I own nothing but the plot. Can you imagine if I did own Brittana though? Wow. Glee would be a much better (read: raunchier) show.

Brittany and I had rode half way back to the ranch before she'd spotted some pretty flowers and insisted on picking them for her mother's grave. I hadn't noticed it during my stay but it was in the back garden of the Pierce's house, and Brittany told me she'd go visit it every night after patrol and our nightly walks.

I watched as she picked flowers of three different colours before looking satisfied and lying them in one of the pouches on her saddle.

"Did you ever have any siblings, Brittany?" I ask her out of nowhere, thinking about her family.

"I had a sister, but she died when she was just a baby. Happened before I was born," she comes and sits next to me, leaning against the thick tree. "I have a brother, but now he's in some fancy town in the East. Some fancy banker, the last we heard of him."

"You must be proud," I trail my fingers over her hand and see the goosebumps rise up her arms.

"Sure, I'm proud. My father is, too." She leans her head back against the trunk and looks up at the leaves of the tree, the birds jumping over the branches. "But when I think of him, all dressed up like a sore toe, I fear a little for his soul."

"Not every man who turns to that kinda work is corrupt, Brittany. If he was raised by your father, I'm sure he's an honest man."

"Maybe," she sighs. "He switched his saddle for a tie, and that's just fine. But I never met a man in a tie I could trust."

"You might be surprised," I smile at her, lacing my fingers through hers. "When you're a big movie star and baskin' in the glory, you won't be workin' on these here ranches, Britt. You'll be livin' it up in the East too. Leavin' us poor ranch hands far behind."

"Now that ain't true and you know it," she laughs and I smile bigger at the sound. "I'd never leave you behind, you know that. And father is as stubborn as a mule but he'd come eventually. Sell the land to someone honest, one of the ranch hands or the Changs now they've got a family to raise," she shrugs. "Take off and live over there, reunited with Tyler, my brother, and live with enough money to die happy."

"And have all the men and women this side of the world fall over their feet, tryin' to get to you," I snort as the image crosses their mind. "Can you imagine? You'd be a star; people would pay to get your name in writin'."

"They can fall over their feet all they want, Miss Lopez. I've only got eyes for one person," she smiles and sighs dreamily. "That man who owns the movie house," she places a hand over her heart and smiles goofily, looking lovestruck. "My God, weren't he just the most beautiful thing you ever laid your eyes on?" She laughs at the look on my face and squeals when I move to sit on top of her, my legs on either side of hers as she sits up against the tree.

"Maybe we should go back to the City. Tell him to telegram you sometime and make you happy on those lonely nights."

She giggles and shakes her head. "Oh my, can you imagine?" Her face lights up. "I'd get free passes to the motion pictures though. Hey, let's go back," she winks and I growl at her, my arms coming down to rest on her waist.

"I'm gonna give you three seconds to take that back, Brittany," I whisper and she smiles cheekily at me.

"Or what, San? You gonna-"

I cut her off and start tickling her sides and she shrieks at the sensation, trying to move me off her. "Oh God, stop," she pleads between laughs. "I promise I was jokin'." She carries on laughing and I stop the next time she asks.

"I know," I tell her quietly and she wipes away a tear of mirth. "I just wanted an excuse to get closer to you."

"Well, Santana Lopez," she drawls out. "What made you think you needed an excuse?" Her hands slide around the back of my neck and she smiles up at me, pulling me down closer to her. "I thought we'd established we need no questionin' the matter," she breathes out against my lips.

"I know," I whisper back, my eyes searching hers. I give in to the urge to kiss her and close the small gap between us, gentle kisses soon turning into hungrier ones.

Brittany and I had been sharing small kisses from time to time. Little, chaste ones that never gone further than the definition of 'sweet', but we both knew there was something building up behind them. The past few times we'd kissed there'd been some gentle tugging of the clothes when we'd both broken it off at the same time, before going on with our daily tasks.

My hands are still resting on the dip of her waist and I trail one up to cup her face, ghosting along the sides of her breast as I do so. I feel more than hear her breath hitch and I smile into the kiss, biting gently on her lip before soothing it with my tongue.

Her mouth opens against mine the instant she feels my tongue against her lips and I moan quietly at the sensation. This is the first time we've shared such a kiss and I couldn't have picked a more perfect time, with the date we'd been on and the meaningful conversation we'd shared.

I slide my tongue against hers and feel the rumble of her moan at the contact. Brittany was a damn good kisser. Either Mr Hummel had lied to me during the first week I was at the ranch and Brittany wasn't such the innocent, or she was a natural, her instincts perfect.

I break the kiss and hear a whine come from her that I smile at as I kiss her softly down her jaw line and onto her neck, nipping lightly at the skin there and licking a path back up to the back of her ear. She releases another moan and my eyes squeeze together tight at the sound as I press a kiss to the sensitive skin I find there. Brittany's hands slide from the back of my neck to cup my face on either side and she pulls my mouth back to hers, kissing me deeply and I return the kiss with unmatched enthusiasm.

We stay there for a few minutes before I reluctantly pull back, taking in the darkening skies around us. "Brittany," I whisper, and she nods at me to show that she's listening. "We should start headin' back to the ranch, it's gonna be sundown soon. She releases another whine and I laugh, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I know, baby."

She opens her eyes at that. "Baby?"

I smile shyly and nod, "yeah. If you don't mind, I mean." Brittany pulls me down for another kiss and I laugh quietly when we pull apart again. "I'll take that as a yes to 'baby'."

She giggles and nods. "I don't wanna let go of this moment," she says quietly and I sigh, knowing exactly how she feels. "But we should get back. Father said one of the other workers is gonna patrol tonight. Said we've been workin' hard and we need a break."

"Your father's a good man," I press another quick kiss to her lips before standing, using the trunk of the tree as leverage. "I'm honoured to be workin' for such a respectable family."

"Oh, stop," she raises her hands up to me and I take both of them, helping her to stand. "You already charmed the lady, San, you don't have to talk so honourably."

"Lady?" I quirk an eyebrow, and look around us. "I don't see no lady around here, Miss Pierce," I tell her jokingly, and she shoves me lightly. I take her wrists in my hands and pull her towards me gently, "I see a beautiful woman," I murmur and smile cheekily, "but no lady."

"I'll try and take that as a compliment, Miss Lopez," she laughs and jumps onto Mac's back, making sure the flowers are secure. "We should go though now, the sky's a nice shade of red, and the sun'll be gone completely within the hour." I mount Sirocco and I stroke the side of his face. "I'd race you back to the ranch," Brittany smiles cockily. "But I wouldn't want you sulkin' again like last time."

"I was not sulkin'," I mutter but smile as I hear her laugh. "Brittany," I say quietly, walking Sirocco to her so I can lean in close to her, my breath washing over her lips, close enough for a kiss. "You're on." I laugh as I take off in the direction of the ranch and she remains still for a few moments, processing what just happened.

"You can't go pullin' my own tricks on me!" Brittany laughs as she attempts to catch me up.

"I believe I just did," I call over my shoulder and urge Sirocco faster.

I was gonna win this race.