly on the door, insisting all the heathens join them for breakfast before their flights home. Santana and Brittany didn't have a traditional wedding night sex-a-thon, but that was ok. They spent their wedding night with the people they loved most being crazy, it was perfect. They shared a nice breakfast before saying their goodbyes. With hardley any sleep, they boarded the flight to their next island adventure and week long honeymoon sex-a-thon, hand in hand as wives.

"Fire dancers! Did you have fire dancers?" Brittany asked Gabe and Stella.

"And skinny dipping Britt, don't forget the skinny dipping!" Santana giggled.

Everyone was in stitches, reminiscing about the two weddings. The banter remained playful and all in good fun, until Abuela had to open her mouth and put in her two cents.

"At least Gabe and Stella's wedding was real," she said.

The car went silent.

"What do you mean?" Santana asked, "our wedding was real too, we're legally married."

"Not in God's eyes," Abuela insisted, "the church does not condone same-sex marriage and you know it."

Santana was ready to blow her top. She gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles bone white and willed her mouth to remain closed.

"Abuela-" Stella began, but Brittany beat her to it.

"We may not be married in the eyes of your God, but we are in the eyes of the God I believe in," Brittany began, her voice soft, yet strong, "God, Jesus, Allah, Odom, Mother Earth, Buddah, Father Time, whatever or whoever is out there, I like to think they're like my Grandpa Woo Woo; strong, caring, loving and welcoming. The kind of soul that would never turn away another in need, but would just as quickly grab you by the collar and let you know when you're doing something wrong. A soul that would lead and guide you as much as possible before letting you go, trusting you'll find your way. I'm a lot like my grandpa, proud of it, and I'm going to be honest with you right now Abuela. You may disagree with how my wife and I choose to live our lives, but I am from now on forbidding you to disrespect and belittle our love. I love Santana with all my heart and I always will. Nothing you can do or say will ever change how I feel. So please, from now on, I want you to keep your simple minded views and unkind words to yourself or this will be the last visit you will see us. Do I make myself clear?" Brittany shakily wiped the tears from under her eyes and leaned over pressing a kiss to Santana's equally wet cheek. "I love you Baby, so much, and don't you ever take any of what she says to heart."

"I love you too B," Santana wiped her cheeks on her shirt sleeve, "you're my hero, you know that."

Brittany smiled and leaned across the center console again and kissed her wife's cheek. Abuela cleared her throat and simply remained quiet for the rest of the drive to the restaurant.

Gabe and Sam took one for the team and lead Abuela into the restaurant for dinner while the girls stayed by the van. "I'm not hungry. I want to go home Baby," Brittany whispered into Santana's ear, "I don't want to be near that awful woman anymore today, please." The couple had embraced each other the minute they exited the minivan.

"Me neither B," Santana nodded, smoothing the back of Brittany's head, holding her close.

Santana turned to Stella and Mercedes, keeping Brittany pressed against her. "We're gonna head home ok. Can you let everyone know for us? Just tell them we weren't hungry or something."

Stella nodded, embracing Brittany and Santana, kissing their lips and foreheads. "I love you both. She'll be gone soon ok. And B, you are awesome, I couldn't have said it better myself."

Brittany shrugged, "Well she already pretty much hates me so I figured why not. I just couldn't keep quiet anymore you know? Plus, I could see that Santana was about to explode and she was driving and I didn't want us all to crash and die. I just hope Papa won't be disappointed in me. I'm sure he'll get the brunt of it from her."

"Papa will be fine and if not he can go to Hell too," Santana said, "I'm tired of pretending, keeping quiet and being forced to be around that awful woman. I'm not doing it anymore. Brittz and I are out."

"Santana-" Stella started, but Santana interrupted her.

"No Stella," Santana insisted, " .Done."

Stella nodded, "Ok, I get it, I really do. I don't like it either."

Mercedes side hugged Brittany and Santana placing kisses to their temples before her and Stella turned to go inside.

"Hey guys," Santana stopped them, "take the van," she handed the keys to her sister, "make sure everyone gets home ok. Britt and I will walk home."

"Sure thing," Mercedes took the keys, squeezing Santana's hand lovingly, "I'll drop it off tomorrow morning on my way to work ok. I'll catch a ride home after work with one of my sisters. See you tomorrow."

"Good night. See you tomorrow." Santana waved.

"Night," Brittany called, grasping her wife's hand and leading her towards home.

"Movie night?" Santana pulled Brittany closer till she could wrap her arm around her waist, "the boys can take care of the club tonight without us, they were going to anyways."

"Pizza and cuddles?" Brittany offered.

"Perfect." Santana sighed happily.

Santana tried to ignore her father's calls all day, her mother's too, and Mama and Daddio Pierce's as well. She still felt angry at Abuela and the whole situation that happened in the van and didn't want to deal with the aftermath from the parents. Brittany hugged around her waist from behind, peeking over her shoulder at the vibrating phone. She kissed her wife's neck and calmly took the phone from her hand and answered it.

Santana tried to walk away but Brittany held her tighter. "Hey Papa, it's Britt, can you hold on for just a sec?"

She held the phone against Santana's chest, so Cruz couldn't hear them. "Babe, I know you don't want to talk to him right now and you don't have to ok. I'm the one that told Abuela off, I'll deal with whatever he wants to say ok."

"Britt," Santana tried to protest, but Brittany quickly kissed her lips and quieted her.

"Shhhh, I got this." She put the phone back to her ear, with her arms still tight around her girl.

Santana leaned back against her and listened. She could hear her dad's voice calming talking to Brittany but couldn't quite make out what he was saying.

Brittany listened till it was her turn to talk. "Listen Papa, what she said was not ok and I had to step in. She can't treat us like that and if she continues to then while she is here we will make sure to stay away. Maybe we can start planning get aways, just me and Santana, when she comes to visit. It would probably be fine with her too."

Santana reached up and held onto the arm Brittany had across her waist. She brushed her fingers against the soft skin and fine, nearly invisible arm hairs, soft like peach fuzz.

"I don't know if that's a good idea Papa," Brittany said, "I'll ask her, hold on." She held the phone at her side and placed a few kisses against Santana's cheek. "They want us to come over for dinner still. He said it's her last night here and he wants his family together. He said family dinner is tradition and he expects us to respect that and be there."

Santana huffed. "I don't know B. I know she's leaving and this is the last time we'll have to be around her but I don't know what I'll do if she says anything. I'll snap."

"Then snap Honey," Brittany kissed her cheek again, "and I'll be there to back you up and then we'll leave. We'll go and be respectful as long as she is respectful to us ok. We are adults and so is she."

"Ok B, tell him we'll be there, but this better not mess up my mood before tonight's match. I'm still pissed off about the loss we suffered when we were out because of my stupid period!"

"If anything, dinner with Abuela will just make you more fiesty Boo. And I like you fiesty!" she slapped Santana's bum as she scurried away to get ready for dinner, quickly telling Cruz they were on their way.

They changed quickly, grabbed their Derby gear and headed over to Casa de Lopez.

Abuela smiled watching as Gabe pressed a quick kiss to Stella's awaiting lips as he got up from the dinner table, politely excusing himself to head into work for his night shift at the zoo. They had a pregnant elephant ready to pop and tonight was his turn to keep the night watch over her. Everyone wished Gabe goodnight's and goodbye's loudly as usual and he stopped to kiss Mama Pierce's and Mommy Lopez's cheeks on his way to the door. Abuela beamed at him and told Stella how lucky she was and how proud she was that she'd found such a wonderful husband to take care of her. Stella smiled a polite, tight lipped smile at her grandmother's words, muttering a "thank you", though she really wanted to tell her that she didn't need anyone to take care of her, that her and Gabe loved each other and took care of each other, but she held her tongue. Stevie reached for Stella's hand under the table and squeezed gently, letter her know everyone knew she was holding back and appreciated it.

A few minutes later, Santana stood to get herself some more lemonade from the kitchen. She kissed the top of Brittany's head sweetly asking if she wanted more too. Abuela scowled. Brittany smiled up at Santana and told her, "no thanks, I'm good" and puckered for a kiss. Santana obliged and pecked her wife's lips before turning towards the kitchen.

"I would really appreciate it if you did not force me to watch your sinfulness, especially at the dinner table. I have now lost my appetite," The Beast growled and placed her napkin over her half eaten plate of food. Santana turned and stared at the older woman, red faced, her hand gripped the empty glass of lemonade so hard she wondered if it would break. She felt Brittany place her hand against her arm gently and whisper, "don't listen to her Baby, just go get your drink." Santana huffed but turned around again and entered the kitchen. She placed her glass on the counter top, hands shaking with rage, tears stinging her eyes, oh how she hated that woman. She was never going to change.

"Mother," Santana heard her father's voice, "Santana and Brittany are married, just as Gabe and Stella are. My children may kiss and hug their spouses, each other and their parents any time and anywhere they choose. I'm sorry you lost your appetite because this dinner is delicious and you will be missing out. If you are finished I will gladly escort you upstairs to your room for the evening."

Santana felt a new kind of tears fill her eyes, tears of love for her father and his beliefs and for him standing up for what he has taught his children even in the face of further angering The Beast.

Abuela stood, her chair scraping harshly against the wood floor. "I did not raise you to talk to me like this, to be like this, to raise your children like this. It's disgusting and sinful!"

"No you did not raise me like this,but I wish you had," Cruz stood facing his mother, "but thank God I learned to stand up for myself and what's right! My family, my children, everyone you see at this table are my world. We all love and respect each other no matter what! I'm just sorry I've made them suffer by being in your presence. None of us are really ourselves and comfortable when you're here and I apologize for not saying something sooner, for year after year of making them all put their lives on hold to be here with you. I'd just hoped..."his voice broke, he cleared his throat to continue, "...I'd hoped that maybe someday your heart would soften and your mind would open and you'd just love us for who we are. Mom, truth is I lost you a long time ago. I wanted you back, but not like this. You still cannot accept me for me and I will not change, and obviously neither will you. I can see that now. I'd really like for this to be your last visit. Good night Mother."

"I can see myself to my room," Abuela turned for the stairs, her sensible heels clicked across the floor.

"As you wish, sleep well," Cruz sat back down and held his head in his hands.

Santana returned to the dining room and took her seat beside Brittany. "Papa," she whispered.

Cruz looked up and into her baby girl's dark brown eyes, so much like his own.

"Thank you Papa," she let out a sob and immediately turned to Brittany, who already had her arms open for her.

Cruz got up from the table and picked Santana and Brittany up into a crushing bear hug. "Don't you listen to a word she ever says and just forget everything you've already had to suffer through. The only reason I let her come here was in hopes that she would see how happy we all are and be happy for us, if not with us. I really wanted my kids to have a loving grandparent but she wasn't even a loving mother, I messed up letting her come here. I'm so sorry. I wish I had stopped all this sooner."

"We do have a loving grandparent Papa," Santana assured him, "we have Woo Woo. He loves all of us."

"That he does," Cruz agreed and let the girls sit as he returned to his seat. Mari instantly hugged him close and kissed his wet cheeks, whispering sweet words in his ear. The silence at the table was deafening and unheard of at the Lopez-Pierce family dinners, not even the sound of silverware on plates could be heard. No one spoke or ate.

Brittany broke the silence, "I really hoped her heart would open too Papa. I never looked forward to her visits but I always tried to believe that this time she'd be better. I'd hoped we'd rub off on her, not just for mine and Santana's sake but for you Papa. I wanted you to have a mother again." Her chin quivered and tears squeezed from her closed eyes.

"Hey," Cruz cooed from across the table, "B, look at me."

She opened her eyes and sniffled. Santana gently used a napkin to wipe the tears from her wifes cheeks.

"Britt," Cruz smiled, "honestly, I'd love to have a mother again, but the truth is, she's always been this way. She was never warm or affectionate. I like what I have, here and now. I don't need a mother like that. Right?"

Brittany nodded and smiled in understanding.

"So no more Abuela visits? For real?" Seiger asked still sceptical.

Cruz shook his head, "No, I will make sure she knows I was serious. This will be the last time she is welcome in our home."

"Is it terrible that I totally want to do a happy dance right now?" Seiger grinned, throwing her arms around Sugar and Mama Pierce sitting beside her.

Cruz laughed out loud, oh how he loved his family. Everyone joined the laughter and slowly began to eat again, talking quietly amongst themselved, the tension broken or at least lessened for the time being.

Christina leaned over and kissed Santana's shoulder to get her attention. Once Santana turned to look at her sister-in-law, Christina pulled her in for a smooch on the lips and a quick hug before they both picked up their utensils to finish their meal.

Santana had kept her cool at dinner, she was proud of herself, she was proud of Brittany, but tonight she was especially proud of her Papa. They said good night, with lots of extra hugs and kisses, then headed to The Track.

Word spread like wild fire through the team about the incident in the minivan. Mercedes called Quinn right away after she'd gotten home that night, who had to tell her girlfriend Rachel. Rachel and Quinn just happened to be out with Tina and Artie, so of course they were told and Sugar, Symone, Christina, Seiger, and Stevie had cornered Stella and Mercedes after dinner to get the scoop. It all came full circle, like always. Needless to say the team waited on pins and needles in the locker room. Brittany and Santana would be there any minute and they had no idea what kind of moods the two would to be in. They knew Santana was still really upset about her and Brittany missing the last match because of her period, which they'd lost, and to top it all off it was Abuela week, and supposedly the worst one yet.

They certainly did not expect to see a smiling Santana, hand in hand with Brittany, followed by a giggling Sugar. "Hi everyone," Brittany greeted with a beaming smile and sat next to Tina to pull on her knee pads and skates. Santana tossed their bags into a locker, closing it and taking a seat next to Mercedes to gear up as well.

The rest of the team watched them suspiciously. Finally Quinn couldn't hold back any longer. "So?"

"So what?" Brittany looked up innocently.

"It was Abuela week, spill it."

Santana smirked and stood on her skates facing her team. "I'm sure you've all heard about the minivan debacle, thanks to the lovely Mercedes, am I right?"

Murmurs of, "yes's", "yeah's" and "uh huh's" followed.

"I heard B totally told The Beast where to go," Tina smiled patting Brittany on the back proudly.

Brittany blushed, "I just couldn't sit there and listen to her disrespect me and my wife anymore."

"It was awesome guys!" Santana gushed, "Britt is totally my hero! Well, she always was but ..." she skated over and sat in her girl's lap, "she totally told Abuela that she wasn't allowed to open her mouth in our presense unless it was something nice. So The Beast didn't say a word the rest of the drive." Santana pecked Brittany's lips and her pink, blushing cheeks.

"We weren't going to go to family dinner," Brittany started, her hands smoothing up Santana's thigh and patting her bum as she held her on her lap. The room gasped because Pierce Lopez family dinners were law, you didn't just not go.

"But Papa called and basically made us, so we decided that if Abuela said one derogatory thing to or about us," Santana said, looking around the room at their friends, "that we would leave."

"No more in one ear and out the other," Brittany smiled at her wife.

Santana shook her head, eyes looking into Brittany's. "Nope."

"Well you seemed awfully happy walking in here, so I take it dinner went ok?" Rachel asked.

"Ha!" Sugar cried, "Not even! That woman, she-she-she-"

"She spouted off," Brittany finished softly, not wanting to repeat horrible Abuela's words, "I was two seconds away from grabbing Santana and leaving, but hesitated to get myself calm."

"I'd left the dining room to get more lemonade from the kitchen and to cool down a bit when I heard Papa's voice." Santana rubbed her nose with Brittany's for a sweet Eskimo kiss, making her smile.

"It was awesome," Sugar smiled, "Papa L totally told The Beast that he loved us all just the way we are and if Abuela didn't like it she could fuck off!"

'What!?" Mercedes exclaimed.

Santana and Brittany laughed. "Not exactly in those words," Brittany corrected, "but that was the jist, he told her if she couldn't love us all for who we were she couldn't visit anymore."

"Really?" Tina asked, "So no more Abuela week?"

"Right," Santana nodded. She stood from Brittany's lap and shouted, "We're free at last! Thank God almighty, we're free at last!"

"Praise!" Mercedes raised her hands to the Heavens.

Brittany and Sugar started up a rousing song of "Ding Dong the Bitch is Dead" dancing around in their skates, while Quinn jumped up to high five Santana.

"You know Santana, it's all about who you surround yourself with," Rachel stated matter of factly, "having a grandmother in your life that treats you horribly is not as important as having people in your life that love and accept you for who you are. Otherwise-"

"Quiet Berry picker," Santana put her hand over the smaller girl's mouth to stop her rambling, "I get what your saying, let's leave it at that."

After the small, impromptu celebration Santana called everyone to order. "Ok ok, settle down, time to get serious."

The team quieted, some took seats on benches, others stood by fully decked out in their gear. Santana continued, "I'm still really pissed you guys lost while Brittz and I were gone, but I know it's hard to replace our awesome asses, subs just don't cut it."

A few in the room scoffed, some snickered, others agreed.

Santana continued, "That game is behind us, we're still in this. NO. MORE. LOSSES. NONE. No excuses. Let's get out there and take down the Jolly Green Pirates or whatever their recycling asses are called! This one's for Papa finally standing up to The Beast! And my hero Britt Britt for getting it all started in our minivan..."

"I'm pretty sure you get a lot of things started in that minivan," Tina teased.

Santana started to skate over to her wife, first smacking Tina in the back of the head playfully, "Just wanky," she winked at Tina.

Brittany leaned against a locker, looking all kinds of cute, "...you ready to kick some ass Baby?" Santana's hands found Brittany's waist, smoothing up her sides pulling her close.

"Oh yeah," Brittany smiled, leaning forward and catching Santana's lips with her own for a brief kiss, "I'm ready to kick some ass, then I wanna get some ass when we get home. K?" Her hands grabbed Santana's ass, playfully squeezing her round cheeks.

"Hellz yeah," Santana pulled Brittany into another, more heated, longer kiss, with tongue.

"Get a room!" Sugar yelled.

"Save it!" Tina slapped at Brittany's hands, still fondling Santana's bum.

Both ladies laughed and pulled away from one another. "Lez bo kick some ass!" Santana yelled, leading her team out of the locker room.

The Jolly Green Rodents or whatever the heck their name was, certainly gave Satan's Followers a run for their money. Most of the opposing team were tall, gangly, strong former basketball players, but tiny Sugar skated circles around them while the other's did their best to block and distract the other team. The tallness of the opposing team deemed hazardous for the shorties of Satan's Followers, well one shorty in particular. The girl from the other team hadn't even meant to do it, but when Rachel skated up from the rear, the other girl swung an elbow back to gain momentum and popped Rachel right in the beak, blood everywhere!

Needless to say, Rachel screamed and the high pitched, ear piercing sound startled the other girl causing her to lose her balance and trip. The girl grabbed onto her teammate as she toppled over, who already had a hold of Tina. The three girls slid into a heap on the track, tripping two other girls from the opposing team, and Brittany and Mercedes. Sugar skated, dodged and jumped over the mess of bodies like a stunt woman to score all the winning points. The crowd cheered, whooped and hollered.

"Is it bad?" Rachel asked Quinn, blood still streaming from both nostrils. Her nose was already bruising and swollen, faint purple marks begun to sprout under each eye.

"Shit!" Quinn covered her mouth trying not to giggle.

"Quinnnnnnn!" Rachel whined, "this is serious! I have to teach school like this on Monday! The principal doesn't know I play Derby! What am I going to tell everyone?"

"You might wanna call in a few day Hippity Hobbit," Santana laughed, looking all over Rachel's messed up face, "you wouldn't want to scare the poor kiddos, well not any more than you do on a daily basis."

"Not helping Satan!" Quinn yelled slugging Santana in the arm.

Brittany growled threateningly from behind Quinn and Quinn winced, she had not seen her walking up behind them.

Brittany pointed a finger at Quinn, "No!" she stated before kissing Santana's arm where Quinn had hit her. Santana smirked and stuck her tongue out at Quinn. Quinn rolled her eyes at the both of them.

"Quinnieeeee!" Rachel whined again, regaining everyone's attention.

"C'mon Honey," Quinn gently grasped Rachel's hand, "let's head to the emergency room and have you looked at just in case. Ok?"

"Here Rach," Tina walked up to them with a baggie of ice, handing it to Rachel as her and Quinn left.

"Shit!" Brittany giggled, "Poor Rachel but damn she looks awful! Suggie!" she squealed as her baby sister joined them, "our MVP!"

"That was some serious stunt work Sis," Santana put her arm around Sugar's shoulder, "I'm impressed!"

"I've been practicing at the skate park with Puck, Sam and my new friend Joe," she told Santana wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at the mention of Joe.

"Joe?" Santana asked raising her eyebrows.

Sugar nodded, blushing slightly, "He's been helping me with my jumps."

"Jumps huh?" Santana smirked, "Just jumps? Any other activities he's been helping you with?" Santana asked suggestively.

"S!" Sugar whined, "Don't start with me..."

Santana laughed and smooched Sugar on her red flushed cheek, "You rock Sug! And Joe better rock too and treat you right or he'll have to answer to me."

"And me!" Brittany chimed in, "when do we get to meet him? What does he look like? Is he cute? How-"

"Stooooooppppp!" Sugar whined, trying to wiggle out from under Santana's arm.

"Sug!" the older sisters suddenly swarmed them, singing Sugar's praises and saving her from anymore embarrassing questions from Brittany and Santana for the time being.

"That was outrageous!" Stevie beamed, "you like jumped and flew over that dog pile!"

"Hey where's Quinn and Rachel?" Frannie asked.

"Hospital!" Brittany and Santana answered in unison as they started laughing again.

The older girls didn't have a match that night so they all headed over to What's New Pussycat to continued the celebration.

And when they got home, after a bit more celebrating with their team, and a bunch more of teasing Sugar about Joe, Brittany and Santana both totally got some ass. Lucky girls.