AN: This chapter is dedicated to everyone who fell in love with the Brittana of my WJGS universe.

Chapter 26

Santana leans against the bathroom door frame in her white tank top and black boxers and watches as Brittany bends over the sink and splashes water to her face. I love how she always squeaks when her breasts hit the cold counter top.

Brittany wipes her face and catches her wife smiling at her. "Kiss for your thoughts."

Santana slides up to Brittany, grabs her hips and pulls her close. "Have I told you that you are the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen in my life?"

"Today? Let me think..." Brittany teases.

"If you have to think then I haven't said it enough. I love you Britt. I love everything about you."

"Everything?" Brittany smiles, "Like what?"

Santana nods, "I love the way you blow at your bangs when they fall in your eyes. I love the way you catch me leering at you and then smirk like it's a challenge. I love the way you make me feel that I am the luckiest woman alive. I don't know why you chose me Britt, but I'm glad you did."

Brittany's eyes are glossy with happy tears, "I love you, too." She leans down and kisses Santana. "Let's go before I mack attack those lips."

Santana laughs, "Mack attack?"

Brittany throws on shorts and a shirt that says, "What the duck?" and in smaller print "Damn you autocorrect!" The two girls walk out into the living room and smile at Quinn's wrapping station.

Brittany bounces over, "What did you buy?"

Quinn hands the gift to Brittany, "Santana got your parents a thank you for watching the kids. She holds up a 1926 Western Electric Dial Candlestick Phone."

"Oh my gosh! They are going to love that!" Brittany holds the phone gingerly, "Does it work?"

Santana calls out from the kitchen, "Yup."

Brittany gives the phone back to Quinn and runs to the kitchen, throwing her arms around her wife. "You are so freaking amazing!"

Santana beams, "Nah."

Brittany's lips ghost against Santana's ear, "I want you so badly right now."

Santana whimpers and then watches as Brittany flops down on the living room floor and dumps out the bag of candy. How does she go from making me weak in the knees to cute as a button? Damn.

"We've got wine," Santana says, handing a glass to Quinn and then to Brittany, who pulls her down by the shirt and kisses her. Santana smiles into the kiss and sighs contentedly.

"Where's your glass?" Quinn asks Santana.

"Right here," Brittany holds up her own glass.

"Where did you two go for dinner?" Quinn asks.

Santana sits on the floor and leans against the couch. Brittany scoots up beside her, lifts her long legs onto her wife's lap and says, "We went to a cute little bistro and had soup and sandwiches and for dessert we shared an incredible chocolate fondue. It was soooo good! After that, we walked around and did some window shopping."

Santana smirks and Quinn smiles knowingly, "Then, you found a park and made out."

Brittany laughs, "You're good. How was your dinner?"

Quinn shrugs, "It was okay. We went to The Italian Scallion and had vegan pasta. It wasn't very good but I stopped for a burger on my way back."

"Are you gonna keep in touch with her?" asks Santana.

"I think so. I enjoyed catching up with her." Quinn smiles dreamily, "It would be nice to see her again."

"I don't understand what the two of you see in her. She looks exactly the same," says Brittany as she refills their wine glasses.

"She looks completely different Britt," defends Quinn. "Didn't you notice the tattooed eye liner and the implants?"

"I'm not blind. Of course I saw them," laughs Brittany. "It just didn't do anything for me. I'm not into boobs. That's San's thing."

Santana looks down at her chest and pouts. "Baby, I meant other women. Yours are perfect and no one else's are anywhere near as spectacular as yours, so why I should I bother looking?" Brittany seals her reassurance with a kiss.

"I liked her in high school," admits Quinn.

"Yah, I know. You both did," says Brittany matter of fact.

Santana turns to her wife questioningly, "What do you mean we both did."

"I knew you had a thing for her. You may have been deep in the closet but your leering was extremely noticeable." Santana's protest is cut off by her wife's lips. "It doesn't matter. I looked, too."

"Do you think she likes me?" asks Quinn.

"I think she definitely enjoyed the attention the two of you lavished on her," laughs Brittany, already feeling the effects of the wine.

Santana asks, "Do you want her to like you?"

Brittany interrupts, "Before you answer that, we need to talk about Puck."

"I know what you're going to say, Britt," Quinn says putting down her glass and unwrapping the chocolate. "I'm married, I should work it out with him first, but what if I like women? Doesn't that mean something?"

"We already know you like women enough to sleep with them." Brittany cocks her head to her wife, "Even if it was just one time, it still happened."

Quinn and Santana shift uncomfortably and Brittany takes her wife's hand. "Hey, stop that." Then to Quinn, "You too. It happened YEARS ago. Geez. When are the two of you going to stop wishing the earth would swallow you up every time it gets brought up?

Our past makes us who we are today. That night created a bond between the two of you that led to a beautiful friendship. Honestly, I don't think the three of us would be as close as we are if it didn't happen. Both of you were so guarded and had all these walls up around each other. That night demolished those walls and even when you were rivals in school, you never rebuilt them and look where we are now."

"Wow," says Quinn then turns to Santana when she hears sniffling.

"Babe?" asks Brittany concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just...You're just so amazing B." Santana says, smiling proudly. "You're so eloquent and astute."

"I have my moments," Brittany nuzzles into Santana's neck.

Santana says, "Q, Britt's right. Liking women doesn't change the fact that you're married."

"But, what if I married the wrong person?"

"The wrong person or the wrong gender?" asks Santana.

"Does it matter?"

"Actually, no, I guess not," says Santana. "Either way you need to figure out what you want. Sam and Rachel were distractions from the fact that you and Puck are unhappy."

"But, what if I'm gay?"

"Do you think you are?" asks Santana.

"No," answers Quinn honestly.

"Okay, now we're getting somewhere," says Santana excitedly. "So, you're bisexual or pansexual." Quinn doesn't protest so Santana continues, "Let's talk about Puck."

"Pee first," says Quinn and walks out.

Santana puts her glass down and pulls Brittany into her lap. Brittany complies eagerly and kisses Santana furiously. Santana's hands slide up under the back of Brittany's shirt and they both moan. They hear the toilet flush and regretfully pull apart.

Brittany goes to the kitchen for the second wine bottle and Quinn returns ready to get started, "Okay, let's talk about Puck."

"Do you love him?" asks Brittany from the kitchen.

"Wow, straight to the point. We aren't pulling any punches tonight, are we?" laughs Quinn.

Brittany shrugs, "When are we ever going to have this much freedom to discuss this? We may as well take advantage of it and get through as much as we can."

"Okay. Do I love him?" Quinn looks at her friends expectantly.

...

Santana laughs, "You're supposed to answer that question, Q."

"I know, I know. I'm thinking."

"You're thinking?" asks Santana incredulously. "Shouldn't that be an easy one?"

"It's not an easy question," Quinn says. "What is love?"

"What do you mean, what is -" begins Santana.

Brittany interrupts with a hand on Santana's leg as she settles back in to her spot. "It can be a difficult question and it's my fault for starting with something too general. What do you want your marriage to be like?"

"I guess it's what you have. I mean, I want someone to kiss me so that I forget my own name. I want someone to listen to what I say when I make a comment and fix something without being asked, to massage my shoulders and rub my feet after a long day, to know all my favorite foods and interests. I want someone I can communicate silently with the way you guys can."

Santana says, "Q, that all sounds wonderful but it doesn't just happen. B and I had to work hard to get where we are."

Brittany reiterates, "Yah, we BOTH had to work hard."

"I know that," says Quinn as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I've seen it."

Brittany shakes her head, "Those things you listed are things that we both do. Santana doesn't just do everything for me or I don't just do everything for her. One day, she might massage me and a week later I do her. She'll cook while I bathe the kids. She'll get the oil checked when I comment that the engine light is on and I'll hear her discomfort about a spigot in her back and have it fixed. Marriage is a two way street. Loving someone is about wanting to do things for the person you love. Not sitting back and expecting to be served."

Quinn bristles and Santana's eyes widen at her wife's directness. Santana continues, "Q, since you've been living with us you've surprised us with breakfast, made me breadsticks, taken the twins with you to the store, listened when we needed someone to talk to...you know exactly what love is and how to show it. My question is, did you do that with Puck?"

Quinn takes several sips of wine then responds, "No, I didn't."

"Why not?"

"I didn't want to," Quinn sighs. "I don't want to."

Santana nods and Brittany goes over to sit behind Quinn and holds her tight, resting her chin on the woman's shoulder. The tears fall from Quinn's eyes and she continues, "I married him because I had to. I didn't want to give Kelly up the way we gave up Beth and I didn't want to raise her alone. But I've resented him from the beginning. I don't think I ever stopped resenting him since he knocked me up the first time."

"You knocked up each other," says Santana. "You both made that decision not to use a condom. Putting the blame on just him isn't fair."

"You're right and maybe he resents me, too. Now what do I do?"

"Well, I think if you could to talk him like this, openly and honestly, holding nothing back, you two could at least figure things out together." Santana joins her friends and takes Quinn's hands, "No more blame. Talk about your relationship and Kelly and figure out what's best for all of you. Whatever you decide we will always be here for you."

Brittany and Santana wrap their arms tight around Quinn and let her cry until she's exhausted herself. Brittany offers, "Do you wanna sleep in our room tonight?"

Quinn shakes her head, "No. I wanna call Puck."

"Okay. Come join us if you need to, okay?" says Santana.

Quinn nods. "I love you guys."

"We love you, too."

Quinn goes into her room and Brittany and Santana clean up and head to bed.

"That was probably the most productive conversation we've had with her in years," says Brittany through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Guess we should've tried the direct approach sooner," Santana laughs, nearly choking on her toothbrush in the process.

Brittany climbs into bed, fully clothed and says, "I'm sorry I offered to let Quinn sleep with us without asking you first."

"That's okay."

"But, I feel bad since we were making out earlier and I sort of ruined the rest of the night."

"Britt, we have the rest of our lives to make love to each other." Santana teases, "I think I can handle a night of cuddling."

"I know but tomorrow we go back to reality."

"Since when has our reality not included sex? This weekend was nice and I absolutely loved spending time with you, Q, seeing the alumni, but it wasn't any better than our real life," Santana says. "Every day with you is like a vacation from the harshness of the real world. I feel like I live in a protective bubble full of love, support, affection and...I could go on and on and on. I love you, Brittany. I don't care where we are or what we're doing, I just love being with you."

"You are such the romantic today."

"Oh, speaking of...I got you, well us, something."

"When?"

"Today from the antique place." Santana digs around in her suitcase then joins Brittany on the bed and hands her the tiny box.

Brittany's eyes sparkle with excitement. She kisses her wife then opens the box slowly. "Oh my god. It's beautiful." Brittany takes the antique ring out of the box and holds it up, "What is this for?"

Santana takes the ring, kisses her wife and returns it to the box, "It's for our 50th Wedding Anniversary. You said you wanted to renew our vows and have another wedding. This is for us to look at and see our future so that you will always know that we're just getting started."

Brittany cries, unable to say anything and hugs her wife tight. After a few minutes, she kisses Santana, "I love you, so much."

"I love you, too." Santana says, then places the box on the nightstand and pulls the covers back so they can slip in. She turns off the lights and cuddles into her wife.

Brittany rolls onto Santana and kisses her passionately. Santana pulls out of the kiss, "I thought we were just cuddling tonight?"

Brittany leans down and whispers, "I want to make love to you."

Santana is already aching to agree but asks, "What if Q comes in?"

"Eh, it's not like she hasn't walked in on us before."

Santana laughs and rolls them over so she's on top. "A woman after my own heart." She leans down and kisses Brittany and doesn't stop until the sun rises.

AN: If you have enjoyed reading this story and would like it to continue, please let me know. Thank you.