10.

In the parking lot of the venue for Regionals, Sugar sat on her mother's lap in the passenger seat of Brittany's Delorean. Reasons for this were partly because the vehicle was only a two seater but also partly because she was having a mini freak out at the thought of the impending competition and was cuddled up in Brittany's comforting arms.

"Video camera?" Santana asked from the drivers side.

"Check."

"Disguise?"

"Check." Brittany pulled a black fedora onto Sugar's head and one on her own.

"Sugar?"

"Check."

Sugar rolled her eyes and snorted into her mom's shoulder at her mother's lame attempt at a joke.

"You've got to get a bigger car," Sugar pointed out as her feet kicked the dash for the millionth time in the past ten minutes. "How are the four of us supposed to fit in here when we go on vacation?"

"This car is going to be scrapped when we get back," Santana pointed out.

"Awww," Brittany huffed.

"Don't aww me, it's been nothing but trouble. You can transfer the timey wimey bit to another vehicle. Anything with power steering would be an improvement."

"You ready to knock 'em dead?" Brittany asked the girl in her arms.

Sugar hummed unenthusiastically, her nerves busy catching up with her.

"Hey, baby girl," Brittany hugged her tightly. "We'll be at the back but we'll be watching and your mom's borrowed other me's video camera so we're taping the whole thing and you're going to be amazing."

They both looked over to where Santana was shaking the camera trying to get it to respond to her commands.

"Camera, on. Camera, on. Turn on you stupid piece of crap!" She scowled at the unresponsive inanimate object. "How do you even work these things?" Santana whined, then started to tap it non-too gently on the dashboard.

Brittany calmly reached over and pressed the 'on' button as Sugar asked. "What if I screw it up?"

"You wont." Santana said matter of factly, now staring blankly at the lit up display on the camera screen. "You've got your mom's dancing feet and my lung capacity and therefore cannot fail. And anyway, other me and your mom will be there on stage and you know what they're like, they'll be right there with you."

"Do you think they like me?" Sugar asked shyly, her voice muffled in Brittany's hair.

"Honey, they love you, Brittany assured her. "I promise, without any shadow of a doubt. And we should know, right?"

There was a wild tapping and shouting against the window from the outside and they opened the door to find teenage Brittany bouncing excitedly around all the windows.

"C'mon Sugar, lets go!" She shrieked loudly.

"What have you been taking?" Santana asked her from the drivers side, slightly in awe at this hyper Brittany.

"I'm high on love, love is my drug, the drug of lovvvve." Cheerio Brittany twirled around singing randomly until teenage Santana came up behind her and explained.

"She's had three rainbow slushies and a mint choc chip double dish with extra sprinkles."

"Oh my god," Adult Santana paled. "What were you thinking?"

"Hey, it wasn't even me! Quinn was trying to get her to squeal about some Delorean that's been seen about town, but it backfired. Girl forgets she doesn't speak Britt-Britt, so she didn't know what she was talking about. Lets go, Sugar. Leave the old fogies to their knitting or bird watching or whatever it is they do."

"Hi Santana." Teenage Brittany leaned into the car resting her arm on Sugar's shoulder and staring seductively at the older woman on the opposite side of the car with a mischievous smirk.

Santana gulped and then scowled at the sound of her wife and daughter snickering next to her.
"Hi, Britt-Britt," she finally replied.

"Do you like my dress?" Younger Brittany asked with a cheeky grin indicating the low neck line and clear view of her cleavage as she leaned into the car. Sugar and adult Brittany choked back their laughter as Santana stared fiercely at the steering wheel and wished she were miles away.

"Stop that!" Cheerio Santana pulled her girlfriend back and teenage Brittany chirped happily, wrapped her arms around her neck and started kissing up and down the length of her throat.

"Oh my god. Sugar, would you please hurry up?" Younger Santana half heartedly tried to prise her girlfriend off her.

Future Santana leaned over and kissed Sugar's forehead. "We'll be right behind you, just as soon as everyone's gone in."

Adult Brittany gave her one last hug and then let her go as her younger self pulled her out of the car.

"I'm so excited!" Hyper Brittany screamed and then took off running, dragging Sugar along with her who was laughing so hard her nerves were all but forgotten.

Teenage Santana watched them with smile then turned back to the car. "We got this."

Adult Santana snorted. "You reckon?"

"Good luck!" Future Brittany called after her as she hurried off after them, catching up to the teenagers as Brittany pounced on Quinn's back and tried to convince her that a piggy back into the auditorium was the only way to arrive in style.

Two Brittanys and two Santanas sat draped on various pieces of furniture in the Lopez hotel suite. There was an unusual silence as they all stared off into different directions, some into space, some at the ground, their minds all elsewhere.

"I cant believe that happened." Teenage Santana murmured. She glanced down at her girlfriend who was happily pressed up against her as close as possible and busy entwining their fingers together.

"Is this how Quinn feels when we do crazy things?" Future Brittany asked her wife. "Kind of shocked but that it's not really all that unexpected?"

Sugar came dancing out of the bathroom and dropped on the edge of the bed in the middle of all her parents.

"That was the greatest competition ever, bar non. Mom, did you get it all on camera?"

Santana stared dazedly at the machine still attached to her hand, watching as her wife untied the strap and loosened it from her grip. Brittany connected the device to the giant flat-screen TV which took up most of one wall of their hotel suite and flicked through the menu.

As they waited for the video to begin, Cheerio Brittany's head got heavy and she hummed contentedly into Santana's neck as she gradually lost her grip on the conscious world and crashed down from her high into a sugar induced coma.

The remaining three watched as Sugar happily bobbed her head along in time to the music on screen where the evening events began to unfold once more.

Rachel couldn't resist her need to be the star and made a last ditch effort to take over Sugar's moment of glory. She nudged and elbowed her during the build up of the number to Sugar's part to convince her, via harassment, it would be wiser for Rachel to take the lead on this one. Sugar for her part quite obliviously continued on with her dancing and singing until it was time for her solo verse. Rachel stepped up one last time in a frantic attempted coup but Sugar determinedly pushed her out of her way behind her. Brittany twirled her way over to them and nonchalantly barged into a huffing Rachel, knocking her flat on to her back on the stage. Rachel got up, furious, and attempted to force Brittany aside who was blocking her access to Sugar's spotlight. Big mistake. Brittany bashed back into her but managed to make it appear like an intricate dance move and Rachel disappeared off the edge of the stage while everyone else scrambled to cover Rachel's following part and finish the song.

Everyone in the room turned to look at teenage Brittany who was snoring gently on her girlfriend's shoulder.

"What?" Younger Santana snapped defensively. "She said her foot slipped."

Santana and Brittany exchanged a knowing glance. Brittany made sure Sugar was entranced by the performance on the home movie before she whispered.

"My foot never slips."

"Ha! It's like karma," Sugar was chuckling as she continued to watch the action on screen. "Rachel tried to talk me out of my featured verse before we went on stage. And that's what she gets when I go all Lima heights on her ass."

Teenage Santana snorted then coughed to cover it up as Adult Santana glared at her.

Santana stood on the edge of the stage at the at the outer reaches of the singing group actively preventing Rachel from returning for the remainder of the number with one hand while her other hand held tightly onto Brittany to stop her from doing anything rash. Sugar was completely oblivious as she happily sang her heart out while dancing with Quinn and Mercedes centre stage. As the number ended she shrieked with laughter as Sam picked her up by her waist and swung her around in celebration of her solo debut success.

The camera zoomed in to the side stage where Santana was scowling at Rachel. "Dont push me, Berry. If you dont get a grip I will sic Brittany on you and she ain't no vegan, she will bite."

"I wish I were an apple!" Teenage Brittany suddenly called out in her sleep.

"And that's our cue to leave," Cheerio Santana sighed, "before there's drool."

"I'll help!" Sugar jumped up.

"No, you get ready for bed," Brittany said. "God knows you've had enough excitement for one day."

Both Santana's couldn't help but smiled at Sugar's adorable yet familiar pout.

"Don't worry, S." Younger Santana said as she pulled her sleeping girlfriend up. "We'll see you tomorrow."

"For tonight, you owned that solo, my girl." Santana grabbed Sugar round the waist and tugged her back onto the king sized bed and into a hug as Brittany rooted around a drawer for something then grabbed her room key and followed after the two teenagers.

"Cmon Sugar-lump, we'll watch it one more time."

"Hi!"

"H-hi. Uh, whuh-what are you doing here?" Santana looked up from where she had just safely tied Brittany into the front seat of her car. She took a deep breath to try and steady the fluttering in her chest and turned to face hot older Brittany.

"This is my hotel. I'm supposed to be here."

"Oh uh, yeah it is." Santana squeaked and flushed pink as it came out higher pitched than intended.

Future Brittany smirked at the effect she had over the younger girl and stepped closer with no regard for Santana's personal space.

"Just seeing if you needed any help."

"Uh no, we managed, thanks."

"Good. Two other things then. One, thanks."

"For what?"

"For being so awesome to Sugar."

"That's uh um, she uh, she's, you know, pretty amazing."

"She's over the moon that she got to hang out with teenage us." Adult Brittany smiled and took another step forward, forcing Santana to back up, trapping her against the side of the car. "I'm also here to give you these."

"Whuh uh, whuhhh, look, I'm suuu bluuu."

Santana's ability to use words disintegrated as she looked at the pair of handcuffs Brittany had dangling from her finger.

"Oh. My. God!" She gasped hoarsely. Santana's eyes widened to comical proportions as she spluttered and began to ramble half coherently.

"As crazy hot as this is, and you're the hottest MILF I've ever seen in my life, like I'm 90% sure I have heart attack every time I see you."

Older Brittany put a hand to Santana's heart with worry.

"No, I'm okay. I mean, no." She put her hand over Future Brittany's and pulled it off her chest. "No. I'm not going to cheat on Brittany. You're a really awesome kisser but... as much as this doesn't feel wrong, it doesn't feel right either."

Adult Brittany chuckled softly to herself as Santana completely missed the point, as usual. "But what if your Brittany and my Santana hooked up?" She asked, curiously.

Santana didn't look too worried at the prospect. "If your Santana is anything like me she's really too far gone on you to do anything. This you."

"You know, you never ever stop being this adorable," Older Brittany laughed. She put a finger to Santana's plump lips to hush her before she could nervously rattle off another confused speech. "You didn't let me finish. Santana is here to save Breadstix, Sugar is here to save Regionals..."

"And you are here to torture me? Please can you stop doing that?" Santana gulped.

"Doing what? I'm only stretching," Future Brittany put her hand over her head and leaned backward her top riding up and her toned abdomen on display.

"I know," Santana choked out half way between a moan and a sob.

"Santana please control yourself. I'm a married woman."

"Britt!" Santana blushed furiously and now completely mortified, buried her head on adult Brittany's shoulder to hide her burning face. In return, future Brittany laughed in delight and hugged her.

"What are they for then?" Santana asked, her question muffled into the older woman's shoulder but still discernible.

"Use your imagination."

Santana gave up all pretence of trying not to look like she was dying from embarrassment and just sighed feeling totally frazzled.

"Kidding. Use them to tie yourself and Britt to Breadstix."

"Oh... kay...?"

"Trust me."

"Okay. Where did you even get them?"

"They're Santana's."

"I don't need to know why, I don't need to know why," Santana muttered under her breath. "Is there a kinky reason... no... I cant believe I'm asking this but... handcuffs? Why?"

Future Brittany couldn't hide her amusement at the meltdown Santana was having in front of her but decided to cut her a break. A small one.

"She's a cop."

"I am?" She asked looking surprised.

"Ahh. I don't think I was supposed to tell you that. It's kind of hard to remember when you look just like her."

"A cop, hmmm," Santana was muttering to herself thoughtfully.

"She says she gets to shout at people for a reason and get paid for it. And she's super hot in the uniform."

"I suppose I am badass. Oh, don't tell Britt, okay? I want it to be a surprise."

Adult Brittany looked off to the side and bit her lip.

"Britt!"

"I couldn't help it! She did the pout, what was I supposed to do? It's a highly effective weapon."

After a moments comfortable silence Santana looked up to see elder Brittany watching her fondly.

"What?"

Future Brittany's smile got bigger. "You have absolutely no idea, do you?" She asked, cryptically. "Just, you know, I'm a very lucky girl."

Santana looked embarrassed but couldn't help the smile that crossed her face.

"I'm so glad I got to see how happy we are in the future. Thank you," she told her future wife.

"I didn't do anything."

"You didn't ever give up on me."

"Well duh." Older Brittany leaned down and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "Goodnight, my love."

"Britt!"

"What?"

"Hands where I can see them!"

"Santana, you're such a flirt. I'm going now because you clearly can't behave yourself."

"Goodnight Britt."

"'Night. Love you!" Future Brittany called as the car began to move away.

Santana stuck her head out of the window and blew her a kiss, to Adult Brittany's unexpected delight. With a beaming smile and a giggle Santana drove away, turning to check on the sleeping girl next to her. To her surprise her girlfriend was watching her with one eye open.

"Get a room," she murmured with a chuckle and closed her eyes again and instantly began to snore.

Next: Last chapter. Saving Breadstix. Maybe. Sort of.

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