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"We have a girls Glee meeting, Britt," Santana said, in between long kisses in the locker room. "Mercedes is gonna kill us if we don't show." Brittany, as usual, had Santana pinned against a locker. Santana was convinced she was going to have a permanent scar from the amount of time the same point in her back was shoved into a combination lock. Brittany let out a small moan before releasing Santana.
"Fine, but you have to make it up to me tonight," Brittany pouted.
"Obviously," Santana said, pulling Brittany in for a light peck and then grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the choir room.
The choir room was dim when they arrived and Mercedes was standing by the piano facing Rachel, Quinn, Lauren Zizes and Tina. Behind them sat a couple of the new girls who had joined the club this year; Santana had know idea what their names were and figured that it was unimportant anyways.
"Ellen and Portia have finally decided to grace us with their presence…" Quinn said, gesturing to the girls slowly making their way, hand in hand, into their room. Santana was whispering something into Brittany's neck and Brittany was giggling.
"Oh, please, Q. Like we haven't heard Coach Sylvester make that joke a million times this year." Santana said, rolling her eyes.
"Ok, how about Bette and Tina? Is that more appropriate?" Quinn asked, rolling her eyes right back.
"Santana said that I was Tina and she was Bette. Although, I think I'm a little bit more like Alice and San's like Shane…all hard and sexy on the outside but mushy on the inside. And she falls in love with her best friend…" Brittany leaned over to give Santana a kiss on the cheek. "But her best friend is psycho and I'm not psycho and if I were Alice then San and I wouldn't end up together, so maybe San is Tasha. You would be hot as a soldier, San. Also—"
"Britt," Santana interjected, holding up her hand, "as endearing as this little monologue is, I think you're out-gaying yourself." Santana gestured to the room of confused girls.
"Besides," Quinn said, not looking up from filing her nails, "Santana's like Jenny. Psychotic, deceptive, manipulative, and power hungry."
"I didn't know you watched The L Word, Q!" Brittany said excitedly. Quinn's face blushed bright red as Santana raised an eyebrow at her.
"Mercedes, please tell us what you dragged us all in here for!" Quinn said, trying to change the subject. Santana and Brittany took a seat next to Quinn.
"Well, actually, you guys gave me the perfect introduction. I think all of us girls need to support the new Gay-Straight Alliance." Santana scoffed. "Look," Mercedes said, "when Quinn ran the Celibacy Club all of those boys went because that's where the hot cheerleaders were. None of them wanted to be celibate! We all know how hard it was on Kurt, Karofsky, and even you two," she said, gesturing to Brittany and Santana. "If you guys round up some cheerleaders, and all of us go, maybe it will make it a little bit easier for the next generation of…"she paused, and looked over at Brittany and Santana, who were obviously no longer listening to her but just gazing into each others eyes. "Pathetic, lovesick, cheesy, closeted lesbian cheerleaders."
"What about lesbian cheerleaders?" Brittany asked, begrudgingly breaking Santana's gaze for a moment to find out what was going on.
"Nevermind. Just please come." Mercedes sat down, clearly exasperated by her teammates.
"We're going! Aren't we San? Kurt said there would be glitter." Brittany looked over at Santana, who just shrugged her shoulders.
"Well, I am most certainly in," Rachel chimed in. "There is nothing I would rather do than stand up as a representative of the normal, healthy, happy functioning gay family."
"If you're the representative, tie my tubes now." Santana shot over to Rachel who sat down immediately. Even if Santana was showing her mushy side more these days, nothing could kill the bitch in Santana Lopez, especially not when it came to Rachel Berry.
"Well there's no way in hell I'm going," Quinn said. "It's enough to have been knocked-up, kicked off the Cheerios, and in this stupid club. Even though I'm on top again," Quinn straightened the bottom of the her Cheerios uniform and stood up, "there's no way I'm risking it after all I've been through to listen to homoexplosion ramble on about how it's ok to be yourself. I get enough of that in Glee." With that, Quinn stormed out of the room.
Brittany was doing her hilarious duck impression as she and Santana walked into the Lopez house after school that evening to find the house surprisingly busy.
"What's going on, Mom?" Santana asked, trying to catch her breath from laughing so hard, as she and Brittany dropped their backpacks and their cheerios bags on the kitchen floor. There was laughter and yelling and the sound of the TV in the kitchen. Not that the Lopez family wasn't always a little rambunctious, it just sounded like there was a party going on, which wasn't the norm for a Tuesday night.
"Carlos, his roommate and their girlfriends are here for a few days," her mother said hurriedly, clearly trying to multitask a small feast. Santana raised her eyebrow.
"Shouldn't they, like, be in school or something? I thought he wasn't coming home until Thanksgiving. It's like…two weeks away."
"I know. We weren't expecting them. Something tells me that they are just skipping class the rest of the week, but I don't have time to question…" her mother trailed off muttering something under her breath in Spanish that Santana couldn't quite hear. Santana briefly wondered if she should just drive Brittany home, her mother was clearly overwhelmed as it was without another mouth to feed. Before she could say anything though, her mother stopped her.
"This is what I need of you girls, right now." She stopped everything she was doing to face Brittany and Santana. She meant business. "We are having a spur of the moment dinner for ten people. I need you two to pick up your bags and take them to Santana's room. Take off your uniforms and put them in the laundry room, there's a basket of colors ready to go down there. Make up the bed in the guest room; that's where the girlfriends will be staying. Then go say hello to your brother and then back in here, no getting roped into the game. Understand?"
"But mom, the Bengals are playing!" Santana started to protest. Her mother shot her the Lopez glare, which immediately shut Santana up and made Brittany giggle. Her mother pulled both girls two her and gave them both a kiss on the cheeks.
"Now go!" She flicked her hand at the girls, gesturing for them to leave.
"Your mom's funny when she's stressed out," Brittany said as she peeled off her Cheerios uniform and threw it on the pile of clothes on the ground. Santana figured that if her mom was doing laundry, she might as well get it all done at once.
Santana looked up at Brittany, about to scowl (she did not think her mom was funny when she was stressed and made her miss the Bengals game), until she saw that Brittany was now standing in just black lacy boy shorts and a black bra. She sidled up behind her girlfriend.
"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?" Brittany giggled and blushed as Santana slipped her arms around Brittany's waist and peppered light kisses along Brittany's shoulders and neck.
"You told me in the car this afternoon, and in the locker room after cheerios, twice during English, in the locker room during lunch, in the hall while we got our books this morning…"
"Ok, B, way to ruin the mood," Santana said, placing a big kiss on Brittany's cheek.
"We have to help your mom! No funny business…" she paused, obviously in thought for a moment. "You know, I don't really get why they call it funny business…I mean, sometimes it can be funny, I guess, like that time you fell off the bed while you were going down on…"
"Enough, B! Get dressed!" Santana chuckled and threw Brittany her jeans.
Dinner was the same as every dinner when the whole Lopez clan was together. Dr. Lopez told the same stories and jokes while his wife looked at him endearingly and his children rolled their eyes. Santana and her little brother Daniel made snarky, barely under their breath, remarks at each other and kicked each other's shins across the table. Carlos, as always, behaved like the perfect child, despite the fact that everyone knew that he was probably cutting a week's worth of classes. Daniel's new girlfriend looked uncomfortable with the speed at which the conversation moved and the camaraderie of the bunch. Brittany tried to telepathically send her the message that she understood. The Lopez's could certainly be overwhelming. After dinner, everyone moved to clean up the table and Daniel grabbed his girlfriend's hand, obviously trying to sneak upstairs.
"Mija!" Santana's mother yelled just before they turned the corner. Daniel turned around to face the table. "Don't forget, door open!"
"Mom! Ugh…how come Santana can—" he must have caught Santana's death glare and thought better of opening his mouth so he just turned and walked away.
It was eleven and Brittany and Santana had finished their homework about two hours earlier and were now just cuddling and watching an episode of Modern Family. As the episode ended, Santana yawned and curled closer into Brittany.
"San?"
"Mmhmm?"
"Have you thought anymore about what we talked about earlier? About telling our families?"
"Britts…I don't want to talk about this right now."
"I just think it would be nice. We could hold hands in front of them, I could sit on your lap when there are not enough seats while you watch your bracelets play…" Santana had to think about that one for a moment. Then she laughed.
"Bengals, B, not Bangles. Like a tiger…and B, I just don't think it's a good idea," Santana uncurled from her girlfriend so she could see her face. "I mean, you heard my mom to Daniel tonight, and Carlos' girlfriend has to sleep in the guest room and he's like twenty or something. We won't be able to sleep in the same bed until we're married, and gay marriage isn't even legal in the state of Ohio. So we'd have to wait until, like, forever." Brittany crossed her arms and pouted.
"But I think they already know, San."
"Of course they know. But as long as I don't tell them officially, then my mom thinks that she's helping me by not pushing me out of the closet and waiting for me to come to her, and we can still sleep in the same bed." Santana thought her logic was flawless, but Brittany's pout deepened. Santana couldn't bear to see her pout so she jumped up and shut the light off and crawled back into bed. "I promise I will sleep on it, ok, B?" She placed a light kiss on her Brittany's lips, and then her jaw line, and then her neck, then her collarbone. "Besides, I think I promised I'd make up for something earlier today, didn't I?" Santana said as she shifted her body so that she was on top of Brittany. Brittany giggled as Santana leaned down for a deeper kiss.
"It's true, you do have to make up for this afternoon," Brittany said pulling away. She brushed Santana's dark hair behind her ears. "Promise you'll think about it tonight though?"
"Promise." Santana's voice had become husky. "But right now, let me take one promise at a time." Brittany nodded as Santana grabbed her head and pulled her into another deep kiss.