Quinn was wondering where Santana and Brittany had gone. She hadn't seen them since this morning. Now it was past lunch. She opened her locker to get her books for her next class when she finally found the note. An angry scream could probably be heard within a five mile radius. She immediately grabbed her cell phone and looked through her contacts until she found Santana's number. Of course, there was no answer. She stalked off down the hallway, not even bothering to watch where she was going as people leaped out of her way.

Santana and Brittany were making their way into the carnival. It wasn't exactly busy because it was school hours and a weekday. They walked slowly, as if they had all of the time in the world, with their hands held tightly to one another. Brittany points out various rides and prizes, just as excited as the first night. Santana still thinks it is amazingly adorable.

Santana makes sure they head in the right direction. As the tent comes into view, her heart sinks a little when she notices there is a sign hanging again. She gets discouraged immediately, she had really thought today was the day. They continue walking closer because Brittany still hasn't noticed. When they stand close enough to the tent, Brittany's face drops when she notices the sign.

PSYCHIC IS CURRENTLY WITH SOMEONE. PLEASE WAIT YOUR TURN.

Both girls brighten at the sign. Santana is very grateful she didn't just turn them away at first sight of it. They patiently wait outside of the tent. Santana sits down on the ground in a grassy spot and Brittany sits in between her outstretched legs. Santana wraps her arms around the darker girl and rests her chin on her girlfriend's shoulder as Brittany talks about random things.

After about ten minutes, a college-aged girl comes out of tent. She looks confused as hell and Santana has to stifle her laugh at the girl's scrunch up face. Then she remembers that it's their turn now.

Santana stands up and reaches down to help up her girlfriend. Brittany accepts the outstretched hand and doesn't let go once she has solid footing. Instead, she squeezes it tighter as they make their way to the tent's opening.

Esmeralda gives them an almost evil looking smile as they sit down in front of her. She had been expecting them. It was funny to see the changes, especially when the two people were complete opposites beforehand. She remembered an excited, smiley blonde and a scowling, grumpy brunette. It was a fun change to see the brunette looking around distractedly at the low lighting and "magical" things set up around the tent while the blonde glares daggers at her.

"Hello, we meet again."

"Damn right we do. What the hell was in that tea you gave us?"

"Whatever do you mean?" Esmeralda loved to play innocent. It frustrated the blonde even more.

"When me and B woke up the next day, we were switched. I was in this body-" she indicates to her pale form "and B was in mine." Santana gestured to Brittany.

"I see."

"That's all you can say? I see? Change us back afores I ends you!"

"Hey, Lil' Kim. Chillax, will you?" Santana was momentarily dazed by the unexpected nickname and the suddenly casual manner the psychic was using. Esmeralda got up and poured some mysterious liquid into two cups. She handed them to the two teenagers in front of her.

"What's this?" Santana was suspicious of what the psychic's plans were, after all, look what happened last time. She managed to stop Brittany from drinking whatever the liquid was before her question was answered.

"It's the anti-dote of course."

"How long will it take before it's effective?"

"Well, the fastest I've seen is five minutes, the longest I've seen is a week."

"A week?" Santana didn't know if she could handle a week.

"Well, that's only known cases. For all I know it doesn't work at all for some people because not everybody comes back after they reversed the...well reversal."

"Great...Together then, B?"

Brittany nods and they both tip back their glasses, chugging all of the liquid at once. It doesn't give them a great magical feeling or anything like that as Brittany was hoping and Santana had expected. It just gives them the same warm feeling like liquor does.

"Wait, is this vodka?" Santana asks.

"Yes."

"So all we had to do is go get drunk?"

"Well, it's a vodka mix with a special ingredient that speeds up the process. Alcohol is the original antidote."

"Well...that's surprising."

"Yeah, well, it had to be something that most people would eventually drink, just in case I never saw them again. I couldn't rightly have them stuck forever, could I?"

"So what if you switch people who do not drink alcohol." Now that they were getting fixed, hopefully, Santana was kind of intrigued.

"Oh please, honey. Do you really think that people would go their whole lives in a different body without trying to drown their sorrows once?"

"Is that the only way to break this...curse?"

"No. If one of the two die then its immediate reversal back. I prefer people do not use this way, though."

Santana shuddered at the thought of Brittany dying. She'd rather be stuck this way forever than have that happen. Then she had another thought.

"So you have no problem serving alcohol to minors?"

"Please. You two are cheerleaders and I'm guessing that it's not the first time you've had any, especially since you caught on right away."

"Sany, I don't feel so good." Santana looked to Brittany who looked like she was about to vomit.

"Is that a usual side effect?"

"Well for some of the more light-weights. I have no idea why, actually, unless she gets drunk off of one shot."

"No, but close." Santana watches her girlfriend with a worried expression.

"Why don't you go get her something to eat, that might help her out a little."

Santana nods at the psychic's suggestion. They did skip lunch so that is probably a factor. Santana was still wary of the psychic because when she came into the tent, she planned on kicking Esmeralda's ass. As soon as she sat down though, she was pretty chilled out and didn't harbor as much hate towards the crazy woman.

"Um...thanks. I think." Esmeralda just winks at Santana, causing the blonde to put an arm around her girlfriend and lead her out of the tent.

"Are we eating here, Sany?" Brittany was looking at the food booths they were passing as they made their way back to the car.

"Nope. I'll take you somewhere better." As much as she hated to admit it, Santana wasn't going to eat anything from this place after all of Quinn's info on food poisoning from carnivals. Why risk it now, although it would make the story more believable.

When they got back to the car, Santana wasn't even worried about switching back. She just wanted to get Brittany something to eat because she hated seeing the blonde look so sick and sad. Brittany hated being sick and when Santana sat in the drivers seat after having helped Brittany into hers, she leaned her head on her girlfriend's shoulder.

"I'm hungry, Sany."

"I know, babe. Where do you want to eat?"

"Italy."

Santana laughed. She knew that Brittany meant she wanted Italian food because pasta usually made her feel better when she had an upset stomach. Just another of the millions of ways Santana found her girlfriend absolutely adorable.

Before taking off, Santana heard a beeping noise. She looked into the cup holder and noticed her phone was beeping and had a blinking light going off. When she unlocked it, She had eight missed calls from Quinn and twelve text messages. She was just about to check them when Brittany gave a little groan out, and not the good kind. Santana quickly kissed the top of Brittany's head and decided Quinn could wait.

They went to a small family owned restaurant. Santana paid with her own money this time, she had already spent enough of Quinn's. Santana finished and started to look through the messages Quinn had left her as she waited for Brittany to finish as well.

"Take your time, B. There's no rush." Santana noticed that Brittany had tried to wolf down her spaghetti once Santana was finished. Brittany considerable slowed down to her normal pace after Santana's comment. It was nice to know that Santana would wait for her.

Quinn's messages ended up being various threats of punishment for taking her car. Santana wasn't too worried about it because as long as she had Brittany, she could take on anything.

A*N – So they got the antidote. Now the question is how long will it take?

For any of you who read my overprotective!Brittany one-shot "Don't Touch My Baby!" I added another chapter. This time post-baby so go ahead and read that if it tickles your fancy.

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