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Chapter Ten: Parents

Santana fumbled for her room key, while Brittany held her against the door, softly kissing the brunette's neck.

"Not that I'm complaining," Santana croaked, trying to concentrate on the cards in her hands. "But I really need you to stop before I do something that would get us kicked out of the hotel."

Brittany giggled, but didn't stop kissing Santana's neck and jaw.

"Come on," Santana growled, shoving the card into the slot in the door, getting more and more frustrated when it wouldn't open.

The door suddenly clicked and then next thing Santana knew, she was toppling to the floor, with Brittany on top of her.

Through the pain aching in her back, Santana fondly moved all of the blonde hair on her face to the side and sat up, smiling. "Tonight is not going in our favour."

Brittany moved towards her again. "That's okay, I like a challenge."

The whole affair was wonderful and Santana felt so safe with Brittany, who cuddled right up close to Santana afterwards and fell asleep, murmurs of 'that was great' and 'goodnight' being whispered in her ear.

Santana didn't really like the fact that they jumped into bed on the first time they met, but then again, she wasn't really complaining.

So when she woke up the next morning, with Brittany curled into her side, and the sound of banging on her door, she cringed and slowly sat up in bed, her head pounding.

Brittany stirred beside her. "Wha?" she mumbled, her eyes half open.

Adorable.

Santana smiled at her cute ways. "Better get up, Brit. There's someone looking for us."

"What time is it?" Brittany yawned, reaching for her phone on the bedside locker. Her eyes widened. "It's nearly eleven!"

"Shit," Santana gasped. "Kurt." She darted out of bed, pulling last night's shirt over her head and trying to brush her hair at the same time.

Her leg was halfway into her trouser leg when Santana heard Kurt's voice from behind her door. "I've been out here for about twenty minutes. Get up, Santana."

Santana froze, and then looked over at Brittany. "Hide," she hissed, pointing towards the closet doors.

Brittany clambered out of the bed, with a sheet covering her body and awkwardly stumbled into the closet, the hangers whacking at her head in the process.

Santana shoved her way into her pants and practically tripped over herself to open the door. It swung open and she smiled innocently at Kurt. "Hey," she drawled out, waving awkwardly.

Kurt stood there gawking at her, his designer clothes on, hair perfectly slicked up. "You look disgusting."

"How sweet," Santana snarled, bowing to him sarcastically. "Please, do come in. But, the room's a little bit of a kip, feel free to write notes on that."

Kurt made his way into the room, and began throwing Santana's stuff into her handbag.

Santana slapped his hands away. "Get your filthy paws off my belongings, Lady."

Kurt sighed. "We're an hour and a half behind schedule, Santana. I'm just doing what it takes to get us out of here quickly."

"Rough night, huh?"

Kurt's whole body tensed up. "I don't want to talk about it." He stalked towards the closet, which made Santana's heart nearly jump out of her chest.

"No," she screamed, nearly jumping over the bed to get to him in time.

Kurt looked shocked. "Good Lord, Santana. I'm just trying to help you pack." His face then dropped, and hardened. "What have you done?"

Santana scratched the back of her neck. "What? Nothing."

Kurt pointed towards the closet door. "Then why can't I open this?"

"It's haunted."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous."

"It is," Santana snapped, trying to act serious. "All night, I was trying to sleep, but there were noises coming from in there."

Kurt's mouth opened. "I can't believe you right now." He grabbed the handle and swung the closet door open.

Brittany toppled out of it and onto the floor, the sheet still around her body. She tried to act casual while lying on the floor. "Hey, Kurt," she said weakly.

Santana tried to look like a light bulb went off in her head, clicking her fingers. "That's why I kept hearing noises from in there. Brittany, if you wanted to get out, you should have said something."

Kurt looked livid. "Santana."

Santana still carried on. "Then, I would have escorted you home safely. Quick peck on the cheek. Nothing sexual. Maybe a friendly pat on the back."

"I know you slept together," Kurt sighed. "Give it up."

Santana cringed. "My acting's that bad, huh?"

Kurt laughed harshly. "Even Puckerman wouldn't fall for this."

"Hang on," Santana frowned, giving Brittany a hand up. "Why am I defending myself about spending the night with Brit? You had a big gay sleepover with Bowties."

Kurt's eyes went glassy and Santana knew something was up. He sat down on the bed and pulled a tissue out of his jacket pocket, dabbing under his eyes with it.

Santana wasn't the friend to go to when you had a problem, but since Brittany had scrambled into the bathroom to put on some clothes, Santana was the only one there, so she took a seat beside Kurt and awkwardly put an arm around his shoulder. "Want to talk about it?" she asked.

Kurt shook his head. "No, not really."

"Okay," Santana sighed, but before she could even stand up again, Kurt burst into tears and threw himself on top on Santana, his head resting in her lap, his face buried in her shirt.

Santana patted his head awkwardly, trying to sound as sincere as she could. "It'll be okay."

Kurt was positively sobbing by that point, but he managed to get a few words out. "Blaine left with some other guy."

That made Santana sit up straighter. "He what?"

"He did," Kurt nodded, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

Santana wasn't all that great at feeling sorry for people, but if someone hurt her best friend, that someone's life was in danger.

A lot could be said about Santana and her bitchy ways, but one thing she was, was an incredibly loyal friend.

"It was later on in the night," Kurt murmured, his speech hard to understand as his face was right up against Santana's stomach. "I was dancing with Blaine, and then he asked me to go get us a drink. When I turned back around from the bar, I saw him dancing with this other guy. At first I thought he was just being friendly and stuff, but when I paid the barman and looked around for Blaine, I couldn't find him. Then, I saw him leaving the club with that guy he was dancing with."

Santana rubbed Kurt's back, anger flaring up in her. "You know what, Kurt? You don't need that Human Eyebrow with far too much gel in his hair. Seriously, he wore so much last night I actually wonder how bad his hair must be without it."

Kurt chuckled a little, but didn't stop crying.

"Where did you stay last night?" Santana asked, soothingly.

"At Sebastian's," Kurt sniffed. "He doesn't live far from here either."

Brittany walked out of the bathroom, surprised to find Kurt crying on Santana's lap.

Santana mouthed Blaine to her, and Brittany nodded in recognition, smiling sympathetically and letting Santana comfort her friend.

"I can't believe him," Kurt wailed, balling Santana's shirt up in his hands.

Santana bent down to him. "Would you like to go home now? I can check out of the hotel this second if you want."

Kurt shook his head. "Sebastian offered to spend the day with me to cheer me up. I originally declined, I just wanted to get home, but now that I think of it, I think I might."

Santana smiled. "Whatever you want." She looked over at Brittany. "Do you want me to drop you home?"

Brittany nodded. "I mean, since you're not leaving Indy yet, maybe we could spend the day at my house? Watch some movies?"

Santana stood up and kissed her cheek. "That sounds great. Let me just get my bag and escort this guy out of the hotel." She took Kurt's hands and pulled him to his feet, guiding him out of the hotel room. "You want a ride to Sebastian's?"

Kurt shook his head, his eyes tired looking and bloodshot. "I know the way. Thanks anyway, San." He leaned forward and hugged her tightly.

On any other occasion, Santana would have pushed him away and told him to take his emotions somewhere else. But, that day, her best friend instincts somehow kicked in, and she hugged him back, just as hard.

When Santana and Brittany got to the car, they both got in and let out a huge sigh.

"Damn," Santana said.

"Poor Kurt," Brittany breathed. "He really liked Blaine."

Santana nodded, turning the key, the ignition roaring to life. "He loved him."

Brittany's eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," Santana answered, pulling out onto the road. "Give me directions from here, okay?"

Brittany nodded, smiling.

"I mean," Santana started. "I never liked Danny Zuko-"

"Danny Zuko?" Brittany asked, puzzled.

Santana smiled fondly. "Blaine, because of his hair."

"Oh," Brittany laughed. She turned to Santana. "You turn left at these crossroads."

Santana nodded. "I never liked him," she repeated. "I could never put my finger on what made me weary of him, but I was. It was my Mexican Third Eye telling me I should keep a close eye on him."

"Your Mexican Third Eye?"

"Yeah," Santana said, tapping the middle of her forehead with her finger. "It's never wrong, it just gives me the right ideas about people. I actually can judge a book by its cover."

Brittany giggled. "How do you do it?"

"It's indescribable."

"How is it indigestible?" Brittany questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Santana chucked. This girl was so cute. "No, Brit, indescribable."

After a ten minute car journey, Brittany announced that they were on her street, and Santana pulled up outside a modern, yet country looking house.

The two girls walked up the driveway, pinkies linked. When Brittany unlocked the door and entered the house, a large, furry thing trotted towards the door.

"Hey, Lord T," Brittany beamed, picking him up, and turning towards Santana. "This is Santana."

The cat hissed at her.

"He likes you," Brittany pointed out.

Santana backed away from the cat. "Um, I think he hates me?"

"No," Brittany corrected. "If he hated you, you'd really know it."

"And you're comfortable living with that thing?"

Before Brittany could reply, there was a shout from upstairs. "Britty? Are you home?"

Brittany covered her face with her hands. "Oh, no."

A woman in a dressing gown bounded down the stairs, her blonde hair in curlers, a green facemask on. "You have a guest!" she grinned.

Brittany looked uncomfortable. "Yeah. Mom, this is Santana."

Santana stiffened at the thought of meeting Brittany's parents. It was a good thing that she was, but it didn't put her at ease to see that Brittany didn't seem happy it was happening.

Brittany's mother gasped. "This is Santana?" she asked, grabbing Santana's hand and shaking it hard, nearly yanking her arm off in the process. "Vincent! Get down here, we have a guest."

"Oh, God," Brittany cringed.

The woman continued shaking Santana's shoulder out of its socket. "I'm Annie. It's so nice to finally meet you."

Santana did her best to smile back. "Me too."

A tall, balding man slowly walked down the stairs, dressed in striped pyjamas. "Who's this?" he smiled.

"This," Brittany's mom grinned, "is Santana."

Brittany's dad's smile grew wider, and shook Santana's hand with a lot less force than Brittany's mother. "It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Vincent, Brittany's dad. We've heard so much about you from her."

Santana smirked, looking over at an embarrassed looking Brittany. "Really?"

Annie grinned. "Oh, absolutely. She even showed us some pict-"

"Okaaaaaaay," Brittany interrupted, grabbing Santana's wrist and pulling her towards the stairs. "We're going to my room to watch a movie."

"Okay, sweetie," Vincent smiled.

Annie stood at the bottom of the stairs. "Make sure to leave your bedroom door open."

Brittany paused at the top at the stairs and turned around. She looked appalled. "Mom."

"When you have a girl in your room you have to leave it open, Britty. Rules are rules."

Brittany groaned and pulled Santana into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her to make sure her parents could hear.

Santana smirked at her. "Rebel."

"You caught me," Brittany smiled, getting closer to Santana. "What are you gonna do with me?"

Santana grinned and placed her hands on Brittany's hips, before leaning in to kiss her. "I'll have a think about it," she said through kisses.

Brittany smiled through the kiss and started to deepen it when they heard a loud voice from downstairs.

"The door stays open or you'll have to watch the movie with us in the living room."

That certainly made Brittany oblige.

Still, the two girls had a good time, watching stupid movies while cuddling, stealing kisses from each other.

It was everything Santana dreamt of doing with Brittany. It was the simple things like this that made her so happy. She didn't need Brittany to bring to her big, fancy restaurants to keep her satisfied, or buy her expensive presents. All she needed was to be with Brittany. It didn't matter what she was doing.

About an hour into the second movie, Santana got a phone call from Kurt.

"Hey," she said softly, remembering his fragile position. She put him on speaker so Brittany could be part of the conversation. "How are you doing?"

"Great," Kurt squealed. "Sebastian and I went out for coffee. I'm beginning to really like him, Santana. And, he likes me too. We literally just made out in his car for about forty minutes."

Santana grinned. "So, Eyebrows is all forgotten then? Good for you, Kurt. I actually prefer the thought of you and ATC to you and Blaine."

"Who's ATC?" Brittany asked.

"It's what Santana calls Sebastian," Kurt explained. "Alvin the Chipmunk."

Brittany nodded. "Completely agree. He does have a chipmunk type face."

"A very cute chipmunk type face," Kurt corrected.

Santana coughed to get his attention. "What was the reason you called? You sorta interrupted our sweet lady kisses here, Kurt."

Brittany smirked. "Sweet lady kisses?"

"Cute, right?"

"Oh, right," Kurt said. "Sebastian and I were thinking of getting a little revenge on Blaine. I just knew you'd want to be involved."

Santana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "That depends on what kind of revenge you had in mind."

"The sort of revenge where Blaine will get very, very embarrassed."

"Where are you?" Brittany asked.

"Outside the mall where we all met yesterday."

Santana looked over to Brittany, who grinned and nodded. "We're on our way," she said.

When the girls arrived at the mall, Kurt and Sebastian jumped into the backseat.

Kurt rubbed his hands together. "I'm so excited to do this."

"What's the plan?" Santana asked, driving out of the mall car park and onto the road.

Sebastian leaned forward to explain. "I know the guy that Blaine left with, Bradley, who apparently, according to his Facebook check in, is out to dinner with Blaine in this restaurant downtown right now. He also changed his relationship status to 'in a relationship'. I messaged him earlier, making up stories of how clingy Blaine could be with his hook-ups, but he didn't really believe me. I know a waiter in the restaurant, who's going to place a fake, yet real looking, engagement ring in Bradley's glass of champagne. When he sees it, he's gonna think Blaine's proposing and he's gonna flip."

Santana and Brittany were speechless, but burst out laughing after a couple of seconds. "That's gold," Santana giggled. "Poor Zuko's not gonna see it coming."

"So, we're gonna go to eat in that restaurant to keep an eye on what's happening?" Brittany asked.

"Correct," Kurt nodded.

"This is going to be hilarious," Santana laughed.

When the four teens got a seat in the restaurant, they requested to be beside the window. They had a clear view of Blaine and Bradley, so they all hid their faces behind their menus, never taking their eyes off the new couple.

"I feel like we're in a movie," Brittany commented.

"I honestly can't believe we're doing this," Santana said. "It seemed like a good idea in the car, but like, the dude could choke on the ring."

Sebastian shook his head. "The ring has a bright blue crystal on it, which will be totally noticeable in a practically clear drink."

Santana pointed at him behind her menu. "I'll remember you said that if this guy ends up in ER."

It was only about half an hour later when things began to happen.

Kurt started slapping Sebastian's arm. "Here's the waiter."

The waiter arrived with two tall glasses of champagne, placing them down, along with the bottle, in front of Blaine and Bradley. He made sure to wink very obviously at Blaine, who looked baffled.

"We didn't order champagne," Blaine muttered, leaning towards the waiter.

But all Bradley must have seen was Blaine and the waiter whispering, and also the ring in the glass, because he shoved his fingers into it, and plucked out the ring. "What's this?" he asked, mortified.

Blaine looked even more dumbfounded. "I honestly have no clue what that is, Brad."

"Don't lie to me," Brad shouted, springing up from his seat. He leaned right in so his face was as close to Blaine's as possible. "I was warned you were crazy, but this just takes it to a whole new level." With that, he stormed out of the restaurant, earning a few spectators.

At Santana's table, everyone was nearly dying with the laughter, but trying not to be heard by anyone, especially Blaine.

"I didn't know revenge felt so good," Kurt howled. "No wonder you do it so much, Santana."

Sebastian stood. "I think that's our cue to leave."

Santana and Brittany followed the other two out of the restaurant, giggling and trying not to be noticed by Blaine.

"That was so much fun," Brittany smiled, holding Santana's hand.

"I know," Santana said. "This whole weekend has been perfect, Brit."

Brittany's mouth tilted upwards. It looked like she was thinking hard. "How about we make it a long weekend?"

"What?"

"Stay one more night," Brittany pleaded. "I know Indy can be dull and boring and you probably want to get out of here, but you can stay in my place tonight. My mom's a really good cook, and she can make us her meringues later on, if you want."

Santana smiled warmly. "I'd love to stay with you tonight, Brit."

Brittany squealed in delight, hugging Santana forcefully. "Really?"

"Really," Santana laughed, burying her head into the crook of Brittany's neck.

"Even though Indiana's dull and boring?"

"Nothing could be dull and boring if you're here, Brit."