Author's Note: I probably sound like such a broken record, but thank you guys a million times over for your reviews! I really love them. This chapter is really just filler (really long filler) but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Thursday rolled around yet again and Santana was being dragged to her favorite extracurricular, the Gay-Straight Alliance. She took her seat next to Brittany, who squeezed her pinky tightly. Blaine walked into the center of the circle.

"So happy to see familiar faces, and some new ones," he gestured over to a group of three new Cheerios who were sitting with Taylor. "Okay, so the plan today is to do some quick introductions around the circle, just names this time, and then we're going to discuss plans for a potential movie night," Santana rolled her eyes, "a GSA party with other local groups," Santana just shut her eyes, "and at the end we'll have so time to share any issues people want to discuss and I'm going to hand out some information on our local PFLAG." Blaine sat back down. "Oh, and I'm Blaine, by the way." He waved at the group.

"Hi, Blaine." Brittany said back.

"This isn't AA, Britt," Mercedes whispered to her. Brittany just scrunched her face.

Santana looked at the clock. Only ten minutes to go. Santana hadn't ever been so bored in her life. They had been talking about which movie to show for movie night for the better part of 45 minutes. The choices had been narrowed down to Brokeback Mountain and But I'm a Cheerleader with mostly everyone falling down gender lines. With the exception of the straight people. They were too young to have seen Brokeback Mountain and had never even heard of But I'm a Cheerleader. They took a vote. It tied.

"Santana?" Kurt said, "you didn't vote."

"That's because I could care less." Brittany nudged her. "But I suppose if I had to choose, I'd pick the one with cheerleader in the title of depressing gay cowboys getting it on in the woods."

"Ugh," Kurt said, "so we'll watch your silly lezzie movie two weeks from today, I'll email you all the information."

"Okay, and now on to more serious business," Blaine said, "has anyone had any issues come up this week that they wanted to talk about?" There was silence in the room. "Well you know, if anyone needs to talk about anything this week, we're always here to talk to. Now, in light of Brittany and Santana's problem last week, I thought it be wise if I hand out some pamphlets from PFLAG," the pamphlets started passing around the room. In case anyone or your families are wondering, there are meetings on the first Tuesday of every month at OSU right her in Lima." Blaine looked mischievously over at Kurt, who winked. "Santana, do you mind hitting the lights?" Santana scowled at him. "Please, just do it Santana." She got up and turned the lights off while Kurt closed the blinds. Sam went into the corner where there was something covered by a giant sheet.

"Drumroll, please," Sam said. "Missss Brittany…Tada!" He turned on a huge DJ light machine that was set to make dozens of rainbows swirl around the room. Brittany got up and began twirling around the room, pulling Rachel up with her. Just then the bell rang.

"Okay, so we'll see you in two weeks, have a great Thanksgiving!" Blaine yelled as the students shuffled out the door. All that was left was the Glee Club kids who naturally began an impromptu dance party, taking advantage of the lights while they had them from the AV club. Mr. Schuester broke the party up, turning on the lights.

"Sorry, guys…" he said, looking confused, which was a look they were pretty used to him having these days. "I have Spanish in here now."

"Sorry Mr. Schue, we'll be leaving now," Kurt said.

"What about your rainbow thing?"

"We'll come back for it at the end of the day!" They filed out the door.

"Hey, Kurt, can I have a word with you for a minute?" Santana said once they were out in the hall. Kurt looked around nervously, willing there to be witnesses to his untimely demise. "Calm down, porcelain, I just wanted to know how you got that machine."

"Oh! We just went in the AV room and took it."

"Do you think they would miss it for a few days?"

"Why?" Kurt asked, his voice growing suspicious.

"Are you going to Puck's party Friday night?" Kurt nodded. "Well how much more fun would it be if we could turn his basement into a full on dance party instead of sitting around watching the football team play beer pong and do keg stands."

"You have a point, Santana," Kurt said as they continued walking down the hall. "I can't imagine they'd miss it…you know with all the budget problems around here I can't see why the AV Club even has DJ lights. I'll meet you after Glee, we'll smuggle it out then." Kurt ran off to his next class.

"When did you get that camo jacket, San?" Brittany asked as they got ready for Puck's party that Friday night.

"I don't know…sometime last year, I think?"

"I don't think I've ever seen it before."

"Well, I probably got it when you were dating Artie and were not paying attention to what I was wearing."

"I was always paying attention to what you were wearing," Brittany said, leaning down and giving Santana a kiss. Santana finished off her outfit with a long necklace and a couple of stud earrings. She pulled her boots up over her jeans. "You look hot, babe," Brittany said, taking in her girlfriend as they stood at the door.

"You always look hot, B." She leaned up to give her a kiss.

"Also," Brittany said as she opened the door to Santana's room, "you look capital G gay." Brittany giggled as she hopped down the stairs.

"Are you girls going out tonight?" Maria asked as they entered the kitchen and Brittany immediately opened the refrigerator. It was a weird habit. Even if she wasn't hungry at all, the first thing she always did was open the refrigerator. Brittany popped her head out of the door and nodded. She shut the door with her hip.

"Puck's having a party."
"Oh, that's wonderful, Puck's having a party…" her mother trailed off.

"What do you mean, mama?" Santana asked, leaning against the counter and not so subtly checking out Brittany in her short blue dress. Her thoughts came back into focus when she saw her mother staring at her.

"Last time you went to a party at Puck's house, we got a call from Mrs. Hummel that they had found you, Kurt, Brittany, and Blaine asleep on their kitchen floor with 'Gleemos Forever' written across all four of your foreheads in permanent marker." Brittany snorted.

"Well, I don't even know what that means." Santana replied, wishing she could conceal the blush running up her cheeks.

"The point is, Santana, that I'm not going to pretend to be dumb, I know you're probably going to be doing some underage drinking tonight, and I know if I tell you that you can't go, you will find a way, because you are the most hardheaded child on earth." Brittany smirked at this. "So…all I ask, is please be presentable by a reasonable hour tomorrow, Christian, Sarah, Carlos, and Laura all are getting in for Thanksgiving tomorrow morning."

"Ugh, Sarah is coming? She's so weird…"

"You're going to have to get used to her, mija, she's been coming to Thanksgiving for four years now. And Christian loves her, so you should at least attempt to love her to. Like I was saying, though, please be presentable by say, eleven?" Santana nodded. "And pllease, for the love of god, do not drive yourself home."

"Kurt's actually picking us up tonight, mama."

"And I'm assuming you're staying over here?"

"My house is closer to Puck's, we can stay there if you want, Maria." Brittany added.

"Oh no, of course, you are always welcome to stay here, I was just trying to determine how much cab money you need, because I also don't need a repeat of that time you tried to walk home from Puck's and Santana got in a fight with Patches and then tried to rob a 7-11 using your hairband as a slingshot." Santana blushed. That had not been her proudest of nights. Just then, Kurt and Blaine walked in.

"Britt, you look amazing, as always," Kurt said, leaning in to give Brittany a kiss on the cheek. "Santana, you look ga-hot!" Kurt said quickly covering his tracks as Santana shot him the death glare.

"Don't even try to kiss me, Porcelain." Santana said.

"Like I ever would want that amount of evil remotely close to my face. Can you imagine what it would do to my pores?" Santana rolled her eyes. Her mother handed her $20.

"Be safe!" She yelled as the four walked out the door.

"Bye, Maria!" Brittany yelled.

"Bye, Mrs. Lopez! Nice seeing you again!" Kurt yelled. She heard the car start and squeal down the road.

"So, is the stuff still in the car?" Santana said, once she got buckled in.

"You know it, girl," Kurt said.

"Why are you guys being friends?" Brittany asked. Blaine laughed out loud in the front seat at this.

"Sometimes you must put up with a lesser evil for a greater good…" Santana replied.

"You don't strike me as conservative, Santana," Blaine said.

"I'm not…just a closeted political theory junkie…if you tell anyone, I will cut you."

"She probably will," Brittany said. "It's part of her larger plan of quietly taking over the world…" Blaine laughed.

"I have no idea what you all are talking about," Kurt said, "but you shall see soon enough, Britt." Santana interlaced her fingers with Brittany's and raised their hands up to lips, kissing each of Brittany's knuckles.

"So…have you guys put any thought into coming out to your parents?" Blaine asked.

"I'm telling them on Monday," Santana said. "My brothers' and their girlfriends will be home from college, so I figured it was better to get it done all at once, like a band-aid. Besides, I've decided that everyone must already know by now, right?"

"Judging from your outfit tonight, Santana, and the fact that you couldn't seem to restrain yourself from ogling Britt in that little dress while your mother stood right there," Santana blushed, "I'd find it impossible to think they didn't know." Kurt pulled up in front of Puck's house. Santana helped Brittany out of the car in her little dress, and she and Kurt opened up the trunk, dragging out the huge light machine.

"Is that?" Brittany asked, jumping up and down.

"Just for you, babe. Fuck watching the boys play drinking games. We're going to have a dance party." They rolled the machine into Puck's house. Puck was standing at the kitchen counter pouring shots of tequila for a group of Cheerios.

"My favorite Gleemos are here!" He yelled. He grabbed some of the shots from the girls and brought them over. "1, 2, 3!" They all tipped their heads back, throwing the shots down their throats. "What the fuck is this monstrosity?"

"It's a light machine, Puckerman," Kurt said, "help us get it downstairs."

By the time they had the light machine set up in Puck's basement, the party had really begun to liven up.

"Dance party, downstairs, now!" Kurt yelled, taking another shot of Tequila.

"Kurt's funny when he's drunk," Brittany said, holding tightly to Brittany's hand. They headed toward the stairs to Puck's basement.

"Wait," Puck said, grabbing Santana's elbow. "I want to take another shot with my favorite lesbos." He poured three more shots of Tequila. Santana tried to figure out what number she was on and the likelihood of her getting up at eleven. It was midnight now. She had taken one she walked in, one with Quinn and Brittany to Cheerios, one with Puck to lesbros, one with that Taylor girl to coming out (Santana got weirdly friendly when she was drunk), so this would be number 5, not including the beer she'd been nursing all night. Plus, she was pretty sure Brittany had at least two mixed drinks on top of the shots. So likelihood was slim to none. After the shot they all stumbled downstairs. The lights were epic. They apparently made everyone feel as though they were in a club and therefore did not have to abide by normal High School decency rules. Sam was grinding with a new Sophomore boy in Glee, Mercedes was making out with Matt, who had transferred back to McKinley at the beginning of this year. Finn was in a Cheerio sandwich. Tina and Mike were practically dry humping on the dance floor.

"Let's dance, San," Brittany said. Brittany pulled Santana to the middle of the room and did her little shoulder shimmy that she knew drove Santana crazy. Santana had ditched her camo jacket a couple of hours earlier and was now just in her black tank top and the feeling of Brittany's hands trailing up and down her bare shoulders was driving her crazy. Brittany buried her head in Santana's neck and Santana pulled tighter to Brittany's waist, letting her hands travel a little further south. They danced like this for awhile, and Brittany placed a soft, long kiss on Santana's neck, bringing her body tighter into Santana's. Santana could feel her leg slip between Brittany's, which she had learned by now was never a good sign for their ability to be out in public. Brittany tangled her hands in Santana's hair and kissed her, Santana reached her arms up so they were now around Brittany's back instead of her waist so their breasts were pressed together. They were no longer dancing. Brittany walked Santana back to the nearest wall, pushing her against it and applying pressure with her thigh in between Santana's legs. Santana couldn't help it. She moaned. A loud, vocal, we should be by ourselves moan.

"Guys!" Quinn yelled. She was right next to them, obviously flirting with Puck. "That is your cue to leave."

"What?" Brittany asked, still pinning Santana against the wall.

"Moaning. It's a cue that the party is over for you and it's time to find a private place." Brittany looked mischievously at Santana.

"Okay, but we have to say goodbye to Kurt first." Quinn gestured over to Kurt, who was laying on one of the couches, clearly getting hot and heavy with Blaine.

"I'll call a cab," Santana said.

Ten minutes later, Brittany and Santana were in a cab back to Santana's house. Santana looked over at her girlfriend. Her cheeks were flushed and her perfect hair had become a little messy after their attempt at dancing. Santana ran her fingers up Brittany's knees, and then over her thighs, and couldn't help but smile to herself as Brittany slightly opened her legs. Thank god for dresses, Santana thought. She allowed her hand to gently tickle Brittany's inner thighs, amazed at the heat emanating between them. As one finger barely grazed her panties, Santana was amazed to find how wet she was already, and that they were home already. She threw some money at the cab driver and grabbed Brittany's hand rushing to the door. Brittany stood in front of her as Santana fumbled with her keys, unbelievable flustered.

"You are so wet, baby," she whispered into Brittany's neck as she tried to figure out which of the keys opened the door, "I can't wait to get you upstairs. You have no idea what I'm going to…" Just then the door flung open. Santana jumped back and Brittany stayed in place, her eyes open wide.

"Little sis!" Christian yelled.

"I-I-I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow?" Santana said.

"We got in early. Hey Britt, give me a hug," he pulled Brittany into a tight hug. "Come here, sister," he said, pulling Santana into a hug as well. It's so good to see you! Seems like you guys were out having fun tonight…" he said, smirking as they walked in the house.

"Yeah, lot's of fun…" Santana said, not really registering that her brother was home, just trying to maneuver a way to get Brittany upstairs.

"Hey, Sarah," Santana said, waving over to the girl on the couch.

"Hey, Santana, hey Brittany. You have a good time tonight?"

"We did," Brittany said, sensing Santana's awkwardness. "So good that I think we have to go to bed now." Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and quickly led them upstairs. Christian looked at the ceiling until he heard the door slam violently shut.

"That was mean, Christian," Sarah said, "you remember what it was like when we were seventeen, right?"

"Of course, but that's my job. I'm the big brother. I have to terrorize her a bit."

"Should we just go in?" Carlos asked Laura the next morning as they stood outside Santana's room.

"Not the best idea, guys." Christian said, as he walked by.

"Is Brittany with her?" Christian nodded.

"I was up when they came in last night. They were drunk. And I'm pretty sure things were getting pretty hot and heavy before I interrupted them…" Carlos let out a boisterous laugh.

"How awkward was Santana?" Carlos asked.

"Oh, you have no idea," Christian began laughing too.

"Oh, stop gossiping about your sister," Maria said, as she walked by holding a basket of laundry. "Just knock on the door if you want to see her so badly."

"Then why are you still standing here, mama?" Carlos asked.

"Oh, you know, everyone wants to see Santana's face when she has to see us all this morning." Christian busted up in laughter again. He banged hard on the door. "Santana! Brittany! It's one! Get out of bed!" He waited…no response. "Santana! If you don't get up right now, Carlos, mama, and I are just going to come in! 5, 4, 3…"

"Hold on, Christian!" Santana yelled on the other side of the door, her voice ragged. "We'll be out in a second!"

Inside the room, Santana shook a very naked Brittany awake.

"B, Britts-baby, my brothers are threatening to come in if we don't get up."

"Mmm. That would be awkward," Brittany said, opening one eye and placing her hand on Santana's naked breast. "They would see your boobs."

"That's not all they'd see…" Santana nodded down to Brittany's naked body.

"SANTANA!" Came another yell outside the door.

"Three minutes! Give me three minutes! Jesus."

"Mija, don't use the lord's name in vain…"her mother said. Santana placed a kiss on Brittany's thigh, and then her hip, then her nipple, then her collarbone.

"Baby, we have to get up." Brittany just groaned, and rested herself on her elbows as Santana threw on a pair of cheerleading shorts and threw a pair over to Brittany. She quickly clasped her bra on her back and threw a tank top on over it. She handed Brittany a t-shirt.

"You're not even going to put a pair of underwear under those shorts, are you, San?" Brittany asked, touching the hem of Santana's shorts. Santana smirked and shook her head no. "Mean." Santana nodded yes.

"Get dressed before they barge in here," she whispered in Brittany's ear.

Brittany had barely finished pulling a shirt on when the door creaked open and her brothers jumped down on to her bed.

"Hey, Santana," Carlos said, with a mischievous grin. "Hey, Brittany."

"You could give a girl a minute, you know?" Santana said, obviously annoyed at having been interrupted. Daniel walked in the room, hearing all the commotion.

"What's everyone doing in here?"

"Beat's me, Dan," Santana said, "I don't know when my room became the new hangout."

"It smells weird in here," Daniel said as Carlos and Christian exchanged knowing grins. This was not unnoticed by Santana.

"OK. Everyone is being gross and weird. Get out. We'll be downstairs in a minute."

"I don't think it smells weird," Brittany scrunched up her nose, "I think it smells kind of like Santana and…"she tried to place the other smells.

"Okay, San, we'll see you downstairs in a minute," Christian said, cutting Brittany off. The boys filed out of the room.

"Ugh, you're so lucky you don't have brothers," Santana said, as they finished getting dressed before heading downstairs.

Thirty minutes later, Brittany and Santana finally made it downstairs, to the laughter and eye rolling of her older brothers.

"I'm just going to give Brittany a ride home, I'll be back in an hour." Santana said.

"Brittany lives like five minutes away," Daniel said.

"You know, you send Brittany and Santana off to do anything and it takes them an hour," Carlos said under his breath. Santana chose to ignore her brothers and headed toward the door. Brittany waved a shy goodbye as Santana pulled her toward the garage.

"You know, you really should stop teasing your sister," Maria said, as the door slammed shut.

Santana and Brittany sat in the car in front of Brittany's house.

"I'm probably going to have to do family stuff the rest of the weekend," Santana said, holding tightly to Brittany's hand.

"I know. It's one day. I think we can survive." She smiled at Santana.

"Call me tonight?" Brittany nodded.

"Call me in the morning?" Santana nodded.

"I'll pick you up for school Monday?" Brittany nodded, and then pulled Santana in for a quick kiss.

"Bye, San. Love you." She opened the door.

"Love you too, B." Brittany ran out toward her house, and Santana waited until she got in to speed off. She was worried about these next seven days with her brothers, especially after she told them the truth, but, God, Brittany made it worth it.