Thanks for the love chapter. I was just reminded that Santana's mom's name in show is Maria. When I was writing this story, I completely forgot that. At some point in the near future I'll change it throughout the story.
"Britt Bear!" Pierce shouts when he sees his daughter come out of security.
"Oh god," Brittany says putting her head on her wife's shoulder. "Please tell me my parents are not wearing shirts with my face on them."
"They are," Santana says her eyes going wide when she sees who they are standing next to.
"Santana honey," Gloria shouts waving at her daughter.
"Why are our parents together?" Santana whispers.
"I don't know," Brittany whispers.
They both find it odd that their parents are here together. It's not that they're not friends or at least friendly, but they've never hangout. It worries both of them.
"Santana, did you know that Whitney has a love for shoes and is part of the justice for all group too." Gloria says when the girls approach them.
"No, I didn't." Santana says looking over at her wife.
"Mom," Brittany says blushing as she hears her dad talking to Dr. Lopez about robot men. "I didn't know you'd be here with the Lopez's." she says.
"Of course we are. We all wanted to pick you up." Whitney says turning to Pierce. "Stop bugging Mario, Pierce." she harshly says.
"I'm just asking about robot men." Pierce says holding his hands up.
Brittany nods with her father, also worried about robot men.
"Don't worry about it Whitney, I don't mind." Mario says.
Santana does a double take, she's shocked. Her dad isn't known for being patient at all. In fact she's sure that until they got married he had never met the Pierce's and had only met Brittany four times in the years that they had been friends. He's always working.
"Mami, I didn't realize you guys were friends." Santana says after exchanging a wordless conversation with her wife.
"We started talking after the wedding since we're related now. We figured we should get to know each other better." Gloria says.
Santana rolls her eyes, but gives a small smile. Glad that her parents are getting along with Britt's.
"When we realized how much we had in common, it seemed stupid that we hadn't realized before. You girls have been friends for years." Whitney adds.
Both men just nod staying out of the talking.
"Maybe we should head home." Mario says after several minutes. "I have to work this evening."
Gloria swings around to say something to her husband, but Brittany starts talking first.
"I'm tired, can we go home?" Brittany softly asks.
"Of course honey." Santana says rewrapping her arms around the blonde.
"How long do the two of you plan on staying here?" Gloria asks knowing at some point soon Santana will want to go back to New York.
"Britt Bear is leaving?" Pierce asks very worried.
"Pierce we've talked about this, Brittany is moving to New York with Santana, her wife." Whitney reminds her husband.
"Oh yeah," Pierce says.
Santana waits a few seconds before answering her mom.
"We're staying a week, to pack up Britt's stuff and any of my remaining things."
"And to spend some time with you guys." Brittany adds.
"Not much, we still have to find an apartment. We can't live with Berry, Hummel and the merry band of misfits that are bound to be living there." Santana reminds her wife.
"Who's riding with who?" Pierce asks as they head down to luggage claim.
"We all rode together." Whitney tells her husband.
"Oh yeah," Pierce says before running to the baggage claim carousel.
Mario chuckles at Pierce something he never does, but this man is just too funny and not in a bad way.
"I'm scared," Santana whispers, "my dad never laughs."
"My dad can make anyone laugh. Stop worrying and just enjoy that our parents are getting along." Brittany whispers.
Grabbing their bags, walking to the car and driving to the Pierce's is a quiet affair with only Pierce asking questions about their honeymoon. Once they park, Brittany leaps out of the car and runs inside to find Lord Tubbington.
"Are you sure you two don't want to stay with us tonight?" Gloria asks her daughter again.
"Britt wants to stay the night with Lord Tubbington." Santana says shrugging. "We'll stay with you tomorrow."
"Gloria, let's go. I have to get to work." Mario says loudly. "See you tomorrow at dinner honey!" he shouts at Santana.
Santana waves to her parents as they leave. When she turns around Whitney pulls her into a hug.
"I'm so happy our Britt Britt married you." she says.
"Thanks Whitney," Santana says her smiling growing even more.
"None of that call me ma, your part of the family now." Whitney says as they reach the car.
"You can call me dad." Pierce shouts as he puts the luggage in the trunk.
Brittany catches her wife's eye and shrugs. She loves her parents, but they can just be so much sometimes. Santana though loves the Pierces because they are over the top.
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Santana flops onto Brittany's bed sighing. She loves this room, the first place she felt safe enough to love Brittany even if she couldn't verbalize it yet. This is her safe space and she plans on bringing it all with them.
"Let's put off packing for a few days. After all we're not leaving for a week." Brittany says sitting next to her wife.
"There's a lot to do in addition to finding an apartment before we get there." Santana says.
"Can we at least take tomorrow off to spend time with your parents?" Brittany softly says laying herself down.
"I guess," Santana says.
"What is it?" Brittany asks sensing that something is off with her wife.
"It's just that we have a lot of packing. I want our room to be exactly like your room. It's the first place I was myself." Santana explains.
"Then we'll do that, I'm sure our moms will help." Brittany tells her. "Let's rest and think about the rest later today."
Santana opens her arms for Brittany to climb into, which she does, laying her head on Santana's left shoulder. Brittany being actually tired falls asleep quickly, opening her mouth slightly, a little drool already starting to form. Santana on the other hand is wide awake. She's not tired, having slept on the plane. Plus her mind is still racing with everything they have to do in the next week.
First, they need to find an apartment in New York. She straight up refuses to go back to living at the loft now that they are married. It's going to be hard since they can't go look at the apartments and she doesn't trust Rachel or Kurt to search for her. Maybe she can call Quinn, this weekend she should be able to go to the city to look for them. Second, they need to pack up both their rooms here. Britts room has most of her stuff, while her room doesn't have a lot left. Then they have to pack up Lord Tubbington's stuff, ask Rachel to pack their stuff from the loft which is mostly her stuff. She needs to figure out what she's going to do either for work or go to school and her parents will help her out. With Britts smarts, she can have her pick of schools. They literally need to decide everything for their immediate future right now.
"You didn't nap did you?" Brittany asks, yawning twenty minutes later.
"I slept on the plane." Santana reminds her.
"Still you're normally exhausted after returning home from a long trip." Brittany says.
"There's just so much to do." Santana says.
"And we'll start tomorrow." Brittany softly says. "Unless you really want to start now."
"Could we?" Santana asks hopefully.
"I guess, since you're so worried." Brittany agrees and is tackled and hugged.
"Thank you, I'll call Quinn right now." Santana says getting off of her wife.
Brittany frowns not understanding where Quinn comes in. "Quinn?"
"So she can go look at the apartments we find." Santana says already dialing her phone. "I don't trust Rachel or Kurt to do it."
Before Brittany can say anything Quinn picks up.
'What do you want Satan?' Quinn harshly says. 'I was just about to fall asleep.'
'Shut it, what are you a nun now. It's not even seven o'clock.' Santana fires back.
'No, now what do you want?' Quinn asks again.
'I need you to look at apartments for us this weekend.' Santana seriously says.
'You want me to go to New York tomorrow?' Quinn asks.
'Yes, we'll send you a list of apartments we want you to look at along with an agent and tell us which is the best. So we can rent it.' Santana instructs her.
'We-'
'Hi Quinn,' Brittany shouts so Quinn can hear her.
'Hi Brittany, are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with Satan? You can still get out of it.' Quinn jokes.
'She's stuck with me now.' Santana smugly says. 'I can let myself go now.'
'For some reason I love her despite her comment.' Brittany laughs as Santana has switched to speaker phone.
'Why can't Rachel and Kurt go for you.' Quinn asks thinking that the reason is going to be stupid.
'Would you want them to pick your apartment?' Santana asks her.
'Point taken,' Quinn says.
'Please do this, otherwise she's going to freak out and not sleep until we get to New York and find an apartment.' Brittany softly says.
'For you Britt, I will.' Quinn confirms having already decided that she would before Britt asked her.
'Thanks Quinn,' Brittany says.
'I'll send the stuff later, bye.' Santana says hanging up.
"San," Brittany says.
"What?" Santana says not even acting innocent as her wife knows her too well.
"You should be nice to Quinn as she's spending her weekend checking out apartments for us." Brittany scolds her. "How are we going to pay?"
"Our parents offered to so long as we're in school, remember." Santana reminds her wife.
Brittany nods now remembering that was the wedding present their parents offered them. She makes a note to push Santana to apply to schools if she hasn't already. She already has offers from NYU, Columbia and MIT offered her project work in New York when she told them that she was leaving for NYC. She's now leaning towards working with MIT to get them some money and challenge her brain while maybe also pursuing her doctorate in advance mathematics.
"Britt, where'd you go?" Santana asks, sitting on the bed with her laptop open.
"Just thinking about applying to schools and if I want to work with MIT." Brittany tells her wife.
"I've already applied to NYU, Columbia and several other colleges in New York City. I should be hearing from them in about two weeks." Santana says giving her wife a soft smile. "And all I want is for you to be happy wither it be math, dance or something else."
"Thanks San, I'll decide after we get to New York and settle into our apartment." Brittany says curling up next to her wife to look at potential apartments.
Santana scrolls through the available apartments, eliminating the ones in neighborhoods that she knows are sketchy. She doesn't want to fear that much for her wife and self when at home. Living in New York can be scary and dangerous, but she wants to limit it as much as possible.
"Really San, that place was cute." Brittany says as Santana scrolls by a nice two bedroom third floor one.
"It's in a bad neighborhood." Santana says clicking on the next apartment.
"San," Brittany sternly says.
"Fine we'll include it for Quinn to look at." Santana says giving in.
It takes them three hours to find a list of thirty apartments for Quinn to visit and contact a real-estate agent to meet her and lead her around.
"San, I'm done for the day." Brittany says. "I'm going to go down and hangout with my parents."
"Okay your right, let's spend the rest of the evening with your parents." Santana agrees having just emailed the list to Quinn.
Whitney hugs both girls when they come down, happy to have them for the night.
"I hope you girls are hungry, I made your favorite spaghetti." Whitney tells them.
"Thanks Whitney," Santana says licking her lips, starving.
"You're the best mom." Brittany says grabbing some spaghetti and eating it.
"Eww…..her fingers were in the noodles." Ashely, Brittany's ten year old sister says.
"Are they cooked enough?" Pierce asks following Ashely in.
"Yep," Brittany says.
"Everyone sit down, I'll bring the food in." Whitney says kicking them out of her kitchen.
Santana's all smiles as she sits with the Pierce's for dinner, a loud, energetic dinner that she loves to be at.
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"You two have a shit ton of clothes." Gloria says as she folds more jeans from Brittany's closet. "Aren't these yours?" she asks her daughter holding up a pair of jeans.
"Probably, half the clothes I brought to New York with me were Britt's clothes." Santana says shrugging.
Gloria shakes her head at the fact that the girls have been living like a married couple for years. How she never noticed that the two girls were together is beyond her.
"At least you don't wash their thongs." Whitney says laughing.
Gloria goes white at the thought.
"Whitney!"
"Mom!"
"What? I currently am holding a box of their thongs." Whitney says and Santana snatches the box out of her hands.
"This is so embarrassing." Brittany says quietly to Santana.
"At least our dads where downstairs and didn't hear." Santana says.
"That's the truth." Brittany whispers.
"Any other heavy stuff?" Mario asks popping his head in.
"These book cases," Santana smiling at her dad.
She's so happy that he actually took time off work to help them pack. Yesterday they packed up the remaining stuff in her room including all the furniture and now they are tackling Brittany's room with only three days before they leave.
"Pierce, we have some more heavy lifting!" Mario shouts.
"Coming!" Pierce shouts.
While the guys take the bookcases down under Whitney's supervision, the rest of the girls continue packing.
"Where's your sister?" Gloria asks Brittany.
"Staying with a friend so she doesn't bug us." Brittany tells her mother-in-law. "And before you say anything she would be annoying."
"I trust you." Gloria says smiling at them. "On another note are you sure about the apartment Quinn picked for you."
"Yeah mami, she knows what we like." Santana says packing up a box of stuff animals. "She even checked on wither we can have Lord Tubbington there."
"It was great of her. I know he's excited for the road trip." Brittany says genuinely smiling at the thought.
Santana grimaces at the thought, but she's doing this for her wife.
It takes most of the day for them to finish packing up all their stuff, putting all of it in the U-Haul. They head to dinner with the Lopezs.
"Are you girls sure you don't want to take one of your cars?" Mario asks for like the third time that hour.
"Yeah dad, there's no need to drive in the city. If we need a car for some reason, we can rent one." Santana says pulling out the chair for her wife.
"Thanks hon," Brittany says kissing her cheek.
"Mario, why can't you be that sweet?" Gloria jokes.
"You don't kiss my cheek when I pull out your chair." Mario counters causing the three women to laugh.
Brittany loves being around the Lopez's when they are actually all together. Gloria and Mario have always been nice to her and like their daughter never told her she's stupid and have encouraged her different way of thinking. Plus it's always more fun when Mario actually takes time off work as the two women look happier.
"So…..as you young ladies know, us and the Pierce's will pay for your apartment so long as you are in school. Have you applied to schools yet?" Mario asks.
"I've applied to several schools in the city and should hear from them in the next two weeks." Santana says knowing that her dad will be happy with how prepared she is.
"Wow honey, I'm impressed." Mario says truly happy for his daughter.
"What about you Britt?" Gloria asks curious about what the blonde has planned.
"MIT offered me to work on a project in the city though I've also applied to Julliard and have other offers." Brittany says and Santana beams at her ubber proud.
"Well it sounds like you two ladies have things well in hand. I'm very proud of your planning." Mario says.
"Thanks,"
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Whitney and Gloria are sobbing, hugging their daughters not ready to let them go. It's the day that Santana is driving them and all their stuff to the City with tomorrow being Saturday the day all their friends are going to help them unload the U-Haul.
"Mami, we have to leave if we want to make it before dark." Santana says trying to extract herself from her mom.
"Nope you can't leave." Gloria says.
"I'm going to miss you Britt Britt." Whitney sniffles.
"I get Britty's room." Ashely shouts for the umpteenth time.
It takes ten minutes for them to finally leave.
"We're really going." Brittany says bouncing in her seat with Lord Tubbington in her arms.
"This is the start of our married life." Santana says smiling.