Pairing: Rachel/Brittany/Santana

Words: ±800

Notes: Same universe of 'Say a little prayer'

"That was my song!" Mercedes almost screamed. "What we are we going to do now?"

"Sing another," Santana shrugged. "What?" she asked seeing the incredulous looks on her teammates' face.

"I didn't prepare another song."

"Are you telling me that none of you have a song ready?" Santana couldn't believe to her ears. "Kurt?"

"It wouldn't be up to par," he shook his head.

"So you aren't even going to try? Anybody?" Santana looked around the room, as everyone looked down, uncomfortable.

"And get blamed when we lose?" Puck said what everyone else was thinking.

"But we'll lose anyway, if we don't have three songs."

They shrugged.

"No wonder you're such losers," Santana spit out.

"Santana!" Ms. Pillsburry reprimanded her. She had remained silent during the discussion because she felt it wasn't her place to talk, since she was just accompanying them as a favor for Mr. Schuester.

"It's true! They're just accepting that they're going to lose without even trying, as spineless—" Santana stopped, feeling an hand on her arm. "Sorry Brit," she apologized.

"Well, what's your genial plan?" Mercedes sneered, crossing her arms.

"I got it," Santana sneered back. "Leave it to me," she stood up, and left the room, Rachel and Brittany on her tail.

"What are you going to sing?" Rachel asked, once they found an empty spot to talk, her mind already coming up with suitable songs and arrangements.

"You mean, what are you," Santana looked at her. "Going to sing,"

"What?" Rachel spluttered.

"You're the best," Brittany agreed with Santana.

"But I—"

Santana put her hands on Rachel's shoulders. "If there's anyone who can do it, it's you."

"Yeah, your motto is 'Always be prepared'," Brittany nodded.

"That's the boy scouts' motto," Rachel corrected her, before turning to Santana. "I don't even know—"

Santana interrupted her. "What about that song you've been working on since you were four?"

"You want me to sing that?" Rachel was surprised. "It doesn't really fit with the other songs."

"Exactly. And it will blow them away," Santana sounded so sure that Rachel found herself nodding.

"I know that you can do it," the Latina looked straight in her eyes.

"You'll protect me if they get angry?"

"Let them try," Brittany growled.

Santana smiled, hugging her girls. "Yeah, like Brit said."

.

The New Directions headed to the backstage after two songs.

"Santana!" Mercedes hissed, grabbing her arm. "What are you doing here?"

"First of all, let me go," Santana removed Mercedes' fingers from her arm one by one. "If you don't want me to break them."

Mercedes obeyed, not wanting to tempt her.

"You shouldn't be here," Kurt sided up with his best friend.

"Really?" Santana raised an eyebrow.

"You're sab- sabo," Finn pointed his finger towards her.

"Sabotaging?" Santana supplied, smirking.

"Yes!" he yelled, even if it was muffled by Puck's hand on his mouth.

"Dude! Do you want everyone to hear?" the Mohawk said.

"You're sabotaging us?" Mercedes and Kurt exclaimed at the same time.

"I knew it, I said it from the start, but no, they," Mercedes started to rant.

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Santana silenced her with a murderous glare as she heard the opening notes.

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter

A smile took over Santana's face as she leaned back against Brittany, who had joined her as soon as she had heard the music and had wrapped her arms around Santana's waist and rested her head on the shorter girl's shoulder. Together they basked in the marvel that was their girlfriend's voice; they heard it every day, but they would never get tired of it.

"Rachel!" Ms. Pillsbury exclaimed when Rachel joined them as the standing ovation finally ended. "I never knew you could sing like that."

Nods went all around.

"I knew!" Brittany skipped to the brunette and planted a kiss on her lips, before spinning her around.

"Is Santana crying?" Kurt elbowed Mercedes.

"Do you want to die?" the girl whispered to him, because, damn, the girl was scary.

"San," Rachel opened her arms once Brittany put her down. They hugged, then Rachel leant back and dried Santana's cheeks with her thumbs. "Did you get something in the eye?" She asked softly, wanting to know if she had moved her girlfriend so much, but also not wanting to embarrass her by making her admit that she had shed tears.

"Your awesomeness."

"That's not a word," Rachel shook her head, smiling, falling back in their usual banter about language propriety and things like that.

"Would it be cheesy if I were to say that there are no words to describe you, so I need to make them up?"

"Yes," Brittany nodded.

"Okay," Santana shrugged. "I won't say it then," she smiled at Rachel, before leaning her forehead against Rachel's. "I'm so proud of you."

"I," whatever Rachel wanted to say went lost as both her and Santana yelped, feeling their feet leaving the floor. Brittany kept them lifted in the air for few seconds, before putting them down again, but she kept her arms around both girls. Yeah, being the taller and stronger one had advantages, the blonde smiled to herself.

"Brittany! Warn us before!"

"And where is the fun in that?"