Robbie Pierce walked inside the house. His hair was dishevelled, his tie a little tilted to the side.

"Hi, Dad," Brittany kissed her father's cheek. "Breakfast?"

"Good morning, Mr. Pierce," Santana said, not looking at Robbie's eyes.

"Good morning, Santana," Robbie smiled. "How are you?"

"Umm…fine, sir."

"It's a good day, isn't it?" Robbie said as he sat down on the head of the table to eat. "Nice, bacon and eggs. Did you do this, Brittany?"

"Uhh, actually, Dad, it was San who cooked breakfast," Brittany replied, who was seated on the side of the table.

"Wow, thank you, Santana. Do this more often," he said to the Latina who was sitting beside his daughter,

Boost up. Santana thought. She looked at Brittany. The blonde nodded in return and mouthed an 'I love you.

"Umm…Mr. Pierce…" she started to say, toying the bacon with her fork.

"Yes?" Robbie answered. "Is there something wrong?"

"I need to tell you…well, because, you're the father…"

Oh fuck.

"What?" Robbie said.

"Umm….Mr. Pierce," Santana cleared her throat.

"What is it, dear?"

"Mr. Pierce, I'm in love with your daughter," Santana almost squeaked. It all came out as if it was a single word.

"You're what?"

"I'm…I'm…" Santana couldn't finish the sentence. "I'm in love with your daughter…" she managed to spit out, although her voice sounded like it was strangled. "Sir."

"Oh," Robbie said. "Sorry I did not hear it when you said it first, Santana," Robbie said coolly.

The shock on the Latina's face was obviously the funniest thing Brittany could ever see in her whole life. If not for the given situation they were in, she could have laughed at Santana's face.

"I'm glad you realized that by now. Did you ask my daughter out already?"

Santana's head seemed to feel light. "Y-yes, sir."

"Good," Robbie nodded his head. "Did she say yes?"

Brittany felt her ears burn as she felt her father look at her. She stared at Santana, who was gawking at her father's reaction.

Good? Did he just say it was good?

"Y-yes, sir," Santana stammered.

"Good, by the way, you make good breakfasts, Santana," he plunked a strip of bacon in his mouth.

"Th-thank you, sir," Santana felt Brittany's hand squeeze her own.

"Don't call me sir, call me Rob, or Robbie or Dad, or whatever suits you, just don't call me, sir."

"Thank you, Rob," Santana managed to look at Brittany's father and smiled.

"You're welcome. Does your father know this already?"

"No. We were telling him, when he comes back from his business trip in Japan."

"Good," Robbie nodded again. He wiped off some oil from his lips. "The food was good, everything's good. Brittany, can you do the dishes for today? I need some sleep. I have a eating with your dad's land developers at LA tonight," he turned to Santana.

Santana was still gawking at everything that had happened. She stared at Robbie as he went about the room. Robbie turned from the door.

"By the way, Santana…your coffee is magic," he smiled at Santana as he left the kitchen.

Santana's jaw almost dropped to the floor. Her mouth was staying like that for a few moments. Brittany cupped her girlfriend's chin.

"See? Daddy says it's okay," Brittany laughed. "Close your mouth, you're drooling."

"I'm just…just…I don't know," Santana's face broke into a smile. She slowly gathered the dishes and dumped them in the sink.

"Don't tell me you're not helping?" Brittany's lips pouted.

"I grew up knowing that the person who cooks doesn't get to do the dishes," Santana quipped. Well, in the Lopez household, the cook doesn't wash the dishes, the maid does. But that was beside the point.

"Ugh, you are such an airhead!" Brittany's pout grew even more.

"Somehow, girls like me were your type, am I right?"

"Your ego consists so much of your brain volume," Brittany drawled on as she ran the water.

"Here, let me," Santana almost ran to Brittany. She helped the blonde do the dishes. She was wiping the dishes and setting them carefully on the dish rack when Brittany turned to her.

"Thank you love, for being here today," Brittany smiled.

"I'll have my rewards?"

"Of course," Brittany pecked a kiss on Santana's lips. It was returned by the Latina passionately.

Somehow, Brittany could kiss those plump lips forever.

They managed to get into the living room before collapsing in the couch. Tan hands went under the blouse and stroked the pale skin underneath it.

Brittany laughed out softly. "I never thought I'd see you that scared. If Sebastian could have seen that look on your face when you were talking with Dad, it would be an epic demotion for the great Santana Lopez."

"Uh-huh, sure…" Santana growled, her voice filled with lust. Suddenly they heard a familiar yapping outside the door.

"Brittany, open the damn door! You've got a lot to explain to me!" Rachel's voice sailed through the air.

Well, so much for their sexy time.

"Oh God!" Santana stomped from the kitchen. "I hate that troll."

"San…" Brittany called.

"What?"

"Be nice to her," Brittany shrugged. "Please?"

"Yeah, sure," Santana growled. The last thing she's going to need was some yapping midget on her girlfriend's door when they are almost having some private time together.

She quickly opened the door and leaned at the doorframe.

"Wow, this is something. I didn't expect," Rachel said, almost to herself.

"Shut up, Rachel. What do you want?"

"Where's Brittany?"

"She's inside. Get in," Santana grumbled and let Rachel pass.

"Hi," Rachel beamed at Brittany.

"Hi," Brittany looked up.

"I just want to ask," Rachel sat down the couch beside Brittany and crossed her legs. "Are you…and Santana going out together? I mean, the way Santana had reacted to you and that blonde guy dancing hotly last night, which was superb."

"Yes, we are together," Brittany admitted it out flatly. There was no point of denying it. Santana smiled from the hallway.

"Britt, I'll just go get my credit card back at the bar," Santana shrugged.

"Yeah, sure," Brittany nodded.

"I'll see you around. I'll pick you up for lunch," Santana grabbed her car keys and she went out of the house.

"So, since your girl is out of the earshot, are you really sure about this?" Rachel's shrill voice said.

"Yes. Umm, Rachel, why are you even here?"

"Oh my god! I love you so much! I'm so happy for you!" Rachel trilled.

"Yeah, sure is. So what's the catch?"

"Well, Puck just told me about something so exciting and adventurous," Rachel held her breath.

"Yeah, what?" Brittany propped her head with her hand.

"Skydiving!" Rachel yelled. "Ta-da!"

Seeing Brittany's inactive response, Rachel's face faded. "You're not interested are you? Well, maybe I'll just talk to Santana. I'm sure she's going to think it's great."

"I'm not really sure. I don't know," Brittany looked worried.

"Hang on. I will wait for her when she comes back. Everyone thought it was awesome, so I think it would be great. We've discussed it last night at the bar with Dianna. Hey, do you know she was Santana's ex? I knew that Lopez girl has a thing for blondes. Oh god, I know Santana would think this is a very awesome thing."

Brittany couldn't deal it anymore. "Look, Rachel I have to go do something."

"Well, fine but, I really need to tell you guys about this," Rachel excitedly said.

"Yeah, sure. We'll take a look at that," Brittany smiled. "San and I will talk about that later."