Chapter 25
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Brittany is outside in the back yard working on the fence. She's been working on it for a few weeks now. It's starting to come together and finally look like a mural and not just a bunch of colors on a fence.
She takes a couple of steps back so she can review what she has painted so far. She turns up the music that is pulsing through her headphones. She steps back up to the fence, switching colors and picking up her paint brush again.
Everywhere I Go, Bitches always know. That Charlie Scene has got a weenie that he loves to show (bitch). Everywhere I Go, Bitches always know. That Charlie Scene has got a weenie that he loves to show.
Brittany spins the hat on her head around so that the bill is facing backwards. The song pumping through her veins making her feel extra 'bad'. With her thick flannel insulated shirt and cargo pants on to stay warm.
Wake up. Grab beer. Grab rear. Shave beard. Put on some scene gear. Gotta get drunk before my mom wakes up. Break-up with my girlfriend so I can bang sluts. I'm undead, unfed. Been sleeping on bunk beds. Since ten. So if I don't booze it, I'm gonna lose it. Everybody get to it, do it, get ruined.
Let's get this party started. Let's keep them 40's poppin. So just get buzzed and stay fucked up. We'll keep them panties droppin.
Let's get this party started. Let's keep them 40's poppin. So just get buzzed and stay fucked up. We'll keep them panties droppin.
Santana steps onto the back patio. She looks around the yard and smiles. It's cold outside. But that doesn't seem to stop Brittany. She's still outside working on the her mural. She makes her way across the yard to her.
When I start drinking. My dick does all my thinking. Hoes want to be scene with me. And I like their big thick titties. D-Cups with extra filling. Take it out let me lick it quickly. Calm down it's just a hickie. I'll blame it on this whisky sipping gets me tipsy. Drink fast and enjoy your buzz. Take back streets to avoid the fuzz. I wanna take you home but your friends won't let ya'. I got a 40 in my Ford Fiesta. Buy beer. Or pay the rent. My signing bonus was quickly spent. So I'll beat my meat like I'm a fuckin' butcher. And I'll punk the pussy like I'm Ashton Ku…
Brittany jumps about a foot in the air when she feels something touch her back. She spins around quickly and freezes, paint brush in hand.
Santana is standing there was wide eyes. "Sorry." She whispers. Brittany shakes her head and narrows her eyes. Santana points to her own ears.
"Oh." Brittany pulls out one of her ear buds with her free hand and smiles at Santana.
"You gonna attack me with that thing?" Santana nods at the paint brush that Brittany has brandished in her right hand.
"Sorry." The blonde mumbles and pulls the paint brush behind her back.
"Don't be." Santana can safely lean in now, without the risk of getting paint on herself, to give Brittany a peck on the lips. "Are you having fun out here?" She asks after their little hello kiss.
Brittany nods. "Yup. The only thing that's missing is a privacy tree house." Brittany grins like a goof. "So no one sees my work before it's finished." She adds.
"Britt, you don't need a tree house." She peeks around Brittany to see what the blonde has painted this afternoon. "You should be proud of what you have done, so far." She straightens back up.
Brittany is looking down at her feet. "Cuz I am." Santana lifts Brittany's chin with a finger. "It's great. Amazing even. I love it." She kisses Brittany again. This time longer. Soft and slow and gentle trying to show Brittany just how proud of her she is.
"Come inside." Santana requests. "It's cold out here."
"I'm okay. I was-" Santana cuts her off with another kiss.
"Please." Santana searches Brittany's eyes with her own. "You clean up out here and I will go in and make hot chocolate."
"I love hot chocolate." Brittany smiles like a little kid. All teeth and big eyes.
"I know you do."
"Okay. Give me five minutes." Brittany pulls the paint brush from behind the back and waves it in front of Santana's face.
"Don't get paint on me, Britt." Santana whines.
"I wouldn't." Brittany promises. "Don't wanna get your hot lawyer clothes all full of paint."
"I'm gonna go in and start, okay?"
"Okay."
Santana heads inside. First thing she does is start the fire in the fireplace. Next, she goes to the kitchen and start the water for the hot chocolate.
Brittany comes in the patio door and smiles at Santana. "Ready?"
"Almost. Why don't you go wait in the living room?" Santana tells her. Brittany rises an eyebrow to ask 'you sure?'. Santana nods. "Go."
Santana comes in after a minute with two mugs of hot chocolate. She hands them both to Brittany and sits down next to her. She pulls a blanket up over her and Brittany's legs.
Brittany waits for Santana to finish getting settled before handing her a mug. "Nice 'n' cozy."
"Mhm." Santana agrees.
They sip their hot chocolate in silence, snuggled together, warm and content.
"San?"
"Yeah, Britt.."
"This is perfect."
"It is, isn't it?" Santana sighs happily.
"Mhm."
"Santana, what about Thanksgiving? What are we gonna do?" Brittany asks sleepily from her spot curled into Santana's side. The hot chocolate and warm fire doing there trick and making her tired.
"I don't know, babe. We should probably make a plan. My parents will be flying in on Wednesday. They'll be here until they fly out on Sunday morning. I want you to stay here, with me, the whole time but if you have to spend a day or two with your family- I can't argue with that." Santana plays with Brittany fingers, absentmindedly, under the blanket.
"I want to be with you but- I have to have Thanksgiving with my dad and sister. Can you come with?"
"I'm afraid not. I have to have dinner with my parents." The lawyer frowns at the thought of being away from Brittany for Thanksgiving.
"Maybe you could do both. We could do both." Brittany shifts so she can see Santana's face.
Santana smiles down at her. "I don't think so. Not this year."
It's what Santana doesn't say that makes Brittany scoot up so she can place a gentle kiss to the brunette's cheek. "Okay." She says and resumes her position curled into Santana's side.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
The doorbell rings.
"Brittany put some pants on. Puck is here." Santana yells as she goes to answer the door. "Hey, Puckerman. How's it goin'?" She pulls him into a hug.
"Good. Got a good workout in this morning. I'm all good. How 'bout you?" Puck steps into the house and shuts the door behind him.
"I can't really complain." She shrugs.
"Okay. What's on tap for the afternoon? Is Brittany around?"
"Yeah. Why?" Santana questions.
"No reason really. So, where is she?" He asks as they walk into the living room.
"Don't know." She isn't going to tell him that before he showed up that Brittany was walking around the house in just a sweatshirt and her underwear. "Have a seat. I will go grab something to drink."
He does as he's told and sits down on the couch. He reaches for the remote control and clicks on the television and finds a college football game to watch.
Brittany slips down the stairs and into the living room. "Hi, Noah." Brittany says brightly and sits down on the opposite end of the couch from him.
"Hi, Brittany." He says without turning away from the television.
"Where's Santana?" She asks him. She expected to come downstairs and see the both of them sitting there watching tv.
"Kitchen, I think, getting some drinks."
"Hmm." Brittany hums and turns her attention to the game.
A few seconds later Santana comes in with a bottle of beer in each hand. "Here ya go, Puck."
Then- "Brittany." Santana screeches.
Puck looks from the tv to Santana then immediately follows her line of sight to the blonde. "Whoa." He breathes out.
"I thought I told you to put some pants on." Santana doesn't know which emotion she is feeling most at the moment. She doesn't want Puck seeing Brittany without any clothing on the lower half of her body. She doesn't want anyone to see Brittany in any state of undress, unless it's her of course.
"You're not my mother." Brittany counters. She flashes a smile at Puck quick before returning her attention to Santana. She is gonna mess with Santana a little, just to watch her squirm.
"But, we have company, Brittany." Santana adds. "You can't just walk around the house without any pants on."
"It doesn't bother me any." Brittany shrugs.
"I don't mind either." Puck pipes up.
"Shut it, Puckerman." Santana snaps.
"Brittany, please, go put some pants on." Santana practically whines.
Brittany finally gives in and releases Santana from her torment. "Okay, mom." She grins. She gets up from the couch and walks past Puck and up to Santana. "Calm down." She whispers in Santana's ear. She slaps Santana on the slap as she walks by, on her way upstairs.
"Does she do that a lot?" Puck ask as Santana flops down on the couch next to him.
"Yes." Santana huffs out. It's all sorts of frustrating for Santana at this point. Brittany had been pants less all morning and frankly it was starting to drive Santana a little crazy. And now to add to it she comes in when Puck is there and makes it even worse.
"Frustrating?" Puck smirks.
"Yes." Santana grinds her teeth together. 'You don't know the half of it.' She wants to say but knowing Puck she doesn't.
"So Brittany-" Puck starts as he goes to set up the balls. "-do you play?" He asks referring to the game of pool they are about to start.
She grins and winks at Santana behind Puck's back. "I do."
"So, I'm gonna guess that you and Santana have taken advantage of her pool table, then?" He stands up straight from where he was leaning over the table. He looks to the blonde waiting for an answer.
"You could say that." She side eyes Santana who is now standing next to her.
He catches it and raises an intrigued eyebrow but doesn't say anything. He has his suspicions and will keep an eye on them the rest of the night.
When Santana goes over to the bar to get Puck another drink that he requested, he goes to Brittany and whispers in her ear.
She nods in confirmation. "Yeah."
"Damn girl." He nearly shouts.
"Puck, what are you doing over there?" Santana asks. She knows he always goes looking for trouble.
"Nothing. I swear. I just asked Brittany a question, that's all." He defends himself.
"He didn't do anything wrong, San." Brittany helps him out.
Santana turns back to them and gives Puck the stink eye. He raises his hands in defense. "I'm innocent. I swear but-" He just can't keep his mouth shut. "it sounds like Brittany isn't."
Santana furrows her brow. "What?"
He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "I think you know what."
Santana's no dumby. She knows exactly what he is referring to. "Brittany." Santana scolds. "You told him. Now he's never gonna shut up about this."
"I didn't tell him. He guessed. I just told him that his guess was correct." Brittany shrugs.
"He guessed?" Santana can't believe it.
"Yeah." Brittany and Puck agree.
"I don't believe you two."
"It's true." Puck tries.
"So, you just happened to guess that Brittany and I had sex on the pool table." Santana yells and points to the pool table.
"Huh, no. I just guessed that you guys did it. Not that- on the pool table- wow." Puck wraps his head around Santana's confession.
The lawyer's face flushes.
"Santana, come over here." Brittany calls Santana over. She knows Santana is upset. She needs to calm her down before things get any worse. She pulls Santana over to the opposite side of the room from where Puck is. "It's okay." She wraps Santana up in a tight hug. "It's not a big deal. It's just Puck."
"That's the problem. It's Puck. He's going have a field day with this information. I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have said that. He baited me right into it. I knew he was up to something." Santana rambles.
"Do you want me to talk to him?" Brittany offers.
Santana shakes her head into Brittany's chest. "No." She whispers. "It's okay. I just need to- to- suck it up."
"Alright. If you insist." Brittany pulls back and looks into Santana's dark eyes. Santana bites her bottom lip and nods.
"Puckerman." Santana shouts as she turns back towards him.
"Yeah?"
"I would like you to meet someone." Santana grabs Brittany by the hand and they walk back over to the pool table. Puck gives Santana a half curious half apologetic smile. He knows what she's about to do. "This is my girlfriend, Brittany."
Puck, playing along, holds out his hand for Brittany to shake. "Nice to meet you, Brittany." He smiles that doofus smile of his.
Brittany giggles. "Nice to meet you too, Puck."
Santana rolls her eyes and the both of them. "Quit mocking me guys."
"Sorry." Brittany and Puck says in unison.
"How about another game?" Puck points to the pool table with his thumb.
"Okay." Brittany nods. "Me and Santana against you."
He smirks. "Deal." He racks the balls. "But, I don't think I will ever look at this pool table the same again." That earns him a smack on the arm from Santana.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Brittany is making dinner for her and Santana. She doesn't know how to make fancy meals or anything with a confusing recipe so she opts for something simple that she knows Santana will like.
She has been planning this out for a few days. She has something important to tell Santana. Brittany thought that it would be nice to do over a yummy dinner and turn it into something.
The food is all ready to go. The table is set. The lights are dimmed. Two candles are lit on the table. She is just waiting for Santana to get home from work.
"What's all this, Brittany?"
"Dinner." She smirks.
"Okay. The fancy place settings- were did you find all of this stuff. I don't think I've ever seen it before. Do I even own this stuff?" Santana looks at the table and around the room. "And the candles? It seems sort of-"
"Romantic?" Brittany finishes. She twists back and forth in her spot at the head of the table. "Sit down. I made dinner. I hope you like it. Just sit down and I will bring everything over."
Brittany slips back into the kitchen and pulls the garlic bread out of the oven and gets the spaghetti and sauce and brings them all back to the table.
"Spaghetti." She says as she sets the food down on the table. "I'm sorry it's not fancy but I can't do fancy."
Santana stops and stares at the spaghetti and then stares up at Brittany. "Don't be sorry, I love spaghetti. So, what is all of this for?"
Brittany shrugs and takes her seat next to Santana. "I have something to tell you. Good news, I guess, you could say."
"Well, what is it?" Santana asks. Now that she's knows something is up she wants to know. No beating around the bush for her.
"I was hoping we could enjoy dinner first but- I know you will be anxious the whole time if I don't tell you." Brittany scoops some noodles onto Santana's plate for her. "I have decided to take a night class at the college."
"What? Really? That's great Britt." Santana nearly jumps out of her chair.
"Yeah. I just wanted to have dinner and tell you and kind of- celebrate it." She shrugs and looks down at her plate. "Is it too much?"
"What? No." Santana takes Brittany's hand. "Look at me." Brittany does. "I was just surprised when I saw all of this." She gesture to the room. "The table and candles and you made dinner. I was just- I don't know."
She looks away from Brittany for a second before locking eyes once more. "But, it's great. You did all of this and I love it." It sounds similar to something else.
"Yeah?" Brittany asks weakly.
"Yeah. Promise." Santana smiles and it makes Brittany smile too. "Now let's eat?" Brittany nods and takes her hand back so she can eat.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Santana is sitting in her office, at work, milling over her case files when there is a knock at the door.
"Yes." She says automatically.
Linda peeks her head in the door. "Sorry to interrupt Ms. Lopez but there is a detective here that says he needs to speak with you. He doesn't have an appointment should I tell him to make an appointment and come back?"
"What's his name?"
"Sam Evans."
Santana's head shoots up from her papers. "Send him in." She hopes she's not going to regret that decision.
A few seconds late Sam slips into the room.
"Close the door." Santana snips at him
"Hello, to you too, Santana."
"Have a seat." She points at the chair across from her. "Why are you here?"
"Why are you being so- hostile?" He shoots back.
She frowns and look down to her lap. "I just- I- I'm sorry. I just didn't appreciate the way that you treated Brittany during your investigation, I guess."
"I was just doing my job. And how did you know what I was here to talk about?" He questions. This conversation isn't going the way that he thought it would.
"I didn't really."
"Well, I'm here to let you know that I am looking into other suspects in that case." He looks away from her and out the window.
"Oh, really now."
"Yeah." He snaps his attention back to her. "I was wrong, okay. I will admit that now. I have a few new leads to investigate and hopefully they will lead to something more."
"Well, in that case, I hope you find whoever did it-" She adds. "-for Brittany's sake."
Sam gives her a questioning eye. "Yeah."
"I care what happens with my client's cases, okay."
"I never said you didn't, Santana." Sam stands. "I just wanted to come by and let you know. And if something happens I will let you know, again." He turns to leave.
"Thank you, Sam." She knows he didn't have to stop by and tell her. She feels a little ashamed at how she treated him knowing now that he didn't intentionally do anything wrong. He was just doing his job. And plus, Sam doesn't have an evil bone in his body. It was just the circumstances.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
"Ready to go?" Santana asks as Brittany finally makes it downstairs.
"Yep. Can we take the Camaro?" The blonde asks.
"Uh- I guess."
"It'll be awesome. Two hot chicks in a hot classic car. I don't know how that could not be awesome."
Santana giggles. "Let's go."
Santana drives them to the other side of town. Brittany grins like an idiot the whole time. "I love this." She comments a few times during their journey. "Where are we going?" The blonde asks finally.
"Well, I know it's super lame but a movie and dinner?"
"It's not lame. Nothing that involves you is lame." Brittany reaches for her hand and holds it between hers in her lap.
"Did you enjoy the movie?" Santana asks as they leave the theater.
Brittany nods. "Loved it. Thank you."
"For what?" Santana asks, confused.
Brittany giggles her response. "For taking me, silly."
"Oh." Santana blushes. 'Duh. I really am a love drunk idiot today." She thinks as Brittany leads her to the car.
"Britt, my parents are coming on Wednesday." She tells Brittany while they wait for their meals.
"I know."
"Yeah, but, like, is that okay?" Santana plays nervously with her own hands. She's not really sure why she's nervous. It might be because her parents are coming. It might be because her parents are coming and Brittany lives with her now. It might just be because of the holiday stress. It might be a combination of all of those things.
"Yeah, it's okay. Why wouldn't it be?" Brittany wonders curiously.
"I don't know. Is it weird?"
"Nope." Brittany shrugs.
"Oh." Santana whispers.
"Santana?" Brittany has a thought.
"Yeah?"
"Are you nervous about me meeting your parents?"
Santana is quiet for a few seconds and finally looks up to Brittany. "I think so." That's why she's nervous.
"Don't worry." Brittany reaches across the table and wiggles her fingers at Santana. The Latina lifts her hands from her lap and sets them on the table top. Brittany wraps them up immediately. "I will charm the pants off of them." She winks at Santana.
Santana looks away. "Britt." She breathes.
"Don't worry about it. It will be perfectly fine. I've never met a person that hasn't liked me." Brittany says.
Santana turns back to her and looks at her like she's ridiculous. And maybe she is. "Cocky, much?" Santana raises a challenging eyebrow.
"Confident." Brittany tells her firmly. "All you need is confidence, baby." Santana rolls her eyes. "Hey, don't roll your eyes at me. That's how I got you." Brittany reminds her.
"Fine. Fine, but please don't charm them so much that they actually take off their pants." A shiver runs through Santana at the thought.
"No worries. The only person that I actually want to charm the pants off of is you." Brittany squeezes Santana's hand to emphasizes her point. "Just you."
Santana stares at her with a dopey smile.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Her parents are coming today so she decided to take the day off. The rest of the week off actually. They called her once they landed and said they're getting a rental car and driving over. That was a half an hour ago.
"Brittany." She calls through the house after she looks at the clock for the millionth time.
Brittany appears as she slides across the kitchen floor in her socks. "What?"
"They're coming." Santana breathes out as she stares off into space.
Brittany ignores what Santana just said. "Why are you so stressed out about this?" She slides over to where Santana is standing and wraps her arms around her from behind.
Santana shrugs. "I don't know. I just am." To her it's feels bigger than someone just meeting her parents. It's Brittany that is meeting her parents. Brittany. Her former client and then roommate and now girlfriend. The girl- no- woman that turned her life upside down last spring. Who showed her things she had never seen before. To feel things she has never felt before. So, yeah, it feels so much bigger than that.
Brittany kiss her just below her ear. "Don't worry." She whisper. "It will be fine."
"How can you always say that?" Santana counters.
"Because I know it will be. It'll be great. You'll see. Have I ever said that and it wasn't fine?" Brittany asks her knowing the answer she will get.
"No." Santana groans.
"Okay. So, trust me, it will be fine." She kisses her again.
"But-"
The doorbell rings and Santana freezes in Brittany's arm. "Should I get that or-" Brittany teases.
"NO." Santana nearly shouts. She lurches out of Brittany's arms and spins around to face her. "Stay here." She tells her in a whisper.
Brittany nods. "Okay."
Santana goes to answer the front door. She puts on her best smile and pulls the door open. "Hello." She says around what she hopes is a bright welcoming smile.
"Santana." Her mother pulls her into her arms. "We've missed you." She mumbles into Santana's hair.
"I missed you guys too."
Her mother lets her go and her father pulls her into a tight hug. "How are you?"
"Good." She smiles and pulls back. "Come in."
"I'll just bring our bags up to the spare room." Her dad tells them.
Santana flinches. 'Shit.' "No, I'll do it."
"Santana, I can do it myself." He lifts the bags and heads for the stairs.
Santana watches as he moves, dreading what he will find in that spare room. The same spare room with all of Brittany's stuff. But before he can take the first stair a flash of blonde stops him in his tracks.
Santana panics and freezes in her spot. Brittany is standing directly in front of Mr. Lopez on the bottom step with her hand held out. "Hi, I'm Brittany. Mr. Lopez, I presume."
He eyes her curiously but nods. He puts the suitcase in his right hand down so he can shake her hand. "Santana, did you adopt an orphan or something?" He asks dryly.
She shakes her head but he can't see it with his back turned to her. "Santana?" Her mother questions from her side.
She slowly turns to face her mother. "What?"
"Who is that girl?" Her mom asks.
"Brittany." Santana breathes.
"We gathered that much."
Brittany skips from Mr. Lopez over to Santana's mother. "Hi, I'm Brittany." She extends her hand.
"Maribel." She says as she shakes Brittany's hand.
Brittany nudges Santana in the side. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" She stage whispers to Santana. She smiles and winks at Mrs. Lopez. The older Lopez woman smiles back.
"Brittany." Santana whispers.
Her father comes over. "Santana, would you like to explain what this lovely girl is doing in our home."
Her attention flickers to her father. She looks from him to her mother. They are waiting for her with patient smile across their faces. She sees their smiles and realizes that this is going to be okay. She smiles back at them and turns to Brittany. She looks down and takes her hand in her own. Brittany smiles now too. "See." Brittany mouths
"Mom, dad, this is my girlfriend Brittany." Santana explains.
"Oh, my." Maribel exclaims and brings her hand to her chest. "It's very nice to meet you Brittany."
"Now that that's settled I'm gonna bring our suitcases upstairs." He says without another thought.
"You can't." Santana tells him.
"Why not?" He raises an eyebrow at her.
"Because you can't use that room. You have to use the one across the hall."
"And why is that?" He asks.
"Cuz that's Brittany's room." Santana mumbles.
"What?" Both of her parents ask.
"I will explain it all over dinner just go put your things in the other room and I'll order take out." Santana instructs.
They are all sitting around the kitchen table. Santana had ordered Chinese and passed around the food. Now that everyone is just about done eating and the discussion that Santana had put off is drawing closer by the second.
It's not that she doesn't want to talk about it. It's just complicated. It would be so much easier to just say 'this is Brittany she is my girlfriend end of story'. But it's not that easy. She knows her parents will want all of the details, especially her mother.
Everyone has seemed to get along so far. Which Santana assumes is a good thing. Her parents were making small talk with her and Brittany throughout dinner. The weather, Florida, Santana's current cases, news stories, the latest family gossip- that sort of thing.
And then it's time. "So, Santana, weren't you going to tell us about you and Brittany here." Her mother points at Brittany with a fork.
"Yes." She takes a drink from her water to prepare herself. She looks next to her to Brittany. Brittany reaches, under the table, and squeezes her knee.
"I will start at the beginning, I guess." Santana mumbles.
"Is this a long story, should I take a bathroom break first, should I get my pajamas on and grab a pillow?" Mr. Lopez jokes dryly.
"Dad." Santana warns. "No. Just listen, please."
"Okay, Santana, tell us. How did you girls meet?"
Santana smiles at that. She wraps her hand around Brittany's on her knee and clears her throat to begin.
"I met Brittany back in May. I was-"
"May. Why are we just hearing about this now?" Her mother interrupts.
"Just listen. I met Brittany in May. I went to work one day and was assigned a new case. A murder case."
"Oh, you told us a little about that. How did that go?" Her dad interrupts this time.
"Just listen, please." Santana begs. "I was assigned a new case and went down to the jail to meet my new client. I walk in and there is this blonde woman sitting there in a orange jump suit."
"Wait, wait, wait." Her mother says. "So Brittany was your murder client?"
Brittany and Santana both nod. "I began meeting with her regularly, prepping for the trial, I got to know her, she constantly flirted with me, and tried to embarrass me whenever she could. She made me see the world differently. I knew that she was 100 percent innocent. How could someone so positive and bright and- and- how could she murder someone." Santana turns to Brittany and smiles like a kid in a candy store. "Obviously, we won the case and she was released from jail. Long story short, she went to live with her dad in the next town over but couldn't find a job. So, I proposed that she move in with me, as just friends, and get her old job back. Well, that didn't last very long and we've been dating for a few weeks now."
"Wow." Maribel breathes out. "That's quite the love story." Everyone freezes. "Sorry." Mrs. Lopez mumbles. "I didn't mean-"
"No. It's okay. It's fine." Santana uses Brittany's words. "It is quite the love story. I love her." She swivels around in her chair so that her whole body is facing Brittany. "You are beautiful and amazing and strong and brave and funny and confident and I love you."
Brittany cheeks lift as her smile grows bigger and bigger. She looks Santana straight in the eyes. "I love you too." She leans forward and crashes their lips together. One hand circling around to Santana's neck to pull her in closer, to hold on to her.
Mr. Lopez clears his throat and they pull apart. "Sorry dad." Santana mumbles her eyes never leaving Brittany's face.
"Don't be sorry. Just- we're at the dinner table." He tells her. Santana nods absentmindedly at his words. Her attention focused solely on the woman in front of her.