A/N: Hey everyone, sorry for the wait on this one! I'll try to get the next chapter out sooner. Let me know what you think, a review would make my day :) follow me at b-b-burntoshine on tumblr

"I've got one more song to play for you," Santana stands on the stage of the rock club in Seattle, while Brittany watches from her seat at the bar. "This one's pretty special to me. Once again, I'm Santana Lopez, and thank you everyone for coming out to the show tonight."

Santana starts picking the opening notes to the song that got her where she is now. Brittany sips on her gin and tonic, admiring her fiancée and singing along softly. She doesn't notice the guy next to her trying to get her attention or Liz shooing him away. Once the song ends she rushes up to the side of the stage and congratulates Santana on another successful show.

"They loved you," she whispers in her ear.

"Really? It's always hard for me to tell. When I get up on stage I kind of black out. Did I get all the words right?"

"Definitely. They couldn't stop looking at you. I kind of got a little jealous."

"Aw, Britt. If you like, I can flash this ring a whole lot more," Santana holds up her hand.

Brittany laughs and pulls Santana into a tight hug, resting her head on her shoulder. "Let's get you packed up so we can get back to the hotel. We have to leave really early tomorrow."

"How early?"

"Liz?"

"Six am, Lopez. The next show is in Denver, but we'll stop somewhere along the way for the night. As much as I adore playing chauffeur and driving you around, I can't drive twenty straight hours."

"And we do appreciate it, Liz," Brittany chimes in while coiling up cables to put in their cases.

"But six am, ughhh," Santana groans.

"You signed up for this, kid," Liz laughs.

"You're right, I'm not complaining. It's just my physical reaction to the words six am."

Brittany leans in towards Santana. "I'll help you relax when we get back to the hotel."

The warm breath from Brittany's mouth tickles Santana's ear causing her to scrunch her shoulders. "Britt," she laughs, "we're not alone."

"Better hurry up then," Brittany sets the cables in the case and goes off to the merchandise table.

Santana takes her guitar case out to the van, and when she opens the back door to the parking lot she sees a small group of people standing outside. She nods politely towards them and keeps on walking to the van.

"Excuse me?" a young woman says.

Santana's eyes widen, and she slowly turns her head. "What?"

"Hi, I, um," the girl takes a step towards Santana while her friends wait behind. "I just wanted to see if I could maybe get your autograph?"

"Seriously?" Santana smiles.

"Yea, I think you're totally awesome, but if you don't want to be bothered, I can just-"

"No!" Santana puts up her hand. "Sorry, you just took me a little by surprise. I've never been asked that before."

"No way! Seriously?"

Santana sets her guitar case down on the ground. "Yea, I'm still a little new at all this I guess."

The girl holds out a piece of paper and a pen. "My friend sent me a link to one of your YouTube videos, and I have kind of been obsessed ever since," the girl blushes.

"Wow," Santana scribbles her name down, "I hope I can live up to that."

"When does your album come out? I've been trying to find a release date online."

"In a few months," Santana replies. "What's your name?"

"Erin."

Santana write a bit more on the paper and hands it back to Erin. "Thanks for coming tonight. Hopefully I can come back to Seattle soon."

"Thank you so much," Erin stares at the paper, reading the words 'To Erin, my very first superfan - Santana Lopez'. "Could I get a picture with you?"

"Sure," Santana runs her hand through her hair before posing with her arm around Erin's shoulders.

The girl takes out her phone and holds it out in front of them. After she takes it, she looks at the photo for a moment. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much!"

"You're welcome. Have a good night, Erin."

The girl waves goodbye and runs back to her friends. Santana unlocks the van and sets her guitar inside, then shuts the door. She turns around to see Brittany walking up with a case in her arms.

"You'll never believe what just happened, Britt," Santana walks towards her and takes the box from her hands.

"What?"

"Someone just asked for my autograph!"

"Well, of course I would believe that, San," Brittany opens the van door. "Who wouldn't want to have your autograph?"

"It was so weird. I thought they were all standing out there to like…beat me up and steal my guitar or something."

"Well, I am so very happy that they didn't," Brittany grabs onto Santana's shirt and pulls her in for a kiss. "Now let's go take a bath."

Back at the hotel, Santana and Brittany had ordered room service to satisfy their late night hunger and thirst with some fries and champagne. While they eagerly scarfed down the french fries, they sit in the large bathtub sipping on their glasses of champagne. Santana places the glass down on the ledge beside them and slips her arm back down under the water and bubbles to rub across Brittany's stomach. Brittany tilts her head back to rest against Santana's shoulder and shuts her eyes. Santana kisses slowly across Brittany's left shoulder and up her neck.

"I missed doing this with you," Santana whispers.

"Mmm, me too. I know we have to wake up in five hours, but I just want to stay here awhile longer."

"We can sleep all day in the van," Santana kisses Brittany's jaw and goes back down to her neck. She nips at it then sucks it until Brittany starts to make that familiar noise. Santana releases and soothes the mark with her tongue. She moves her hand down the inside of Brittany's left thigh and rubs it firmly. Brittany turns her head and connects her lips with Santana's. She licks across Santana's lower lip until she parts her lips. Their tongues meet and they massage each other while Brittany parts her legs, allowing room for Santana's hand to move closer to where she needs it. Santana moves her right hand around to cup Brittany's breast and pinches the nipple lightly with her fingers. Brittany groans into her mouth, and Santana takes the cue to rub her clit. She massages down Brittany's center and back up, causing her hips to start moving.

"Oh god, San," Brittany moans and returns her lips to her fiancées. Brittany moves her left hand behind Santana's head, grabbing her hair. "Hold on," Brittany moves away from Santana and turns around in the tub to face her. "Much better," Brittany kneels with her legs on either side of Santana's and sits down in her lap. She puts her hands behind Santana's neck and rubs at it gently, while they return to kissing each other passionately. Santana runs her hand across Brittany's clit with two fingers.

"Please," Brittany breathes into Santana's ear before kissing underneath jaw and down her neck.

Santana circles her entrance, rubbing over her lips, before slowly pushing two fingers inside.

Brittany's mouth opens and she lets out a moan that reverberates through the bathroom. She thrusts her hips forward into Santana's stomach while trying to hold onto the wall behind Santana's head. Santana's thumb massages Brittany's clit while she curls her fingers inside her.

"Right there," Brittany begs, and Santana moves her fingers around, searching for the right spot.

"Here?" she twists her wrist slightly.

"Fuck! Yes, right there. Don't stop!" Brittany tucks her head into Santana's neck while Santana's arm keeps pumping underneath the water. Santana moves her other arm around to grab hold of Brittany's ass and squeezes it. She helps Brittany thrust her hips into her hand. "Oh, San," Brittany moans. Santana can feel Brittany's walls start to contract and squeeze around her fingers. "Fuck, I'm gonna come- Unghh," Brittany climaxes, grabbing onto Santana's shoulders, her nails scratching at her skin.

"Ahh," Santana hisses while Brittany comes down from her high.

"Shit! I'm so sorry," Brittany looks at the red marks on Santana's shoulder.

"It's okay, it just hurt for a second," Santana smiles and wraps her arms around Brittany's back.

"I was supposed to be helping you relax," Brittany smiles dreamily. "Not maim you."

"Oops," Santana laughs. "Well, like I said, we can just sleep in the van all day," she grins.

Brittany steps up out of the tub and grabs a towel for herself and one for Santana. "Let's move this to the bed then."

The next morning, after finally tiring themselves out around four am and falling asleep for a short nap, they are headed out on the highway out of Washington. They are stretched out on the backseat with Santana lying on top of Brittany. It only takes ten minutes for them both to fall asleep. Santana curls her face into Brittany's neck, breathing softly onto her skin. Brittany rests her cheek against Santana's head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

Hours later, Santana shifts in her sleep, causing Brittany to awaken. She rubs at her eyes and looks out the window. The landscape consists of power lines and large, open fields. Occasionally there is a billboard for cheap hotels at the next exit. Brittany looks down to see that Santana is still sound asleep.

"Liz," she whispers.

"Oh, you're finally awake!"

"Shhh! Santana's still asleep. Where are we?"

"We're almost into Idaho. Still a ways to go, but you slept for almost seven hours. I was going out of my mind with boredom up here."

"Sorry. We didn't get much sleep last night."

"Okay, I don't need any more information than that."

"Britt, mmmm," Santana mumbles into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, San. Did we wake you?" Brittany rubs across Santana's back.

Santana just nods her head and breathes out heavily. "It's okay though," her voice rasps.

Brittany readjusts them both, linking their legs together and moving Santana's hair away from her face. "We're almost in Idaho."

"Yay," Santana responds unenthusiastically. "How much farther do we have?"

"I don't know," Brittany strokes her hand over Santana's arm, "like a zillion more miles."

"Smart ass," Santana laughs.

"Hey," Brittany tickles Santana's side.

"Ahhh, stop, stop, stop!" Santana squirms. "Okay, I'm sorry!"

Brittany moves her hands away from Santana's hips and up to her face. She tilts it upwards for a kiss. "Are you awake now?"

"Yes," she replies and gives Brittany a deep kiss. "What are we going to do now though?"

"Let's see how many new fans you've got," Brittany reaches for the iPad on the seat in front of her. She swipes across the screen a few times and opens up the Twitter app. Santana leans to look over her shoulder. "About 1,000 new followers!"

"Wow," Santana gapes.

"And they're tweeting at you a bunch. So many questions; we should answer some right now!"

"Okay, shoot."

"Let's see…here's an easy one. 'When did you start singing?'"

"Ever since I can remember," Santana replies as Brittany types the reply.

"Okay, next one…'Who are your musical influences?'"

"Oh god, so many. Umm, Stevie Wonder…Paul McCartney…Marvin Gaye…Adele… Amy Winehouse."

"Okay, got it. Let's see," Brittany scrolls through the page. "Oh! This girl's picture is of you two. Is this the girl who asked for your autograph last night?" Brittany points at the screen.

"Oh yea! Her name's Erin. That's so cool."

Brittany opens up the girl's profile page and they read her tweets. "She's getting a bunch of questions from people about meeting you."

"Really?"

"Yea, look, 'OMG she has her arm around you. I HATE YOU'," Brittany laughs. "'I am so jealous you got to meet her.'"

"Oh my god, look at this one, "I would chew off my left arm to be that close to her.'"

"They absolutely adore you, San," Brittany gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Wait, look," Santana points lower on the page.

"Uh oh," Brittany replies upon seeing a back and forth conversation between a few people.

"Do you think I should I say something about it?"

"I don't know. Have you discussed it with the label at all?"

"Somehow I avoided it I guess. Liz?" Santana yells up to the front of the van.

"Yea?"

"We've got a bit of a situation here."

"What kind of situation? Do I need to pull over at the nearest exit? Because there isn't one for like another eighty miles. We could stop here and you can run behind one of those bales of hay in the field."

"No, it's not that kind of emergency, but I'm not sure what to do."

"Spit it out, Lopez. What's going on?"

"Well, you see I kind of took a picture with a fan last night. In the picture, my left hand is very visible and there's kind of a big, sparkling diamond ring on it now."

"Oh," Liz replies.

"People are asking all about it and trying to figure out what guy I am married to."

"Well, we have been preparing for this. I actually discussed it with the label a couple days ago. I hadn't told you yet."

"Why not?"

"I wanted to make sure they were positive in their decision on how to handle it first before telling you."

"Why wasn't I even involved in the discussion in the first place?" Santana responds, her voice getting louder.

"Santana, you don't need to get angry with me."

"Why shouldn't I? It's my life! And if they want me to go around lying about who I am and the person I am going to marry, then I won't do it-"

"Santana, listen to me. They are fine with it."

"What?" Santana leans forward on the seat.

"Yea. They decided to try a different kind of approach with you. That's why I wanted to wait and make sure they were really, really sure about it because it's kind of unusual."

"So I can be completely honest about being with Brittany?"

"Yes, you can," Liz smiles through the rear view mirror.

"I can like, bring her to events and tell interviewers about her?"

"Yup. That's all fine, Lopez."

"Awesome," Santana grins and leans over to kiss Brittany. "Should we answer these fan's questions then?"

"How about we tweet a picture for them instead?"

"Now? I look like I just slept in a van for seven hours….because I just slept in a van for seven hours."

"You look super cute as always," Brittany smiles, "but we can maybe just take a picture of your hand?"

"Yea, okay," Santana checks her nails to make sure they look good.

"Alright," Brittany positions the iPad over her hand and takes the picture. "Great. What do you want the caption to say?"

"I'll type it," Santana reaches to take the tablet from Brittany.

"Okay," Brittany leans back and puts her feet on the seat in front of them.

Santana types away at the screen, and when she's finished she looks over to Brittany. "Here goes nothing," Santana taps the 'Tweet' button and hands it over to Brittany.

"What'd you write?" Brittany scrolls down to see it. "'The greatest gift I ever received was meeting the love of my life. I love you, Brittany. #fiancees.' San, that's so perfect. I love you," Brittany throws the iPad over the seat and grabs her by the waist for a kiss. "You're going to get so many replies to that."

"Hopefully they won't be too bummed out that I'm taken."

"They definitely will be. How could they not?" Brittany grins and takes hold of Santana's hand, bringing it up to her lips for a kiss.

"Nah, they'll be jealous of me. That I've got someone like you."

"I love you," Brittany lies back down across the seat with her feet in Santana's lap. "Let's go back to sleep."

"Actually, I'd like to do a little writing while I've got some ideas fresh in my mind."

"Okay. Wake me when we get wherever we're going."

"Sure thing," Santana rubs Brittany's thigh and takes out her notepad and recorder.

A few hours later Brittany wakes up to a darkened van and snow flying by the windows. Santana is asleep with her head against the window and her hands on top of Brittany's legs. Brittany feels a shiver run through her body and looks around for a blanket.

"What are you looking for?" Liz asks.

"Something warm."

"I'll turn up the heat, but we're going to stop soon anyways. There are a few hotels at the next exit."

"Fantastic. It's getting a little cramped back here."

"Is she still asleep?"

Brittany turns around and sees Santana's mouth slightly ajar and breathing steadily. "Yea, and probably drooling a little bit too."

"Good, okay I'll tell you the good news and you can share it with her later. When we were at the last gas station, I checked my email, and the label decided to release the song early. It's going up on Tuesday."