"That feels good." Santana moaned softly as Brittany kissed down her neck. She turned her head to catch Brittany's lips in a sweet kiss as she sighed. "What time is it?" She asked, rubbing her eyes and wiggling deeper into Brittany's embrace, her tired eyes never opening as Brittany stroked her arm.

"Quarter after ten." Brittany told her, hugging her wife tightly and kissing her on the forehead. "You can relax for another couple hours before we need to go get Mackenzie from school and head to the hospital for the Make A Wish foundation."

"Okay." Santana nodded, opening her eyes and staring at Brittany. "Are you okay?" She rasped, running her hand up and down Brittany's back. "I felt you get out of bed a few times last night, were you sick?"

Brittany nodded with a smile. "I'm fine, just going to go for a run this morning."

Santana stared at her before nodding and moving to get up, "do you need me to stretch you?"

As she pressed their lips together again Brittany shook her head. "I worked out a little on the bike already, and danced while you were snoring." I should be good, I feel nice and loose. Stay in bed."

"Hmmm, okay." Santana replied, staring deep in Brittany's eyes.

"I made you a salad for when you wake up." Brittany smiled softly as she kissed Santana on the forehead and slid out of bed.

"You've gotten a lot done this morning already." Santana looked over Brittany's body slowly, she was wearing a pair of pink and yellow running shorts, and a white Snixx tank top, her hair was in a high ponytail, she looked so youthful to Santana, who began to smile brightly at her before licking her lips. Brittany started to gain weight after being diagnosed with lupus initially when she wasn't able to work out as often as she used to. Slowly over the years she began to have a harder time keeping her weight gain under control, and even though to the general public she was still extremely thin, both her and Santana noticed her weight gain, which Santana loved on her, but Brittany was a little self conscious about, so Santana was always sure to Brittany know how much she truly loved her body. She leaned forward and kissed a trail across the bottom of Brittany's back, trailing her tongue to her side and kissing her there as well. She knew those were the spots Brittany struggled with and was the most upset by, so she loved on those spots as often as possible. She then massaged there slowly before pulling her shirt back down. Brittany left out a shaky sigh, she knew what Santana was doing and appreciated the extra care she showed her body in the past couple of years.

"I ran you a hot bubble bath." Brittany smiled, turning to glance her wife. "Go relax, I'll be back in time to get showered and dressed."

Santana nodded. "Hair and makeup are meeting us at your office after we get Mack from school."

"Okay, see ya later." Brittany offered a small wave before leaving the bedroom.

Santana sighed as she reached for her cell phone and looked at her numerous notifications, she replied to a text from Hannah, a text from Carter, and finally a text from her cousin Mario in Lima. She chatted back and forth with Mario for a few minutes, inviting him out to LA to see the kids and catch up with her and Brittany, before she finally stripped and got in the tub, she blew some bubbles around before relaxing and grabbing her cell phone again. She lifted one of her legs and rubbed suds strategically on it and took a picture, posting it to Instagram with the caption bubble bath courtesy of the best wife in the world. She laughed at the numerous comments that appeared right away, she replied to a few comments she thought were hilarious before getting on Twitter and replying to some fans. She answered a few questions she noticed in her mentions before deciding to a quick #askSantana with her fans.

SANTANALP – OK BABES LETS DO A QUICK #ASKSANTANA WHILE I SOAK IN THE TUB. NO ? IS OFF LIMITS.


After her bath Santana got dressed in a pair of small Fierce Pierce shorts and one of Brittany's old McKinley High hoodies, she slipped on a pair of best gma in the world socks that were bright green and purple to make her way to the kitchen. She went right to the fridge and pulled out the salad Brittany made her. She was staring in the fridge door, trying to decide which salad dressing she wanted to use when Cinderella began to bark loudly, running out of the kitchen and towards the front door.

Santana raised an eyebrow as she picked her dressing and poured it on her salad, after she grabbed a fork, she stepped on her hoverboard, and began shakily made her way to the front door, eating her the entire way. She opened the front door, since Cinderella was scratching at it and saw Mercedes walking to the house.

"What the fuck?" Mercedes laughed. "Your bourgeois ass would use one of these to get around your house, and you aren't matching."

Santana laughed. "I'm just getting used to it, I won't show you all the bruises I have from falling off of it. What are you doing here?" She asked as Mercedes walked in the house, carefully hugging her, and heading towards the family room.

"Just thought I would come over to visit." Mercedes shrugged as she pulled her sneakers off and sat on the couch, tossing a blanket over her legs. Santana stared at her and knew something was wrong.

"Want to talk?" Santana asked as she carefully stepped off the board and sat down next to Mercedes on the couch, continuing to eat her salad and tossing a piece of chicken to Cinderella, who stared at it before finally eating it.

"Not yet."

"Okay, mind if I talk?" Santana asked.

"Go for it." Mercedes smiled, rubbing Cinderella behind the ear.

"I'm at a loss with Brittany." Santana started, setting her salad down on the table. "She's so hot and cold, Cedes. Her moods are all over the place, she keeps saying she's just in a funk, but I don't know. I think it could be something deeper. I've been in funks before and they never last this long. She's worse every day. I thought the anniversary trip would help, she was excited when we booked the trip, you know? Then we had that rough couple days before, but when we landed in Dubai, she was all smiles. We laughed, we danced, we made love, we had crazy sex, we drank, we talked…I felt like we were sixteen and back in North Carolina for the spring break trip we all went on…just free. It was an amazing week, I had Brit back, like really had her back. I thought we were in a good place, then we got back to LA, and it's been back to shit, kinda."

"Deeper like what?" Mercedes asked.

Santana shrugged and took another big bite of her salad. "I've tried everything to get her out of this funk, we went shopping, had a spa day, I got her car detailed and waxed, I offered to get her a new bracelet…."

Mercedes laughed and shook her head as she held up her hand. "You did what makes you feel better when you're in a funk. Brittany doesn't care about jewelry or shopping, or any of that. We both know that, hell the world knows that. While every other celebrity, myself included, posted pictures of the diamonds, cars, expensive shoes and clothes that we got for Christmas, Brittany posted a picture of you and the your big ass kids all asleep around the Christmas tree from the night before. I know you decked Brit out last year, top of the line everything, and she posted a picture of your snoring ass. You know she doesn't care about material things."

Santana sighed and picked up her salad again, looking down and avoiding Mercedes's eyes. "You said you had the old Brittany back, right?" Mercedes asked, she stared at Santana until the Latina nodded slightly. "Are you sure, or did you just want to believe that everything was okay? Did you two talk on the trip, like really talk, or did you just accept when she quickly said she was okay?"

Santana flopped back on the couch and groaned loudly. "Why is marriage so fuckin hard? I don't know what Brittany needs. I don't, Cedes, I'm lost right now. So lost."

Mercedes kicked her playfully and rolled her eyes. "You know Brittany better than anyone in this world, you know what she needs, what she craves, her highs and her lows. All Brittany ever really wants is you. You know that. You two could lose everything right now, I mean everything and as long as tonight before going to bed in your cardboard box you told Brittany you loved her, she would be content." She shifted and lifted her other leg on the couch. "Think about all the times that have made Brittany the happiest, the little things you've done. They don't involve you spending a shit load of money, Brit's not into that, she usually just wants you. You're all she's ever wanted."

Santana stared at Mercedes and nodded. "I get what you're saying. But enough about Brit and me, what's with you and Zach?"

"Arguing, arguing, and more arguing." Mercedes shrugged. "We are arguing about everything from the direction of my album, to what college Zacky will go to, to where we are spending Christmas, to what we fucking have for dinner."

Santana frowned. "Ummmm, let's start with your album, what's the problem?"

"I want to stay true to my R&B roots, he wants me to try to cross over into pop." Mercedes rolled her eyes.

"You're fucking 50 years old." Santana frowned.

"49 years old, bitch."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah semantics." Santana waved her off. "Seriously, why does he want you to try to crossover now in your career?"

Mercedes rolled her eyes and shrugged. "I'm not selling out to make a few more dollars. You know that singing has always been so passionate for me. I put so much of my soul, my being, I put my everything into my music, and I'm not going to sell out, San."

"Even if it means more fans and more money?" Santana asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't sing for the money, you know that." Mercedes snapped.

Santana took another bite of her salad and nodded. "I know, but what about gaining new fans? I know you want to stay true to your roots, and I can't fault you for that, babe, but think about the news fans you could be making by doing just one crossover song." Mercedes rolled her eyes so Santana sat up straighter. "You are probably the world's greatest singer, your resume is untouched by anyone in the game right now, but your music does alienate a number of people. We are getting older in the industry, and this new generation, our kids age and younger, just aren't listening to us. We have to branch out."

Mercedes stared at her blankly. "Would you sell out and make a pop song, at this stage in your career, honestly. If Zach called you right now and handed you a reference for a pop song, what would your reaction be?"

Santana looked down and cleared her throat.

"Exactly." Mercedes rolled her eyes.

"But it's causing problems in your marriage." Santana reminded her. "You always preach to me that if something is causing a fight or trouble with Brittany to take a step back and analyze it, weigh the pros and cons. You can walk away from music today and be proud of what you've accomplished, you know? But can you walk away from you marriage with no regrets?"

Mercedes sighed. "Of course not, but I don't want to sabotage my legacy either. You know how fickle this industry is, all it takes is one song, one moment in your career to change everything."

"Same goes for your marriage." Santana whispered. "I know I'm the last person that needs to be giving advice about marriage, but don't let your pride in your career ruin your marriage."

"My career..."

"Is not worth ruining your marriage over, you and Zach are made for each other." Santana smiled. "From the moment met Zach I knew he was perfect for you. I know I get a lot of marital advice from you, but I'm going to give you some now, that I learned from my amazing friend...you." She winked. "Don't let outside forces have an influence on your marriage, I know your career is important to you, but don't let this fight set the tone. I know you're hurting from this fighting with Zach, I know you..." Mercedes looked away when Santana grabbed her hand. "So I'm not the best friend, but I notice your teas, the sad eyes...I notice Cedes, and I know it's from the problems in your marriage. Just like you promised me after my wedding to make sure Brit and I stay married, I made that same promise to you on your wedding day. I take that shit serious." She added with a smile. "I'm here for you, you know that."

"I hate you." Mercedes smiled.

"I know." Santana winked. "So what are you doing for Christmas?"

"Lima with my family I think but Zach doesn't want to go Lima, so at this rate, we'll end up right here in LA." Mercedes replied, "You are going to Colorado, right?"

"Yeah, using my tour bus and letting Madison and Noah fly over in our plane a day later since Madison has a meeting she can't get out of. I'm hoping a trip with the kids and grandkids will lift Brittany's mood a little." Santana nodded.

"Where is she now?"

"Out for a run I guess." Santana shrugged.

Mercedes glanced at her watch. "Well I gotta get going, but I'll call you later."

"Walk your Aunt Cedes to the door." Santana told Cinderella, who lifted her head and stared at her before huffing and lying back down. "I guess you're truly one of the kids and ignore me too." She laughed as she stood up to walk Mercedes out.


"Ready Mackenzie?" Santana asked her daughter as they walked into Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

Mackenzie, who was holding Brittany's hand tightly, her cell phone firmly in her other hand while she scrolled through her Twitter timeline, look up at her mother and nodded. "Yes, mommy. Grammy said to just be myself."

"That's right, Mack." Brittany agreed. "This girl may have a medical condition but that doesn't take away from her, okay. I know you know how to conduct yourself about people from all backgrounds, but I just want you to be prepared for whatever this patient is going through."

"They didn't say?" Santana frowned, nodding a thank you to Sam as he opened a door for them. Even though Santana didn't want to have a full security detail, wanting to keep a low profile, she knew it was necessary.

"No, the letter just said that she really wanted to meet me." Mackenzie shrugged.

Santana leaned over to Brittany and whispered sharply. "You didn't check to see what illness she had?"

"No, it's not important." Brittany shook her head, locking eyes with Santana, a silent plea for her to relax and not cause a scene.

Brittany squeezed Mackenzie's hand as the Emily led the family to the correct floor, a few fans that recognized Brittany and Santana, waving and quickly snapping pictures, as the women smiled politely back, Santana winking at a few that called her name. Once Emily got everything squared away with the hospital, the family, and the representatives from the Make A Wish Foundation she came back to the private waiting room the three were sitting in and nodded for them to come.

Mackenzie jumped up first, her mothers close behind, and made her to the patient's room. She smiled immediately at her, before looking around, taking how brightly decorated her room was, she noticed the video games hooked up to the side, the pile of books on the desk next to her bed, and the numerous posters of not only her but of Santana and Brittany on her walls. "Hi, I'm Mackenzie." She smiled happily, extending her hand to the girl.

"I'm Savannah." A brown skinned girl smiled, quickly shaking her hand. "It's so cool to meet you." She beamed.

"I'm no one special." Mackenzie shook her head with a smile, sitting on the side of the hospital bed. "It's cool to meet you."

After getting the politics out of the way, with Santana and Brittany meeting Savannah's parents, a host of pictures being taken all around, Mackenzie did a quick interview for a few news stations, followed by Santana and Brittany answering a few questions but wanting to keep the focus on Mackenzie and Savannah. After the cameras and all the excitement died down, Brittany and Santana led Savannah's parents to the private waiting room they had set up where they had refreshments and a few gifts from them and Savannah. Santana got a hold of a wish list that the girl had and bought almost everything on the list that she could.

"I can't believe I'm sitting in the same room as Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce." Andrea, Savannah's mom smiled.

Brittany laughed softly and shook her head. "Please, we are just Brittany and Santana right now, no titles, no celebrity status, we are just a group of parents chatting, while our girls hang out."

"Right." Santana nodded, opening a can of Pepsi and taking a sip.

"You two are way more humble than I ever imagined." Andrea noted. "I mean, I've read all the articles about how philanthropic you two are, how nice you are, how easy you are to talk to and be around...but you can never believe that until you experience it for yourself."

Santana glanced at Brittany. "One of the most important things for both us, is to remember we can lose all of this at any moment, we are blessed to have the careers and lifestyle that we do, but we never, ever forget where we come from."

"Well thank you agreeing to come with Mackenzie, Savannah is such a huge fan of her." Gregory, Savannah's father chimed in.

"Our pleasure." Santana smiled. "Mack has been excited about this as well. So, my assistant said you two had some questions for us?"


Mackenzie looked around the hospital room at the pictures of herself and laughed. "I hated this photo-shoot, it was so hot." She pointed to a picture on the wall.

Savannah looked at the picture and laughed. "I think that's my favorite shoot of yours, it's the most natural." She shrugged, standing up slowly. Mackenzie turned, moving to help her but Savannah shook her head. "I'm okay, but thanks. I can move around and stuff, I think the Make A Wish foundation just wanted me in the bed for dramatic effect in the pictures."

"Oh." Mackenzie frowned as Savannah, who was roughly her height walked over towards her.

"See the way you're sweating in the picture, it makes it real, my friends think the sweat was photoshopped but I can tell it's real." Savannah explained.

"You're into photography." Mackenzie smiled, causing Savannah to pause. "I did research on you, well I was a creep and stalked your social media accounts." She laughed. "It's a cool hobby, my brother Ashton is really into photography, and he helped me pick out a camera for you." Mackenzie walked over to a box by the door and picked it up. "Your birthday is next week, right? Happy Birthday." She held the box out to Savannah.

The girl blinked out a stream of tears. "Yeah, it is, thanks." She accepted the box and sat down, quickly opening it and pulling out a Nikon camera, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve and exhaled shakingly. "Meeting you was gift enough, you didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to." Mackenzie smiled. "Ashton has the same one, and he said if you have questions or anything just call, and he'll come help you."

"Thanks." Savannah smiled, hugging Mackenzie tightly.

"What's it like being in the hospital all the time?" Mackenzie then asked quietly.

Savannah set the camera box done and shrugged. "I've been in and out of hospitals since I was five, it's kind of all I know. I'm home schooled so I really just sit here all the time."

"Can you ever leave the hospital?" Mackenzie asked.

"Yeah, I have a nurse that comes with me, my friends take me to museums sometimes."

"Do you know how to bowl?" Mackenzie asked.

"Yeah, I've been a few times."

Mackenzie smiled. "I have a bowling alley at my house, I'll see if you can come over and bowl sometimes, that way you get out of the house, at least for a few hours. My moms are both really good cooks too, you can have dinner with us."

"So this is what a friend is?" Savannah blushed.

"Definitely." Mackenzie nodded to her. "So, I see a bag of gummy worms over there...you sharing?" She asked with a big smile.

Savannah laughed and grabbed the bag. "Maybe."


"I admire you two." Brittany told Gregory and Andrea. "It takes a lot of strength to deal with having a sick child." Santana placed her hand on Brittany's lap and nodded in agreement, Brittany placed her hand on her wife's and squeezed it gently.

"It's no different than you two dealing with each other's illnesses." Gregory shook his head. "I mean, you have Lupus, my mom died from Lupus complications a few years back, so I know it takes a lot of strength for Santana to deal with that. I remember all the news reports from when Brittany was in London, we were actually in London at that same time."

"We were at the show." Andrea chimed in.

"You flew all the way to London to see me dance?" Brittany asked, a wave of humility coming over her.

"Huge fans." Gregory nodded. "Well, honestly my wife is." He clarified. "I took her as a surprise for her birthday."

"He's a keeper." Santana winked at Andrea with a big smile.

"The reports were so scary, I remember putting myself in your shoes, knowing exactly, well kind of how you felt." Andrea nodded.

Santana smiled. "I guess it wouldn't be any different. Well thank you, for all of your prayers and support." She added. "It means a lot to both of us."

Brittany discreetly wiped a tear from her eyes. "Santana will be performing soon with Mercedes, how about we get some tickets for you three, to make up for the show?" Santana nodding in agreement.

"Savannah would love that, but you don't need to do that." Andrea shook her head.

"I want to." Brittany exhaled shakingly. "The last thing I ever want to do is let down a fan, you flew across the world to see me dance and I didn't even dance."


"What's it like being a celebrity?" Savannah asked.

Mackenzie twirled her gummy worm around her fingers and shrugged. "You know how you said you felt caged in here sometimes, the times where you have to stay in the hospital for days on end and can't leave?" Savannah nodded. "That's how my life feels sometimes. "I feel like I live in a cage sometimes, a clear cage that the world has constant access to. I'm grateful for my life, but it's hard sometimes. I have to watch what I say, what I do, what I tweet. I always have to be aware of cameras...being a celeb isn't all it's cracked up to be. Having superstar moms is a gift and curse."

"I can totally see that. Every time I get on Twitter TMZ is posting a story about your family." Savannah laughed. "I know what you all had for dinner the other night because the paps saw your moms at the grocery store."

Mackenzie laughed. "Yeah, but the plus side of all the pictures is that I have a ton of myself. It's like having a personal photographer follow you around."

"Except they get all the bad pictures and angles too." Savannah teased.

"Oh my God, that's the worse." Mackenzie laughed and nodded. "I don't want to be weird but do you mind if I come back and hang out with you some time? You're really cool, and I like hanging out with you."

"You don't mind hanging out in the hospital?" Savannah asked.

"No, unfortunately my moms have spent so much time in hospitals, that I'm used to them." Mackenzie shrugged.

"Okay, I can kick your butt in Mario Kart." Savannah smiled. "And you can help me out with the latest fashions."

"You got it." Mackenzie smiled.


8pm

Brittany was sitting in the family room on her iPad playing a game, the TV watching her when Santana walked in quietly. She stared at Brittany for a few moments before clearing her throat softly and walking over towards her wife and setting a small grey kitten in her lap. Brittany quickly looked up from her ipad as her eyes widened and smiled as the kitten walked around in a circle on her lap and began to sniff her hand.

"Who's this cutie?" Brittany asked as Santana sat down next to her, setting down a bag of toys she bought.

"Lady Tubbington." Santana smiled. "Tubby died a while ago, and Lord T has been gone for years now. I know how much you love cats and since you've been down lately, I thought she could lift your spirits a little. I got grey because Lord T was grey so and she was like staring at me in the store."

Brittany scratched behind the kitten's ear when she rolled over on her back and smiled down at her. "Lady Tubbington, huh?" She asked Santana raising her eyebrow and tapping the kittens paws gently.

"Well, yeah, I thought we could keep a theme going." Santana shrugged.

"This is a boy, San." Brittany giggled as she set the kitten back on all four paws and laughed when he began to pat at her leg.

"No, I asked for a girl." Santana shook her head. "The girl at the store said this is a girl."

Brittany raised the kitten and held him up to Santana. "Look, this is a boy." She laughed.

"For fucks sake!" Santana then snapped. "I specifically asked for a girl, let me call this damn place, here give it back so I can return it and get you a girl."

"No." Brittany leaned over and kissed her quickly. "He's perfect, don't return him, it's not a big deal if it's a boy or a girl."

"But..."

Brittany leaned over and kissed Santana quickly to stop her from complaining. "He's perfect." She repeated. "Thank you, baby, this is really sweet of you. I know you don't want more pets in the house, so you buying him is amazing."

"You're welcome." Santana blushed. "But I seriously have to return him B, I have to get a girl. I got stuffed engraved with Lady Tubbington already. Look at the collar and tag." She cringed. "Even the bowls I bought are engraved."

"So we keep the name." Brittany shrugged. "This is the one you personally picked out, baby, I want to keep him."

"But it's a boy." Santana frowned. "He can't be called lady."

"Since when have we every conformed to what everyone thinks is normal or right?" She raised an eyebrow at her wife before rubbing the kitten's back.

"Okay." Santana smiled. "Welcome to the family Lady Tubbington." She nodded. "Where are the kids?"

"Right here." Ashton walked in, his backpack thrown over his shoulder, with Carter, who was carrying a duffel bag."

"Cool, a new kitten." Carter smiled grabbing the kitten and setting it on his shoulder.

Santana quickly grabbed the scared kitten and handed him back to Brittany, rolling her eyes at her son. "It's a baby, don't give him a little heart attack, you're a giant." She snapped. "His name is Lady Tubbington."

Ashton stared blankly at his mother. "Why is that his name?"

"Long story." Brittany laughed.

Carter sat on the couch next to Brittany and held out his hand to the kitten, frowning when he just stared at his hand and sit on Brittany's lap, looking up at the blonde, who rubbed his head. "Can you two go get some pizzas for dinner?"

"Where's Mack?" Santana asked, looking at Carter as he picked up the kitten and held him to his face, while Brittany went through the bag of stuff she brought home for him.

"I'm here, mommy." Mackenzie smiled, walking in the family room as she wiped the sweat from her face. She was wearing a pair baggy sweats and a fitted t-shirt. "I was working on my routine for the showcase. Momma, do you want to see it?"

Brittany nodded. "Absolutely, why don't you first turn on the cameras and record yourself tonight, then I can take a look at it and then watch you do it in person tomorrow."

"Okay." Mackenzie smiled as her eyes widened at the kitten and she ran over to the floor where Carter was now sitting with his legs open in a V, with the kitten in-between them, swatting at the toy Carter was dangling in front of him.

"What time is your game tomorrow?" Brittany asked Carter.

"7pm." Carter told her.

"Let's go C, let's get the pizzas." Ashton stated, accepting the cash Santana pulled out of her pocket and handed him.


"So how is high school?" Ashton asked Mackenzie, who was sitting in the sunroom by the fireplace, her history book on her lap while she took notes in a notebook to the side of her.

Mackenzie looked up at her brother and shrugged. "Okay."

"What does that mean?" He asked handing her a plate with a small piece of pie on it, and sitting down across from her on the floor.

"My grades are okay, I'm not the smartest so..."

"Who said you aren't smart?" Ashton asked quickly, cutting her off.

"My grades." Mackenzie laughed.

"What subjects do you have trouble in?" Ashton asked.

"History, math, and science. I have biology this year and it's so hard." She groaned.

Ashton grabbed her biology book and looked at it, setting it in his lap. "Why didn't you come to me for help?" He asked her with a small frown.

"You're always busy." Mackenzie shrugged.

Ashton shook his head. "That's bull, Mack. When have I ever told you I was too busy when you asked me for anything?" He snapped at her.

"Never."

"Tutoring sessions every Wednesday at 8pm, right here." He told her patting the floor.

"Thanks Grey."

"So what else is going on in high school? Tell me about Bronson." He told her lifting one of the forks off the plate and taking a bite of the pie.

"Why?" She asked slowly.

Ashton laughed. "I'm not Carter and Noah, or mom. I'm not going to attack him, I just heard you've been kind of hanging out with and I'm curious about him."

Mackenzie quickly described Bronson, showing a picture of him, which happened to be her lock screen, to Ashton. She explained he was a basketball player that he got good grades, and what his favorites were. She ended by explaining that she wanted to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance, but was nervous.

"Well, if he likes basketball, why not write a message on a basketball." Ashton shrugged.

"Hmmmmm."

"Or, see if mom will let him come over and plan something in the gym here." Ashton suggested. "Wait...are you sure he'll say yes?"

"Positive." Mackenzie nodded. "And I've been practicing how to kiss."

Ashton quickly frowned. "What the hell?"

"You said you wouldn't be like Carter and Noah." Mackenzie pleaded.

Ashton rolled his eyes and sighed. "Look, I'll help you plan something to ask him out, okay? But I don't want to hear about you kissing."

"I kissed Andie to practice." Mackenzie spit out before covering her mouth.

"Ummmm, okay." Ashton nodded to her. "But why?"

"She said she would show me how to kiss."

"Do you like girls?" Ashton asked his sister.

"I don't know."

"Okay." He nodded. "Well, are you sure you like Bronson?"

"Positive." She replied.

"Okay, so let's get through this history assignment that you've been doing since after dinner and then I'll look at your biology homework then we'll plan something for this dance. I can't believe I'm helping you ask out a boy." He groaned.

"Thanks Grey, you're totally my favorite brother." She smiled brightly.


Midnight

Santana stepped out of her shower, yawning as stretched and dried off. She sat on the side of the tub and lotioned herself up. She blew out the candles in the bathroom and walked naked into the bedroom to grab clothes to put on. She saw Brittany sitting in bed with the kitten in her lap, talking quietly to him. She looked up and saw her wife's naked frame walk in the closet, she waited as Santana came back out, a pair of blank panties and a oversized t-shirt in her arms.

Santana smiled at Brittany before putting on her panties and the t-shirt and sitting at the vanity. Brittany watched her start to brush her hair and set the kitten on the floor, smiling when he quickly curled in a little ball and laid down, his eyes on her as she walked over to her wife. Brittany leaned over her back and hugged the Latina tightly kissing her on the cheek before heading to the bathroom. Lady Tubbington jumped up and stared at the bathroom door, walking quickly over to it and sitting down.

"She'll be back out." Santana told him as she pulled her hair into a bun on the top of her head and yawned. She smiled at the kitten, who patiently waited for Brittany at the door and climbed in bed, pulling the sheets back and sighing in contentment once her head hit the pillow, her eyes closing immediately.

Thirty minutes later Brittany came back to the bedroom after her shower and slipped in bed cuddling close to Santana, who woke up and opened her eyes slightly when she felt her wife's arm wrap around her waist. Brittany peppered kisses down the back of her neck and exhaled softly against her. "Good night, San."

"Night, baby." Santana nodded as she closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.

Brittany waited until Santana was in a deep sleep and slipped out of bed, the kitten, who was asleep on the side of the be, jumped up so Brittany picked him up and went downstairs, she closed the door to her studio and sat on the mat in the corner with the kitten, who curled in her lap and laid back down.

"What is wrong with me?" Brittany shook her head, hot tears spilling out of her eyes. "Something's wrong, I think this is more than a funk." She stood up suddenly, setting the kitten down, and walking over to the stereo. She turned on a song and began to dance slowly, letting the music move her body.

Santana rolled over and expected to hug Brittany but was shocked when she realized Brittany wasn't it bed, she sighed and rubbed her eyes, debating on whether or not she wanted to look for her. She decided not to and instead pressed the intercom to Brittany's studio. She heard the music and laid back down, staring at the ceiling, she noticed the music Brittany was playing and sighed at the slow, melancholy music. She heard Brittany start to sniffle and sat up in bed, pulling her bun out of her head and running her fingers through her hair. She turned up the volume and leaned against the headboard, tears filling her own eyes.

Brittany continued to dance, ignoring the tears streaming down her face; once the song ended she collapsed to the floor and hid her face in her hands as she cried. The kitten stared at her before walking over to her slowly and sitting next to her, Brittany lifted him in her lap and slid back to the wall as she silently cried.

"I need you, daddy, I don't know what to do, I don't know what's wrong..." Brittany yelled. "I don't know what's wrong."

Santana jumped from Brittany's loud cry and stared at the intercom, she heard another song start and knew Brittany was dancing again, so she laid back down keeping the intercom on. Two hours later Brittany came back upstairs and took a quick shower to rinse off, she then carefully laid back in bed, a little ways away from Santana, who was now curled in a ball.

"Why can't you talk to me about what's wrong?" Santana asked suddenly, startling Brittany, who assumed she was asleep.

"Go back to sleep, Sanny." Brittany sighed.

"No." Santana turned over and stared at Brittany, her own eyes now red and glossy. "What's wrong?"

"Good night, Sanny." Brittany smiled softly. "I love you so much, so, so, so much."

"Brit..."

"Please just hug me and hold me so I can fall asleep in your arms." Brittany pleaded. Santana sighed and slid closer to Brittany, holding her as tightly as she could, peppering kisses to the back of her head. "Thank you."


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