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Sundays had always been sort of a tradition for Puck and Santana. They would always gather at one of their apartments and watched football all day. Once Quinn came in the picture, he started to bring her around. It didn't bother Santana much. Just the fact the girl had no idea what football was about. She asked too many questions. This week was Santana's week to host. She got up at a decent hour to get everything ready. Her fridge was stocked with beer and she had plenty of food laid out on the counter. She changed into jeans and her favorite Pittsburgh Steelers Troy Polamalu jersey. Puck and Quinn showed up a while before the games started.

During the third quarter of the first game, Santana's phone started ringing from the table. She grabbed it, hitting the talk button before thinking. "Throw the damn ball!" She yelled at the TV. "Hello?"

"Hey San." Brittany smiled into the phone. "Are you busy?"

"Oh hey. Nope. Just watching the game."

"Me too."

"You should come over and watch with us."

"Us?"

"It's me, Puck, and Quinn."

"Ok sure. I'll come by for a while."

"Great. We have plenty of food and beer."

"I'll be over in a little bit."

Santana gave Brittany her address and they said their goodbyes. Santana tossed her phone back on the table and turned her attention back to the game.

Puck eyed her. "Wifey coming over?"

"For a while, yeah."

"Sweet."

"Please don't call her wifey when she's here. Her name is Brittany."

"I'll try."

A little while later, there was a knock at the door. Santana got up to answer it. "That's bullshit!" She yelled at the TV again. She opened the door to find Brittany laughing. "Hey beautiful. Come in."

Brittany took a few steps into the apartment. She kissed the brunette softly. "Thanks for inviting me."

"It's my pleasure." Santana smiled and shut the door. "But be warned. We can get a bit rowdy over here. Especially after a few beers."

"I'm sure I can handle it." Brittany laughed.

Santana led the blonde into the living room. "Brittany, meet Puck and Quinn. Puck, Quinn, this is Brittany."

"Nice to meet you." Quinn smiled. She got up and shook Brittany's hand.

"Nice to meet you too." Brittany smiled.

"Oh hey." Puck nodded. "I didn't recognize you with your clothes on."

Santana smacked him on the back of the head while Quinn punched him in the arm. "Dude. Rude."

"Sorry. It's nice to meet you." Puck rubbed the back of his head.

"I feel like I should hug you or something." Brittany smiled. "I mean you pretty much paid my rent for me the past two months."

Santana laughed and Puck was speechless. "You want a beer?" Santana asked Brittany.

"Sure."

"Make yourself at home. Puck, Quinn? Want anything?"

"No thanks." Quinn shook her head.

"I'll take a beer." Puck nodded.

Santana grabbed three beers from the kitchen and walked back out, sitting between Puck and Brittany on the couch. She handed them each a beer and leaned back. "Run you idiot!"

"Go. Go. Go. Go. Go!" Puck stood up, throwing his arms in the air. "Touchdown!"

"Yeah buddy!" Santana high-fived Puck. "This game is over!"

The final seconds ticked by and Puck and Santana cheered for their team. Quinn looked up from her book and smiled. Santana sat back down and smiled at Brittany.

"Lopez!" Puck shouted from the kitchen. "We're out of beer!"

"Then go get some!"

"Why do I have to?"

"Because I said so."

"Fine." Puck grabbed his coat. "I'll be back."

Santana put her arm around Brittany's shoulder. "I'm glad you came today."

"Me too." Brittany smiled and snuggled into Santana's side. She tugged on the brunette's jersey. "Is Pittsburgh your favorite team?"

"I don't really have a favorite team." Santana shrugged. "I'm more of a fan of the player. I have quite a nice collection of jerseys."

"I swear you own more jerseys than any other item of clothing." Quinn laughed.

"I'd love to see it." Brittany smiled.

Santana put her beer down on the table and grabbed Brittany's hand. "Come on." She led the blonde into her bedroom. She opened her closet and pointed out the jerseys. "There are my babies."

Brittany thumbed over the various jerseys, seeing Drew Brees, Peyton Manning, Hines Ward, Jason Witten, and Miles Austin. Just to name a few. "Wow. This is amazing."

"I love them more than anything." Santana laughed.

"I would too." Brittany smiled. She turned to face the brunette. "I'll probably have to leave soon. I have to work the early shift tonight."

"Oh that sucks." Santana pulled Brittany close to her, resting her hands on the blonde's hips. "I wish you could stay longer."

"Me too."

Santana pulled their bodies together. She licked her lips. Leaning forward, she captured the blonde's lips with her own. After an eternity, the girls pulled away, grinning at each other. "Will you stay until halftime?"

"We'll see. It depends on the time."

"Let's get back out there. Puck should be back any minute." Santana grabbed the blonde's hand, leading her back to the living room. They cuddled up on the couch and watched more of the game. Quinn looked up slightly and smiled at the two girls. She hadn't seen Santana act this way in a really long time.

Puck finally came back with the beer. He offered one to Brittany and Santana. The brunette took hers.

"No thanks." Brittany smiled. "I have to get ready and go."

"Aww come on." Puck whined. "I just got back."

"I would stay if I could. But I have to work."

"That's no fun."

"Yeah but it pays the bills." Brittany stood up. "It was nice meeting you two."

"You too." Puck and Quinn said at the same time.

Santana stood up and walked Brittany to the door. "Thanks for coming over today."

"Thanks for inviting me." Brittany smiled.

"You're welcome here anytime."

"Don't say that." Brittany laughed. "Since I know where you live, I just might stalk you."

"I wouldn't object to that." Santana smiled.

"I didn't think you would."

"What time do you get off work tonight?"

"Midnight I think."

"You can call me after you get home if you want."

"I will." Brittany smiled. She kissed Santana softly. "Talk to you later."

"Bye beautiful." Santana smiled, opening the door.

Brittany smiled as she walked out of the apartment. Santana shut the door and walked back to the couch.

"She's hot." Puck smirked. Quinn raised an eyebrow at him. "Not as hot as you, babe."

"She seems really nice." Quinn put her book away. "You two are definitely cute together."

"You never told me how your date went last night." Puck turned his attention to his friend.

"It was amazing. Dinner was perfect. Then we walked back to her place, had some coffee, made out a little, then I came home."

"That's my girl." Puck playfully punched Santana's shoulder. "When are you seeing her again?"

"Sometime this week. We are planning on going to dinner when she doesn't have to work."

"How are you going to deal with that one?" Puck raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not really worried about it right now."

"Which means you're just not going to think about it?"

"Right."

The trio finished watching the games. Puck and Quinn left late, as usual. Santana changed into pajamas and crawled into bed. She flipped through channels aimlessly. She stopped on a channel when her phone started ringing from the nightstand. She grabbed it and saw it was Brittany. "Hey B."

"Hey San. What are you doing?"

"Just laying in bed, watching crappy TV. How was work?"

"It was really slow actually. I ended up DJing and bartending for a while."

"DJ and bartender? That's impressive."

"I can do a little of everything." Brittany smiled into the phone.

"I'll remember that." Santana laughed. "Did you find out what nights you have off this week?"

"Wednesday is my only night off this week."

"Did you want to go to dinner?"

"Of course."

"Great. I should probably go. I have to work in the morning."

"Yeah. You need your sleep."

"Text me or call me tomorrow."

"I definitely will. Goodnight, San."

"Goodnight, beautiful."

Santana put her phone down on the table and set her alarm clock. She curled up under the blankets and fell asleep with a smile on her face for the third night in a row.