First of all Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I decided to split this up into two chapters because as I was writing I realized it would be such a long chapter if I did everything I wanted to in one chapter. So here you go, Glee camping part one!

I'm throwing in some Faberry scenes throughout the fic because they're fun. Also probs going to be some Unholy Trinity, some fluffy Brittana and some sweet lady kisses. It won't be full on smut but you can use your imagination.

P.S. The legalization of same sex marriage in New York happened before they went to New York okay SHHHHHHH….just go with it.

Disclaimer: g'onn now get! I ain't got no rights for you here! ( Seriously I own nada of Glee or any of the songs.)

Chapter 10

School was over. Santana and Brittany hadn't had many more problems the last few days of school except for the occasional disapproving look, which Santana immediately countered with a glare that Sue Sylvester herself would've admired. That pretty much took care of things.

It was a sunny Thursday afternoon but they were content staying out of the newly developed heat. Santana and Brittany were in Santana's bedroom listening to music and Brittany was dancing when Santana's phone rang,

"Britt. BRITT! Can you turn the music down? Short Stuff is calling me." Now, Santana had obviously learned that Rachel was actually pretty decent but that didn't mean she was any less annoying.

"What do you want Berry?"

"Well, Santana I'm calling to inquire as to whether you and Brittany would be interested in accompanying my family and I, and some of the other Glee club members on a camping trip this upcoming weekend." Seriously, why did she have to speak like that?

"You, camping?"

Brittany's eyes lit up at the word camping and Santana internally sighed.

"I'll have you know I am quite proficient in outdoor activities."

"Alright Shorty whatever you say. I've never met your dads before; won't that be kind of awkward?"

"Not to worry. I've told my fathers all about you" Of course she had. "And they were more than supportive when I asked if I could invite you girls." Of course they were.

"Ok well tell them we appreciate the invite I guess. Who else is going?"

"Aside from my parents and me, Kurt and Blaine have already confirmed. Mike and Tina as well. Mercedes is coming. Finn will be there" Queue Santana making a gagging noise. "Puck won't be making it as he is spending time with Lauren, or something. Sam is moving, as you know. The woods probably wouldn't be able to accommodate Artie and Quinn said she would come if you were coming."

Santana actually liked Blaine, he didn't seem that bad and she was happy for Kurt. She wouldn't tell Kurt this but she had a feeling that they weren't going to work out, and it was mostly due to the bowtied wonder. If the warbler hurt Kurt he would certainly be learning some Spanish at the very least. The Asians were cool, and so was Mercedes. She missed Sam. Even though she didn't want to date him now when they were dating he was a nice guy. She hadn't deserved him. She was using him too like most of her relationships. He had deserved better than that. Santana had seen what was going on with him and Mercedes since Prom and she thought it was kinda perfect. It sucked for Mercedes that he had to move though. She could also understand why Quinn wouldn't want to come unless her fellow ex-cheerios were there. I mean she wasn't exactly tight with Rachel, or most of Glee club for that matter.

Brittany had her head pushed up next to the other side of the phone listening in and grinning with excitement.

"Alright well let me talk to Britt and our parents, well our parents really. Brittany's over here practically jumping up and down."

"Fantastic! Bye Santana"

"Bye"

"Yay we're going camping!"

"I didn't even ask where we'd be going or about tents or where everyone's sleeping. I think we got rid of our tent."

"We used to have a tent. But I'm pretty sure Lord Tubbington lost it the last time he borrowed it. I know he used to use it all the time because it smelled like smoke."

"Well, we'll figure something out B" Santana said still slightly giggling at Brittany's comment.

Santana was trying to pretend like she hoped her mom would say no because she didn't want anyone to know how much she really wanted to go. Being included felt nice. Being accepted felt nice.

"Let's go talk to my mom about the camping trip ok?"

They walked downstairs where Maria was preparing something at the kitchen counter.

"Mami, I have a question for you. Rachel invited Brittany and I to go camping with her family and a bunch of the Glee club. Can I go?"

"Rachel's parents will be there?"

"Yup."

"Sure you can go. Have fun." Brittany ran up and hugged the elder Lopez and she just giggled.

"You girls have fun."

"Yea. Thanks Ma."

"I'm gonna go call my parents to make sure I can go."

"Sounds good. Britt."

"It sounds like it's going to be a fun weekend. I've never met Rachel's parents."

"Brittany says her dads are cool." She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just glad to be doing something."

"Lies. You actually like the glee club."

"I do no such thing."

"You love them like family and you know it."

"Lies!" Santana said as her and her mom started laughing. Brittany walked back in the room.

"So?"

"I can go!" She replied while clapping her hands together.

"Cool."

"Yea I told them I was going with you and they said I could go."

Santana and her mom shared a knowing look and Maria looked extremely proud of her daughter.

"That's awesome B." She got up and gave Brittany a hug. "Now I just have to tell Berry we're coming."

Santana met Rachel for coffee later that same day. Brittany had already gone home to start packing because they were leaving early on Friday, which was like, tomorrow.

"I'm so glad you and Brittany can make it Santana."

"Yea, Yea. So, what's the deal with the tent and sleeping situation?"

"Well, We have plenty of two person tents and my dads aren't too particular about the couples sleeping together. I suppose Quinn and Mercedes will have to share a tent."

"Hmm, Brittany and I will have a tent to ourselves. Yea I'm good with that." Santana got a smirk on her face and Rachel could only imagine what Santana was picturing.

"Am I going to have to make you bunk with Quinn?"

"We'll try to keep the noise down I promise."

Rachel just rolled her eyes and took a sip of her coffee.

Santana and Brittany pulled up to The Berry House around 9 the next morning. The plan was to leave around 9:30. The camp ground they were going to was only a couple of hours away a little bit outside of Ann Arbor, Michigan. Brittany rang the doorbell and the Berry men opened the door. Leroy had his hand on the doorknob while Hiram stood next to but behind his much taller, darker-skinned husband.

"Santana. Brittany. We're so glad you could come." Greeted Leroy. Santana had seen Rachel's parents at competitions cheering on Rachel before but she hadn't actually talked to them or met them.

"We're glad we can too. Thank you for including us on your trip."

"Of course. A friend of Rachel's is a friend of ours." Said Hiram.

"We've seen New Directions perform, supporting Rachel and all. Your performances are good Santana. You have a great voice. And Brittany here knows how talented of a dancer we think she is."

"I'm like, totally amazing. And so is Santana" Brittany agreed.

Santana blushed and the Berry men chuckled.

"Thank You. I enjoy doing it."

"It shows. Well come on in guys. We'll get going in a little bit"

They had breakfast while waiting for the others to arrive. They were all going in a huge van the Berry men rented for the weekend. Finn arrived next and he greeted Rachel and her fathers and joined them in the kitchen. Leroy and Hiram had needed help with something so Rachel went to assist leaving Santana and Brittany alone with Finn.

"So you guys are like, together now?"

Santana just slowly moved her head up surprised Finn had broken the awkward silence. "Yup"

"So you're …gay?"

"Santana's Lebanese and I'm a Bicorn."

"Yes Frankenteen I'm gay"

"So I lost my virginity to a lesbian. Fantastic." Finn said while sarcastically nodding.

Santana just kind of laughed but Brittany well, wasn't so she stopped. As much as she disliked Finn it must suck to know that your first time was with someone who didn't want to sleep with you. Puck had seemed to deal with it ok but Puck was Puck and Finn was …Finn.

"Look if it's any consolation, I was still as deep in the closet as Rachel's fashionable attire. I was pissed at pretty much everyone and everything. My first time was with Puck who kicked me out right afterward because his mom was coming home. First times aren't always as special as you want them to be. It's awkward and its life experience. And life ain't about the happy all the time. It wasn't how getting rid of your V-card should have gone down but it doesn't mean it was a wasted experience."

"Yea, I guess. But I'm going to make sure Rachel's first time is special. She deserves the best experience for her first time."

"So where you going to find the guy to do it then?"

Finn looked utterly gob smacked and enraged. Santana yelped at the jab Brittany gave her in her side.

"Oww! Ok You left me wide open for that come on!" Santana could see the hurt in Finn's face so she added "Old habits die hard. Sorry."

Finn still looked angry but Santana had a smile on her face. And not her 'I'm-about-to-do-something-evil' smile, but a real smile, a smile that a year ago would have only ever been directed at her girlfriend. Finn saw she really had changed, well kind of, in a good way …he guessed.

Once everyone arrived they headed off to the campground. They had left later then they wanted too because Rachel had made her dads equip them with every piece of camping equipment you could need. "It is always best to be prepared for any circumstance." Rachel stated. To which Santana, while helping Finn shove the last tent in like a Tetris piece, had replied "Are you a boy scout now Berry?" Even her fathers laughed at that one.

By the time they got to the campsite no one had mentioned a drastic change to the appearance of one Miss Quinn Fabray. Her hair was pink. And not like just tinted, but really pink, like hot pink. She was also dressed like an extra in a Green Day video. This shit just didn't make sense. The others went to grab their things from the back of the van but Santana pulled Quinn aside by the arm.

"Ouch! What the hell!"

"What the hell is up with … this?" Santana asked dramatically waving one hand in the air to encircle the girl and her current look.

"People change" she deadpanned.

"You're right people do change. They don't, however, go from Christian leader of the celibacy club and head Cheerio to whatever this is. Seriously did you have Tina give you a makeover?"

"I am not responsible for this. I do think you look awesome though." Came Tina's response. Everyone was heading back from the back of the van.

"Thanks"

"Your head looks like cotton candy. San can we get cotton candy?"

"Not right now Brit. So Q are you gonna explain this to us?"

"I needed something different, okay? God, why did I come." Quinn started walking back to the van but something stopped her.

"Quinn, don't get upset. Nobody is judging. Right Santana?" The brunette singer shot a look at her recent friend and then turned back to Quinn. "It's just that, you've changed quite a bit and it's surprising. We're just curious as to what inspired this. You're not obligated to tell us anything of course but we care about you whether you believe that or not. So we'll be here to listen, when you're ready."

The brunette's eye just stayed there staring into Quinn's. There was something in them she hadn't seen from anyone before. Something about theme made Quinn believe she really cared. The pink haired girl just gave a single short nod and went to grab her own bag from the van.

When Quinn walked into the Berry house Quinn's new look had been a surprise to everyone. Mercedes was especially baffled. Having lived with the girl she knew there was a lot going on inside the blonde's, ...err excuse me, pink haired girl's head.

Everyone was setting up their tents and Mercedes was having trouble getting Quinn to help her.

"Hello, Earth to Quinn. Grab the other side. "

"huh?" Quinn's thoughts were drifting elsewhere and Mercedes had had enough of this attitude Quinn now had.

"Alright. You know I love you girl, but we have got to talk about this attitude you got going on. This isn't you"

"And since when do you know who I am?"

"Since you lived at my house. Since I was the girl you brought into the delivery room with you. You're right I may not know exactly who you are but I know that there's gotta be a reason for … this." She finished off imitating the move Santana had done earlier.

"There's no reason ok. I just felt like it."

"Whatever, if you decide you want to talk I'll listen. Until then, you best help me put up this damn tent."

On the other side of the campground Santana was trying to get her and Brittany's tent together. Wasn't that where the piece was supposed to go? Wait, no, ok this connects to this …sonofabitch.

"I give up!"

That piece did not connect to this. Santana started rambling in Spanish and stormed off. Brittany decided Santana could use some time to cool off so instead of going after her she tried her hand at putting up the tent.

When Santana came back she was expecting to find a tent lying in pieces on the ground, instead it was almost complete. The frame was almost complete. Brittany was struggling to connect all the supports at the top.

Santana was impressed she had to admit, and very proud.

"Need some help?"

"Yes please."

"You did all this?"

"Yup. All by myself"

"Well I am impressed. And I'm sorry I stormed off."

"It's alright. I'd rather that then you going all Lima Heights on the tent."

Santana just laughed as Brittany clicked the support into place.

Like Santana; Mike, Finn and Blaine were all playing the part of the chivalrous, handy partner, trying to put up the tents for their significant others. And also like Santana, it wasn't going so well.

"Finn maybe if you-"

"I got this Rach."

"If you let me assist you this would go much faster"

"No, I wanna do this. Just sit back and I'll take care of it."

Then came the sound of one of the pieces snapping out of the top connector and nearly hitting Finn in the torso.

"Please will you let me help you now?"

"Alright."

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief and walked up to the tent. Finn could have sworn he was in one of the Saturday morning cartoons he watched as a kid. Rachel must have had the ten t up and covered in like seconds. At least that's how it seemed.

Rachel noticed the dumbfounded look on Finn's face. She brushed her hands together in finality.

"I've been camping with my dads since I was little. I've put up my own tent every time."

Mike was staring at the four supports he had gotten together on the ground. They had yet to form an actual tent.

"Are you trying to put it together with your mind?"

"Is it working?"

Tina rolled her eyes.

"Alright, alright. Grab that piece right there."

Tina got up and picked up the piece. Mike grabbed his side and eventually they got the tent up together.

"Nice teamwork."

"I concur." Tina reached up and gave Mike a peck on the lips.

Blaine was working hard trying to get the tent secured into the ground but every time he got one stake in the ground, when he went to put another one in, it would pop out of place. It took a while before Kurt could convince Blaine to let Rachel help.

After they had the tents set up Leroy and Hiram suggested that the group go for a walk. There was a small lake nearby and it would be nice to picnic for lunch there.

Their campground was one of many settled in amongst a wooded area. The trail that led to the lake was through said wooded area. It was very peaceful. The light was shining through the canopy in a way Santana had only seen in pictures. Birds were chirping and the wind was calming. The crunch of the forest floor beneath their feet reverberated off the trees surrounding them. Holding Brittany's hand and looking down the path Santana felt oddly at peace. She turned to look at her girlfriend. Her girlfriend; that's what Brittany was now. Lately every time she looked at Brittany a whole rash of emotions were added on to the ones she already had for the dancer. Just a short while ago things had been so different. She had been different.

Santana was sitting in her room. She had a live feed up on her laptop from the legislature in New York. They were trying to pass a law to allow same-sex marriage in the state. She watched as they debated and the law was eventually passed. She couldn't believe she was going to be there in a few short weeks. There were so many things going through her head. Her first thought was to grab a bag, grab Brittany, and fly away to New York where they could get married and be happy. But she couldn't do that. Little by little the country was coming to its senses but she was still stuck in Ohio. How could she get married in Iowa of all places but not her home state? She would never understand.

She heard footsteps leading up the stairs. Her mother perched herself in the doorway of Santana's room.

"Did you hear the good news?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Las cosas están cambiando, Santana. Things are changing. What they just did in New York is proof. You can be happy, mija."

"That's New York, Ma. We're in Ohio. I won't be happy until I get out of here."

Maria didn't know how to respond so she decided to leave her daughter alone. Yet another attempt failed. She figured her daughter probably had a lot on her mind at the moment anyway. She would talk if she wanted to.

Santana felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She pulled it out and smiled when she saw it was a text from Kurt.

Received 7:50 PM: New York sounds even better right about now.

Sent 7:51 PM: Tell me about it.

Received 7:51 PM: Kind of makes me want to just up and leave a place like this.

Sent: 7:52 PM: It's like you're reading my mind.

It wasn't long before her phone went off again. This time she wasn't as happy.

Received 8:15 PM: The new law in New York is so exciting isn't it? You and Kurt can both get married there now! I can't believe we're going there in just a few weeks!

Sent 8:15PM: Isn't it past your bedtime man-hands? And since when do we talk?

Received 8:16 PM: I was just trying to be nice, Santana.

Sent 8:16 PM: Well stop it. It's weird.

She even got a text from Puck. Well technically she did. He was clearly drunk off his ass.

Received 10:34 PM: you shud totaly gp 2 nEw Yorc wit Brit. U coujd totiyl mary her r watevr itz kesal bow

Sent 10:35 PM: Get some sleep, Puckerman.

The texts made her feel like people at least cared. They might not care if she's gay but a lot of other people did. Those were the people she was still scared of, they were the reason she wasn't with Brittany right now celebrating with her. Santana changed and got ready to go to bed. Before she went to bed her phone went off again. Her heart jumped at the name on the screen. Blue eyes stared back at her from her phone. The glow of the picture on the screen bathed her room in light. It was kind of the way the real Brittany lit up a room, it was also the same way that she felt whenever she was with the other girl; utterly surrounded by her.

Received 11:28 PM: Even New York knows how awesome you are. It wants you to get married. =)

A single tear fell onto Santana's pillow. It took her hours to respond.

Sent 1:47 AM: I love you.

It was nearly an hour after that before she finally fell asleep.

Brittany had danced her way into Santana's every waking thought a long time ago but now… Well, things were a lot different; she was happy for starters. Santana glanced over at Brittany and Brittany looked back at her. The blonde pulled their hands up and kissed the back of Santana's hand. She smiled and gave Brittany a short kiss on the lips and they pulled away giggling.

Santana didn't think things could get better than this moment right here.

"Get a room!"

And moment ruined.

"No one asked your opinion, Fabray"

"Yet, I gave it anyway."

"OOOOOOh, Pink Haired Quinn's got some attitude. I like it."

"Whatever. Just keep the pda to a minimum alright? I get sick if I see too much lovey-dovey shit in one day. "

"And she swears! My, my, our little girl is all grown up." Santana said turning to Brittany while pretending to get choked up.

"Yea ha, ha, ha. "

Quinn just gave Santana a nasty look and continued walking. She was worried about Quinn and Brittany was worried by the concerned expression on her girlfriend's face.

When they got to the lake Finn, Mike, Tina, and Rachel went fishing with Hiram and Leroy. Mercedes was talking with Kurt and Blaine and Quinn… Quinn was standing further down by herself skipping rocks.

Oh hell no! She is not throwing herself another pity party.

"Hey Brit, why don't you go hang out with Rachel and them. I'm gonna go make sure Quinn is alright."

"Good Idea, babe. She looks kind of depressed."

Santana stormed over to the blonde and smacked the rock she was about to throw out of her hand.

"HEY! Why did you do that?"

"Because! You're standing over here by yourself on a camping trip."

"So?"

"If this is what you're going to do while we're here why'd you even come?"

"I-" Quinn started off defensive but it suddenly changed "I don't know."

"I know why."

"Oh do you now?"

"uh huh"

"So tell me, oh great Yoda."

"You came because as much as you think you're not a part of this group anymore, you are. I learned that myself a while ago, and you feel it, you just haven't realized it yet."

"Yoda needs to give better advice or Yoda needs to shut her mouth."

"Oh come on give me more credit than that. For one I'm a lot hotter than that scaly green dude."

Quinn just moved farther down the bank and picked up another rock and skipped it across the water.

"Come on, Q, Just talk to me."

"Shouldn't you be making out with Brittany instead of bugging the crap out of me?"

The tone in Quinn's voice finally clued Santana in to what was bothering Quinn, well a smaller version of the much larger picture.

"You feel like the third wheel, don't you?"

Quinn picked up another rock. She shyly glanced back up at Santana.

"Yea."The next rock skipped across the water leaving circles of ripples in a straight line out into the lake. Santana felt like the conversation they were about to have was going to have a ripple effect too, in a very, very bad way.

"But it's more than that, that's been bothering you, isn't it."

Quinn folded her arms and focused her eyes straight out into the lake. Neither girl saying anything. The girl with the pink hair looked deep in thought as she sat on the ground. Santana sat down next to her as the tears started to form in her eyes. Pretty soon the late afternoon sun was making the beads glisten on her face. Santana put a comforting arm around Quinn and pulled her in next to her. The former blonde rested her head on her friend's shoulder. There was a break in the tears as she lifted her head enough to look out at the water again.

"I have nothing, Santana. Nothing."

Immediately, the tears started again, only there was more this time. Santana just held her tighter until the tears stopped.

Back at the campsite that night it was getting dark so Rachel and Leroy were starting a fire. Santana saw Hiram walking up to her.

"Santana, can I ask you about Quinn?"

" Yea I suppose. Why?"

"It's just Leroy and I saw you and her by the lake earlier and we're just worried about her. I know it's not really our business, but, we just wanted to make sure she's alright."

"No, I understand. She'll be alright. I think she's just going through some things. "

"Alright, well, I hope that's all it is. If she is going through something it's good she has a friend like you."

"Thank You"

The truth is, Santana really was concerned about Quinn. Like, really worried. First the hotel room scene at nationals and the makeover and now this? It was obvious that this was a serious problem. She gathered Brittany, Rachel, Kurt, and Mercedes to voice her concerns.

"Did she say anything about why she started crying?" Kurt asked.

"Not really. All she said that could help was 'I have nothing, Santana, I have nothing'."

"Do you think it has to do with giving up the baby?"

"Mercedes might be on to something. It's very common for a biological mother to feel hurt or loss after giving up their child for adoption."

"I don't know guys, maybe. I'm just worried about her. I've never really seen her like this."

"Yeah, but at nationals she totally flipped out in the hotel room."

"What happened?"

"Tell 'em Brit"

She looked at Rachel and Kurt for the beginning. "Well, she was going to tell Mr. Schue that you two left the hotel that one morning but that would ruin nationals for everyone so Santana yelled at her but she yelled back louder. Then she got all sad because she wanted somebody to love her and then Santana and I took her to get her hair cut."

"You guys should have seen the look in her eyes. She didn't give a shit if she ruined nationals for everyone. It seemed like she didn't care about anything. "

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"Well, I think it's a mixture of lots of things that have happened to her. She got pregnant and then 'lost' her baby-"Kurt started off.

"She got kicked out of her house-" Mercedes continued.

Santana chimed in "Sue kicked her off the Cheerios so she lost her position and her reputation-"

"and then Finn broke up with her at the funeral." Rachel finished off.

The group just sat staring, thinking about what they had put together.

"Wow. That's a lot of bad stuff."

"Yeah" They replied in unison to Brittany's comment.

Everyone was gathering around the fire making S'mores and Santana made it a point to sit next to Quinn.

"You know you can talk to me right? If you need somebody, I'm here."

"Yea I know San."

"Ok. It's just, I'm worried about you. We're all worried about you, Q. First the hotel room in New York and what happened by the lake. Add in this new style you've got going and it looks like you're headed for a mental breakdown."

"You know there's something I've been meaning to ask about what happened in New York."

"What?"

"Was a threesome really your idea of a way to cheer me up?"

Santana just sat there wide-eyed hoping nobody heard Quinn's question.

"What? No I was talking about a haircut. A HAIRCUT. Your dirty ass mind went to the threesome place."

"I did not make that up in my head! That was totally your original plan before I said I wasn't that into that."

"Okay first-off: no it wasn't. Second: what did you mean by "I'm not THAT into that?"

Quinn looked completely flustered, her mouth agape, and her eyes were open even wider than Santana's had been.

"Uh huh. That's what I thought. That was all you, honey."

"Wow. I guess I did jump to that conclusion."

"Yup. Sure did. But seriously, what did that mean?"

"I don't know. I'm being honest. I really don't know. I mean it's not like I haven't thought about it. I did spend most of my adolescence with you and Brittany, of course I was going to be curious."

Santana sat listening with an eyebrow arched. "I guess that makes sense."

After a brief pause Santana spoke again.

"So you've thought about it, huh?" This time her eyebrows were raised suggestively. Quinn just punched her in the arm.

"You're just as bad as Puck sometimes you know that?"

"Please, no one is as bad as Puck."

"Yeah, you're right."

They started laughing and it seemed like Quinn was happy, even if it was temporary, it was something.

Everyone decided to go to bed for the night and they all headed into their tents. Santana lied down next to her girlfriend.

"Is Q going to be okay, San?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't know, B. I got her to laugh and she seemed happy but there's a lot going on in that pink head of hers."

"Maybe it was the dye. It probably soaked into her head."

Santana smiled at the girl's simplicity. "Maybe."

"I was thinking, you've been such a good friend to Quinn today you deserve something in return."

"Oh do I?"

"Uh-huh"

"What did you have in mind?"

Brittany adjusted herself so she was straddling Santana's hips.

"We have this tent to ourselves" she put her finger to her chin like she was pondering something.

"Oh gosh, I don't know. Maybe a little of this."

She bent down and kissed Santana's cheek right by her ear.

"I like the way you think."

"And a little of this" This time she kissed the other girl hard on the lips sending shivers throughout both their bodies.

"And even some of this "

While simultaneously placing her knee between Santana's legs she grabbed each one of the Latina's breasts in her hand and kissed her neck right above her cleavage.

Santana put both hands on Brittany's cheeks. "That sounds real good." She pulled her in for a kiss and it got deeper and more passionate. Each girl moaned slightly at the feel of the other girl's tongue fighting with her own. They started moving in rhythm with each other, each girl had a knee pressed up against the other girl's center. They were moving faster now and getting pretty worked up.

"Yea I think this works very well"

Santana flipped them over so she was on top of the Blonde. "I agree" The Latina said with a naughty grin.

She really hoped that these tents were soundproof or something.

Alright I hoped you liked this update. Sorry again it took so long. Also I hope you enjoyed the L Word reference. I 3 Alice Pieszecki and that scene. Yoda jokes are always funny. Plenty more to come.