Santana pushed open the door of her apartment after driving back from McKinley that evening. Her nose immediately smelled her wife's cooking, and as she walked into the kitchen, she smiled. Brittany was singing softly to herself and dancing around the kitchen. Santana leaned against the door frame, watching her wife until the blonde noticed her.
When their eyes met, Brittany's face immediately turned red, "Hi, hon."
"Hi, my love," Santana replied, smiling. "You'd think after the millionth time I caught you doing that you wouldn't be embarrassed anymore."
Brittany looked at her feet as Santana wrapped her arms around her. Santana put a finger under Brittany's chin and pulled her into a kiss. "I love you," Brittany mumbled into the kiss.
"I love you, too. Now finish preparing our dinner," Santana teased with a gentle pat on Brittany's butt.
Brittany returned to chopping the vegetables, then looked up, "How was your session?"
"Frustrating."
"Okay..." Brittany trailed off, letting her wife decide if she wanted to talk about it. After almost 10 years of being married to Santana, Brittany knew pushing her wife to talk never worked.
"It was, uh..unproductive," Santana relented.
"Why?"
"Well, it was a girl that goes to McKinley. And you remember how I was when I was in high school?" When Brittany nodded, Santana continued, "she's me in high school. It's like looking at myself in a mirror, and she won't talk. I just want to help her because I still remember it like it was yesterday, you know?"
"She'll crack eventually. You just have to be there for her. Remember how Ms. Corcoran made you come see her like a million times before you said anything?" Brittany reassured her wife.
"It was actually the second time that I talked."
"See?! It wasn't even that long. She'll be okay. I mean, you're the best therapist around, babe," Brittany said, leaning over to kiss Santana on the head. Santana looked up and caught Brittany in a real kiss.
"Thanks, darling," Santana murmured.
"You're welcome. Now let's eat."
It was Friday and Brittany and Santana were going to have lunch with Shelby Corcoran. Santana held the door open for Brittany as they walked into McKinley. The two ladies had gotten take-out from Breadstix. "Thank you, my knight," Brittany said, exaggeratedly prancing through the door.
"Anything for you, my lady," Santana replied with a teasing bow.
The two walked hand in hand down the hallway. The school was quiet with all the kids in classes except for two small figures at the end of the hallway. As they continued down the hall, the figures emerged into two girls. A brunette was playing with the other girl's hair while the taller one pulled the hand away, holding it for longer than was necessary. "I wish we could've done that in high school," Brittany sighed. "Been that carefree as a couple and not worry about what anyone else thinks."
"I'm sorry, B. You know I wish that too. I mean-" Santana stopped abruptly and pulled Brittany down a side hallway.
"San? You okay? This isn't the way to Ms. Corcoran's office."
"Britt, that's my patient," Santana breathed in her wife's ear.
Brittany's mouth formed an 'o' before peeking around the corner. "They're gone. Come on, you can ask Ms. Corcoran about it." Santana nodded and followed Brittany to her former teacher's office.
"Hi, girls!" Shelby stood as the door opened. "Hey, Brittany," Shelby said, pulling the blonde into a tight hug.
Brittany raised her hand with the bag when she was released, "We come bearing gifts."
"You're both my saviors. Thank you, I haven't eaten all day," Shelby gushed. Shelby caught up with Brittany, asking about the girl's dance studio and her family. As they sat down to eat, Shelby realized Santana hadn't said anything yet. "Something on your mind, Santana?" Shelby inquired.
"Yeah," Santana replied slowly. "Sorry to bring work into this, but does Ashton have any good friends?"
"Everyone likes her, but I only know of a few kids who she seems to be actual friends with," Santana nodded, urging Shelby to continue. "John McIntyre, Will Fredrickson, and Brock Robin are the ones that come to mind."
"All boys?" Brittany asked, just as curious as her wife.
"Yeah, oh, well there's one girl, but I don't see them together all that much. She mostly hangs out with those boys," Shelby decided.
"What does the girl look like?" Santana asked.
"Why?" Shelby replied, suddenly curious as to where this line of questioning came from.
"We just saw her hanging out with a girl, and I'm curious," Santana explained, shooting Brittany a look to keep quiet about the couple-y interaction they had seen between the two girls.
"Alright," Shelby relented, choosing not to press. "She's shorter than Ashton and brunette. The girl's name is Romana Pebin."
"Good to know," Santana filed the information away for further use. "So Ms. Corcoran, who's the latest love interest in your life?"
Shelby rolled her eyes, "You know I can't talk about that with you guys."
"Yes you can!" Brittany argued. "We're graduates, thus you are totally not bound by any McKinley rules anymore. So you can totally tell us that you're dating Mr. Schue."
"How did you know that?!" Shelby exclaimed.
"She didn't, but now we do," Santana smirked. "Jeez, that's been a long time coming. How much hair gel does he actually use in the morning?"
"And caring, therapist Santana is gone to be replaced with everyday Santana," Shelby deflected, snarkily.
"Hey! Don't deflect! We want details!" Brittany practically yelled.
The three women finished their lunch, teasing Shelby all the while, and said their goodbye's. Santana promised to see Shelby on Monday, and with that, she and Brittany left the office to go home.