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David's POV (Look who's switching it up!)

"SANTANITAAAA!" I screamed picking my niece up off the floor and twirling her around.

"Tio!" she said reciprocating the hug, then realization dawned on me and I set her down.

"You missed me didn't you?" Santana's face changed for a tenth of a second before it switched back to its usual stoic-ness. Except this look looked more...forced?

"No..." she said shyly but an uncharacteristic smile creeped its way onto her face.

"You so did!" I said poking her stomach causing her to burst into laughter.

"S-stop i-it!" She protested trying to slap my hands away.

Suddenly the door opened and in walked in my neighbor.

"Oh. Sorry to interrupt, I was just helping Santana with her bags..." Brittany said.

"Nonsense girl! You weren't interrupting anything." I abandoned my niece to help her friend with her bags.

"Honestly Santana? You made her bring your bags in?" I said shaking my head.

"She insisted! I didn't ask!" Santana said quickly," See Britt I told you," she tried to look angry but I could she was just teasing her. The blonde blushed bashfully.

"Sorry, I just like to take care of you..." it was Santana's turn to blush. I could tell they were having some sort of moment and frankly it was getting a little awkward for me.

"I'll just uh...take these up to your room San," I might as well have been talking to the couch because I got no answer from my niece as she continued to stare at her friend.

Hmm...I wonder...

The curious teenage boy that still resided inside me convinced me to listen in on their conversation.

"You think he noticed anything different?" Santana asked after a couple of seconds, probably to make sure I was gone.

"I think that he noticed me undressing you with my eyes if that's what you mean..." Brittany grumbled. I could hear the worry in her voice," I can't help it you're just so beautiful."

"Britt- Britt..." There was a long pause in their conversation and I could probably guess what they were doing.

Feeling guilty I crept up the stairs quietly, it all made so much sense! The way Santana looked at her and the way she looked back. And now with all the smiling and longing looks, she had hardly been home for 10 minutes and I knew that something had changed. Even for the past few weeks I saw the fleeting looks they gave each other when the other wasn't looking.

I couldn't help the swell of pride in my chest. Had my little Santanita finally found someone worth sticking to?

Making a big scene of coming down the stairs so they would know I was coming I entered the living room just in time to see both their hands quickly retract to their sides. Seriously? Way to be subtle. I gave you a warning!

"So how was the trip?" I asked, knowing it was a good to decision to pretend like I had not seen a thing.

"It was great but I missed solid ground. I still feel like I'm on a boat."

"It's the sea legs, it'll go away soon I promise," Brittany assured her.

"Well if you promise..." They got lost in each other again and before they did something they would regret I interjected,

"So Brittany are you staying for dinner?" She kept looking at Santana before she finally dragged her eyes to me.

"Um...no sorry. Thank you though. My parents are expecting me, so uhh...I should go," she explained reluctantly.

"I'll walk you to the dock," Santana said quickly. Brittany bit her bottom lip and nodded," K. Bye Mr. M."

"Bye Brittany!" I said waving as they walked out the door. I sighed, time to have the talk with Santana...

Santana's POV

As soon as the door closed our hands found each other.

"It's going to be tough not having you by my side tonight..." I sighed.

"Don't remind me," Brittany pouted.

"Just look forward to our date tomorrow? Mmkay?"

"Trust me, it's been on my mind since I met you..." she slipped," I- I mean..." she tried to back pedal but it was no use.

"B don't worry, I couldn't stop thinking about you either..." we were at her boat now and I leaned in to give her a goodbye kiss.

"I'll pick you up at 8:00 alright?"

"In the morning?" she asked, obviously surprised.

"Mmhmm," I said nodding mischievously.

"San, you don't have to get up that early for me, I know you're not exactly an early riser."

"Britt please, I would do anything for you." I told her that because one, I meant it and wanted her to know it and two, to see that smile on her face.

"Okay then...can you tell me what we're doing?"

"Nope, it's a surprise."

"Well then how will I know what to wear?"

"Hmm..." I thought," Here's a hint: Don't be afraid to get dirty."

"...what kind of dirty are we talking here San?"

"The kind that you don't wear your best dress and heels." I could tell I had piqued her curiously.

"Okay...I can't wait."

"Me neither, no go home! I need to prep for our date!"

"San! Please don't go through to much trouble!"

"Wouldn't you do the same for me?" I countered, hoping the answer was yes.

"But- that's completely different!"

"Why is that?" I watched as she struggled for an answer.

"Mhm, that's what I thought."

"Fine..." she huffed," You better not be late..." I kissed her cheek, erasing the frown from her gorgeous face.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

When I walked into the house my uncle had the table all set up with steaming hot empanadas in the center.

"Looks delicious Tio..." I praised, sitting down.

"Listen Santana, we need to have a talk."

Uh- oh. When was that phrase ever good?

"Am I in trouble?" I asked trying to figure out what I had possibly done to make him mad.

"No, you're not in trouble."

"Okay so what is it?" He was worrying me now.

"It's about Brittany." Instinctively I tensed up, did he know?

"I'm really glad you have found someone Santanita, I am. You're mom would be so proud of you. And yea of course I know, you two are about as subtle as a nun at an adult video store."

Okay we were NOT that bad!

"You were, San. Really." Had I said that out loud?

"Look Tio, if you tell me I can't see her anymore I'm not going to listen to you. She's to important to me," I told him truthfully.

"Oh god no! You really think I would do that to you, please." He rolled his eyes and scowled, we were related alright.

"All I'm saying is that you should be careful. I have no trouble with you being gay but a lot of people in this town DO- especially her parents. I just don't want either of you to get hurt."

I looked at him astounded, I was lucky to have him, I really was. Hopefully I would be this smart and understanding when/if I become a parent. Uncle D would make a wonderful father, but for now I'm glad I didn't have anyone to share him with.

"Don't worry. I know, maybe one day she will be able to come out but for now I am perfectly happy with just having her."

"Good, that's all that matters..."

"Hey Tio..."

"Mhmm?"

"Thank you."

"No problem Santanita."

Dinner was significantly less heavy as we talked about the trip and Fourth of July.

"Oh by the way, can I borrow your car? I need it for our first date tomorrow!"

"What? Santana Lopez going on an actual DATE? Who are you and what have you done to my niece!"

"Ugh, is that a yes or a no?"

"What's the magic word?"

"Pleeeeease," I forced out.

"Okay okay here," he threw me the keys.

"Thanks, I'm just going to make a couple phone calls and get ready for bed."

"What? But it's only 9:00 don't you want to play some wii sports with your uncle?"

"Sounds enticing REALLY, but I have to pick up Britt at 8:00 tomorrow- DON'T say anything!" I said quickly, knowing some witty retort was about to come out of his mouth.

"Okay...have fun tomorrow San." I started for the stairs," Remember to use protection!" I threw my hand behind my back and flipped him off.

Finally in my room after hearing him laugh I dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, is everything set up for tomorrow?"

"Yup, all set."

"Awesome."

Brittany's POV

"Honey! How was the trip?" my dad said greeting me with a brief hug.

"Great Dad, I had a really fun time!"

"Yeah well you smell terrible, go upstairs and shower, dinner will be ready when you're done," my mother demanded. Yup I did not miss that. What I missed was Santana, I had spent the whole week with her and I had just seen her half an hour ago and I already longed to see her again. Was that unhealthy?

"Yes mom..." I grumbled. As much as I didn't want to take a shower just because my mom told me too I had to admit it did feel incredible. After blow-drying my hair and tying it into a loose bun I made my way downstairs where a huge pot of steamed clams and fish waited for me- my favorite.

"I decided to cook your favorite for your homecoming!" my dad revealed. Before I could open my mouth to thank him my mom opened hers,

"Wasn't that sweet of you dear? Brittany, thank your father for the wonderful meal!" I glared at her as she looked at my dad but smiled at him.

"Thank you Daddy, it looks delicious."

"Your welcome sweety."

We ate in awkward silence, as per usual. My dad was the one to break the ice this time.

"So, what are my two favorite ladies going to be doing tomorrow?"

"Well I have a town counsel meeting tomorrow for the Carnival and I expect both of you to volunteer!"

"Right umm, I wanted to ask you about that... is there anyway I could do another job? Y'know, instead of the Kissing Booth?" I never liked kissing person after person for hours but this year especially I dreaded it. There was only one pair of lips I wanted to be kissing.

"But Brittany! That's the most popular booth! Do you know how much money you raise?" That's always what it was about. Money, status, her reputation- anything but my emotions. She just wanted two young, hot, girls to attract all the perverted men in the county. I know this for a fact because last year she sad my jeans and crew cut t-shirt weren't revealing enough. I'm not lying, she actually said that, and she won't let me hold hands with Santana in public.

Fucked up.

"I know but-"I started to argue, but of course she already had a rebuttal before I even spoke.

"And what about Quinn? I'm sure she wouldn't like it very much if you ABANDONED her." I sighed, I should have known from the beginning I wasn't going to win this battle.

"Yeah you're right. I'll do it for Quinn." As much as Quinn loved me I knew she'd be mad if I left her there to fend for herself.

There was more awkward silence before my dad saved the day yet again," You never answered my question Britt."

It took me a second to remember what it was in the first place.

"Oh umm, I'm hanging out with Santana tomorrow." My mother scoffed loudly,

"Don't you see that girl enough?"

No, I don't that's the problem. I wanted her around every second.

"We're just hanging out..." I lied. She would flip her shit if she found out about us.

"Well 'hang out' any more and people will start to get suspicious. We have a reputation to uphold Brittany," she warned me.

"Yeah mom. I know."

"Well good, just think about your actions before you do anything stupid." Like what? Punch you in the face? Because that's what I wanted to do right now," Now hurry up and get these plates cleaned, I'm getting ready for bed." Ceremoniously she set our hand knitted napkins on the table and disappeared upstairs. Angrily I gathered the dishes,

"You finished with that?" I asked my dad, my tone portraying my emotions.

"Yes Britt, thank you." I picked them up and brought them to the sink letting them clatter loudly before I started scrubbing them hard. We had a dishwasher but my mom said that it would 'build character'. Fuck that, she just wanted to see me work.

I felt a hand on my arm and I immediately tensed.

"Let me do them tonight," my dad offered.

"No, it's fine," my voice shaking with rage," you know she's just going to get mad at me if she sees you doing my job."

"Brittany. Let me do them." He tugged at my hand again and I let him.

"You know she means well..."

"No, I don't think I do."

"Brittany she loves you."

"Right," I scoffed, there was no way in hell you could treat someone you LOVED the way she treated me," Thanks for tonight dad. I missed you, g'night."

"Night Brittany."

This morning I had actually set an alarm, just in case my body decided to betray me and make me sleep in and miss my date with Santana.

My date with Santana.

I love how that sounds.

At promptly six o clock I was in the shower. I know she said that we were going to get dirty (hopefully both ways) but I couldn't help it, I wanted to be perfect for her. I was so nervous too. You think after all the time we'd spent together I would be perfectly calm but no, I was tripping balls right now and no matter what I did I couldn't get my heart to stop beating right up to the moment I answered the door.

She wasn't wearing anything extravagant but my heart stopped beating nonetheless. She was dressed in tight (and shoooort) denim shorts that just made her legs...wow. And the white V-neck shirt really did her boobs (and her Leopard print bikini [Did she WANT me to stare all day?]) justice. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a headband that matched her swimsuit, causing her bangs to fall cutely o her forehead. How could someone look so sexy and cute in the simplest outfit?

"Hi B," she greeted, smirking," You look great." I looked OKAY, at best. At least compared to her. I couldn't even compliment her because I was stuck staring like an idiot.

"Erm- uhh. Yeah," I mentally slapped myself, smoooooth Britt," I mean you look good too- awesome really."

"Thanks. You ready to go?" I nodded, not trusting my voice. Knowing my parents were long gone I slipped my hand in hers and tugged her towards me for a kiss but a hand on my chest forced me back.

"No kissing on the first date, that's just not classy," she teased. You've got to be kidding me, we practically had sex on the floor of my boat! Fine, two can play at that game.

I leaned in and brushed my lips over her ear," Does that mean I get a second date?" I whispered in her ear, I heard her breath hitch and smiled to myself. Then I felt her slide her hand up the back of my shirt and I shuddered under her touch.

"We'll see how this one goes first," she whispered back. One thing that had become apparent to me was that Santana was a much better seductress when we were alone. I haven't decided if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Suddenly she was walking away from me swinging her hips with a purpose.

"You coming or not Britt- Britt?"

Oh I was definitely coming.

A/N2: I know, I'm a tease:/ Next chapter will be up soon! Oh and on a different note, when Britt and San actually do have sex have raunchy do you want it to be on a scale of 1-10? (10 being, 'holy shit I just jizzed in my pants' and 1 being a passive 'oh and they mad love and it was the best night ever.') I don't mind writing either one but I'd like to know your guys' opinion.

Also, if one of you guys REALLY likes this story can you do me a favor and post it on tumblr? Somebody recommended I do that but Social Networking doesn't like me...please?

Last thing, does anyone actually read the author notes? Just wondering...