A/N: Hola, mi amigos :)

Ok, so much love for the love. Dayum :) I feel all sorts of special :)

I know you guys were looking forward to Disneyland, but having never been there myself, I didn't want to faux paux it all up and have angry readers telling me I didn't get it right. But there will be enough of an explanation to satisfy you, methinks :)

There are some things that need to still happen in this story and I don't want to drag out the fluffiness (as much as I love fluffy Britanella) and lose the direction I want the story to go :)

Also, it has come to my attention that I made a big boo boo with Ch. 21. It has been altered :)

I'm looking for someone with artistic ability (to rival my complete LACK thereof) to create a poster image thingy for my fics. Interested? PM me ;)

Onward and up!

-H

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :(

CHAPTER 38

Santana rubbed her tired eyes and glanced to her right. Her daughter was passed out, her head resting against a pillow propped up against the window and her feet lying across Santana's lap. Naturally, Bella had got the window seat both there and back. She slowly turned to her left, the slight movement causing Brittany's head to snuggle further into the crook of her neck.

She smiled and let her head rest against her chair as she played the most amazing weekend with her girls in her head.

First off, her marathon sexcapades with Brittany had been beyond amazing. They'd been adventurous and tried a few positions that they had last done in high school. There had been a lot of laughing and for Santana, that was the best kind of lovemaking. Brittany always made her feel so carefree and happy, like anything could happen.

They'd met Bella after school and made a quick stop off at Rachel's theatre, where Finn and Kurt were waiting to sing a beautiful rendition of Happy Birthday to Bella. She had been so excited, wanting them to repeat the performance. In order to catch their plane on time, they hadn't had time, but luckily (because she was a total genius) Brittany had filmed the whole thing on her phone and let Bella watch it over and over again on their way to the airport.

Bella had claimed the window seat, her excitement palpable. Santana and Brittany had simply lovingly watched her, their fingers entwined. Possibly the highlight of the entire trip had been an elderly couple that had sat behind them.

"She's absolutely beautiful," the woman had said, leaning over the back of Santana's seat, indicating Bella with her eyes.

"Thank you," Santana replied, smiling widely.

At that moment, Brittany and Bella had started rapping some song that Santana hadn't even heard of. Hearing her daughter trying to be all gangsta made her want to giggle with giddiness.

"You have a beautiful family," the woman had said warmly.

Brittany had looked up at that point, smiling widely at the woman. She had returned it and Santana had just nuzzled her neck, kissing her cheek softly.

Bella's energy had only dissipated once they'd been flying for about half an hour. She kept describing all the Disney characters in great detail, engaging Brittany in a playful debate about who was the best princess.

Santana, sitting in the middle, had offered to swap with Brittany, but the blonde had smiled and said that she liked being able to be so close to both her girls at the same time. The Latina had blushed and buried her nose in her book.

Their first evening had been spent getting settled into their hotel, Bella and Brittany checking each every bed for jumping durability and a lengthy dinner at a nearby restaurant. Bella had requested that they get all dressed up because she wanted to show off her new red dress that Kurt had designed for her. Her mother and best friend had happily complied, keeping their subtle touches across the table to a minimum, but barely.

They'd walked past a Disney stall and Santana had told Bella to pick out whichever stuffed animal she wanted. Excitedly, Bella had spent about half an hour debating the pros of having a life sized Nemo or an authentic Daisy Duck. Santana had eventually just bought both and a subtle glint in her daughter's eye told her that she'd planned it all along.

After an impromptu dance session outside their hotel, Santana had carried an exhausted Bella up to bed. She had sung her favourite song to her daughter as she slumbered. She'd joined Brittany in their massive king-sized bed and traded soft kisses before Brittany had requested the same song. She'd sung it softly until the blonde had drifted off into a deep sleep.

Saturday and Sunday morning had been a blur of rides and running after Bella and holding Brittany's hand as she pulled them to all the best stands with the best toys. Santana had happily played carrier, collecting about ten stuffed animals by the end of the day. The smiles on her daughter and girlfriend's faces had made every second worthwhile though.

After getting soaked on one of the rides, the trio had run back to the hotel to change into dry clothes. Brittany had taken the five minutes afforded to them to attack her girlfriend with passionate kisses. They'd ended up on the bed, only to be rudely interrupted by Bella jumping on top of them. She hadn't minded, though – Brittany had given her more than enough sweet lady kisses later that night.

Santana smiled at the memory and her left hand tightened around Brittany's subconsciously. More than ever, she was so glad she had listened to her heart. And the future promised only more happiness for them. She grinned to herself and recalled a conversation from Friday morning, when she and Brittany were naked in bed.

Santana smiled lazily and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist, resting her hands on the smooth expanse of her back. She felt Brittany shiver as she trailed fingers across the skin.

Brittany giggled into her neck. "You know that's a weak spot for me."

Santana grinned. "I do declare I never did," she said in a fake Southern drawl.

Brittany snorted. "Honey, I think your sexiness factor just went down a few notches."

"Yeah?" Santana smirked.

The blonde just raised an eyebrow in challenge.

"Guess I'll have to knock it back up again," Santana said huskily, leaning down, but Brittany burst out laughing before she could kiss her. "And now?" Santana asked in amusement.

"Sorry, you just said knock it back up again. Liked you could knock me up," Brittany smiled, a little giggle in between. "Sorry, it's silly, I know. When I'm happy like this, I have random thoughts like that."

Santana smiled. "I think it's your turn next anyway," she said softly.

Brittany's head snapped up and she stared into Santana's trusting eyes.

"Are…are you serious, San?" she whispered.

"I've already popped one out," Santana replied, holding her hands up in resignation. "I love Bella, but never again."

Brittany's smile lit up their dark room and it made Santana's gut pull deliciously.

"But, are you serious, San?"

Santana left the contented smile on her face. "I think you know that I am, B."

Brittany let out a whoosh of breath and rolled them over, her arms holding the Latina tightly to her.

"I seriously cannot thank you enough for making me happiest person in the world right now!" Brittany squealed into her girlfriend's chest, making Santana laugh out loud.

"I want us to be a proper family, B. I know it's a little down the line, but I love that we're talking about stuff like this. We never did when we were younger."

"Well, I think that's cos we were eighteen, babe," Brittany said with a grin.

"Hmmm," Santana agreed. "Didn't stop me from thinking about it, though."

"You did?"

"Course I did!" the brunette replied. She chuckled. "You're always so surprised when I show my soft side."

"I love your soft side," Brittany said cheekily, grabbing her girlfriend's naked ass and squeezing it.

Santana giggled and buried her head in Brittany's neck. She sighed happily. "I envisioned a lot of things for us, B. A house, white picket fence, a dog, kids, the whole package."

"Why did you never say anything?" Brittany whispered.

"I dunno. Probably fear. That stopped me from doing a lot of things. I was scared that you didn't want the same thing."

Brittany giggled and nuzzled Santana's shoulder. "That's so silly. I've loved you since we were thirteen. Why wouldn't I want to spend my life with you?"

The way she said it made Santana feel a little sheepish and, of course, the blonde immediately picked up on it.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. All I'm saying is that at least we're doing it right this time. If you still want those things, then I absolutely do too."

"Really?" Santana asked, lifting her head to meet Brittany's eyes.

She smiled. "Really, really," she whispered, bring their lips together.

Pretty soon, they were heading into round five.

Santana left the smile on her face for a while. She felt sorry for the stewardesses. She probably looked like some creeper.

"Sanny," Brittany murmured, nuzzling her again.

"Hey, baby," the Latina replied quietly, tracing her finger over her forehead. She hadn't called her Sanny since middle school. It was cute.

"Don't climb the tree," Brittany murmured again.

Santana giggled quietly, trying to keep her shaking shoulders to a minimum. Her girlfriend was too damn adorable.

"Hmmm," Brittany murmured, her free arm wrapping around Santana's stomach.

She raised an eyebrow. The blonde's body was now lying at an awkward angle; she couldn't possibly be comfortable.

Brittany smacked her lips softly. "Cherry chapstick," she mumbled.

This time, Santana snorted quietly, but it was enough to jerk her girlfriend awake.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said quietly, placing a hand on Brittany's cheek and she looked around disorientated. "We've still got a bit to go. You can go back to sleep if you'd like?"

"Hmmm," Brittany murmured. "Can I lie on your boobs?"

Santana chuckled, glancing around in case anyone had heard her mumble, but it didn't look like anyone had. She lifted her left arm and told Brittany to turn around. She lifted the armrest between them and Brittany snuggled back into her. Santana angled her body, careful not to wake her daughter, so that Brittany's head was resting against her breasts.

"Hmmm," Brittany hummed in approval, rubbing her head against them before promptly falling asleep again.

Santana just smiled and kept her left arm steady around her girlfriend's waist. Yeah, she was definitely gonna marry this woman one day.

It was after eight when Santana finally unlocked their apartment door and dragged their bags inside. Brittany followed, carrying a sleeping Bella. She had pretty much slept through everything since they'd left Florida.

"Can I put her to bed?" Brittany whispered.

Santana smiled up at her. "Of course, my love. I love that you want to."

Brittany grinned and leaned down to give her girlfriend a lingering kiss.

"Hmmm," Santana hummed when the blonde pulled away. "I think we need a bubble bath after this crazy weekend."

"Sounds amazing, babe," Brittany replied softly. "I'll meet you there in a bit?"

Santana nodded and walked into the bathroom, starting the hot water. She lit a few candles and poured some of Brittany's favourite bubble bath. She walked back to the living room and took their bags to their bedroom. She had no energy to unpack anything now, but she figured Bella would want her new favourite stuffed animal. Or stuffed animals. Brittany had found, hidden somewhere deep at the back of a stall, a fluffy toy pillow with all the main Disney characters on it. Bella had immediately fallen in love with it and Brittany had insisted that it would be her present to Bella. Santana had graciously stepped aside and let Brittany pay, she thought, a ridiculous amount for a stuffed toy, even if was a limited edition. But Bella had loved it so Santana couldn't really complain.

She dug the toy out of the extra bag they'd had to buy to accommodate all the stuff they'd bought and walked to Bella's room where Brittany was busy dressing her in her onesie. She dropped the toy onto her daughter's bed and tapped her girlfriend's ass smartly before grinning on her way out. Brittany's soft giggle just widened it.

She shut the water off and quickly undressed, slipping into the deliciously warm water with a sigh of contentment.

"Crap," she mumbled, remembering that she had promised to call her parents when they'd arrived back safely. She leaned over the tub and grabbed her jeans, pulling her phone out. She scrolled for the right number and let it ring.

"Hola, mija," Maribel said cheerfully.

"Buenos noches, mami," Santana smiled. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Did you three have fun on your trip?"

"Oh, Mami, it was so amazing," Santana said with a sigh. "The girls had so much fun. It was awesome. Thank you."

"Oh," Maribel brushed it off and Santana could almost see her mother waving her hand. "Mija, you know how we love to spoil our daughter and granddaughter. And adoptive daughter," she added with a laugh.

Santana grinned. "Not too far off," she said before she could stop herself.

Shit! You're supposed to be keeping this a secret, Lopez!

"Oh, really?" Maribel's voice was full of curiosity. "Does that mean what I think it means, Santana?"

"Ummm," Santana mumbled. "Maybe?" she said shyly, curling her toes in the warm water.

"Oh, this is going to be amazing! I can't wait-"

"Mami, calmarse. I haven't even asked yet," she hissed, petrified that Brittany would choose the most inopportune moment to walk in. Sure, the blonde knew of her plan – she hadn't quite figured out how, though – but she still wanted it to be a surprise.

Santana switched to Spanish, just to be safe. "Mami, I know that I'm ready to do this. And she's ready and so is Bella. We wasted so much time being angry and silly and I'm done wasting time with her. I love her so completely and I want to make it official."

"Oh, mija," Maribel breathed. "Lio!" she screeched, causing her daughter to hold the phone away from her ear in pain.

She heard her mother rapidly repeat what Santana had just said to her father and it made her smile at the proud note in Maribel's voice.

"Santanita!" Lio's voice came through strongly. "Is this true? Are you thinking about marriage?"

Santana bit her lip. "Si, papi," she whispered. "I want everything with her."

"This is fantastic news! We can't wait to come and see you in two weeks. We should go shopping, the three of us."

"Yeah?" Santana said with a wide grin.

"Yes."

"Gracias," Santana said with a smile.

She looked up and saw Brittany tiptoe in, smiling at the romantic set up. She quickly stripped and Santana scooted forward so that Brittany could climb in behind her.

"Papi, I just wanted to say a very big thank you from both Brittany and myself for this weekend. It was…"

"Magical," Brittany whispered behind her, pulling Santana back against her once she'd settled.

Santana smiled. "Yes, magical. It was the best present I could have given her. And the timing couldn't have been more perfect."

"Well, since you say that, why didn't you propose this weekend, then?"

"Uh, Papi, certain ears are nearby now," she muttered in Spanish.

"Ah!" he said, immediately understanding. "Well, we shall leave you to the rest of your evening."

"Ok, Papi. Tell Mami I love her and that I'll probably call her sometime for our weekly marathon chat about absolutely nothing."

Brittany giggled and Santana did too. She couldn't help it; it was infectious.

"Bye, Nita," Lio said warmly.

"Bye, Daddy," Santana said shyly.

She always got shy when she became Daddy's Girl. She was almost twenty-seven for Christ's sake. What mid-twenties girl was still such a Daddy's Girl?

She ended the call and looked adoringly at her background for a moment. Brittany and Bella always managed to grab hold of any photographic device and take amazing pictures of themselves. Santana had long passed the point of being surprised if there was a new background on her phone or laptop every time she looked at it.

"I like that one," Brittany said softly, letting her hands run across her girlfriend's stomach.

Santana chuckled and dropped her phone on top of her pants that were lying on the floor. "You like them all, that's why you take so many. But I love that I get to see my girls wherever I go." She settled back against Brittany and rested her against the blonde's shoulder.

"So what were you being all secretive to your parents about?" Brittany asked curiously.

"Um, nothing, really," Santana said dismissively. "Just plans for when they come down in a fortnight."

"I could go down on you for a fortnight," Brittany said wistfully, her hand absently travelling a lot lower down Santana's stomach.

"Oh," the Latina breathed, her back arching slightly as Brittany's skilled fingers lightly ran over her folds.

"Sex in water is always my favourite," Brittany husked in her girlfriend's ear. "So much wetness all around that I sometimes don't know how much of it is yours."

Santana moaned softly, her breathing increasing its pace as Brittany fingers sped up.

"Inside," she gasped. "God, B, I need you inside."

"Hmmm," Brittany mused, happily complying. "Fuck, San, you're wet. How do you get so wet for me?"

"Because I love you so fucking much," Santana said between gasps and laboured breathing. "God, only you can do this to me."

"That's right," Brittany replied with a grin. "Only me."

She flicked Santana's clit a few times, pumping in hard with three fingers, loving how Santana's walls were clenching desperately at her digits.

Santana's breathing became high-pitched and almost whiny, but in a very sexy way as Brittany continued working her up slowly. There was no need to rush things. They had the rest of their lives together. The thought made Brittany tighten her grip around Santana's waist as she fucked her.

"I love you," the blonde said breathily into Santana's ear, rocking her hips into her backside and moaning softly at the friction it caused against her own clit.

That was all it took for the Latina. Brittany held her close as her back arched and her legs shook.

"Oh, God," she breathed out. "Jesus, B. That was…" She struggled to pick up her breathing.

"Yeah, it was," Brittany agreed, still moving her fingers inside her girlfriend as she brought her down.

When Santana was breathing relatively normally again, she pulled out gently and ran her fingers over the Latina's lips. She took a sharp breath in as that magnificent tongue darted out to slide over her three fingers coated in her juices.

"Holy shit," Brittany whispered, her arousal becoming somewhat unbearable. She must have let out a little noise of discomfort because Santana was on her knees in no time, her breasts resting just below the surface, too tempting for Brittany to ignore. Santana let out a soft moan as the blonde's expert hands caressed them.

"Baby, it's your turn," she said breathlessly. "We can go for round two later, but right now I really wanna taste you."

"Here?" Brittany asked in surprise.

Santana raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm certainly not moving. So lie back and enjoy."

Brittany's eyes widened as Santana controlled her breathing, taking a deep gulp of air before disappearing under the water.

"Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus," Brittany muttered, her hands gripping the sides of the bath as Santana's incredibly talented tongue swirled around her. The water swimming around her throbbing clit just added to the amazing sensation of Santana going down on her.

"Fuck me," the blonde moaned, trying desperately to keep her noises to a minimum. One of her hands found their way into Santana's wet hair, holding her in place, but not pushing her down in case she needed to come up for air.

"Oh, oh," Brittany gasped as she felt her girlfriend's tongue moving around her entrance. "Oh my God, this is gonna be amazing," she whispered.

Santana tried desperately, but couldn't hold her breath any longer and broke out of the water, taking a deep slow breath.

"How you doing there, baby?" she asked softly, breathing hard. Her right hand tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear.

"Hmmm," Brittany murmured. "That felt amazing."

"Well, I hope you know I'm not done," Santana chuckled. She dipped her left hand under the water, keeping her right anchored against Brittany's face. She looked deeply into her eyes as she entered her with two fingers.

"Oooooh," she moaned, her eyes rolling back.

"Quiet, baby," Santana chastised.

"So good, though," Brittany said between gasps. "Holy Jesus fuck!" She took a deep breath in as Santana's fingers worked their magic inside her hot core.

"Close, baby," Brittany mumbled.

"Then excuse me for a moment," the Latina replied, taking another deep breath and disappearing underneath the water.

Brittany momentarily mourned the loss of Santana's fingers, but gasped and bucked when she felt that silky tongue exploring her insides. The water sloshed around as Brittany tried desperately to control her movements, but Santana knew exactly which buttons to press that drove her higher and higher until…

"Fuck!" Brittany moaned, her body freezing, toes curling and then collapsing, pleasure coursing through every vein.

She felt like dead weight. She could barely move, but she could still feel her girlfriend's soft, sexy lips moving all over her body, her wet hair making the sensations even better.

"You like that, baby?" Santana whispered, sucking gently on her neck.

"Hmmm," Brittany murmured, trying desperately to will her arms to move around the Latina and hold them together. She pouted in disappointment and Santana giggled, noticing it.

She pecked that sexy bottom lip. "Your body doesn't like you right now, does it?" she teased.

"Not fair," Brittany mumbled. "I'na hug you."

"You can hug me all you want when we're in bed. Right now, this water's getting cold and I wants to get my cuddle on with my incredibly sexy girlfriend."

"Yes," was all that Brittany could manage, but she was proud that it came out strong and determined.

She felt Santana move away from her, despite her feeble attempts to grab her back to her body.

"Noooo," she moaned, pouting.

"Come on, sexy, a nice big warm bed awaits us," Santana said enticingly, using that seductive voice that Brittany loved so much.

"Fuckin' love you," Brittany muttered, gripping the sides of the bath as she pushed herself up. She felt strong arms around her waist as her girlfriend helped her out of the bath. She felt Santana drying her with a towel and smiled at her girlfriend's loving tenderness.

"Really glad it's not far," Brittany mumbled, smiling at the sight of their gloriously comfortable bed.

"There you go, beautiful," Santana said tenderly, depositing Brittany on her side.

The blonde immediately snuggled into the pillows, her gorgeous ass sticking out.

"Hmmm," Santana murmured, biting her lip. She shook her head. As tempting as it was, in Brittany's half sleeping state, she'd probably get a surprised backhand through the face, It had happened before. Brittany had been so apologetic that she gone down on Santana about twenty times in as many hours.

The Latina shivered in pleasure at the memory of her spent body and how she couldn't walk for the next two days. She walked into the bathroom and drained the water, clicked off the light and poked her head into her daughter's room, but Bella was completely passed out, her new favourite toy clutched firmly in her little hands. Santana smiled lovingly and walked buck-naked into her bedroom. She switched off the light and climbed into bed, the tiring weekend catching up to her.

She felt Brittany reaching for her and automatically shuffled across the bed to her warm girlfriend. Brittany rolled onto her back with a grunt and pulled Santana into her side. The Latina happily snuggled against the blonde and kissed her cheek.

"Night, B."

"Hmmm, love you."

"Love you too."

Brittany frowned and scratched her head. Something was off and she couldn't put her finger on it.

"San?" she called from the stage.

"What's up?" her girlfriend replied, walking down the steps from where she'd been sitting at the desk.

"This tango isn't right," she muttered, more to herself than anything. "It's…there's something…"

"Ok, show me," Santana said, holding up her arms.

Brittany stepped into the stance immediately, wrapping her arm around Santana's back. Her brow was still furrowed. They moved quickly through the steps of a dance they'd perfected for their Survivor/I Will Survive mash up. Santana had loved the power of that song so much that she'd included it in her script.

Santana felt where Brittany faltered. "Ok, wait, B. Why are trying to change this part?"

"I want to do a spin, then a dip, then another spin and the mirror move," Brittany explained, still frowning.

Santana automatically ran a finger across the lines on Brittany's forehead, momentarily forgetting that they were on a stage with about twenty students.

"Oops," she whispered, but Brittany was smiling and the worry lines were gone. The Latina grinned back. "Just us, B. Dance with me."

No more words were needed. The music started and they moved effortlessly through the dance, incorporating the changes that Brittany wanted to make easily. It always was with the blonde as a partner. She led so expertly.

"Figured it out?" Santana asked with a smile, breathing a little harder.

"Yup, thanks," Brittany replied with a wink.

Santana chuckled and turned to walk off the stage and back to her work. She was figuring out the interaction between the three main characters in a major revelation scene, but placement was incredibly important.

She furrowed her brow as she rejected idea after idea. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her eyes flew open to the sound of Brittany's phone vibrating on the table. She left it, letting it go to voicemail. She didn't recognise the number and wasn't about to assume that she could answer her girlfriend's phone at any time. After the third time of calling back, Santana snatched up the buzzing device.

"Hello, Brittany's phone."

"Is the superstar available?" a male voiced asked, roaring with laughter.

"What?" Santana asked, wrinkling her nose as though she could smell the sleaze through the phone. "Who is this?"

"It's Big Rick, baby!"

Who the fuck is Big Rick?

"Britt, babe, where the hell are you?"

"I'm sorry, but Brittany is currently busy teaching at the moment," Santana snapped in a low voice so as not to attract attention.

"No, she's supposed to be here."

"And where exactly is here?" Santana asked dryly.

"At the bus station! Did she forget that she's the lead dancer in none other than Ms. Britney Spears' comeback tour?"

Santana felt the wind rush out of her. "No, you're wrong," she said, wishing her voice sounded stronger.

"'Fraid not, sweetheart. Got her contract right here. Says she belongs on this bus for the next…six months. Yup, North America and Europe, baby."

Ohmygod, ohmygod, no. NO! This has to be some kind of mistake.

"I'm sorry, Rick," Santana said snippily. "But you've clearly been duped. Brittany didn't sign any contract to go on a tour."

The voice on the other end huffed. "Look, I got a contract signed by her with that ridiculous heart on the 'i' like she always does. She told me that she'd meet us here today, at four. Ms. Spears asked for her specifically and she was only too happy to jump at the chance."

Santana felt her throat go dry and her hands started shaking.

"Ohmygod," she whimpered. "It's happening again."

She stood up abruptly, causing the chair to scrape roughly on the floor, alerting Brittany. Her brows furrowed at the look on Santana's face and she immediately made her way towards the Latina.

"No, no," Santana mumbled, backing away.

"San, what's wrong?" Brittany asked in concern, taking the steps two at a time.

"You lied!" Santana hissed. "I…I trusted you and you straight-faced lied to me! I can't believe this. I can't believe that I fell for this bullshit story again!"

Tears were streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks and Brittany saw her phone in Santana's hand. She could still hear voices coming through so obviously the Latina hadn't disconnected the call and neither had the person on the other line.

"Santana, who are you talking to?"

"Yeah, I bet you didn't think I'd find out, huh?" Santana snapped, angrily wiping her tears away. "I bet you had a good old laugh over stupid Santana falling for your story."

"Santana, please, I don't know what you're talking about!" Brittany pleaded, closing the distance between them.

"Don't lie to me!" Santana hissed, her eyes shooting daggers. The hatred in them froze the blonde in her place and she started to get really scared. There was something very, very wrong.

"San, please just explain to me what's going on?" Brittany asked, her eyes begging.

"Rick's on the phone for you," Santana said in a cold tone, tossing the blonde her phone. "Apparently you're late to board a bus for six months to be the lead dancer on the Britney Spears' tour."

Brittany's eyes widened. "No, no, Santana, that's not true! I didn't sign up for anything! Please, you have to believe me! I promised you! I promised you I'd stay here with you and I'm keeping that promise! I didn't sign up for any tour!"

"He says he has a contract with your name signed, Brittany," Santana said and it killed the blonde to hear the hurt. "How could you?"

"Santana-" Brittany began.

But the Latina turned and fled up the stairs, out of the auditorium. Brittany took a deep breath.

"Fuck, no," she muttered, taking off after her. "I'm not losing you again."

A/N: Hiiiii :) I present to you…spanner number ONE! :)

I quite liked how this chapter had a little of everything…I'm going to try and do that as much as I can, but obviously we're in for a bit of angsty times for a smidge… *le sob*

Let me know what you think! Love hearing your thoughts :)

-H