XII. MisTiming

"Please, Britt, inside voices be very quiet."

"San, what happened last night?" The blonde whispered.

Santana groaned. Her hands groped on the floor to grasp something – anything to orientate her to their current situation and surrounding. Instead, Santana became instantly aware this was not her room. What had happened last night?

The pounding in her head intensified as she tried to focus. Way too much alcohol last night. Way too much.

"No idea, B." Santana glanced to where she felt Brittany's body. Santana had fallen asleep naked ontop of the blonde's stomach. Brittany's head and upper torso were underneath her father's desk. "You okay under there, baby?"

Brittany groaned as an answer and shifted slightly, but she hit her head on the desk. "Ow!"

Santana chuckled and scooted down the girl's body before pulling her out from underneath the desk. "Seriously we have to find better places to crash."

"My head hurts."

"Of course it does. You just hit it. Come here." Santana pulled Brittany towards her and kissed her forehead once they were both clear of the desk. They sat for a few minutes holding each other on the floor. Each of them trying to remember what had happened the night before. "I need coffee."

"I need a new head. It still hurts."

Santana smiled and kissed her girlfriend on the head a few more times. "I like your head."

"San, do you remember last night when you were sexy dancing with me?"

"Mhmm." The brunette leaned into Brittany's neck and nuzzled her there. She noticed with satisfaction there were a few dark marks gracing the girl's neck.

"I liked that a lot." Britt agreed. "But do you remember when we came upstairs…"

Brittany trailed off. Santana stopped beaming from ear to ear as she too started to piece together the night. Sure everything had been something of a giant drunken blur, but for some reason her mind stopped working. There had been something significant that happened last night when they came upstairs.

No, not something, but someone.

As if they both remembered at the exact same time, their heads flew up from their comfortable embrace to look past the desk to the chair Santana had pulled out into the middle of the room. They could see one foot hanging from the side of the chair and a blanket draped haphazardly over the armchair. There was definitely someone sleeping there. Besides there were more clothes than usual scattered about the room.

"Oh shit." Santana whispered.

"So when we – last night – and it felt – that wasn't just a dream?" Brittany asked still trying to formulate how she felt about the whole situation. "San, that's Qui-"

"Shhh!" Santana cut Brittany off before she could completely say Quinn's name. The brunette wasn't sure how she felt about last night yet. Saying Quinn's name would only make everything real. This early in the morning, Santana was not ready to process all that information and reality. "Don't-"

Brittany smiled and leaned over to kiss her girlfriend again. Santana released a sigh of relief that Britt wasn't about to pursue her thought process. Some things were better left unsaid. Besides they were young and had done lots of things together before that they didn't talk about. Sexy time with Quinn was just going to be one of those things.

"We should at least get some clothes on, B. And we need to kick everyone out of the house before Mariska shows up and throws a fit. She's already gonna freak out about the party."

They tiptoed from the room and silently collected articles of clothing as they made their way out. Brittany showered while Santana threw people off the furniture and out of the house. Cups, chairs, food, and spills were all over the house. Oh yeah Mariska was going to be pissed and she would definitely have to tell Santana's parents. Not that it mattered, but she didn't look forward to the lecture she would only half listen to.

Eventually Brittany came downstairs and started to help Santana clean up.

"You should take a shower, San. I can clean up the basement. Think we should wake –" Britt paused before saying Quinn's name. "—her up?"

Santana shifted fumbling with a cup in her hands. "I'll get her up after my shower."

After twenty minutes showering and throwing on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, Santana eventually walked back into the study.

"Hey, Q…" Santana gently touched Quinn's shoulder beneath the blanket to wake the girl up. Slowly Quinn opened her eyes. They instantly narrowed in confusion. Santana waited patiently for Quinn to piece it all together.

"Santana?"

"Expecting anyone else?"

Quinn shook her head angrily. The emotion aimed mostly at herself. She looked down. "I'm naked."

"Yeah you are." Santana smirked before giving the girl a wink. "I brought you something to change into. Come downstairs when you're ready."

Quinn reached out and took the sweatpants and shirt her friend had brought. For a moment their eyes met, but instead of teasing the blonde, Santana only shrugged.

Santana walked downstairs to the smell of food wafting throughout the house. It smelled a hell of a lot better than the beer that had been spilled all over the floor or the bodies that had been dancing all over the place.

"B?"

The girl walked into the kitchen and couldn't help but laugh at what she saw. Brittany was elbows deep in pancake batter trying hard to mix it perfectly. She had bacon frying in the pan and eggs already on a plate. The toaster made a dinging noise and popped out four perfectly toasted pieces of bread. It was a hangover paradise. Everything a woman could want and it was all because her girlfriend was perfect.

"Welcome to Britt Britt's Breakfast Foods No Grits!" Brittany shouted at the sight of Santana.

"I didn't know you owned a diner." San teased taking a seat at the island counter. It was still a little sticky from beer, but she hardly noticed. She couldn't keep her eyes off Brittany. "Or that you were a cook."

"There's a lot you don't know about me." Britt winked.

"Doubtful."

"Here's your coffee." Brittany placed down a cup of steaming dark liquid in front of her girlfriend. "Drink up!"

"You're the best, Britt."

"Don't say that till you've had my pancakes! Then you'll know how awesome I am."

Brittany finished the sentence as she started to pour the pancake mix on the griddle. It didn't take long till Brittany was seated in Santana's lap and they were feeding each other. A piece of bacon hung from between Santana's teeth. Brittany smiled as she leaned forward to bite the other half. Santana laughed before offering Britt a forkful of pancake which the blonde eagerly ate.

Syrup dribbled from the side of the Latina's mouth at which Brittany didn't hesitate to lick from her girlfriend's face. They continued to laugh.

"Hey."

Quinn stood in the frame of the doorway dressed in Santana's old clothes. Her hair was wet. It looked like the girl had just gotten out of the shower.

"Quinn!" Brittany said excitedly and jumped off Santana's lap. She went to the cabinet and pulled out a plate. It didn't take long till she had piled it with eggs, bacon, and pancakes. "I made breakfast for us."

"Thanks, Brittany." Quinn said slowly as she sat down at the island. She pushed at the food on her plate with her fork not yet eating it. "About last night…"

"We don't have to talk about-"

"That was fun." Brittany cut Santana off. The other two girls froze and looked at the long haired blonde, but Brittany didn't notice.

"Yes…" Quinn said again slowly her words as if to allow herself time to speak. "I don't really-."

"Whatever, Q. NBD. No big deal." Santana waved her hand. "We were hammered."

"Hammering what?" Brittany asked.

"Apparently each other." Santana murmured under her breath. Quinn pretended she didn't hear it, but a slight blush rose to her cheeks. She quickly took a sip of her own coffee to hide.

"It's just I didn't realize how much I drank…"

"Quinn," Finally Santana turned to look her friend in the eye. They had known each other for so long even if they still pretended to be enemies at times, it didn't change the fact that they had been there for each other at different times. "Seriously we don't need to have this conversation. What we do need to talk about is why you called me Rachel."

Quinn stopped breathing. Her eyes darted back and forth across Santana's face. It was the only answer the Latina needed. It all made sense even if Santana didn't want to understand or see the way Quinn had been all over Berry recently. Gross.

"Nevermind. You don't need to answer." Santana again spoke over Quinn so her friend didn't feel embarrassed. "It's Berry so I don't want to know."

Brittany stopped cleaning up the pots and pans. She turned to watch the exchange. Even if the rest of glee club, the cheerios, and most of McKinley thought the blonde cheerleader had no clue what was happening in the rest the world that was far from the truth. The desire to hear Santana give advice overrode her usual oblivious demeanor. She wanted to hear what her girlfriend would say.

Santana continued. "You know we're here for you, but Berry's wrapped up in this perfect fantasy world that she's built around Finn. Don't waste yourself waiting for what isn't going to happen. You're too good for that."

Again color blossomed on the Quinn's cheeks except this time it was mirrored by Santana's own reaction. Brittany smiled softly and continued to put plates in the dishwasher.

"What about with you and Brittany?"

Santana paused for a moment. Her back tensed. It had not always been easy in their relationship. "I was lucky that she loved me as much as I denied loving her. But we knew the truth deep down inside, Quinn. If you really think Berry will stop with her reckless self-destruction then by all means don't stop chasing. But if you think-"

"No, its fine, Santana, I get it." Quinn shook her head. "I just never planned to feel this way. You know, but at least you guys are around. I don't know what made me suddenly think Rachel and I had these feelings for each other. I mean that's crazy, right?"

Santana shrugged, but Brittany came around the island and stood between the two chairs Santana and Quinn occupied. "You can't plan for too much, Quinn. Like last night."

"B…" Santana gave her a warning look. The Latina had thought they had decided not to talk about last night. Brittany ignored the warning.

"I mean I didn't plan to be P-I-M-P, but I had the two hottest ladies all naked underneath me. I mean that was definitely not planned. But pretty awesome." Brittany wrapped her arms around both girls' necks and pulled them closer. She kissed Quinn's cheek and then kissed Santana's lips. Santana grinned into the kiss, but Quinn rolled her eyes. She pushed Brittany's arm off her body. Brittany stopped making out with Santana to look over at Quinn. She asked with complete innocence. "Too soon?"

"Definitely too soon and will probably never happen again." Quinn responded, but smiled to show Brittany she hadn't been offended.

"That's what you say now, Q."

"There's always more alcohol."

Quinn threw her hands in the air. "Oh my God, you two are ridiculous! Just completely dysfunctional!"

Santana and Brittany gave her a look.

Quinn continued. "But you two are definitely meant for each other and still like my best friends. Thank you for everything – breakfast, talking, coffee, and yes, Brittany, thank you for last night."

Brittany beamed. Santana didn't give her girlfriend any warnings about talking about their sexcapades last night because she secretly relished the fact Quinn had a great time last night.

"That's cause we are straight up the best in bed. We've had lots of practice." Brittany said enthusiastically. Now Santana shot her a glance.

"I'll see you two at school on Monday."

"See ya, Quinn."

"Whatever, Q. Try and clean up yo' act by then and maybe I might even say hi to you in the hallway."

"I won't hold my breath."

Quinn turned and left the kitchen. It didn't take long for Mariska's screech to penetrate the tranquility of their morning. She had the two girl's scrubbing floors, cleaning baseboards with tooth brushes, scrubbing toilet bowls and running beer cans and cups to the curb to be picked up by the garbage men. By the end of the afternoon, the two girls were wiped, but at least Mariska had stopped barking out orders.

They sat in the living room barely able to keep their eyes opened as they drifted in and out of a nap. Something vibrated underneath her.

"B, I think your phone is vibrating." Santana mumbled.

"Wha?" Brittany reached underneath them to the pockets of her sweats to pull out the phone.

"Who is it?"

Brittany didn't respond right away, but texted a few words back.

"B, who is it? Is it Allie? Tell her I can drive you back home for dinner, but we're napping now."

"It's not Allie. Promise me you won't be angry."

Santana tensed. Those were never good words to start off any conversation.

"I promise…"

"I kinda might have told Tim that I would go to this dance with him only if his date couldn't go for some reason."

"What? Why would you do that?" Santana no longer felt sleepy. She suddenly remembered why she had wanted the party at her house last night. It had all been a ruse to draw the mysterious and encroaching Tim out from wherever he was hiding.

"I didn't think we would go, but he looked so lonely when he said that he had asked this girl and it looked like she might bail on him. I told him that no girl would bail on him. But he was such a sad panda, so I said that I would be his backup date."

"Are you serious right now, Britt?"

"San, don't be angry. We're just gonna go and dance a little. I think they are supposed to show one of his videos or something as a way to celebrate his new commercial gig."

"Oh yeah? That's it? That's all you're going to do?" Santana huffed and sat up away from Brittany.

"Trust me, you have nothing to worry about."

"Yeah? Well where is this dance?"

"I don't think it would be a good idea for you to know, San."

"And now you aren't going to tell me? Perfect." Santana bit back angrily. She stood up from the couch. The look on Brittany's face snapped her from her temper. It would only make them fight more if Santana exploded right now. No, it would be much smarter to do a little detective work. Tim hadn't shown up at her house party last night, but he wouldn't miss a school dance featuring his face on the big screen. He would definitely be at this dance. She just needed to find out where. "Did he just text you?"

"Yeah, he wanted to know if I could meet him there."

Santana nodded and realized Britt's phone was on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"It's fine. I mean you promised. Besides I have nothing to worry about. I trust you." She didn't trust fucking Tim. Santana smiled. "Babe, do you have anymore of that coffee from this morning?"

"Yup! I made it just for you." Brittany placed a soft kiss on Santana's lips. "Thanks, San, for understanding."

Santana waited for Brittany to walk through the kitchen door before she jumped onto her girlfriend's phone. Sure she felt guilty about going behind Britt's back, but this was getting serious. She quickly found the most recent text message and forwarded it to her own phone. Brittany returned with the coffee right as Santana had successfully replaced the phone.

"Thanks, B."

Brittany sat back down on her lap.


Brittany eventually left to go get ready for the dance. She had wanted Santana to come over to help her pick out a dress, but the Latina had politely refused with an excuse involving Mariska and dinner. Much to her relief, Brittany didn't push the subject and let Santana go.

Santana had spent her afternoon researching the place of the dance. It looked like it would be held at a catering hall so it still didn't answer what school this Tim went to, but hopefully she would be able to clear up this whole mess by tonight.

Like the good detective Santana was slowly becoming, she phoned the catering hall ahead of time to double check on the arrangements of the dance. All students must be accompanied by an adult at least to be allowed into the dance, all students were to be dressed appropriately since it was a winter formal, if a student was not on the list then they could not be allowed entrance, all students would be provided with food and a full meal by the school, and families were invited. Santana thanked the woman on the phone.

What kind of lame ass school did Tim go to?

Santana picked up her phone. She needed an adult to drop her off at the dance. Somehow she would get in there.

The phone picked up.

"Lopez. Get some hot lady loving last night? Or was it not enough and that's why you're giving me a call?"

"Shut up, Puck. Been there done that and that's probably why I only like girls now."

"Ouch. You always have to aim below the belt."

"Focus for a second. I need-" Santana paused sucking in a breath. She hated this. "-your help with something."

"Like with what? I've learned my lesson about just volunteering to help any chick when she asks. Sometimes that chick is straight crazy bitch."

"I am not one of your pool mom cougars."

"That's for sure. At least they put out."

"Again, focus, Puck. I need help crashing a dance. But I can only get in if I have a parental chaperone drop me off."

"So you need me because officially I am a dad? Do they have that on record or something? Do I need to bring Beth because I don't know if Shelby will be cool with me already taking her to parties. Besides you know how boys are…all they think about is sex and I think she's a little too young for that."

"No! Not because you are a dad. I need you to pretend to be my dad and sign me in."

"Oh!" Puck laughed. "Good cause I was freaking out for a moment thinking about all those things the government knows. Why do you need to get into this dance so bad?"

"No reason. Just be here and pick me up so you can drive me there."

"Does this have anything to do with Brittany and that Tim guy?"

Santana didn't answer. Over the phone her lips pursed in a tight line of annoyance that Puck had called her out.

"No."

"Ha! Knew it! I knew you sucked at pong last night for more reasons than your girlfriend giving you a show from across the table."

"Fuck off, Puckerman. Are you going to pick me up or what?"

"Yes! I definitely want to see this."

"Be here at 8:00. And wear something that makes you look like an adult. Please?"

"Not a problem. Double O Puckerman is on the case."

Santana didn't bother to respond before she shut her phone in exasperation.

She spoke to herself condescendingly. "Oh great job, Santana, you're so desperate to find Tim that you've ditched Tubbs as your partner and stepped it up to Noah. Too bad this Noah's gonna sink your ship so fast you won't even have time to apologize and explain to your girlfriend that no matter what it looks like you're not spying on her. When really you are! Great! This should turn out fan-fucking-tastic! I hate Tim."

The soliloquies and monologues denouncing her bad choice in partners and the horrible decision she was making to spy on Brittany continued all the way till it was 8:10. A car honked multiple times outside her house.

Puck rolled up to the house late like usual.

Santana walked out in a long dark blue prom dress. She had let her worked her hair in a cute tight bun with pins and had not worried too much about her makeup. The brunette didn't actually plan to attend the event. She needed to look good enough to sneak in and remain unseen. Of course all these things hinged on the appearance of her "father". She opened the car door and slid in fastening her seatbelt.

Then she turned to Puck. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth straight dropped.

"What the fuck is on your face, Puckerman!"

"What?"

"What? Are you kidding me?"

Puck shrugged offended that Santana was making fun of his mustache. He had taken a good part of his day driving around Lima looking for a costume shop that was open in the middle of winter. The best he could find was a Dollar Store that was selling a pack of fake mustaches for children. So he glued one on either side of his upper lip.

"These are legit."

"They're not even even! They are so lopsided it looks like two caterpillars are crawling over your face! Why? Why did I even bother to call you?"

"I totally look like a porn stache sugar daddy! I thought about what we talked about on the phone and thought this would be a great opportunity to expand my pool cleaning business since there will be other adults, like myself, there."

Santana shook her head. "Just drive. I don't want to talk to you for the next ten minutes."

"But Santana, I thought my disguise looked awesome. No one will ever recognize me!"

"Drive."

Puck hit his foot to the gas of his truck and sped off. Santana directed him to the catering hall where the winter formal was taking place. It wasn't that far, but still it wasn't a place McKinley high school students would normally be, this place was swanker.

As they approached the hall, strings of parents were leading what looked like kids up to the main doors of this place. Occasionally she would see someone who looked like their age, but not as many as she thought there would be. The woman at the main office had said families were invited; Santana just hadn't expected actual families to actually stay. Tim had to be one of those crazy uber Christians or something. Maybe a Catholic private school or something. She couldn't imagine Brittany here without her. Hopefully Britt had already gone inside so she wouldn't see Santana and Puck sneaking in.

Exiting the car, she waited till her mustache clad "father" came around the otherside of the truck to offer his arm.

"My beautiful daughter, I am so happy to escort you to your first ever winter formal!" He shouted.

Santana elbowed him in the gut. He grunted. "Stop shouting. Remember we don't want to draw attention."

"Right." Puck straightened back up and continued to walk her towards the door.

After four places in line, Santana noticed that all the parents were handing over some type of card and ID.

"Puck."

Puck didn't respond as he was too busy winking at a mother all the way down the line. Santana elbowed once again. "Puck!"

"Ow! What Santana?"

"We need some kind of card or something to get in!"

"And you didn't get one already?"

"No! I didn't know about it!"

"Well we're shit out of luck then!"

Santana growled and looked around. In front of them a man held the hand of his teenage daughter and a son who looked to be about thirteen. Like seriously this had to be a cult or something if families were attending!

"Tan." Puck touched her arm. "Look!"

He pointed to a door on the side of the building where it looked like people were streaming in and out dressed in white shirts and black slacks. It had to be the catering group.

"Perfect, Puck."

"I know I am." He smirked.

Santana dragged him back to his truck and pushed him up against the door. Puck looked surprised, but not surprisingly turned on by Santana's aggression.

"Oh yeah, baby. I knew the stache would be irresistible."

"No you, ass! Strip!"

"Seriously! These mustaches are worth more than a dollar." He shrugged out of his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt. Santana grabbed the jacket and threw it into the bed of the truck. Then grabbed his shirt. Sure it was big, but she would have to fix it. She threw the shirt over her own dress and began to button it up.

Puck stopped what he was doing at looked at her. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I am going to sneak into the hall as one of the caterers and I am going to use your outfit."

"But I thought-"

"Seriously, Puck, did you think we were going to get it on in the back of your truck right now? Really?"

"Well I thought at least in the front seat we could make out."

"Take your pants off."

As Puck continued to undress, Santana had worked her dress off her body from underneath Puck's shirt. It took a little bit of effort, but Santana had used the pins in her hair to clasp together bunches of material to make Puck's shirt actual fit her body. Sure it wasn't the hottest outfit she had ever worn, but it would have to work for now.

Puck stood there down to his boxers helping Santana hem up the bottom of his pants. Once again she had somehow made the oversized piece of clothing into something manageable.

"So now what am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Go find one of those cougars you were so willing to get with earlier."

"Good idea!" Puck exclaimed as he finished helping Santana tighten his suspenders on her.

"How do I look?" Santana asked with a smirk.

"A cross between a real hot lesbian and a very sexually confused caterer?"

"Perfect."

"Go get that Tim fucker."

Santana grinned. She ran towards the side door waiting for someone to come by carrying a tray of food before she offered to help. The guy looked at her funny for only a moment before shrugging. He handed the Latina a tray of cupcakes and told her to put them into the kitchen.

It took her a few times to find the right doors to the kitchen, but she just followed another girl. Quickly she put the cupcakes down and tried to exit the kitchen as soon as possible.

"Young lady!" A voice boomed behind her.

Santana turned slowly. "Yes?"

"You forgot your tie! Come and let me put it on you." A short plump woman said as she bustled over with a black tie.

Santana relaxed and smile graciously as the woman fitted the tie around her neck.

"Thank you so much. I can't believe I forgot it!"

"Not a problem dear. Now why don't you take out this bowl of juice. It goes on the long table at the end of the hall. Out those doors and to the left. And come back here to help me some more."

"Sure." Santana took the bowl and went to where the woman had pointed. She couldn't believe how hard her heart had been pounding. But really what would they do if they realize Santana didn't belong there? It wasn't like they could toss her in jail. They could kick her out with a stern warning.

She pushed open the door and almost dropped the fruit punch.

Or they could get her for child molestation and being a total pervert!

Inside the dance hall were a good hundred young teenagers probably around the ages of twelve to fourteen at the most.

"What the fuck?" Santana murmured as she walked along the back wall very careful to stick to the shadows. Her dark eyes scanned the room looking for her beautiful blonde, but she didn't see Brittany anywhere. Maybe she had gotten the wrong address or texted the wrong text message from Britt's phone. There was no way this was the dance.

Thirteen year olds were dancing all over each other to some Justin Bieber song. While parents calmly watched from the sidelines eating food from their mini plates. Really it was a good thing she hadn't tried to sneak in here with Puck and that mustache. The cops would have definitely been called.

She lingered as long as she could hoping that maybe Brittany would appear and realize this was a mistake. Santana could then walk straight up to her girlfriend and offer her a ride back home…in Puck's truck. Of course some things would have to be explained.

After a few minutes, Santana decided to walk back into the kitchen. The woman who had given her the tie now had the Latina stirring bowls of dip and working on decorations for cookies. Santana quick flipped her phone open.

B, make it to the dance?

Yup. Just got here.

Cool?

I make everything cool.

Santana normally laughed at Brittany. The blonde always did seem to be the life of the party especially after last year's prom where she got a reputation for dancing with almost everyone's dates – boys and girls. All Santana could think about was if Brittany had actually arrived. Santana picked up another tray of desserts and held them over her shoulder.

"I'm going to see if there needs to be more treats on the table."

"Oh great idea, honey. Don't forget to hurry back."

"Sure." Santana smiled sweetly, but hurried out of the kitchen. She busted through the doors then slowed significantly so no one, especially Brittany, would notice her. Along the back wall covered by shadows, Santana instantly spotted her girlfriend.

She wore a beautiful long orange formal dress which swept the floor softly as she walked. Her hair had been braided on either side and flowed out unrestrained down her back. Santana sucked in a breath. Brittany looked absolutely stunning. Santana placed the tray down absentmindedly with every intention to walk up to Brittany and kiss her. But she reminded herself that she needed to find a certain Tim first.

No other guy stood out. Santana didn't see anyone who matched Tim's description. In fact, Brittany looked like she was alone. A little boy asked Britt to dance and then another. Soon she was surrounded by a group of pre-teenagers dancing to every song. Maybe Tim would come later.

Santana frowned, but went back to work in the kitchen. After another hour, Santana once again drifted to the dancehall to see if Tim had shown his face. Every time Brittany stood to the side, talked to a new person, or just danced. Nothing made sense. Where was Tim? As the night dragged on, Santana noticed Brittany sitting down by herself at a table alone.

Tim wasn't going to show.

Santana knew that the bastard had stood Brittany up. Who would do that?

The Latina threw down the tray of pastries to the table. She quickly straightened her pants and shirt paying special attention to her black tie. Finally she pulled up the suspenders she had stolen from Puck. At least she would be respectable looking. The DJ announced the last song which like all young dances would be a slow song to end the night. The song switched from "Call Me Maybe" to a slower song.

Come with me

My love

To the sea

The sea of love

Santana smiled at the song. It wasn't often one heard a slow song like this at a dance for teenagers, but to hear Cat Power doing a cover of The Honeydrippers was just awesome. She needed to get this DJ's number later to see if he could do their dances. The dance floor cleared as kids didn't feel like slow dancing with each other besides there was food to eat and parents to watch them. It wasn't cool to dance like a couple in front of the parental units. Santana ignored the kids looking at her as she approached the seated Brittany.

About two tables away from Brittany, Santana snagged a flower from one of the center pieces. It was cute, but nothing fancy, just a daisy. The girl took a deep breath before calmly tapping Brittany on the shoulder. She couldn't believe Tim would stand her up and invite her to a little kid dance. She would kill him when she found him.

"May I have this dance?"

I wanna tell you

How much

I love you

Brittany looked up. Sparkling ocean blue eyes lit with recognition, surprise, and love. Deep unhindered and abounding love. Santana couldn't help but smile widely as she realized how much Brittany really did love her.

"Yes."

Do you remember

When we met?

That's the day

I knew you were mine.

The blonde took the flower and tucked it behind her ear before taking Santana's offered hand. They walked to the middle of the dance floor. Brittany's arms wrapped easily around Santana's neck while the brunette pulled her close by the waist. Their bodies naturally meshed together as they swayed back and forth. The girl in the beautiful orange dress allowed herself to be led around the dance floor by a shorter girl dressed like a boy in suspenders. Nothing could be more perfect.

I wanna tell you

How much

I love you

Santana sung softly in Brittany's ear to the music. The dance floor faded and they never noticed the parents softly calling their children away from the floor. Instead emboldened by the two girls dancing, a few of the other teens began to drag their partners to the center of the hall to finish out the slow song.

Come with me

My love

To the sea

The sea of love

I wanna tell you

How much

I love you

The song ended and the two girls pulled apart from each other. Brittany still smiling and Santana bit her bottom lip nervous that her girlfriend would be upset for busting in on the dance.

"Love you." The Latina mouthed in the space between them.

"Thank you." Brittany kissed her girlfriend lightly on the lips.

"You don't mind that I crashed?"

"Nope. You're the best part of any night especially when we get to dance."

"Wanna get out of here?"

"Yeah. Take me home?"

"Of course. I am a gentleman." Santana said with a smirk looking down at her outfit.

"A perfect gentleman." Brittany agreed then added playfully.

Santana laughed as she offered Brittany her arm. They linked up and proceeded to exit the building. She would deal with Tim later; right now the only thing that mattered was Brittany.


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