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Over the next few days Santana and I didn't really get to see each other, we just communicated through phone calls and texts. I couldn't sit my phone down for two seconds because it was ringing so much. Yea, we aren't even dating and she can't get enough of me. But that's what's to be expected I always have that effect on people.

But, to be honest, she kind of had the same effect on me. I didn't want to sit my phone down for two seconds without it ringing, because I missed her that much. Pathetic right? I know. She's turning me into the biggest sap ever! It's kind of annoying how nice I am now, but for some odd reason I don't mind.

It's crazy, the affect she has on me, it's like I feel the unimaginable. Things that I never imagined feeling before, I feel when I'm with her, like those stupid ass butterflies I get in my stomach when she looks at me the way that she does. Or the way my heart sinks when she kisses me, or that dumb ass feeling of caring about her. Like I really truly care about her, but I guess there's a first time for everything, and I should just enjoy it while it lasts. Because there is one thing I'm accurately certain of, and that's all good things must come to an end.

"Britt, are you going to answer that or should I?" Rachel asked sounding a little annoyed. "That thing has been ringing non-stop, and it's probably Santana. Why won't you answer?" How long has it been ringing? I didn't hear anything.

"Oh, I didn't realize it was ringing." I picked my cell phone to see Santana's name flashing across the front. Rachel sucked her teeth before walking into the kitchen. I quickly pressed the little green icon before I missed the call. "Hey San, could you hold on for just one minute."

"Sure."

I hold the phone away from my mouth and cover the speaker with my hand. "Hey Rache, while you're in there can you make me a sandwich?" I heard a loud grumble coming from the kitchen.

"Make your own damn sandwich." She yelled back.

I let out a light chuckle while shaking my head. Because I know she better have my sandwich when she comes back in here. Then I bring the phone back up to my ear. "Ok, I'm back." I basically sung into the phone.

"Good. So I was calling because I want to take you somewhere in like thirty minutes." Santana said.

"Thirty minutes? Where are we going?"

"Um… it's a surprise." She sounded kind of nervous.

I quirk up an eybrow. "A surprise huh? Well, since your last surprise was pretty awesome I won't question you any further. But thirty minutes San? I need at least an hour to get all dolled up." I complain.

"Oh great, and there's no need for that. Just dress casual. Throw on some skinny jeans and some sandals."

"What? No, that's not cute." I protest.

"Trust me, please?"

I let out a sigh, before reluctantly agreeing. "Ok, but we better not be going anywhere fancy."

"Oh believe me we are, but you don't need to get all dressed up. Now, go get ready I'm already on my way."

"What? How did you know I would agree to go with you to… wherever it is that you're taking me?"

"Because, Britt-Britt, I know that you could never tell me no. Now, go get dressed."

I could feel my lips turn into a defiant smirk. "Really? Well then in that case no. No, I'm not going to get dressed and did you just call me Britt-Britt?"

"Fine, don't get dressed. But, either way you're coming with me and yes I did. You're name sounds so good, that I had to say it twice." See, it's when she says stuff like that, that's when I become weak. It's ridiculous because the stuff that she says is just so corny, but yet it's like music to my ears.

"Ugh, ok San, I'll see you when you get here. I have to go get dressed."

She laughed a little before she answered. "Ok, thanks Britt-Britt. I owe you big time. Bye." She hurried off the phone. What the hell is she talking about? She owes me? I guess that's why she was so quick to hang up, so that I wouldn't have time to question her.

Well, whatever I should really get dressed. I walked into the kitchen where Rachel was. She was sitting at the table eating… Wait is that my sandwich? "Rachel I thought I asked you to make me a sandwich not you." I whined.

"I did, but you were on the phone with Santana, and I got hungry." She said while taking a bite. "Here, you can have a piece, if you want, because I'm not making another." She tore off the side she hadn't bitten off of and offered it to me.

I give her a fake disgusted look. "Rachel I don't want that. I have no clue where you fingers have been… well I have an idea. But, that's beside the point. I came in here to let you know that Santana is on her way to pick me up, I have to go get changed, and then I'm leaving. I don't know how long I'll be gone, because she won't tell me where we're going, so you have the rest of the day free. You should call Quinn or something." I said while turning to go to my room.

"Britt, you did not just say that. My fingers have not been anywhere inappropriately. They are clean! I take my sanitation very seriously and you know that!" Every sentence grew louder the farther I walked away. "And you're the one who asked me to make you a sandwich in the first place!"

Yea, yea, yea Rachel is just so much fun to mess with.

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"Ok, San we've been riding for like ten hours! We left LA a long time ago. Where are going?" I whined. Ok it hasn't been that long, but she's barely said anything since this trip began, and the suspense is killing me. Where are we going?

"Britt, it has not been ten hours."

"Ok, you're right. But can you tell me where we're going now?"

She took in a deep breath before she gave me a slight nod. "San Diego."

"Ok. But why? What's in San Diego?" I asked curiously.

I could literally see her body tense, and she gripped the stirring wheel so tight that her knuckles turned white. Damn poor stirring wheel. I know how strong she can be. "My… parents."

My eyes practically jumped out of the socket, and I could feel my mouth go dry. She did not just say what I think she said. "What?" I croak out.

She takes a glance at me and gives me a nervous smile. "Surprise?" She said while raising one of her shoulders. I could tell she was nervous as to how I would react, but she could have at least asked me if I wanted to do this. Not trick me into thinking it would be a normal day out with just the two of us.

"Santana, what the hell? I don't want to meet your parents!" I exclaimed. Shit. I didn't mean for it to come out like that. She quickly snapped her head around to me with a weird look. "No, wait. I didn't mean that, I do want to meet them, just not like this. San, I don't do well under pressure." I took a minute to look her over. She had refocused her gaze back on the road. "Why couldn't you have just asked me if I wanted to meet them, instead of doing it like this?"

"I don't know, Britt, they gave me this guilt trip about how they have to always search through magazines or look on TV just to see how I'm doing. And in their little search, of course they saw that spread about you and I in the tabloids and they wanted to meet you. I couldn't tell them no, I didn't want to disappoint them. They barely hear from me now." She took a glance at me and looked back at the road. "I guess the reason why I didn't ask you, like a normal person would, is because I was afraid you would say no."

"So you trick me into meeting them?" I could feel the anger rising a little, because this isn't something you just spring on a person.

"Please Britt, you can be mad at me for however long you want. Just help me get through this. They think that you're my girlfriend, and it would mean so much to me if you could just pull through for me this one time." She looked at me with pleading eyes and just like that any anger I had for her was quickly erased. See? I'm weak.

I crossed my arms and look out of the window. I didn't want to agree to this just yet. I wanted to make her think I was angry with her, because she always gets her way with me. It's my turn to have a little fun. I could hear her let out a loud sigh, and mutter something in Spanish. I smirk to myself, and tried to get in a quick nap, just so I could avoid any conversation with her for the rest of the trip.

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"Britt-Britt, baby wake up." Santana cooed from the driver's seat. I could feel her grasp on my arm lightly shaking me. "Wake up. We're here." Damn already?

I quickly sit up, and take in my surroundings. Damn, for them to be ordinary people, they sure do have a huge house. It was one big enough to rival that of mine and Santana's. After my initial shock from the size of the house came the shock of the situation. We're here. Oh, shit. I quickly pull down the mirror to check my hair.

Santana gave a light chuckle. "Britt, you look fine." I take a quick at her before I look back into the mirror, and continue to fix my hair. It looked horrible. "Oh, you're still mad at me." I could hear a hint of sadness in her voice, and I was going to tell her I wasn't. But before I could she had already gotten out of the car and started making her way around to my side.

She swung my door open and kneeled down so we could be face to face. "Thanks for doing this for me. But you don't have to. I realize that I didn't give you a choice in this situation and I'm sorry. I don't like it when you're mad at me. So we can leave if you want… But, I'm kind of hoping you'll want to stay because my parents are walking towards us." She said looking between me and her parent's house.

I was frozen I couldn't move, because did she just say her parents were coming out? Fuck me!

"Ah, Santana! You look even more beautiful in person than you do in the magazines!" A man said. I'm guessing that would be her father.

"Finally, you came to visit us!" A woman said, and that must be her mother.

They both practically ran up to her and pulled her, in what looked like a bone crushing hug. Her father was the first to let her go, and notice me, while her mother peppered kisses all around her face.

"And you must be Brittany." Yea, that's definitely Santana's dad. Look at that smile. I smiled back because something about him just seemed oddly familiar, and I think it was the fact that his smile and Santana's smile looked exactly the same. "Well, are you Brittany?" he asked. Oh yea I think it's my turn to talk.

"Yes, that would be me. Brittany S. Peirce." I said while extending my hand. He gave me a quizzical look before he started to chuckle.

"Well are you going to get out of the car so I can give you hug? Handshakes are too formal. You're practically a part of the family now." Oh, don't I look like a dumb ass. I haven't even taken off my seat belt.

"Ok mama, that's enough kisses." Santana whined.

"Well, it's not my fault I haven't seen you in ages." The woman snapped back.

I quickly unbuckle my seatbelt and slide out of the car closing the door behind me. As soon as I had closed the door I was pulled into a bone crushing hug. Literally, and I thought Santana was strong she had nothing on her dad. He hugged me for what seemed to be forever. Well that is until Santana intervened.

"Ok, dad she's mine not yours, you can let her go now." Santana jokingly said. I could feel those stupid butterflies come to life in my stomach. I'm hers huh? I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.

"Oh, right, sorry." The man said while pulling away. "I'm Felix Lopez." The man says.

"Dad, I was going to introduce you!" Santana whined. .

"Well, you were taking too long. You can introduce your mother."

"Ok, well Brittany, this is my mom, Madelynn." Just then a short Hispanic woman came and pushed Mr. Lopez to the side.

"Brittany, it's so nice to meet you!" She said while pulling me down to her level to give her a hug. "My daughter did not tell me you were this beautiful." She lets me go and I smile politely at her.

"Thank you Mrs. Lopez."

"Oh no, you can call me Lynn, everybody does, and you can call my husband here Felix. None of this Mr. and Mrs. Stuff. Ok?"

"Ok." I nod. "Thank you Lynn."

"Alright, now let's head on inside. I want to show Brittany here all of Santana's embarrassing photos from when she was growing up." Felix said.

"Ugh, Daddy please don't!" Santana interjected.

He just gave her a mischievous smile before taking Lynn's hand and leading her back to their home, while Santana and I followed behind them.

Santana nervously took my hand. I guess she didn't know if it was ok or not since I was supposed to be angry with her. I looked up at her and smiled warmly, and gave her hand a small squeeze as we walked. She leant over and whispered in my ear "See, you're doing good. They love you already."

I couldn't help the light blush that appeared on my cheeks, because she leaned in a little too close and her lips brushed up against my ear. It felt good, like really good.

"Can you two walk any slower? " Felix called out. "Time to embarrass Santana!"

"Daddy!" Santana yelled.

"Well, next time you won't stay away from us for so long and we won't have to embarrass you." Felix said.

I chuckled at the two before quickening my pace. I really want to see these pictures now.

Once we were all in the house her parents offered us something to drink. I decline because I'd much rather learn about Santana's past. I guess coming here wasn't all bad. At least I would be able to get something out of it.

"Santana, could you help me in the kitchen?" Lynn asked.

"¿Con qué?" Ok, see I don't know what the hell she said, but damn it sounded good coming out of her mouth.

"Sólo quiero hablar contigo eso es todo." Was Lynn's reply.

"¿Puede venir? No quiero dejarla sola con papá. Él sigue diciendo que me va a avergonzar." Like I said I have no clue what's going on, or why the sudden change of language occured, but damn Santana sounds good.

"Ella va a estar bien con tu padre. Ahora ven conmigo." Lynn said.

"Si, mama." Santana turned to me. "I'm going to go help my mom with something in the kitchen. Will you be ok with my dad?" I smiled at her and gave her a quick nod before glancing at Felix. He stood there smiling at us. Santana turned to her father. "No volver a mostrar su nada demasiado vergonzoso."

"No promete." He said while raising his hands.

Santana shook her head before turning back to me. "I'll be back ok?" She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and let my hand go. I was expecting her to leave, but she stood there for a moment looking like she was having an internal battle. Just when I was about to say something I felt her lips on mine.

It was just a light peck nothing to intimate. I mean both of her parents were standing right there. But, it felt good, so, so good. I watched her walk into the kitchen with her mother when I felt a strong hand lightly tap me. "Ok, are you ready to see Santana as a child?" Felix asked.

I nod my head very vigorously. "Ok, well right this way." He said while swinging his arm in the direction he wanted me to go. We made our way through the Lopez household stopping every once in a while for Felix to show me a room.

"Here we are." Felix said while walking in front of me to open up the door. I walked inside to what appeared to be a den. There was a comfy looking couch up against the wall, a huge flat screen TV opposite of the couch, a table, some yoga mats rolled up in the corner, a mini fridge, a bookshelf, and a lot of other stuff. "You can have a seat over there while I get the albums. Would you like a snack?" He asked.

I muttered a 'no thank you' as I took my seat on the couch. Soon after Felix joined me with three very thick photo albums. "Here start with this one. It was when she was first born." He handed me the pink album that had the words 'it's a girl' decoratively drawn on the front cover.

I sat the album down on my lap and opened it. The first picture was of Lynn, with an oversized belly standing next to Felix smiling. The next few pages were similar pictures. But, on the fourth page was a picture of a tired looking Lynn in a hospital bed holding a sleeping Santana. I smiled because that picture was really adorable.

The next one was of Felix holding her. It looked like he had either been crying or on the verge of crying. "That was the first time I held her." He said pointing at the picture I was looking at. I looked up and smiled at him.

I continued to flip through the pages. They started out with Santana sleeping a lot, and I guess that's normal because babies normally sleep when they're just born. But then she started to become more alert. There was one where she crawling. Another of her sitting in a high chair with baby food smeared all over her face. I think that one was my favorite.

Then there was the one where she had fallen asleep on the couch. There was also one where she had taken off her diaper and placed it neatly on her head. I laughed as we went through San's baby pictures, with Felix right beside me giving me a little background story on some of the photos.

When I got finished with that album Felix passed me the next one. "Now this is San, from the time she started school until about eighth grade." He explained. I nod while taking the book into my hands. Damn this thing is heavy.

It started off with a five year old Santana, standing in the kitchen all dressed and ready for school. She had her then curly hair in a neat ponytail smiling widely at the camera while she gripped her backpack. The next one was of her sitting in the car. Then the next was a picture of Lynn holding her and crying in front of a school. What an embarrassing first day.

I keep flipping through the album looking at all the pictures. They were just little moments of her life. Like her making her first peanut butter and jelly sandwich by herslef, and color pictures, and things of that sort. I was flipping mindlessly when a certain picture caught my eye.

There were three children in this picture. One of them was obviously Santana, but there was another little girl and another little boy. That little boy looked oddly familiar. His hair, those eyes, that mouth, his nose, and those hands. I know those hands. Felix must have caught on to me staring at the picture.

"Those were Santana's first friends. That is Tina." He said pointing to the dark haired Asian girl. "And that is Puck." He said pointing to the little boy. Puck? That name doesn't sound familiar, maybe I don't know him. What kind of name is Puck anyway?

Whatever it's not important. I continue to flip through the album seeing more and more of Santana with Tina and Puck. Around seventh grade I began to see a blonde haired girl which I recognized immediately as Quinn. I smile at how cute she looked in her younger days.

I finished that album, and Felix passed me the final one. "Now, this one is from her freshman year to senior year in high school." I took the album and swung open the cover. The first couple of pages were just of Santana and Tina, and it kind of confused me because they were looking like they were a little more than just friends.

Then Quinn started to appear in some of them, but it went right back to being just Santana and Tina. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. What happened to Puck? I shake the thought out of my mind and continue flipping. I was looking over some ordinary pictures when I saw it.

There was a picture of Tina sitting at a table with some papers spread out on it, probably homework, and Santana was kissing her. What? She told me she wasn't gay. "Oh, that was Santana's first kiss… I think. She didn't know and still doesn't know we have that picture." Felix said with a smile.

Huh? She told me she wasn't gay. She lied to me? No, she wouldn't lie. I let out a chuckle. "So you mean Santana and Tina were together?" I asked.

"She would never admit it, but her mother and I always knew she had feelings for Tina. I don't know why she was never comfortable talking about their relationship around us, we always encouraged her to be herself." He said while scratching his head. "But, I suppose that's in the past now." I nod before I turn my attention back to the album, making a mental note to ask her about that when we're alone.

I continue to flip through the pages taking notice to the fact Tina completely disappeared. She wasn't in any of the following pictures after the one with the kiss, just Quinn. I take it Santana didn't have very many friends in high school. Well, neither did I, I guess we have that in common.

I just kept flipping, but something made my blood boil around her junior year. Noah. It was a picture of Santana smiling with the hugest smile and hugging him at what looked like an airport. I quickly turn the book so Felix can see it. "Who is this guy?" I asked with anger evident in my voice.

"Oh, um, that's uh, Puck. I thought I already showed you him. He was one of Santana's first friends remember?" I remember clearly, I knew I recognized that kid, but his name is not Puck, it's Noah. Did she lie about that too? "Hasn't she talked about him to you?" Felix aksed.

"Uh, no actually I think I met him once before, but she told me his name was Noah. Why are you calling him Puck?" I asked.

He gave me a soft chuckle. "Oh, I'm sorry sweety. His name is Noah… Puckerman, but everyone calls him Puck for short that's all." He said. What the hell? She didn't tell me they were lifelong friends and that they actually had a relationship before she was using him for pleasure. What else is she not telling me?

I keep flipping through the pages taking notice to all the intimate picture between Santana and Noah. Fucking bastard. But the one that got me the most was their Prom picture together. It had him standing behind Santana kissing her cheek with his arms wrapped around her holding her possessively. She had her hands laid on his arms while smiling at the camera.

I couldn't take it anymore. That pose looked oddly like how they were standing in when I went to her house that day. I had to ask, I needed to know. "Felix, was Santana and Noah together?"

"Uh, yea I guess you could say that, but all they ever claimed to be was best friends, but Lynn and I knew better." He said with a wink, and I really wanted to punch something in that very moment. Why hadn't she told me about this?

Before I could question him any further the door swung open, and in came Santana and Lynn. I quickly close the album and hand it back to Felix. "Hey what are you guys doing?" Santana asked while she took a seat next to me. She was actually a little too close. I didn't want her that close to me because she was or is in a relationship with that Noah guy, fuck him.

"We were just looking through some photo albums." Felix said while he got up to put the albums back on the shelf. I took this as my chance to move a little further away from Santana. I slightly lifted my body and moved to where Felix had been sitting.

I shot a glance/ glare at Santana. She tilted her head and looked at me confusingly. "Oh, well ok." Was her muttered response.

"Well, are you guys going to stay for dinner? Or did you have plans of some sort?" Lynn asked.

"Actually, I had something…" Santana began, but I quickly cut her off. She wasn't about to take me anywhere, not after I saw all of those pictures with her and Noah.

"We'll be staying for dinner."

"Oh, great! I'll go get started." Lynn said as she power walked out of the den and back into the kitchen.

That left me, Santana, and Felix alone in the den. "So do you guys want to watch a movie?" Felix asked. Yea, anything to get me to forget about Noah. I nod my head , and I don't see Santana's response. "Ok, well I'll go get a movie… Santana's favorite movie." Felix said while wriggling his eyebrows.

"Dad, please don't."

"Too late I'm already headed into the next room to get it." I watched him as he walked out the den into another room. Leaving me and Santana… Damn it.

She moved closer to me until our legs were touching. She slowly moved her face closer to mine. Is she trying to kiss me? Yep. I quickly move back in my seat. I don't want her to kiss me, not until I find out what the real deal between her and Noah is. I looked up at her, and I could see hurt and confusion floating in her eyes.

"Did I do something?" She asked. No its, what you didn't do. You didn't tell me about Tina, or Noah. But before I could answer Felix came back into the room holding a DVD that I instantly recognized.

"Whose up for some Frosty the Snowman?" Felix exclaimed. "It's Santana's absolute favorite movie. She cries every time frosty melts."

"DAD!"

"When she was younger she hated the summer time, because she said it's what killed Frosty. Then when she got older we would watch it every Christmas, because watching Christmas movies year round is lame." Felix said clearly mocking his daughter's words.

"PAPA! Please stop." Santana begged. I laughed at the two, it was really cute watching the two. It made me think of me and my dad. I quickly shake that memory out of my mind because, I can't think about him right now.

Felix let out a loud laugh before he put the DVD in the DVD player. We watched the whole movie, and just as expected Santana did shed a few tears when Frosty melted, and even though I was mad at her I couldn't help but wipe away her tears. I mean she did wipe away my tears every time I cried around. It was only fair that I wipe away her tears.

When the movie was done, Lynn did come get us to eat dinner. We made our way into the kitchen and something really did smell delicious. "I made Santana's favorite. Chicken quesadillas." This day has been filled with Santana's favorites, I guess it's because they haven't seen her in so long. I need to talk to her about that too. She should come and see her parents more often.

"Thanks mama, but I don't even know if Brittany eats those." Santana said, and then everyone turned to face me.

"Oh, um I've never tried them, but I'm sure I'll like it." I say. The three of them look at me in shock.

"I can't believe that you've never tried a chicken quesadilla." Lynn said. "But, I'm more surprised Santana hasn't introduced you to them already. They were pretty much all she would want to eat growing up."

I laughed a little. "Yea, I'm a really big on Italian food. That's all I would want to eat growing up. I love pasta." I said as we made our way to sit at the table. As soon as we sat various dishes were being passed around the table.

"So Brittany, where are you from?" Lynn asked.

"Well, I was born in a small town called Lima, Ohio, but I grew up here in California." I answer.

"Lima? I've never heard of it." Felix said.

"Yea, it's really small." There was a pause when I took a bite of my quesadilla. "Mm this is really good." I compliment, and Lynn smiled and nodded as her thanks. "So have you guys always lived here in California?"

"No, we are originally from Puerto Rico. We moved here when Santana was about three years old." Felix said.

I just nod and taking in another mouthful of food.

"So has Santana met your parents?" Lynn asks, and I physically shudder. I didn't think they would ask me things like this. All of a sudden I'm not hungry anymore, I can barely swallow the food that's in my mouth.

"I, uh… um… uh…" I couldn't seem to form any sentences, but it's a good thing Santana cut in.

"No, I haven't met them, yet, but I plan on meeting them soon." She said. I doubt that. She flashes me a sweet and meaningful smile.

"That's great! We should get together one day and all have dinner sometime." Lynn said.

I couldn't even bring myself to answer that. I just gave a fake smile… I think and a quick nod.

The rest of dinner went on with us pretty much talking about random things, and how Santana should visit more often.

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"Ok, papa you can let me go now." Santana said. Her dad had been hugging her for the last past ten minutes.

"No, mija, I'm not letting you go until you promise me you'll be back… soon." He said.

Lynn just looked at me and smiled before shaking her head at her husband.

"Ok, daddy, I'll be back soon." He nodded his head before he pulled away from her and walked over to me. Lynn took that time to say her goodbye to Santana.

"And bring Brittany with you." He said to Santana before he brought me into a hug.

"Ok, I'll bring Brittany too." She said.

"Felix move. Let me say goodbye to her now." Lynn pushed Felix off of me. "Bye sweetheart. I can't wait to see you again."

I smile and mumble a 'me either' before letting her go. Santana gives each of them a quick peck on the cheek and tells them she loves them before we head to the car, and pull off.

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