Brittany obeyed Santana's plea; and stayed with Santana; holding her all night; waiting until she fell back asleep before calling her own mother and telling her she was staying at Santana for the night. Brittany comfortingly, then wrapped her arms around; and fell asleep snuggled closely to her girlfriend.

In the morning, Brittany inhaled the familiar smell of Lopez's tradition breakfast; pulling the covers of her half covered body; she turned to try and find Santana, who had left her bed previously; quickly checking the bathroom; before waking downstairs; and seeing Santana sitting on the dining table, talking to her mother as she prepared breakfast.

"Morning." Brittany hopped on to the chair next to Santana, smiling slightly at the tired looking tanned girl; before smiling towards Maria.

"Hey Brittany, breakfast?"

"Yes, please." Maria nodded and carefully placed some pancakes and bacon on a plate; she placed it in front of Brittany; who quickly tucked in; after a few minutes, she noticed Santana wasn't eating, "Aren't you hungry, San? You never ate yesterday…"

"I'm not hungry." Santana mumbled whilst sipping her coffee; Brittany looked at Maria; who was smiling at Brittany politely; she was more than used to Santana's almost distant behaviour; so was Brittany; she just wasn't in the mood to chase Santana into accepting this. So what if her Grandmother wasn't accepting; everyone else was? Isn't it better to be optimistic than pessimistic? If you're a pessimist, aren't you just deciding things will already go wrong?

Brittany shrugged her shoulders; and Santana walked off into the front room; sitting down into the couch; Maria walked in; and sat opposite, picking up a magazine; Brittany walked in and sat next to Santana; taking her hand, she laced their fingers together, as she stared lovingly at Santana.

"Do you feel any better?"

"No." Santana's tone was blunt, and almost sounded dismissive; almost as if she didn't want this conversation to even happen.

What is she playing at? My mother is right there. She has no idea her mother; my abuela hates my guts. I can't believe her. I swear she better stop!

"San." her tone was soft, as she didn't want to be intimate with Santana in front of Santana's mother; plus she knew Santana liked to keep their moments private; not because she was embarrassed or ashamed; she just preferred to keep their relationship to themselves; she hated people interfering with it; when it had nothing to do with them; "I'm worried about you…"

Santana met her eyes, which showed concern; and she instantly felt so loved by Brittany; those eyes were so pure, and honest; she was incredibly lucky to have been blessed with Brittany.

"I'm just… I'm fine, Britt."

"No you're not…" muttered Brittany, picking at her jeans, before looking around the room; she then felt Santana squeeze her knee; and she walked off towards the window, looking out; for her father's car

"I'm sorry… I shouldn't snap at you." Brittany nodded; and Santana turned round to meet her gaze; Brittany got up; and walked over to her, taking her hand, she leaned in towards Santana's face; Santana panicked, and saw her mother looking over; instantly panicking, she pushed Brittany away; and then regretted it, as she saw Brittany's hurt expression.

Trembling slightly as Brittany staggered back; her face clear with a vaguely confused expression as to why Santana had pushed her away; Maria wiped her hands together; and left the room; sensing she was not needed; due to Santana's appearance.

Shit; why did I push her away? I don't know why; Fuck! What do I say? I don't know; I'm just… confused. She looks so hurt… shit!

"Umm is everything… okay?" Brittany's expression was still slightly puzzled as to why Santana was acting like this to her; she tried to smile and act normal; but it was so clearly a fake smile; and she knew Santana would be able to see straight through it; Brittany saw Santana trying to think; and just shook her head, assuming Santana wanted to be alone; "I'll call you later, okay?"

Brittany grabbed her jacket and walked to the front door; Santana followed her; still silent, as Brittany pulled her trainers.

"Sorry." This got Brittany's attention, she now looked even more hurt; Santana's mind was going mad; with thoughts; and questions.

Why does she look like I've killed her fat cat? I don't know what to say; and I don't know why I didn't just kiss her? Hell; I've done it enough times. I'm... I just want to talk… easy said than done with Britt.

"Sorry?" Brittany's expression wasn't changing; "Sorry for what Santana? Why you're acting like I'm the one who didn't accept you? Why you pushed me away again? Why do you look like I'm overreacting? You know that you're mad and I get it… just don't take it out on me…"

Brittany opened the door, and walked out; slamming it afterwards; and she quickly jogged down the path, and round the corner, not giving Santana a chance to catch her or stop her.

Santana walked up to her bedroom; slamming the door; and throwing herself on the bed; burying her face in her pillow; trying to calm her mind which was spinning as for her control which was fraying. She was angry with Brittany, for being like that. She wasn't blaming her for Grandmother; nor was she trying to run away again. She just wanted to talk; about everything.

I wasn't doing anything; God just because I'm not in the mood. I wasn't even trying to run away; Trust Brittany to throw that in my face. God; Today is not getting any better.

Santana later tried to call Brittany several times; which were ignored; she knew Brittany was being petty by ignoring her; so decided not to bother; and just hang out with her parents; Santana also found herself ignoring all the member of the glee club; especially Quinn and Rachel who felt themselves who experts on Lesbian relationships; given the fact they were both flirting with each other and yet hiding it.

Santana walked into school; through the corridors; her attention focusing on her headphones and the angry music which was summing up the weekend Santana just had; she had the idea to ignore everyone; today. Especially Brittany; give her a taste of her medicine.

"Morning." Santana turned as she heard Finn's monotone voice booming into her right ear; she slowly turned and faced him, pulling her headphones out; to signal she was listening.

"What, jumbo?"

"I was wondering whether you would be open to re-join glee; we sure miss having you-"

"I'm gonna stop you now; afores you embarrass yourself even more." Santana's trademark smirk was firmly in place; Finn's glum face restored its traditional confused look.

"Brittany said you would come back."

"Well, Brittany needs to keep her opinions to herself!" Santana snapped each word as her anger was fully charged towards pretty much everyone; she slammed her locker and stormed off; walking towards the English classrooms; Finn rubbed his forehead and walked off towards; the choir room; sitting next to Rachel, everyone looked at him, expecting the gossip about Santana.

"She's not coming back. So thanks, Brittany! You made me look like a loser."

"I don't think even Britt needs to make you look like a loser; you do it yourself! Santana hates you; why would she listen to anything you said… Boys are clueless." Quinn's mocking laugh ended her put down of Finn; as her eyes wandered to Rachel's who immediately rubbed Finn's arm

"I applaud your courage to try, Finn. It's more than what others have done."

"I've tried Rach. She's been ignoring me all weekend. I even dropped round on Saturday."

"Well, given that… I still believe Santana is struggling with some internal battles; some which maybe even we can't help with." Rachel's eyes glanced at Brittany a second too long; and Brittany felt like Rachel was accusing her of not caring enough to help Santana.

"Does Finn tell you what he's thinking, Rachel? His emotions, his fears, his… everything."

"Of course."

"So you have no idea how hard it is to have the one person who you love more than anything else in the world hides everything from you? You have no idea how hard it is to read that person; because they have built a whole defence around themselves; so no one can hurt them…. You have no idea how guilty you feel for hurting them when you're trying to help." Brittany stood up; and walked to the door, she spun round to face all the glee members and Mr Schue who was sat next to Artie, listening in; "I'm trying… It's hard to get through to her… It's hard and I'm exhausted from trying."

Santana cleared her throat loudly, to gain Brittany's attention, already having everyone else's. Brittany twirled round and saw Santana immediately regretting what she said.

"I was coming to get you… but you should rest; it is so exhausting being my girlfriend; right? Makes you want cripples who have no problems being themselves." Santana walked off; but Brittany rushed after her, grabbing Santana's wrist; she pulled it free automatically

"Did you hear all of it?"

"Yeah, why couldn't you just tell me yourself?"

"I try, but you're you… it's hard to talk to you."

"So it's my fault, you're not brave enough to tell me the truth?"

"You really wanna talk about being brave and telling the truth?"

"You really wanna bring up me being a coward, and scared of admitting I was gay? Britt, do you think I was trying to protect myself… I was scared for you; for us. We aren't respected anymore… People are disgusted; and they literally hate us for this. I wasn't being cowardly; I was trying to save you from dealing with this. With dealing with telling your parents; because we don't know what they say; and l know if your parents don't like your sexuality… it would kill you inside… and that would hurt me."

"I know, San. I just… I hate how you can so easily run away from me; I thought we figured this out… you know that we tell each other everything and deal with it together? I know your abuela wasn't so accepting but we just have to wait; for her to become accepting. I wanted to ask you something anyway."

"Sure, B."

"My parents… I want to tell them with you."

"Are you sure?"

"I want you there; I think if we do it together; we'll be a two-shot and braver together."

"Sounds good, Britt."

Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's waist, easily pressing her lips against Santana in an innocent peck; as they tightened the hug; and just tried to forget all the arguing; and focus on each other. Santana could felt Brittany's heart beat against her chest; lacing their fingers together; she slowly leaned in, caught Brittany's lips, Brittany pulled her closer, extending the kiss, easily; as Santana opened her mouth for her; trying to be more public about their relationship like Brittany wanted; Brittany felt Santana lightly nip against her bottom lip, not enough to draw blood but it earned a loud mouth from Brittany, Santana smirked against her lips; leaning back; Santana slowly wiped along her bottom lip, as Brittany watched her.

"You really are my favourite taste ever, Britt-Britt." Santana winked, and bumped her hips against Brittany's who blushed lightly; as she slowly entwined their fingers together; and began walking to their first class of the day; enjoying a fairly comfortable day; sitting at the cheerios' table together; Brittany was occasionally feeding Santana grapes as Santana was fixing Brittany's maths homework.

"You thought pi meant Pie?"

"You do realise what you said right?"

"Like the eating pie?"

"I didn't realise there was another type of pie." Brittany popped another grape into Santana's mouth; smirking as Santana began chewing whilst knitting her eyebrow at another one of Brittany's obscure answers.

"Hey Quinn, Rachel."

"Hey Britt; Santana. Is everything okay between you two now?"

"If you ever make a comment like that to Britt; I'll staple your Barbara posters to the ceiling and throw eggs at them." Santana's glare was perfectly in place; Brittany slowly squeezed her thigh underneath the table, as a warning to calm down; Santana immediately looked to her and smiled; lightly nodding.

"Anyway, Santana, Britt; how are you both? Have you told your parents yet?"

"Just mine left." Brittany's grin was still just as wide, which showed no signs of nervousness; the same couldn't be said for Santana who was nervous as hell; lightly drawing faces on the inside of Brittany's left thigh; before turning back to Brittany's maths book; Quinn tapped Santana's shoulder and signalled to the left; Santana nodded.

"I'll meet you near my car." Santana's lips pressed to Brittany's cheek; before Santana sent a glare to Rachel; and followed Quinn outside towards the bleachers; Quinn sat down as Santana leaned against the rust coated metal; checking her nails before looking at Quinn.

"Where's your annoying pep talk then?" Quinn laughed

"I just wanted to check on you. Britt mentioned your grandmother wasn't… so happy."

"She told me to stay away from her… And then Britt freaked out at me; just because I didn't wanna mack in front of my mother."

"Britt probably didn't acknowledge that. Don't give her a hard time; she's been more patient with you than anyone else would have been. Trust me; even if your tongue is so called magic; Britt's words not mine… you're a jerk for making her wait so long to be out."

"I was scared, okay? Anyway, I don't see you picking up smurfette do I? As disgusting as it is… she is seriously giving me and Britt high rating on the gaydar."

"Rachel? Oh San… No. She's got Finn; and I'm not into girls…"

Santana laughed loudly

"You are seriously a liar, Q. You weren't into girls at cheer camp; didn't stop you from trying to top my girl."

"You wouldn't let me go… until I tried it; besides it never happened again. Besides… I think me and Rach are just friends. You sure you're gonna be okay? I hate that you ignore me out of this, San."

"I only need Britt to deal with, Quinn. Trust me… She makes me better."

Quinn nodded; and stood up; waiting for a few seconds before wrapping her arms around Santana, pulling her into an involuntary hug; tightening it; to make Santana accept it; which she did, unwillingly.

"Okay, let go now."

Quinn pulled back, and smiled brightly; an actually genuine smile; which surprisingly creeped Santana out; she immediately excused herself; promising t call Quinn tonight; and walked off to meet Brittany at her car; seeing creamy milky legs perched on her car; which licked her lips in anticipation of tasting her favourite flavour; opening the car; Brittany put her bag in the backseat, and sat in the front; leaning over when Santana got in the car; she pressed her lips lightly to Santana's.

"What was that for?"

"To calm you down. I know you're nervous for me… but you don't have to be; I know that as long as we have each other. I'm better than good, Babe. I'm great; just like Tony."

Santana's eyes shot up in confusion;

Tony who? Don't ask… It'll be one of Lord Tubs' friends… maybe his dealer; Haha a cat dealer. God, Lopez you are so funny.

"You're doing that thing again."

"What thing Britt?"

"The thing when you're thinking but won't tell me…"

"I love you."

Brittany smirked; at the Latina's out of nowhere declaration of love; lacing their fingers together; Brittany pressed a chaste kiss to the back of Santana's hand.

"I love you too. Just in case you were having any doubts…" Brittany smiled; and looked at Santana's eyes, which were looking at her house; "We should… tell them then."

Santana nodded; and quickly unbuckled both of them; getting out of the car; she walked over to Brittany; and linked their pinkies together.

"Don't worry." Santana's low whisper, before they walked isndie the house; Brittany walked passed her sister Kirsty as she immediately engulfed Santana in a tight hug; Santana smirked and knelt down to her eye line; poking her nose as she made general chit chat as Brittany went in search of her parents.

"Mom? Dad?" Brittany walked into the kitchen; and found them preparing supper; they turned to meet her; and saw expression.

"What happened, B?"

"Can we talk privately?"

Both of Brittany's parents looked at each other; silently communicating with each other; they nodded and followed Brittany into the front room; Santana was sat on the couch; playing with her cheerio skirt; Brittany smiled and sat next to her; linking their pinkies towards as her parents sat opposite them.

"What's going on, Kiddo?"

"Umm… I just… I'm not good at talking." Santana had to hide a smirk as Brittany looked to her for courage, "I'm… dating Santana, and I'm in love with her. I think I always have been. Please don't kick me out… Lord Tubbington will burn my stuff." Santana laughed, and then quickly stifled it; by a glare from Brittany.

Sarah and Edward looked at each other; and smiled; already aware of the doubts they both had but ignored until their daughter confirmed them.

"Oh Brittany; we kinda knew sweetie… but thank you for telling us." Sarah walked over and wrapped her arms around Brittany, hugging her sweetly; "Good for you, kiddo."

"Thanks mom. She's beautiful." Brittany's eyes met a blushing Latina's who shook her head, now lacing their fingers together; "So when did you know? You didn't hear us did you?"

Santana, Edward and Sarah's eyes all widened to Brittany, for admitting that in front of them; Santana shook her head; and muttered something about secrets, B.

"What do you think Dad?"

"I'm glad you're happy, Britt. That's all that matters to us, sweetie… If Santana makes you happy; we'll support you."

"I do have one question."

"Okay, mom. What is it?"

"How long has this been going on?"

"Officially or unofficially?" Avoiding the look Santana was giving her to just shut up; about how long; but Brittany was honest with everyone; it was one of her best qualities.

"Both."

"Officially a few months… Unofficially since freshman year." Brittany's eyes left her mother; and focused on the floor unsure of her mother, or father's reaction; Santana squeezed her hand, trying to be comfortingly without being a a smug bitch in front of Brittany's parents.

"Do your parents know Santana?"

"Yes, Britt came with me to tell them." Santana's normally quiet voice came out shaky; and immediately caught the attention of Brittany, who put her arm around her waist, pulling her closer; and automatically kissing her temple affectionately; Sarah let out an Aww; which caused both Brittany and Santana to blush; and pull away.

"Mom!"

Sarah smirked; and Brittany grabbed Santana's hand; leaning to her ear; her lips tickling the shell of Santana's ear.

"Let's go upstairs." Santana nodded, but looked at Sarah and Edward; who had heard Brittany; Sarah smiled as they both look towards them.

"Open door, kiddo… You know the rules."

Brittany rolled her eyes, but nodded; tugging Santana's hand; they made their way upstairs to Brittany's bedroom, leaving the door particarly open; they climbed on the bed; Santana lied on top of Brittany, resting her head on Brittany's chest, slowly drawing lazily circles on the smooth toned thighs of Brittany; who giggled as Santana's ministrations tickled her.

"Your parents were pretty cool, huh B?"

"Yeah, totally baby. You were so cute… Blushing sexy Tana!"

"Shut up, Britt. I don't blush; I'm Latina."

"You're Lebanese, Santana. It's a different thing." Brittany pressed her lips against Santana's forehead; "I still love you though."

Sarah and Edward were watching by the door suddenly feeling so honoured that their daughter met Santana all those years ago; so warmed by the sight in front of them.