AN: I'm BACK! Thank you for your patience and for sticking with me. I thought about finishing this story at the end of this chapter and start a part 2 for this story since a lot of other stuff is going to happen. I had a whole new issue I wanted to write about and I felt like it would make this story run too long and run off in a different direction, so I wanted to turn it into a story of its own. But after thinking about it over and over... and over again, I decided to continue this story right here. What do you guys think?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Glee. I only like to read and now, write about it. :)

BreadStix – 5:30PM

By the time Thursday comes around, Santana has met with the director, a few writers, some crew members, and the rest of the cast (including Finn, Quinn, and surprisingly Sam – a last minute addition.) Santana has received sheet music for her songs and was expected to have the first song ready for rehearsal by Friday. It's Thursday night and Brittany has the big Shark Tank meeting with Sue and the rest of the staff, so Santana decided to have dinner with Mercedes that evening to catch up like she promised.

"I want to hear all about L.A.," Mercedes says as they hand the menus back to the waitress. "I'm assuming you're officially a 'thing' so you can tell me everything now. Go!"

Santana laughs and leans back on her usual seat. "Well, first off, yes, we are official now. Things were going really well here, before we made it official. Like, really well. But when she went to L.A. I started to worry a bit because her ex-boyfriend was there."

Mercedes gives a nod, "And you didn't want to lose her to him."

"Pretty much. So, I went there and well… here we are."

Mercedes approves and relaxes in her chair, "I never took you for being so spontaneous."

"Me either," Santana sighs. "But Brittany… She just does something to me."

"She really does. I've never seen you this happy before. You look like you're in love." Mercedes stops for a moment when Santana doesn't attack her for assuming things, "Ohmygoodgraces, is Santana Lopez in love?!" Mercedes screams out and then puts her hands on her heart.

Santana feels her face heat up and shrugs.

Santana tells Mercedes everything from the incident with Cody, to the fight in the restaurant, to coming back and living with Brittany majority of the time. Mercedes listens intently; only interrupting Santana once. Mercedes tells Santana about the man she is going steady with still and Santana promised she'd watch his band play one day and promised to invite Brittany as well so Mercedes can officially meet him.

Just after they asked for the check, Santana's phone buzzed.

From Britt-Britt: I'm home now. Meeting kinda sucked. Tell you bout it later. I miss you.

Santana pouted and sent a quick text back telling her she is about done as well. Santana says her goodbyes to her agent with a hug and hurries over to Brittany's house to see what's up.

The Shark Tank – 6:30PM

Brittany had just finished her advanced class and is wiping her sweat and talking to one of her regulars when Quinn taps her on the shoulder and tilts her head towards the backroom. Brittany nods and quickly ends the conversation with the older student. She quickly changes out of her sweaty instructor's tank top into a plain grey t-shirt. Quinn and Brittany step into the meeting space and Sue is sitting there with a binder and a few bottles of water. She hands each girl one in silence and Brittany knows something is off.

Sue's phone goes off and she looks at the caller ID. "Have a seat, ladies, I'll be right back," She says as she stands up and goes back out to the gym side of the studio.

"What's going on?" Brittany asks Quinn as she takes a sip of her water.

"I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I think Sue wants us to meet someone."

Finn walks in and grabs a seat as well. He notices the girls each have a bottle of water, and he too grabs one. One by one, the other Shark Tank instructors come in whether they are working today or not, and soon enough there are about 7 people in the room. 4 of them are seated (including Brittany and Quinn) and 3 of them are standing at the back of the room. Finn had stood up to let the yoga instructor have a seat. Everyone is talking amongst themselves when the door finally opens and Sue walks in. Everyone goes silent. Following her in is a man a few inches shorter than Sue. He has short dark hair that is swiped to the side. He's wearing thin framed glasses that's pushed up a little too high and he's wearing a white polo shirt, beige pants, and a pair of sneakers. The man has incredible posture and he walks with full confidence and a little arrogance. He is probably a few years older than Sue and has a bit of a gut sticking out. Sue offers him water but he declines and sits down. He pulls a can of Cola from his bag and cracks it open. All the other Tank employees and instructors look at each other in question.

Sue clears her throat and everyone turns their attention back to her. "Everyone, I would like you to meet the new owner of The Shark Tank, Kenneth Lowell." Kenneth stands up from his seat, smiles, and waves. However, the employees aren't really sure what is happening so they just begin to look around at each other again before Sue speaks and Kenneth takes his seat again; sipping from the can. "I have been offered a job to coach a travelling cirque show and I don't know when I will be back. If the show goes well, I may be gone for a while. I may even end up in Vegas if we get picked up, but from now until whenever, Kenneth here will be running the place. I am sure he will run it just as smoothly as I have with all your help. He has had over 30 years of experience running fitness centres, athletic clubs, and martial arts studios." Sue looks at Kenneth, "Would you like to say a few words?"

Kenneth puts his soda down and stands up, "Hi everyone. Thank you for meeting with me today. I will do my best to run this studio the way Sue has, and I intend to treat all of you will respect if you would do the same for me. I understand that it is hard for someone like me to come into such a close knit group, but I promise you, if you give me time, you won't even notice a change at all. Thank you, Sue for this opportunity. Does anyone have any questions for me?"

Sue leans back on her seat, her palms touching each other and pressed against her lip. She looks out to her employees and nods to them.

"When are you leaving?" Quinn asks Sue.

"Monday."

There are a few gasps and mumbling throughout the room.

"What other places did you run, Mr. Kenneth?" One of the Karate instructor asks.

Kenneth nods, "I ran a place downtown, I also taught in some Universities, as well as a few fitness studios in town."

"So, you ran them all at the same time?" The instructor questions.

"Heh heh heh," Kenneth has an airy chuckle, "No, no. In a span of the 30 years, I gained my experience by going to different places and instructing at different studios."

Brittany quirks an eyebrow at that. She knows that moving from one place to another isn't always the best. So he has either been fired from all those places, or they were doing so poorly that they shut down and he had to find a new place. She also noticed that he didn't actually answer the question but Brittany doesn't say anything, she just sits back and listens to what this new owner has to say; giving him the benefit of doubt.

"And you will run this place the way it's been running all this time?" Quinn asks

"It would be like Sue never left."

This brings in a few nods from some of the employees, but the ones with more experience are still skeptical. After the room is silent for a few awkward moments, Sue stands up and shakes Kenneth's hand. They leave the meeting room but Sue holds Brittany back. Once everyone is out, Sue closes the door.

Sue turns her body completely and faces Brittany with sincere eyes, "Brittany, I know your situation with The Tank is a little bit different from everyone else. You have other jobs that take you all over the place and you're not always here. I have explained your situation with Kenneth and he is completely fine with it."

Brittany nods, "So, that's it? You're gone? You won't have anything to do with this place anymore?"

Sue shakes her head, "It was a really tough decision for me, Brittany. I love this place. It's like my baby, but I needed to take this opportunity to grow and Kenneth was able to buy the entire company from me and at the first of next month, it will fully belong to him. This is a once in a lifetime chance for someone like me, running a tiny studio like this to coach an international show. You understand, right?"

Brittany presses her lips together and nods, "I do. I'll just… I'll miss you lots." Brittany goes in for a hug and Sue hugs back tightly.

"You're a good instructor, Brittany. A great one. Probably The Tank's best. This is why I let you teach whenever you can. I don't care if you're working out of town, shooting movies or a show, I don't care if you teach elsewhere to make extra money, but you are always, always more than welcome back here at the Tank."

"I'll never go anywhere else without your permission first, Sue. You've done so much for me."

With a few smile and nods, Sue opens the door for Brittany. Brittany gathers her items and is just about to leave the Tank when she sees Kenneth talking to Finn and a few other male instructors and employees. Brittany stands there and when Kenneth looks at her she lifts her hand to introduce herself. Kenneth takes her hand and chuckles his airy chuck and tells her he's happy to work with her before turning his attention back to the boys. Brittany sort of felt weird about it but shrugged it off. She said her goodbyes to Quinn and a few of the other instructors she doesn't get to see very often before leaving the studio. She doesn't have a good feeling about this. She gets home and texts Santana right away before taking a shower and waiting for her girlfriend to come home.

Santana gets to Brittany's house and rings the doorbell.

"You have the key, babe," Brittany says as she opens the door but realizes that Santana's hands are full.

"You didn't sound very happy over the text so I bought you some Rocky Road Ice Cream and some nachos with cheese dip, and some medium salsa since I know you don't like it too picante." Brittany's face lights up and gives Santana a quick peck before letting Santana set the items on the kitchen counter. "Which one do you want first?"

"Ice cream!" Brittany practically yells out.

Santana grabs two bowls from the cupboard and Brittany goes to grab the spoons. They scoop out some ice cream. Three scoops for Brittany, two for Santana. Brittany grabs the whipped cream and squirts a little on each of them before wiping the top with her fingertip and licking it off. She replaces the cap and returns the cream to the fridge while Santana throws the rest of the ice cream back into the freezer. They do this all in comfortable silence. Santana knows Brittany has a lot to tell her when she stays quiet for this long. They each grab their bowls and sit on the couch. Brittany takes a bite and Santana can see her muscles relax.

"So?" Santana says as she turns her body towards her girlfriend and takes a bite of her ice cream.

Brittany sighs, "Sue's leaving. She's coaching some cirque travelling act show or something. We have a new owner now and… I don't know. It doesn't feel right."

"Aw, babe. I'm sorry. Of course it won't feel right. You've been with Sue for so long and she's run the Tank so wonderfully and to have some new person just come in must be hard. But what makes it not feel right? Who is this guy? Is he certified?"

Brittany twists the spoon in her ice cream for a while before taking another bite, "His name is Kenneth Lowell. We don't know too much about him. Apparently, he's had like 30 years of experience or something and I'm sure he's certified since Sue hired him."

"Sue hired him?" Santana asks. "So, Sue still owns the place?"

"No, wait. You're right. He bought it from her. I guess… I guess she didn't have to do a certification check on him."

"We can check him out though if you're having doubts."

Santana reaches below the coffee table and grabs the IPad. Brittany puts her ice cream down and sits closer to Santana as they do a Google search on the man.

"That's him," Brittany points out and Santana clicks on the link.

They both read through his online resume and past employers.

Santana reads aloud, "Owner of New Kicks Martial Arts Studio for two years. Where is that? I've never heard of it. I don't even remember coming across it when I was researching self defense classes."

"Aww, you researched self defense classes?" Brittany teased, "That's cute."

"That's where I found you, so shush," Santana slapped Brittany across the arm, causing the blonde to giggle.

Brittany gave Santana a kiss on the temple. "I've heard of it. I didn't hear many good things about it though. I think it closed down a while ago."

Santana nods and continues to read from the first page, "Taught at Lima U for 6 years as a recreational fitness coach, then was manager at All Time Fitness, Fit Galore, and Burn It Kickboxing Company. Other than that, not much else on the guy."

Brittany shrugs, "Maybe it was just the vibe I got from him. Maybe it was 'cause he cracked open a Soda during the meeting."

"Oooh," Santana nods in understanding, "You don't like it when people drink soda in the studio."

"I just don't get it. People are here to work out and you're chugging down how much sugar? It just doesn't look professional, you know?"

"I understand, babe, but you can't judge someone based on what they drink."

"I know, I know," Brittany sighs. "I don't even know him. I'm sure he's fine. Just wasn't a good first impression."

"You teach next week right?" Santana asked after they both go back to their ice creams.

"Yup, Thursday night again."

"So, you'll see how things go with the new guy."

"I guess so," Brittany sets the empty bowl down. "Anyways, want to watch a movie? I just wanna relax and get in some Santeddy cuddle time."

Santana smiles and stands up while grabbing Brittany's empty bowl. "Choose the movie, my love. I'll go get the nachos."

Brittany claps her hands and wiggles her bum while getting up to pick a movie. They end up falling asleep half way through the movie after polishing off half the bag of nachos.

Santana wakes up to turn the movie off and guides Brittany into bed where they can fall asleep properly.

After the weekend, the girls' schedule falls into some sort of rhythm. Santana has script read-throughs and voice rehearsals every Monday and Tuesday from 9am to 1pm and then she's on set Wednesday to Friday from 8am to 2pm. Brittany on the other hand meets up with Mike every Monday and Tuesday from 6pm to 8pm for open gym practice at their local parkour facility, helps with reception at The Shark Tank every Wednesday night and teaches the advanced kickboxing class every Thursday evening. Due to the scheduling of their jobs, the girls usually only get to see each other if Santana happens to stay over at Brittany's (which has been every night since they came back from California), after Brittany gets home from work or on Fridays and weekends. They did their best to make Friday their date night – with no interruptions, just Brittany and Santana one on one dinner and cuddle time. No errands to run or work to discuss. They leave those for the weekend.

"Guess who I saw today in class," Brittany asked Santana after her shower Thursday evening.

"John Stamos!" Santana responds quickly and with certainty.

Brittany raises an eyebrow and shakes her head, "Random much?"

"You told me to guess and I've been watching Full House reruns after work today."

"What a great show," Brittany reminisces, "But no."

"Jean-Claude Van Damme?"

"Okay, I'm just going to have to ask you to stop guessing. You're like, not even close."

Santana just shrugs.

"Your arch nemesis…"

Santana just looks at her. Brittany looks at her with wide eyes, waiting for Santana to say the name, but Santana just looks at her.

"You told me not to guess," Santana says with a smirk and another shrug.

"Ugh," Brittany huffs with an eye roll. "Cassie!"

"Oh," Santana says, "She ask you for a massage again?" she jokes but it backfires.

"Yeah, she said her pecs hurt from the work out so I gave her a massage," Brittany says casually.

"WHAT?" Santana screams out.

Brittany covers her ears at the sound, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" she laughs out.

"Not funny," Santana crosses her arms over her chest and glares at her girlfriend.

"Aw baby, I'm sorry," Brittany pry's Santana's arms apart and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "No, no massages. She just asked me a bunch of questions about where I was, when I'll be teaching next. Stuff like that… and I'm pretty sure she was looking around for you too."

"Oh really?" Santana quickly forgets that she's supposed be playing angry at her girlfriend. "How do you know?"

"Well, once I made eye contact with her she glanced behind me and then did a scan around the room before smiling at me."

Santana shrugs, "She can smile all she wants, I'm the one that won the bet," she says, eyeing her girlfriend for a reaction.

Brittany's jaw drops.

"Kid-ding," Santana sing songed. Brittany grabs Santana by the waist and throws her over her shoulder and Santana shrieks. "Babe, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?"

Brittany carries Santana into the living room and throws her onto the couch and straddles her. "So, I'm just a bet? You better take that back. Our sexy time is not a bet," Brittany says in a low voice; almost a growl.

"Take what back?" Santana feigns innocence.

Brittany's hands crawl up Santana's body and stops at her waist, "The bet."

"What bet?" Santana says with a giggle.

"Okay, that's it." Brittany goes straight to tickling mode and Santana screams in laughter.

"Stop! Stop! Brittany! Ah! Stop!"

"Nope too late," Brittany continues. Santana is thrashing around, trying her best to push Brittany's hands away. She gets a good grip on Brittany's left wrist but is soon ripped from it when Brittany decides to pin both her hands above her head with her right hand and continues to tickle with her left.

"Br- itt-neeeeeeeeeeeee, staaappp, pleeeeeeee," Santana screams. Her eyes are tearing up and her face is as pink as it's ever been.

Brittany stops so she can catch her breath. The blonde has such a huge smile on her face that her cheeks are actually hurting. "Had enough yet? Ready to take back what you said?"

"It's not fair! Your fingers are so long they wrap around both my wrists! Like freaking hand cuffs."

"Please," Brittany leans in so she's inches away from Santana's lips, "You love my fingers."

"That I do," Santana says seductively and slowly puckers her lips.

Like a moth to a flame, Brittany leans in and once their lips make contact, Santana blows a raspberry onto Brittany's lips. Brittany jumps back and releases Santana's wrist to wipe the moisture from her lips. Santana bursts into laughter and reaches forward to reap revenge and tickle Brittany. Brittany easily pulls away and pins them above her head again. This time with both hands. Brittany looks down at Santana, not smiling. She is suddenly completely serious.

"What?" Santana is confused by the sudden change in her expression.

Brittany shakes her head while looking into Santana's eyes and she feels everything Brittany is trying to convey because she feels it too. They are so awesomely in love. The thought of that causes the right side of Santana's lips to go up and that's when the curtain that is Brittany's hair closes around her and Brittany's lips hit her slowly but deeply. She slides her tongue on her bottom lip and Santana grants her entry with no hesitation. Brittany loosens her grip but Santana doesn't remove her hands. They keep their tongues tangled with each other until Santana slides her left hand out of Brittany's grasp and places it on Brittany's right hip. Heat is rushing through every single part of her body and she knows Brittany feels the same way considering the slow grind Brittany's hips are preforming on her stomach. Santana slides her hands to the front of Brittany's boxer shorts and slips her fingers under them. Her finger slides under Brittany and they both moan at the contact. Brittany moaning at contact of her swollen clit and Santana at the wetness she encountered. Not being able to maneuver her fingers much under Brittany's shorts while they're still on her and Brittany obviously trying to get off by rubbing herself on Santana's fingers, Santana tries her best to pull back from the kiss.

"Okay, okay, Britt."

Brittany continues the slow grind trying to follow Santana's lips. Brittany stops when Santana pulls her fingers out.

"Huh?"

Santana tugs at the elastic of the boxer shorts, "Off."

Brittany quickly strips herself out of her shorts and panties then works on freeing Santana of her T-shirt. Luckily, there is no bra to be removed. Brittany gets back into the same position and leaves a wet track on Santana's bare stomach. Santana grabs Brittany's left hand with her right and places it again above her head. The way Brittany had dominated her earlier on had been such a turn on, but this time, their fingers are intertwined. Their lips come together again and Santana slides two fingers between their bodies and slips them into Brittany easily. The kiss is deep leaving no space for air. Their hearts are pounding and Brittany is riding Santana's fingers at a slow, deep pace. She grinds herself as deep as she can on the Latina's fingers before raising her hips, only to grind back down again. Her wetness is traveling down Santana's fingers and into her palm and the back of her hand.

"Fuck, Britt. You're so fucking wet," Santana breathes out as she crosses her ankles beneath her, trying to alleviate some of the pressure building at her own throbbing center.

Brittany moans in response and begins to move her hips faster and harder. Santana can tell Brittany is having a hard time controlling her lips now so Santana begins to lead the kiss. She pushes her thumb up towards her girlfriend, pushing at the sensitive nub and the reaction she receives is everything she had hoped for. Brittany's body shudders for a moment before she continues to rock back and forth.

Brittany lets out a whine against Santana's lips. "San…" She whispers.

"Oh, God Britt," Santana breathes out when Brittany's free hand lands on her nipple and she begins to stroke it. Santana feels her arousal shoot up and begins to peak way too quickly. "Fuck."

Brittany grips tightly at their intertwined fingers and palms Santana's breast hard, she slams her dripping sex into Santana's hand and buries her face against the side of Santana's head. Her lips grazing the top of her ear. The sound of Brittany's wetness sliding up and down her fingers causes Santana's stomach to tighten. The soft whines and grunts Brittany releases into her ear causes her downstairs to clench.

"Oh fuck, Santana."

"Oh, Shit, Britt."

Brittany comes and wave to ecstasy fall over both girls. Santana's eyes shut and her grip on Brittany's hand above her head is as tight as the one Brittany has on her. Santana continues to slowly slide her fingers in and out of Brittany while the top girl continues to slowly ride out her very intense orgasm. Santana can't help her own hips from rocking slowly back and forth as well. Santana's lets out a shuddering breath and realizes that she just came. In her jeans. While fucking her girlfriend. With nothing touching her.

"Holy fuck," Santana says quietly as she pulls her fingers out of her girlfriend and wipes it against her own stomach.

Once Brittany catches her breath, she nibbles on Santana's ear lobe, "Did you just…"

"Yeah," Santana breathes out. Her face flushed with both arousal and embarrassment.

The embarrassment fades quickly when Brittany whispers against her lobe, "Fucking hot."

Brittany leaves a trail of kisses and soft nibbles along her ear, cheek, and lips. She releases their entwined fingers and shuffles back. Kissing down the caramel neck and chest. Brittany undoes Santana's jeans and slides them off with ease. She takes off her own top and Santana can see Brittany's chest gleaming with sweat and it's turning her on again.

"Slide up," Brittany directs and Santana does so her head is propped up against the arm rest of the couch. Brittany slides down her body, leaving a few kisses here and there. She settles herself between the brunette's legs and kisses her inner thighs. Santana knows Brittany can see the soaking wet patch on her panties when she lets out a breathy groan, "Fucking hot as fuck."

Brittany slides off the ruined panties and pushes Santana's knees up and grips her thighs. She kisses each thigh again, making her way to the center when she spreads Santana's legs wider and takes a light but long stroke with the flat of her tongue against Santana's clit, her moan is uncontrollable.

Brittany slowly slides two fingers into her and slowly begins to pump but not stopping the long strokes and circles she's making with her tongue.

"Britt. Oh God, that's fucking good. So fucking good."

She can't see it but she knows Brittany just smiled against her pussy. Her build up started off slow, but begins to increase quickly when Brittany sucks gently. Her legs are starting to tremble and shift but Brittany holds on tightly with the hand that's not currently fucking her.

Santana can't help but buck her hips and raise her lower back when she feels her body begin to climb. She begins to tug on Brittany's hair and claws at the couch with her other hand.

Brittany speeds up her fingers as she sucks a bit harder while drawing circle and pushing at her nub with her tongue. That feeling knocks Santana over the edge and she screams out.

"Holy Shit!" she shrieks and she grips tightly into the blonde nest she made on top of Brittany's head. Her free hand pulling at the arm rest as best she can. Her body tightening and convulsing making it hard for her to breathe. Her heels digging into the cushions and her toes curled in. Once Brittany slows down and Santana can breathe again she slowly drops her hips back onto the couch as Brittany cleans her up. She pulls her fingers out and cleans those with her tongue too. Finally, Brittany makes her way back up and kisses Santana lightly on the lips.

"You're hot," Brittany says.

"You taste like pussy," Santana chuckles.

"Delicious pussy."

Santana hugs Brittany and Brittany eases herself on top of her bare naked girlfriend.

"Mmm…" Santana hums out. "Let's just sleep here."

"You're gonna catch a cold," Brittany says.

"So worth it."

Brittany laughs, "Don't be silly."

"Can't move."

"Okay, we'll stay here a bit. Then we're going to the bedroom so we can cuddle under the blankets."

A few minutes of cuddling and they both begin to feel the chill. Brittany guides Santana up the stairs, leaving everything else in the living room to be picked up the next day. They finally make their way into the bedroom and they cuddle into each other, just the way they are. Skin on skin.

The next morning, they're woken by Brittany's cellphone going off by the dresser on the other side of the room. Brittany must have left it there after her shower the night before.

Brittany clears her throat a few times before answering the phone, "Hello?" Santana snuggles into Brittany's side of the bed when she's jolted up with a loud, "WHAT? NOW?"

"Who is it? What happened?" Santana asks frantic as she looks around the room.

"Okay, Okay, I just woke up. Give me a moment!" Brittany hangs up and throws her phone onto the dresser. "My parents and sister are here to visit."

It's Santana's turn to freak out, "WHAT? NOW?"

"Yes now," Brittany says as she rummages through her drawers. "Literally, they're outside. Get some clothes on."

"Clothes! Brittany! Our clothes are all over the living room!"

"Shit!" Brittany throws a hoodie and a pair of shorts at Santana. "Put these on." Brittany slides on a pair of orange sweat pants and a green Washington hoodie she got at a Martial Arts competition.

"I'm swimming in your clothes Britt!"

"You look cute!" Brittany gives her a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll clean out the living room, you get washed up."

Santana rushes to the washroom to make herself presentable for the first meet and greet she has with her girlfriend's family. She hears Brittany running down the stairs, obviously jumping down the last 4 or 5 steps (she always does that – even if she's not in a rush).

"Perfect! I have 2 minutes to get ready. Our sex stained clothes are all over her living room, and my hair is a fucking mess!" Santana says to herself. "Mr. and Mrs. Pierce, hi, please ignore the panties you're stepping on," Santana sarcastically says to the mirror. She hears the door open and Brittany exchanges words with her family. Then she hears someone running up the stairs, "Oh dear God, I hope that's Brittany." She says to herself.

"They're here. I stashed our clothes into the kitchen cabinet. We're gonna have to grab them before they expect us to make them brunch."

"What? Britt! How? And don't you dare leave me alone with your parents on our first meeting."

"But, I … San, the clothes."

"No!"

Brittany huffs, "Okay, okay. I'll just brush up and we can head down there together okay?"

Santana agrees and Brittany quickly washes up. She then holds Santana's face in her hands and kisses her lips. "Good morning by the way."

Santana just glares at her girlfriend. Brittany takes her hand and leads her down the stairs.

"This must be the girl we've heard so much about," Brittany's mom stands up from her seat on the couch.

"Hi Mrs. Pierce," Santana sticks her hand out to greet her, "Santana."

"Santana, it's very nice to finally meet you. This is my husband and Brittany's sister Christy whom you've met via skype."

"Hello Mr. Pierce," Santana shakes his hand. "Christy, nice to see you again."

Christy nods, "You're prettier in person." Santana smiles but then it fades when Christy asks, "Why are you wearing all of Brittany's clothes?"

"I – uhh – it's more comfortable than mine."

"Did you sleep here?"

"Yeah-huh, slumber par-tayyyy!" Santana shakes two invisible maracas in her hands.

Christy claps her hands in excitement at the thought of slumber parties and sits down next to her mom on the couch.

"So, Santana, Brittany tells us that you guys met at her self-defence class?"

Santana realizes that Brittany will never tell anyone she saved her from the mugger that frightful day.

"Uhh, yeah, we did. She's an amazing instructor. I learned a lot from her and it actually came in handy more than once."

"And you're also an actress right?" Christy asks as she sits switches to a cross legged position on the couch.

"Yes, I am. But nothing big. Nothing you would recognize me from. Just some background stuff and some small things here and there."

"So, like Brittany," The oldest blonde shrugs.

Santana nods and turns her head to where Brittany was standing and realizes she's gone. Panic suddenly strikes her when she realizes that she has been left alone with the three most important members of her girlfriend's family.

"I… uhhh… yes. Well – no, Brittany does way more badass things than me. I've seen her in action and it's pretty amazing the things she does. I'm – I just act. I just speak – I mean I act too, I don't just speak but like, the skills it takes for Brittany to do what she does. Not saying Brittany doesn't act too, of course she has to act. It's just the way her body moves is amazing… on stage – on screen…" Santana begins to ramble until she gets cut off.

"She's a great actress, Mom," Brittany shows up and puts a hand on Santana's shoulder to calm her down. "I worked with her on this one show, she played this super hard-ass lawyer and she was amazing."

Santana feels her body suddenly calm down when Brittany shows up. She turns to her girlfriend and smiles but then remembers that she left her after she said she wouldn't, so she glares at her instead. Brittany mouths a sorry and takes Santana's hand discreetly. Since her family has taken the couch, she and Santana sit on the floor. Brittany hugs Santana from behind and Santana sits between her legs and leans her back into Brittany's chest. They chat for a good hour or so before her family leaves to go to Christy's softball game. They give each other hugs and her mother whispers something in Brittany's ear causing her eyes to widen and her face instantly goes beet red as she looks over to Santana who has absolutely no idea what's going on. Her mom winks at the direction of the girls before they say their final goodbyes, telling Santana it was great to meet her.

Once Brittany closes the door, she covers her face with her hands.

"What happened?" Santana asks.

Brittany walks over to the couch to where her mom was sitting and reaches between the cushion and the arm rest and pulls out Santana's red silk panties. "My mom said that you have very good taste in undergarments."

"Oh my God!" Santana quickly grabs it from the blonde's hand. "Your mom… Shit, Brittany! I thought you cleaned everything up! And how did she know they were mine? Why couldn't they be yours?"

"I thought I cleaned everything too, but… I guess I missed one," Brittany bites her bottom lip. "And, she knows they're not mine because I've never worn silk panties in my life."

"I've never been so embarrassed," Santana slumps down onto the couch and covers her face. "Great first impression. Mrs. Pierce, nice to meet you, I'm obviously sexing up your daughter. Thank you for finding my panties." She says sarcastically while shaking her head.

Brittany laughs and rubs her hand up and down Santana's back. "It's okay, babe, my mom doesn't even care about that. She's a very open woman."

"And you!" Santana turns around and slaps Brittany's hand away. "You left me when you said you wouldn't. You knew how nervous I was."

Brittany tries to bite back a smiles, "I'm sorry. I had to get our clothes out of the cabinets."

"They didn't even stay for brunch!"

"Because they got distracted by the conversations you were having with them. I think they really like you." Brittany smiles and kisses Santana on the shoulder. Santana smiles and is about to respond but Brittany continues, "Plus, your rambling was adorable."

Santana pushes Brittany and the blonde rolls over in laughter. Brittany grabs Santana and the both tumble onto the ground. They're tickling and pushing and wrestling and both stop abruptly when they see Lord Tubbington playing with something behind the couch.

"What the hell is that?" Santana asks as they both get up off the floor and walk over to the cat. Brittany picks it up and her face goes red once again. "What is it, Britt?" she asks again and tries to swipe it out of her girlfriends' hand.

"Nothing." Brittany hides it behind her back. Lord Tubbington is now disinterested and walks away.

"Fine," Santana turns away and quickly turns back and grabs it out of her hand. It's a box. A ring box. Santana's face goes serious for a moment, "Britt?" She doesn't dare to open it and holds it back out to her girlfriend nervously.

"It's not what you think," Brittany states right away and quickly takes the box back and sighs. She opens it and takes out a chain with a charm hanging from the bottom. "I got this in L.A. and I wanted to give it to you yesterday but I forgot with all the… fun we were having," she says with a smirk. "It must have fallen out of my pocket last night." She holds it out to her girlfriend, "It's nothing really. I put it in this box because I didn't have any other one."

Santana takes it in her hands and slides it through her fingers until she gets to the charm at the end. It's a gold heart with an infinity sign flowing through it; in and then out of the heart. Santana goes silent and her jaw drops.

"Do you, like it? Is it too early to be giving jewelry? I saw it and I thought of you immediately, so I just got it. I wanted to wait a bit longer to give it to you, but I just couldn't."

Santana finally looks back up to the beautiful blue eyes looking at her. The blue eyes that she will never get tired of. The blue eyes that look worried and anxious at the moment. "I love it, Britt," She says quietly and gently.

Brittany relaxes a little bit and smiles nervously, "I've never felt like I could love someone the way I love you. My love for you is forever and I will continue to love you to infinity. That is how I felt since I first saw you and this is how I will continue to feel for… well, for infinity. This necklace symbolizes everything in my heart whenever I think of you. Some people may think I'm crazy or that it's too soon, but I've always been one to act on something if I feel it and , Santana Lopez, I love you so very very much."

"It's beautiful, Brittany," Santana says with a tear in her eye. "I feel the same way. I love you to infinity too. Thank you. Can you?" She opens the clasp and holds it out. Brittany takes it and Santana turns around so Brittany can clasp it around her neck. Before she lets Santana's hair fall down, she kisses the back of her neck. Santana turns around. "How does it look?"

"Amazing," the look of adoration in Brittany's eyes are unmistakable. "I love you."

"I love you too, Britt."

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