Brittany takes you home so that you can shower (alone so you can actually get clean) and change into some new clothes. She wants to tell Summer about the relationship tonight and she wants you to be there.

As you step out of the shower you get a phone call. It's Rachel. She groans, "How much did I think last night?"

You chuckle. "I don't know. Brittany and I left."

"Oh yeah," Rachel seems offended. "You left to have sex. And you left me alone with Quinn."

You take your towel off of your torso and use it to start drying your hair. "What did you two talk about?"

"We fought until Sam came over again to ask me to dance," Rachel sighs. "I'm so glad you're here so that I don't have to put up with her anymore."

"You may," you drop the towel and walk into your closet to try to find something to wear. "Last night it told her that if things don't work out in New York that she not only has Brittany to come back to, but me as well."

"Were you high?" Rachel's voice raises an octave.

You can't help, but smile. "No. I may have been dehydrated though."

Rachel laughs and says something about that being too much information. You make some plans to have dinner with her in a few days and hang up so you can finish getting ready.

You suddenly feel really nervous when you get to Brittany and Summer's house. Brittany has a plan that involves pizza and movie night. You grab the pizzas on the way over and knock on the door.

You know that Summer supports your relationship, but you're still apprehensive about her reaction.

Summer opens the door and gives you a huge smile. "Hi!"

You smile back and accept a hug that she gives you. Then she pulls you inside and closes the door. "We're gonna watch The Incredibles!"

"Yay," you say even though you've never heard of that movie.

"Mommy!" Summer calls, "Santana's here!"

Brittany appears in the doorway of the kitchen and smiles at you. "Hey. I was just putting up all the stuff for the ice cream sundaes for after dinner."

"I can't wait," you smile back. You want to kiss her, but you don't think that's allowed yet. You just awkwardly wave and set the pizzas down on the coffee table.

Summer skips over to the TV and puts the DVD into the player.

"Wait," Brittany says as you sit on the couch. She looks at Summer. "Before we start the movie, Santana and I have something to tell you."

Summer looks at you both and her eyebrows furrow. "What?"

Brittany licks her lips and looks to you. You smile at Summer, wringing your hands. "I'm dating your mom now."

It takes Summer a minute to connect the dots and let it sink in. Then she smiles and runs over to you, hugging you. "Yes!"

You smile and rub her back. "Really?"

She nods and pulls away. "Where did you go on a date?"

That leaves you speechless. You don't really have an answer. You haven't really been out on a real date. That does not sit right with you. You lick your lips and look up at Brittany who sits next to you on the couch. She takes one of Summer's hands. "Well last night we went dancing. And we're going to go out again tomorrow night."

"Can I come?" Summer asks, her eyes bouncing between you both.

Brittany looks questioningly at you, apparently leaving it up to you.

You don't think you could ever answer any way else, "Of course."

"I know where we should go!" Summer gets excited and claps her hands.

You chuckle because she's so cute, "Where are we going?"

"I can't tell you," Summer shakes her head.

You grin and look over at Brittany who is beaming. She kisses your cheek and then kisses Summer's. "Alright. It'll be a surprise for Santana. How about we eat some pizza and get this movie started?"

You all start eating. Summer hops up on the couch when she doesn't like the way you and Brittany are sitting. She stands on the couch between you and takes her mom's arm, putting it around your shoulders. You both laugh, but cuddle together as Summer settles between you.

When the movie is over, you all go make sundaes, and start another movie. This time Summer sits on the floor, eating her sundae over the coffee table. You and Brittany sit together on one end of the couch and enjoy dessert.

It's different now than it was last night. Last night you had sex. You had a lot of sex. And it was nice. But so is this. Sitting on the couch, eating ice cream, and watching a movie with Brittany and Summer is nice. It feels good. It feels all kinds of right.

But when the second movie is over, you help clean up and then you have to go home. You've been neglecting your apartment and you need to do laundry. You also don't know if Brittany would even allow you to stay with Summer home. You don't know the protocol for dating a woman with a child so you're just going to differ to Brittany every time there's a grey area.

Before you can leave, Summer asks you to take her to bed. You turn on her night light and give her a hug before she crawls onto her bed and covers up with her pink blanket.

When you step into the living room, Brittany is waiting for you. You're drawn right to her and she accepts you into a warm embrace. She wraps her arms around your waist and her head bows. You can feel her lips on your clothed shoulder. She lifts her head up and kisses the side of your head. "Thank you for tonight."

"I had fun," you inch your torso away from her so that you can kiss her on the lips. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow night."

Her face remains serious as she tells you, "It means a lot that you don't mind Summer coming on our date."

You grin and push up on your toes to kiss her again. "I will never mind Summer. Plus, Summer is apparently the best wingman in town."

Brittany laughs quietly and takes a step back. She holds your hand all the way to the door. She looks hesitant to open it, but when she does the cool night air rushes to meet you.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you finally say, knowing that you can't stand in front of the open door forever.

She glances back into the house and leaves the door open, walking you to your car. You both stand by the driver's side door, you with your back to it. She looks down at your swinging hands between you.

You think it's charming before she drops both of your hands and crosses her arms. You look at her and see her glancing sideways as the street. You look over to where she's looking and you see the old man that walks his dog down the street. He's giving you both the stink face and you roll your eyes.

You unfold Brittany's arms and place her hands low on your hips. Then you cross your wrists behind Brittany's head. "I am not worried about what other people think. I'm from Chicago. My first knife fight was in pre-k."

Brittany lightens up at your joke and shakes her head. "St. Mary's was that violent?"

You grin. "Only when the nuns hit me with rulers for talking back."

"I'm sorry," Brittany says quietly. "It's just a habit. Rachel's really the only girl that's never been really afraid to be thought of as dating me."

"I'm not afraid," you shake your head. Your heart feels wounded that people are like that here. That people have been scared to be close to Brittany. You straighten up to kiss her. She seems hesitant at first, but eventually leans into it. You pull away before it can get too hot because even if you don't mind being seen kissing Brittany in public, you don't want to be arrested having sex with her against your car.

"I love you," you tell her. "And I'll have a shirt screen printed tomorrow that says so."

Tears form in the bottom of her eyes. You don't know what to do about it other than kissing her again. You look up into her eyes and feel yourself getting choked up. She apparently sees that and sniffles, wiping her eyes. "Sorry. I just..."

"I'm yours Brittany," you tell her so that she doesn't have to say anything back,. "Proudly so."

She breaks a smile. "Thank you."

With one last kiss, she opens your car door for you and you set off for home.

You can't help, but realize how empty your bed is without Brittany in it. You spend one night with her and suddenly you can't sleep without her. You breathe in and out slowly trying to get yourself to calm down. You need to sleep. You have a date tomorrow with two beautiful blondes.

In the morning you wake up in a panic. You don't know what you're going to wear. You text Brittany and ask her how you should dress. She asks back with, Isn't it a little early for you to be getting dressed?

You sigh and basically beg her to tell you. Finally she tells you to dress comfortably. You look through your closet and decide that you have to go buy something to wear. You don't know that comfortable means. Scrubs are comfortable, but you think they're probably not acceptable.

You're in your car driving to the closest mall when you call Rachel. She agrees to meet you there to find you something to wear. Something comfortable. Whatever that means.

You both walk about a department store looking through the racks. "Where do you think we're going?"

"Um, I don't know," Rachel shrugs as she rifles through the racks. "She says comfortable so maybe the amusement park a few towns over or the park in town." Rachel claps, "Oh, there's a carnival in town for Founder's Day. They used to have a circus, but I organized a protest. We sat in the middle of the road until they just left."

You look around the racks, hoping that something just jumps out at you. "Well shit what am I going to wear to a carnival?"

"You will wear jeans that make your ass look amazing," Rachel rounds the rack of clothes toward you. "You can wear a cute shirt that shows a little cleavage, but not too much. And a leather jacket. Sexy, but fun."

"Yes," you nod and look around. "Where are the jeans?"

"You don't have jeans?" Rachel asks. It's a rhetorical question because you're wearing jeans.

You take off in the direction you think the jeans are. "I need new ones." You probably don't need new ones, but you need new ones.

You grab three pairs of jeans and an armful of shirts before ducking into a dressing room while Rachel stands outside. "You know," she says through the door, "I feel like I should let you know that I think this shopping spree is just anxiety over your pending first date with Brittany."

"I know that," you say, buttoning the new jeans. "I'm just going to shop so I don't start drinking." You open the dressing room door and ask. "How do these look?"

You manage to burn three hours shopping before Rachel has to go into work. She tells you to call her after your date and gives you some parting advice. "Don't freak out."

Of course you do the opposite. You pace around your apartment after you get dressed and go through every doomsday scenario in your head. The one that terrifies you most is the one where Summer decides that she doesn't like you anymore.

You're so on edge, that when there's a knock on the door, you almost fall off of your couch.

You take a deep breath and stand up. Before you can get to the door, there's another knock on the door, this one is lighter and lower to the ground. You smile and open the door. You see Summer alone in the doorway. She's looking to the side and you start to look outside, but she stops you. Then she looks you up and down.

"Mommy told me that she didn't know what to wear so she wanted me to see what you're wearing first," Summer grins.

Brittany quickly steps into your view, blushing heavily. "She wasn't supposed to say that either." She's wearing red skinny jeans with a white button down shirt and a black jacket.

"You look great," you smile at her.

"So do you," she smiles back.

"Give her the flowers," Summer instructs.

Brittany looks down at some daisies hanging in her hand. She lifts them up and offers them too you, bashfully smiling.

You take the flowers and smell them. "Thank you."

"So... " Brittany swallows and licks her lips, "Are you ready?"

You run inside to put the daisies in water and grab your purse. You fish out your keys and step outside, closing your door. You lock the door and turn to the girls. They're having a silent conversation and Brittany's shaking her head. Summer puts her hands on her hips and huffs. Brittany raises an eyebrow and Summer giggles.

You just stand there and wait for them to finish. Brittany sees you first and her eyes get wide. You just smile at her and offer her your hand. Brittany gives you a relived smile and takes your hand.

"I love your bag," Brittany mentions as you walk into the parking lot.

"Oh thanks," you look it over, "I wanted to get it in dark brown, but they were out. I need one to go with the boots I bought today."

"I think I have one that might match," Brittany says, opening the passenger door for you then she opens the door behind yours for Summer. "You can borrow it whenever. I've been carrying my black one."

You give her a peck on the lips before you sit into the car. There are so many perks to dating a woman that you never thought about. You hope she wears the same size shoe are you.

You smile when you see all the signs for the Founder's Day Fair and everyone parking in the big field next to the park where everything is set up. You're glad Rachel told you this was going on. It gave you some kind of heads up.

You smile when Summer takes your hand to cross the rows of cars. Of course the first thing she wants to do is the fastest ride in sight. She pulls you into the line while Brittany waits for you both, watching over the metal gate.

Brittany takes a picture of you both as you're waiting for the ride to start. Of course when it does, you are probably way more scared than Summer. You can finally breathe again when it's over and Summer asks you if you're okay.

Brittany chuckles when you walk up to her and ask she asks if you're okay as well. You force a smile and say that was fun.

"Do you like amusement parks?" Brittany asks as you walk toward all the food stands.

You shrug, "I've never been to one."

Brittany doesn't say anything at first. Then she asks incredulously, "Are you serious?"

"You've never been on a roller coaster?" Summer asks with a serious look on her face.

You shake your head. "I've been to carnivals," in France. "And some ferris wheels." A large ferris wheel called the London Eye. You didn't spend your vacations in the country when you were a kid and your undergrad vacations were beaches. There have been no vacations since you started medical school. "Oh, and ski lifts."

Brittany smiles at you and shakes her head. "I guess that means we have to take you to one."

"Yes!" Summer jumps up in the air and skips to the line in front of the nacho stand.

As you're waiting you see a pair of familiar faces walk up to you. Rachel is walking over to you with Sam. His arm is around her shoulders, but she walks out from under his arm to hug you, Brittany, and Summer. "Fancy meeting you here."

You share a knowing smile with Rachel. You know she came to check on your date after she got off of work while maybe having a date of her own. She looks over your outfit. "You didn't go with the dark boots?"

"They didn't match my purse," you glance down at your other boots. They're a few years old, but they've always worked out for you. You picked them because Rachel was sure that you were going to the fair today and they don't have much of a heel.

"Oh right," Rachel moves back to Sam, "I knew we forgot something."

He puts his arm back around her and asks, "How are you ladies?"

"I think Santana's had enough rides for one night," Brittany teases you, poking you in the ribs.

"But we only rode one," Summer looks up at you and frowns.

You hear Rachel, Sam, and Brittany laugh before you tell Summer that her mom was just kidding.

Rachel and Sam hop into line with you and grab some food. You all eat together before they take off toward the band that's playing on the far side of the fair.

You and Brittany watch Summer play some games. Brittany wins Summer a stuffed puppy that she immediately gives to you and tells her mom that she's supposed to give it to her date.

You kneel down and ask Summer if she's sure she doesn't want to have it. She smiles at you and says that you can have it. "Well how about you name it for me?"

"Hmmm," she taps her chin. "How about Cupcake?"

"Alright," you smile. "What do you want to play now?"

You play the game where you try to get the ring around the bottles. You get a whole bucket and the three of you start throwing. All three of you claim that you were the ones that hit the ring in the middle of the game that wins the giant panda bear, but it doesn't matter because Summer is the one that gets to keep it. It's bigger than she is so Brittany ends up carrying it on her back to the last ride of the night.

You sit on the horse on the outer row on the carousel and Summer sits in the middle one. Brittany and the giant panda ride on the inside. You take a picture on your phone of Brittany and the giant panda sharing a horse. You also take a picture of Summer pretending to be a cowgirl.

It's been a long night and as soon as Summer gets into the car, she passes out on the giant panda. You look at the stuffed puppy in your lap and ruffle it's hair. "Has Summer ever had a puppy?"

"No," Brittany says. "And the answer to your next question is no."

You chuckle in the dark of the car. "How did you know what I was going to ask?"

"Because you enjoy spoiling my kid," you can see Brittany smiling in the glow of the dashboard.

You reach across the armrest and take her hand that's not on the steering wheel. You thread your fingers through hers. She gently squeezes your hand. "Thank you for coming."

You take her hand in both of your hands and kiss her knuckles. "Thank you for inviting me. This is definitely the most fun date I've ever been on."

"Do you want to come over for a little while?" Brittany asks softly at the stoplight where she's had to turn right to go toward your apartment and left to go to her house.

"Of course," you run your fingers over the back of her hand.

She turns left and soon you're pulling up to her street. As she turns into the driveway, the headlights light up someone sitting on the porch.

"I thought she left town," you say, checking the backseat to make sure Summer is still asleep.

"Me too," Brittany puts the car in park. "Can you go put Summer in bed?"

You nod, knowing that Brittany has some business to take care of.

Quinn stands up as you and Brittany near. When you walk past Quinn her looks away from you. You thought that your talk with her would keep her away. Or at least now showing up in the middle of the night.

You tuck the stuffed puppy under Summer's arm so that you can unlock the front door with one hand. When you push the front door open, you hear Brittany say, "Hey Quinn."

You take a deep breath as you close the door behind you. It would make sense, the way your life is going that as soon as you find someone that makes you happy, the woman she was in love with decides that she wants to be part of the picture.

You turn on the nightlight with your foot and pull back the blankets on Summer's bed as you sit down. You lay her down and take her shoes off. Then you pull the blanket up over her shoulders. She still has the puppy under her arm. She looks so cute. You kiss her head and whisper, "Goodnight Summer."

Then you move back to the living room. You want to know what's going on, but you don't want to intrude. You look around and see some toys on the floor. You start picking them up and putting them in the toy bin before you fold the throw on the couch and start a fire.

You want to text Rachel about what's going on, but you realize you don't have your phone. It's still in the car. What a serendipitous reason to hear some of the conversation happening on the front porch.

You open the door and both of the blondes look at you. You mumble a sorry and tell them that your purse is still in the car.

You quietly pass them both and down the stairs to get to the car.

Quinn whispers, but you can still hear her, "Why not?"

"You know why not," Brittany says quietly back. "I can't do that to me, to you, or to Summer. You don't really want to be with me. You're just scared that I'm not going to be here for you anymore."

"You don't know that," Quinn says back. You can hear it in her voice that she's been crying. The gentle husk and scratch that so vulnerable, but manages to still be sexy.

Your heart sinks. You don't know what's going to come out of this. Brittany loved Quinn first. You grab your purse and try not to think about it. You walk past them again and into the house, closing the door behind you. You drop your purse by the door. You leave your phone there. You don't want to text Rachel anymore.

You sit on the couch, and run a hand through your hair. There's nothing you can do now. You just sit there and stare at the fire, holding a couch pillow in your arms.

The front door opening wakes your from your trance. Brittany walks in. You start to ask her how it went when you see Quinn walk in behind her. Your stomach drops and your heart breaks. So this is it. Where you get kicked to the curb.

But something seems off. Quinn seems really curled up in herself, her arms crossed tightly in front of her. Her eyes are puffy and pink from tears.

"Quinn's going to sleep on the couch tonight," Brittany tells you. Her voice is even and she seems really tired. She offers you her hand and she pulls you up off of the couch. She keeps hold of your hand as she pulls you back to her bedroom.

She stops in front of the bed and rests her hands on your waist. "Can you stay tonight?" her voice is low and something tells you that she's asking because she needs you to stay.

You nod and take her face in your hands, guiding her down for a kiss. "Are you okay?"

She nods. "I'm going to go get her a pillow and some blankets." She kisses you and walks out of the bedroom.

You feel relieved that she asked you to stay the night. It's not only a good sign, it's a great one. You sit down on the bed and unzip your boots, kicking them off next to the bed. You don't remember where Brittany keeps her pajamas so you wait on the bed for her to get back.

When she returns, she walks over to the bed and sits down next to you. "Are you okay?"

You automatically nod. You don't see how you can not be okay right now. You thought the worst and you thought totally wrong. "Where are your sleeping clothes?"

She starts to get up, but you keep her sitting there. You kiss her. "Just tell me where."

She points it out and you grab two shirts and two pairs of shorts out of the drawers she indicated. She's already kicked off her boots and they're sitting right next to yours. You stop her from standing again and stand in front of her, unbuttoning her shirt.

She smiles up at you with the most loving gaze you've ever seen. It warms your chest. When you get her shirt off, you have her stand so that you can get her pants off. When you stand up, you run your hands up her legs and to her back. You run your hands from the small of her back up to her shoulder blades. She locks her arms around your neck.

You kiss her shoulder, "You're tired and we have to go to work tomorrow. Let's go to bed."

She nods, but doesn't make a move. "Were you worried? About Quinn?"

You take a deep breath, knowing exactly what she's talking about and that you can't lie to her. You nod slowly.

"Don't," she leans back to catch your eyes. "Don't worry."

"You loved her first," you feel the words escape your lips like wisps of smoke before you can stop it.

"But I love you now," Brittany dips her head down and kisses you. It's slow and it's sensual. You know that she means it. She means this kiss and she means that she loves you.

She helps you change and then you both get into bed. She turns off the light, plunging you into darkness. Something seems off and after a second it clicks. You slide out of the bed and flip on the nightlight on the wall.

Brittany chuckles and envelopes you in her arms as soon as you get back into the bed. She kisses your forehead and wishes you sweet dreams. As you're laying in Brittany's arm, you don't know how you could have anything else.