hey peeps! Chapter 12 in full effect! :)

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"What do you mean we're snowed in?" Rachel gulps, she hadn't really put much thought into the possibility of being stuck in New York on Thanksgiving but that's not really the reason for her uneasiness. Visions of being stuck in an apartment all day long with an irritate Santana Lopez is what concerns her. Santana huffs and rolls her eyes.

"We are not snowed in dip shit, my truck is snowed in." Santana repeats for the second time already. She quickly growing tired of the confused facial expressions covering Rachel's face and she brushes past her hastily. "Out of my way hobbit." She tosses her gloves against the wall by the coat rack and makes her way down the hallway to her bedroom to find Brittany right where she'd left her, putting the finishing touches on their bags. "Babe, the trucks snowed in." This time she isn't pissed off that she has to say these words again because Brittany's blue eyes are looking back at her and her lower lip juts out forming a pout on her pretty little face.

"So does this mean we aren't going home?" She asks sadly and even though it was originally her idea to stay in New York for Thanksgiving she kind of loved the fact that Santana's mother wanted the both of them to come home. Santana sighs and scratches the back of her neck.

"No, not yet anyway. I guess I'm gonna have to dig it or something so… yeah that's where I'll be." She waves her off turning for the hallway once again mumbling something about 'fucking snow plows' under her breath.

When she gets back to the living room she spots Quinn standing by the door with a smile on her face and two shovels in her hands. Santana lets out a laugh and takes on the shovels from her friend.

"I guess you couldn't talk Berry into doing the manual labor huh?" She jokes, she would rather hear Quinn complain for an hour than the sound of Rachel Berry's voice as she uses muscles she has forgotten about.

"She really wanted to." Quinn explains with her clear, cut sarcasm. "But she had to wash her hair." She rolls her eyes and they head to the hallway and towards the elevator to get their shoveling on, as Santana put it.

An hour and a half later Quinn and Santana make their way back to the apartment, full of snow, cold and extremely tired. They leave the shovels out in the hall because they are still dripping water on the ground from the slush build up along with their boots. They walk in to find Rachel and Brittany lounging around on the couch watching television and flipping through magazines.

"Finally." Rachel sighs placing her magazine onto the coffee table and sits up straight, smiling at both girls. "Are we ready to go now?" Santana stares at her, more of a glare or perhaps a scowl but before she can even take a step towards the brunette Quinn jumps in front of her and forces a smile on her face.

"Yeah, let's go get our things so we can get the truck out before another snow plow comes and we have to shovel all over again." She claps her hands to make everyone start moving and watches as both Brittany and Rachel jump up from their spots and run to their respective bedrooms to gather all the bags together.

"I swear Quinn, if Rachel comments about my driving, my truck or if she even talks or breathes… I will kill her." Santana tells her friend as she walks by her to head to her bedroom. Quinn just nods and lets out a long breath.

"This is gonna be fun." The blonde says to herself with false optimism.


"Does the heat even work in this anymore?" Rachel asks in an accusatory tone rather than out of curiosity. Santana darts her eyes over Brittany and on to Quinn. "I for one don't feel like catching a cold and being sick for the whole time we are back in Lima."

"Rachel, you'll be fine." Quinn says softly and reaches out to grab Rachel's hand that has been playing around with the air vents.

"Quinn, as a relatively small girl I tend to get colder than the average person. And I know that if I'm chilly now it's only going to get worse." The diva continues on regardless of her girlfriend's attempts to end the conversation. "And I think there's a draft coming from this window." She points to the passenger side window beside her, tapping it as well. "Or maybe it's the window behind us, something is whistling in my ear." Just as she finishes her sentence the truck veers off to the side of the parkway and comes to a complete and abrupt stop causing all the other three girls to scream and shriek at the sudden movements.

"Santana what the hell?" Quinn yells bringing her hand to her chest as though to make sure her heart is still beating and she is still alive.

Santana grips the steering wheel, side eyes her blonde friend and then throws the truck into park. Then, without another word she hops out of the driver's side, walks around the front of the truck and then a few feet away where she starts yelling in Spanish and waving her hands around erratically.

"What is she doing?" Rachel asks timidly, looking out her window and watching as the Latina kicks some snow, almost slipping in the process but catches herself. Brittany shifts in her seat and sighs.

"She does this sometimes." The blonde simply replies with a shrug of her shoulders getting strange looks from the other passengers. Brittany then looks right at Rachel, right in the eyes. "You probably shouldn't talk anymore Rach, or we are never going to get back to Lima… ever."

Rachel and Quinn, with wide eyes turn back to the passenger side window and look on as Santana continues to yell and kick and thrash her arms about until finally she just stops. Then she stands there, very still and closes her eyes. After a few short minutes she makes her way back to the truck, gets in, puts the truck into drive and pulls back onto the parkway. Brittany places her hand on Santana's thigh and rests her head onto her shoulder comfortably as they drive for a good fifteen minutes until the silence is broken.

"How much longer?" Rachel's voice practically echoes through the truck, as does the slap on her arm from Quinn.


After dropping Quinn and Rachel off at their parents homes Santana and Brittany drive towards their blocks. They decided to both go to the Lopez house first to drop their things off considering that is where they will be staying for the holiday. As they pull up they spot Mrs. Lopez walking down the steps to meet them at the curb, waving and smiling like she hasn't seen them in years.

"Hey Mrs. Lo." Brittany greets as she jumps out of the truck and throws herself into the arms of the older woman who pulls her into a tight hug.

"Hello Brittany." Mrs. Lopez kisses her cheek then holds the blonde girl at arm's length to get a good look at her. "You look so good. Dancing in New York suits you I see." She winks at her before turning her attention to her daughter who is walking around the truck to say hello to her mother.

"You make it sound like she's dancing on corners when you say it like that Mom." Santana rolls her eyes at her mother's wording as does Mrs. Lopez at the way her daughter's mind thinks. The smaller girl smirks as she gets closer to her mother's waiting arms and falls into them becoming engulfed in the woman's embrace.

"Oh sweetheart, I miss your snarky comments and inappropriate banter." Mrs. Lopez gushes and places a kiss to her daughter's forehead. "Come on, let's get inside its getting cold out here." She ushers the girl's in who turn to grab their bags out of the bed of the truck and follow Mrs. Lopez into Santana's childhood home.

Of course it looks exactly the same as it did only months ago, same pictures, same décor and quiet so she figures, like always her dad is at work. Instead of going up the stairs to her room like she normally would she and Brittany head down to the basement where her mother has set up the pullout couch for them. Santana grins to herself at seeing how nice her mother has made the basement pull out couch look and the basement itself.

The comforter is perfectly placed over the springy bed along with several pillows and a tray as a nightstand with an alarm clock and a vase with a single rose. Her mother jokes that it was fun to set up because it was like putting together a room for the bed and breakfast she'd always wanted.

"Okay, I'll give you girls a few minutes to get all settled but don't take too long I want to take you out to lunch." She smiles at the both of them before turning around and making her way back up the steps, closing the door behind her.

They toss their bags on the floor at the foot of the bed and then their bodies onto the comforter, wincing at how uncomfortable the couch bed is.

"Ouch, shit, I forgot this thing sucks ass." Santana moans, turning onto her side to relieve her back from the horrible spring that had lodged itself into her spine. Brittany giggles and places her hand onto her girlfriend's hip and pulls her closer.

"You can just lie on top of me." Brittany whispers onto the Latina's lips, wriggling her eyebrows suggestively before pressing a kiss to her girlfriend.

"Mmm." Santana hums out, bringing her hand up to the blonde's cheek. "I planned on doing that anyway." She says between kisses and maneuvers her leg to slip between Brittany's and shuffles her body a little closer.

Their mouths open and tongues meet, while hands move across each other's bodies trying to find skin hidden beneath clothing. Santana's leg bends and aims to move up for her thigh to meet the spot between Brittany's legs and the blonde groans at the prospect of the friction. But, before any of that can happen, Brittany's hand comes to Santana's chest and pushes her back and pulls herself away.

"What are you doing?" Santana asks slightly out of breath, her eyes looking all over her girlfriend's features. Brittany smiles softly and brings her hand to her mouth wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. But all Santana gets is Brittany rolling onto her side, sitting up on the edge of the bed and pushing herself up and walking towards their bags. "Britt, what's wrong?" The blonde looks up from bending down to get her bag and lifting it onto the foot of the bed.

"Nothing's wrong." She shrugs and shakes her head. Santana sits up, leaning back on her hands and looks at her girlfriend.

"Okay." She drawls out slowly. "Then what's with the one second being all up on this." She points to herself. "And then the next second you are more interested in your clothes." She kicks the Cheerio's bag Brittany is rummaging through. "Now that we are back in Lima do you not find me attractive anymore?" She tries to act all dramatic and looks away to the ceiling and pretends to wipe a tear from her eye making Brittany laugh and the blonde hits her foot with her hand.

"Please." The blonde rolls her eyes and huffs. "I never found you attractive." She forces out through chuckles and this brings Santana's attention back to her, her jaw hanging open and her eyes wide.

"It's a good thing you're a terrible liar." Santana relaxes and grins up at her girlfriend. "Or I would be extremely hurt." She moves to sit on her knees and shuffles herself closer to the blonde. "So what gives? Don't you wanna, ya know…" She moves her eyebrows up and down flirtatiously. "For a little bit before we go to lunch."

"About that… I don't think we should be having sex in your mother's basement." Brittany tells her girlfriend, looking back down into her bag trying to avoid Santana's eyes that will reel her into submission.

"I'm sorry what?" Santana asks through a small chuckle and disbelief. The blonde glances up at her and gives her a knowing look. "Wait… we've so had sex everywhere in this house before. What's different now?"

"Nothing's different." Brittany says calmly continuing to pull her clothes out of her bag.

"Is this a test?" The Latina cautiously inquires getting a smirk from her girlfriend.


Afternoon quickly turned into the evening and the girls found themselves sitting in the living room with Mrs. Lopez watching some soap opera. It's nearly midnight when the older woman excuses herself and heads for bed, kissing both girl's on the forehead before leaving the room. Santana looks over at Brittany when she hears the bedroom door to her mother's room close and sighs. The blonde has the remote control in her hand, flipping from one channel to the next even though Santana can tell she is not even paying attention to anything on the screen seeing as she's biting her lower lip trying to hold her smile in.

"You know it's rude to stare." Brittany hums out, finally giving up on the television and shutting it off, tossing the remote onto the other couch beside them. She turns her body to face Santana's leaning her cheek into her hand and looks back at her. The Latina doesn't answer her, only shakes her head and continues to stare at her. "Come on, we should go get some sleep. We've got a big day tomorrow." The blonde tells her and gets up from the couch tugging on Santana's hand to get her to follow.

"I'm mad at you." Santana announces getting a giggle from her girlfriend. "It's not funny. We should have had this 'no sex' conversation before we got here. I would have gotten us a hotel or some shit." She huffs as she closes the basement door behind them and they trudge their way down the stairs.

"Santana." Brittany glances over her shoulder to give the other girl a look to hopefully end her ranting, even though they both know it's a lost cause.

"I mean, I can totally do it ya know. I'm sure you think I can't go a week without sex, but I can so, so totally do it." Her voice wavers which completely gives away her false confidence and Brittany does all she can to suppress her laughter and she turns away from Santana to gather some of her toiletries. "What are you doing now?" Santana asks noticing her girlfriend picking up a few things like she is going somewhere.

"I'm going to take a shower." Brittany tells her as though it would seem somewhat obvious taking in the sight of her towel, Santana's flannel robe, and a few articles of clothing along with her face wash in her arms.

"Now?" Santana whines, slapping her thighs with her hands lightly like her girlfriend taking a shower at midnight is such an annoying idea. "Hey," She says louder than she means to and points at the bunched up clothe in Brittany's hands. "That's my robe." Brittany looks down at her hands taking in that she does in fact have her girlfriend's robe but merely shrugs because she completely intended on grabbing this particular robe.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you not like the idea of my wet, naked body being in your robe?" She quirks an eyebrow and watches Santana's face contort into confusion and obvious arousal at her choice of words.

"You are a horrible, horrible person." Santana grunts, crossing her arms over her chest ad pouting.

"Wow, well I was going to ask you to join me…" Brittany trails off, brushing by Santana and stopping at the bottom of the stairs. "But I think I'll just let you sit here and think about what you've done." She winks and lightly jogs up the stairs. Santana furrows her brow and bites her lip.

"Tease!" She shouts just before the door closes.

She wants to follow the blonde, she really does. But if this is a test, she is so not failing. Brittany says no sex in Mama Lo's basement, then… no sex in Mama Lo's basement. So much for that lube Santana thinks to herself as she rips her bag open and yanks out some sleepwear with frustration.

After changing into some shorts and a t shirt, Santana lies on the pullout with her hands under her head and stares at the ceiling. Her mind goes back to their last night in Lima, only a few months ago, and it brings a smile to her face and a sensation she knows all too well deep down low in her stomach. Her legs fidget as she tries to take control over this feeling, not wanting to have to go to sleep a little aroused because she knows she will just wind up breaking Brittany's 'new rule'. She huffs and moves again trying to get comfortable.

The door to basement creaks open and then creaks shut and is followed by the sound of bare feet slowly padding their way down the wooden steps. She glances to her right to spot Brittany turning around the banister with her towel in her hand, along with her face wash and Santana's robe on.

"Oh, you're still awake." Brittany sighs out while placing her things onto the small table by the television set in front of their bed for the next couple of days. Santana breathes out a chuckle without much amusement.

"Sorry to disappoint you." The blonde glances over her shoulder to find her girlfriend lying on her back holding her cell phone in front of her face. Brittany grins, bites her lip and turns to stand at the foot of the bed facing Santana.

"What are you doing?" She asks even though it's fairly obvious.

"I am playing Scrabble on my phone." Santana tells her simply and peers around her hands and the phone to look at the blonde. "Trying to keep my hands busy, wouldn't want to break your new 'rules' on the first night." She says and then turns her attention back to her phone.

"That's a shame." The taller girl replies as she lets out a long slow breath and starts to untie her robe. Santana's thumbs stop moving and she chances a glance at Brittany who is slowly, so torturously slowly untying the belt of the robe. "I mean… if you're hands are busy who's going to help me out of this?" She asks so innocently it should be illegal considering what she is referring too. Santana's jaw drops just as the robe hits the floor and reveals her girlfriend standing at the foot of the bed in that sexy, red lingerie that Santana loves so much.

Brittany stands there, eyebrow arched, smirk in place and her hands on her hips, her eyes locked into Santana's. The Latina's hands fumble with her phone as she tries to place it onto the tray table beside her, eventually giving up and just tosses it onto the floor as she sits up to get a better look at the barely clad blonde before her.

"What about the… the no sex thing?" She gulps as she takes in those legs that seem to go on for days.

"I was just fucking with you." Brittany tells her, her smile growing wider and wider as her girlfriend realizes she is practically drooling on herself. She kneels onto the bed and curls her finger in the air to summon Santana to come her way.

"You… are…" Santana stammers over her words as she crawls her way to the end of the bed to meet her girlfriend.

"Quinn told me you went out yesterday and got lube?" The blonde asks, pulling back just as Santana is about to kiss her, sending her a questioning look. The Latina bites her lip and blushes slightly, nodding in confirmation. "Did you… ya know? Bring the…" Brittany wonders out loud, obviously already assuming the other girl's reasons for needing such a product. Santana nods again, her eyes flickering to the side of the room where her bag is that is holding the very thing her girlfriend is asking of her. Brittany's eyes follow Santana's line of vision, leans her forehead to the smaller girls and motions with her head towards the bag. "Let's use it." She says in a low voice that gets an instant reaction, Santana jumping up and out of bed and over to her bag and is back on the bed in no time. Brittany watches her girlfriend carefully take out the strap on Santana had purchased for them last spring, place the lube on the side table and then toss the bag to the side. She moves behind the smaller girl and starts to play with the hem of her shirt while pressing little kisses to her neck. "Take this off." She whispers into her ear.

The t shirt is on the ground within seconds and Brittany's hands are on her bare chest, squeezing and caressing, her lips continuing to pepper kisses along the skin of her girlfriend's now bare shoulders. She pulls Santana against her, so that her breasts are pushed up against her back, keeping her hands on Santana's. Placing one last kiss on a tanned shoulder, Brittany lightly drags her tongue along Santana's shoulder, up her neck and flicking her earlobe with it. With a few heavy breathes in her ear and her own heartbeat thumping in her head Brittany sighs causing her eyes to flutter shut.

"Fuck me Santana." She opens her eyes when she feels Brittany's hands move from her breasts and onto the contraption sitting in her lap. She watches the light skinned hands fiddle with the straps and the buckle and her fingers run along the shaft. "Put this on and fuck me." Brittany's voice is so low and deep and it's hot against Santana's skin.

She swallows and then gets up from the bed to take her shorts off, watching Brittany watch her as she does so. Then the blonde holds out the harness for Santana to step into, which she does, and places a hand onto Brittany's shoulder to steady herself. Once she has both legs through Brittany fixes it to fit her and then tucks a finger under one of the thin parts of the strap and tugs on it for Santana to come back onto the bed.

Brittany lies in the middle of the pullout, preparing to be taken by the Latina and she lifts herself up when she feels Santana's fingers hook under the elastic of her laced panties. With that out of the way Santana crawls up to hover over the blonde who spreads her legs further to provide her girl with some room to work with. She bends her knees, positioning her thighs to rest under Brittany's and sits on the heels of her feet and reaches over to grab the lube ripping the box open.

While Brittany watches her girlfriend lube up, the tanned hand stroking the substance up and down, she arches her back slightly to put her own hands behind her back and unclasps her bra. Santana grins at the sight of the blonde beneath her as she hastily removes the final article of clothing and throwing it across the room and bringing her soft hands to the Latina's thighs, waiting impatiently.

With the tube of lube carelessly placed back onto the folding tray table Santana shifts her lower body, letting her knees unbend and puts her hands by the sides of Brittany's head. As she leans down to kiss her the blonde reaches down and in between them to guide the piece attached to her girlfriend inside of her, gasping as she always does.


Thanksgiving morning is welcomed by Mrs. Lopez fairly early, pretty much like it is every year. She dances her way through out the kitchen putting the finishing touches on breakfast and smiles as her husband comes walking from their bedroom freshly showered and dressed for the day's festivities. The older Latina motions for him to make some fresh coffee which he does with a grunt in response and she claps when she hears the doorbell ring.

Mrs. Lopez happily greets her two last minute guests, Rachel and Quinn by pulling them each into a hug and thanking them for joining them for the traditional Lopez family breakfast. They thank her, of course, and are welcomed into the Lopez home and brought into the dining room that is already set up for their morning feast.

"And don't worry, Quinn told me you were… uh, one of those non-animal eating people, so I have tons of fruit for you dear." She explains to Rachel, pointing to the three large bowls of freshly cut fruit on the table. Quinn's eyebrows rise, not expecting Mrs. Lopez to go completely overboard with this request.

"Oh, thank you so much." Rachel smiles as the woman places a hand on her shoulder before making her way back into the kitchen.

"It was no trouble sweetheart." She calls from the kitchen. "Now, make yourselves comfortable, I'll go wake up the girl's." Quinn and Rachel glance at one another as they take seats next to each other.

Mrs. Lopez opens the basement door so fast not one creak is made and she descends the stairs just as quietly, though not on purpose she's just swift like that. So it's of no surprise that when she gets down the stairs and turns around the banister that neither girl has stirred from their sleep. With a flick of the switch the lights go on, illuminating the usually black out dark room and she comes to realize that the bed is empty.

With a furrowed brow she glances around the room curiously knowing that there was no way they would have woken up before her. She chances a few steps towards the pull out that is bare of its comforter and pillows only to stop when she hears some muffled noises from the other side of the sofa. She rolls her eyes and continues on her quest to wake the two girls up and so she walks around the back of the pull out couch to find Santana and Brittany on the floor.

Her daughter is lying on her stomach with her arms tucked under pillow and the blonde is literally lying on Santana's back, her head resting on the spot between her girlfriend's shoulder blades which the older Latina notices is quite bare. Even with the comforter half covering their bodies, she can figure out that to go along with them being topless the most likely are not wearing anything on the bottom. So, she clears her throat loud enough for them to hear. Santana is the first to move and she lifts her head and turns it towards the direction of the offending sound. She blinks a few times until finally taking in the sight of her mother in front of her with her arms over her chest and a quirked eyebrow.

"Mom." Her raspy, just woke up voice comes through and wakes Brittany up. The blonde opens her eyes quickly and her hand reaches to pull the covers over them.

"Quinn and Rachel are joining us for breakfast. So hurry up." She tells them and turns around to head to the stairs. When she reaches the banister she turns around and shakes her head at the girl's who are now sitting up, blushing and giggly. "And put some clothes on!" She says loudly and shakes her head before marching up the stairs.

A few minutes later the girl's join the rest of the group for breakfast receiving a smile from the oblivious Mr. Lopez who gets up to hug his daughter and Brittany, a smirk from Quinn, a strange smile from Rachel and a 'finally' from Mrs. Lopez.

"Everything looks so good Mrs. Lo." Brittany beams to the older woman sitting at the head of the table.

"Seriously M-Lo, you know the way to a girl's heart." Quinn nods furiously as she stuffs bacon into her mouth with one hand and the other is stacking some more onto her plate and Mrs. Lopez smiles thankfully.

"Q, quit bogarting the damn bacon." Santana whines trying to reach for the plate of meat.

"So Brittany," Mr. Lopez chimes in and the blonde whips her head to the other end of the table to the man of the house who is sitting beside her. "How is school going?" He asks just as proud to hear the answer as if it were his own child he was speaking to. Brittany smiles back at him as Santana does the same but in Brittany's direction and gives her girlfriend's leg an encouraging squeeze to completely gloat.

"It's going amazing." She says with excitement. "My teachers are awesome, the classes are so much fun." She makes a face after she says this and looks back at Santana for a moment before turning back to Mr. Lopez. "Santana's been helping me with my other classes. I'm getting an A in English because of her." She rubs her girlfriend's arm gently and watches as the eldest of the Lopez clan grins at his daughter, a small sparkle in his eye.

"She gets that from her mother." He glances to his wife briefly. "Nita was always good with books and stories and writing." He shrugs and then dives right back into his small stack of pancakes. "That's good to hear sweetheart, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. And keeping Santana out of trouble as usual I'm sure." Quinn coughs, quickly bringing her hand up to cover her mouth before her food can pop out. She tries to hold in her laughter, which she does a fairly good job of until Santana kicks her from under the table. Mr. Lopez and Mrs. Lopez share bewildered looks and the Latino clears her throat and shifts in his chair. "Are you going to see your parents today?"

"Yeah Daddy, we're going to Britt's for dessert." Santana jumps in this time.

"What?" Mrs. Lopez is the one who responds, getting five pairs of eyes on her.

"Well, we are having dinner here and then going to Brittany's parents for dessert." Santana repeats herself in a little more of an elaborate way, although, she thinks it was pretty cut and dry the first time. The older Latina's eyebrows furrow and she looks to her husband.

"Why can't you have dinner and dessert here?" She asks her daughter not understanding. Santana chews her food and swallows before she turns in her chair and rests her fork on her plate.

"That's not fair for her." Santana motions to the blonde beside her. "She comes home for a holiday and can't spend time with her family?" She shakes her head, shooting her friends on the other side of the table apologetic glances for having to witness this uncomfortable conversation.

"Obviously that is not what I mean Santana, stop putting words in my mouth." Mrs. Lopez shakes her head while she moves her hand, playing with her food with her fork. "It would only make sense for Brittany to go and spend time with her parents." She states and her daughter agrees, positioning herself back to face her plate full on. "But why do you have to go with her? Can't she go and you stay for dessert, Jessica is bringing that cake you love so…"

"Mom!" Santana groans loudly, throwing her head back and rolling her eyes. "Brittany is staying for dinner here, with me. Then I am going to the Pierce's for dessert." She side eyes her mother. "We're a couple, remember? That's what couples do for stupid family functions. They suffer equally at each other's parent's houses." Quinn and Rachel look at each other, nervously chewing their food while Brittany stares at her fork that is pushing around her eggs.

"I was just saying," Mrs. Lopez mumbles and it would be to herself if the room was not dead quiet. "It's not like you're married." Santana clenches her jaw, swallows hard and then let's out a long sigh. She knows her mother doesn't mean it like that, in a bad way, but it still gets to her and she glances to her left where Brittany is sitting.

"So I was thinking we could go shopping tomorrow?" Quinn finally jumps into the conversation and catches Mrs. Lopez's attention.

Santana on the other hand is busy trying to read her girlfriend's emotions. She seems fine now, now that Quinn is talking about shopping and clothes and all that girl stuff they love so much. And Santana knows it's more her than Brittany that is bothered by her mother's words.

Breakfast finally comes to an end and Brittany and Santana walk their friend's to the front door. They smile at each other and say 'Happy Thanksgiving' and 'I'll see ya later' before they depart. The couple moves quickly passed the kitchen to make their way down into their makeshift bedroom for the next five days.

"Sorry about that." Santana says softly as they walk down the stairs.

"About what?" Brittany asks, looking over her shoulder curiously. Santana nods her head towards the door at the top of the steps, referring to her mother with one eye roll.

"Her and the dessert crap." She grabs Brittany's hand, taking it easily in her own and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"It's okay Santana." Brittany grins. "She just misses you, that's all." She scrunches her nose and leans in to give her girlfriend a quick peck. Santana smiles back at her and shakes her head, letting their hands unclasp so she can bring both of hers to the blonde's waist and pull her close. "What?" Brittany breathes out, searching brown eyes.

"Sometimes I just forget how much smarter you are than me." Brittany giggles and throws her arms around the smaller girl's neck placing a soft kiss on her lips. "How about a nap before we get ready for the fam?" The blonde nods and allows herself to be led to the pull out.

"Can we sleep on the floor again, that was so much more comfy."