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Maria looked at the kitchen clock as she placed the bacon into the oven. 6:40am. She was about to set the timer on the oven, but decided it wasn't worth it, judging from the last week. She finished cutting up some fruit and put a slice of bread in the toaster, before scrambling the eggs. She looked at the ceiling as she heard the guest bedroom door slam shut and light footsteps cross the hall, followed shortly by her daughter's bedroom door slamming shut. She looked at the clock; it was 6:55, and the bacon was done. She grabbed an oven mitt, taking the bacon out, and briefly wondered to herself why she even tried.

The ride to McKinley was mostly silent; Santana sat next to her mother in the front seat and Brittany sat in back.

"So..."she started as they pulled into the driveway. "Tonight's the night, huh? You're going to talk to your parents?" Brittany just nodded. She parked the car and the girls went over to the trunk to get their bags out. "Mija!" Santana turned back to look at her. "If you need anything, you know you can talk to me, right?" Santana just nodded. "You too, Brittany." Brittany turned away from Santana, and placed her bag on the ground.

"Thanks, Maria," Brittany said, opening the door to the car and leaning in to give Maria a kiss on the cheek. Maria just nodded. Brittany picked up her bag and ran after Santana.

"And I can't wait to see your duet!" She yelled as she pulled out of the school parking lot.

"You ready?" Santana asked Brittany as they stretched backstage at Sectionals. Brittany nodded.

"I mean, we've rehearsed like a million hours, San." Brittany straightened out her red headband, and then reached over to straighten out Santana's.

"No, I meant are you ready for what happens after Sectionals?"

"Oh. I guess. It's now or never, right?" Santana nodded.

"Think of it this way, we've been telling people about us for like," Santana looked at the ceiling, counting in her head, "six months now, and so far 99% of the response is that everyone has known for ages and were just waiting for us to realize it. Your parents are probably going to be the same way." Santana gave her a reassuring smile. They stood up to take their places. "We're gonna kill it." Brittany looked at Santana who was now across from her, already in their places.

"Hey, San?" Santana looked back at Brittany. "What is it with Mr. Schue and making us always start Sectionals with a duet from the back of the theater?" Santana shrugged.

"Dramatic effect? At least we're staggered this time..." Santana said, shrugging again.

They heard the opening notes of their number start and they air high-fived before Brittany opened the door and belted her Maureen into the aisle.

They did kill it. Santana was sure of it as soon as they reconvened on the stage after their long aisle walk to begin the part they sang in unison. The crowd stood in applause as they finished the final notes and Santana put on her best bitch face to fit with the role, but inside was doing everything she could to control the smile forming at the corner of her mouth. As they jumped off the stage after finishing the group number, Brittany put her arm around Santana's waist and whispered in her ear.

"I remembered all the lyrics, San!"

"You did a lot better than that, B," Santana said, lightly patting Brittany on the ass as they entered the green room. Santana sat on Brittany's lap in one of the large couches while they waited for the other two teams to finish performing.

"Excellent job on Take Me Or Leave Me," Rachel said, walking over to the two girls. "Your rendition was just as rousing as Idina Menzel and Tracie Thoms'. And I couldn't think of a more…appropriate…pair to perform it than Glee Club's resident lesbians. Also, Brittany, I can't believe it took you three years to show us your vocal range! It was quite impressive." Brittany beamed.

"Thanks, Berry," Santana said, trying to keep her voice steady but finding it difficult to conceal her excitement. After Rachel had walked away, Brittany leaned into Santana's ear.

"Did Rachel just say she was aroused by us? Cause that'd be weird…" Santana just rolled her eyes.

Soon, they were called on stage to hear the results. Brittany and Santana stood near the back of the group holding tightly to each others hands.

"And the winners of the 2011 Midwest Regional Show Choir…for their third consecutive year, McKinley High's New Directions!" Everyone jumped up and down screaming. Santana turned to look at Brittany, who was beaming. Brittany pulled Santana into a tight hug.

"I told you we should do a duet, San," she whispered into Santana's ear. Santana's smile grew wider. Her ears were ringing with the sound of her teammates screaming and without thinking she jumped into Brittany's arms, like she had so many times before when they won competitions. She wrapped her arms and her legs tightly around her girlfriend, and their noses grazed from the force of Santana's jump. Santana threw her head back and squealed and then planted her lips on Brittany. Brittany returned the kiss pulling Santana tightly into her. Santana threaded her fingers through her girlfriend's long blond hair, wishing that this moment could last forever. She was just so happy. They were finally pulled out of their moment by the sound of Puck whistling. She looked around her, still held in Brittany's surprisingly strong arms. Kurt and Mercedes were hugging, Quinn had her arm around Blaine, Puck and Mike were staring at them with goofy grins plastered to their faces. Because they were on stage. In front of everyone. In front of her parents. She pulled away, jumping out of Brittany's arms. In front of Brittany's parents. Brittany was standing there with her eyes still shut as though she was waiting for more kissing.

"What?" Brittany asked, opening her eyes and seeing the fear in Santana's.

"Your parents are here," Santana said. Brittany still looked blankly at Santana. "And we just kissed." Brittany's eyes opened wide. They shuffled slowly off the stage with their excited group members squealing and hugging each other.

"Let's just avoid them until we get back to school," Brittany said. "Maybe they will have forgotten by then. Or maybe they weren't paying attention." Santana just held Brittany's hand tightly, not knowing what to say, and not knowing how to get rid of the knot that had formed in the pit of her stomach.

Brittany and Santana sat in silence on the bus ride back to school.

"What's with you, two?" Quinn said, popping her head up over the seat. "Not that I'm complaining, it's just usually after we win, Brittany is dancing in the aisles and Mr. Schue is yelling at her to sit down, or you're making out and Mr. Schue is asking you to keep it PG, or you're both relatively quiet and the rest of us are pretending that we don't hear your funny little moan, Santana," Quinn said, smirking. Santana couldn't even find it in her to glare. "And Mr. Schue is so uncomfortable that he pretends he doesn't know what's happening at all, and avoids the back of the bus like it has the lesbian plague…"

"We kissed on stage," Brittany said, deadpan.

"I know, it was hot," Puck chimed in. Mike nodded. Santana glared at both of them.

"My parents were there," Brittany said softly.

"They don't know about us," Santana added.

"We were going to tell them about us at dinner tonight." The bus got quiet, as the glee club usually did when Santana showed weakness or Brittany was sad. Mr. Schuester walked over to the two girls.

"I'm sure it's going to be okay, guys. I mean, your parents must know about you."

"I don't know, Mr. Schue."

When the bus pulled into the school, Brittany and Santana waited until everyone else had exited to shuffle off. As they stood at the door, Mr. Schuester placed a hand on Brittany's shoulders.

"It'll be okay, Brittany, Santana. Just remember, be proud to be yourself and people will love you for who you are." They shuffled off the bus with both of their heads down.

Brittany's father was just standing to the side of the bus when they finally exited.

"Brittany, let's go," was all he said. Brittany's mother and Alexis sat in the car. Mrs. Pierce looked like she had seen a ghost.

"I thought Santana was going with us to Breadstix." Brittany said.

"I don't think that's the best idea."

"Well I think I'm going to go with her then." Brittany's father just stood there, and a look neither Santana nor Brittany had ever seen before crossed his eyes.

"Brittany. You are coming with us." He roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled Brittany toward the car, resulting in a high squeal from Brittany.

"Get your hands off of her!" Santana tried to intervene, but was pushed off by Brittany's father.

"You. You do not get to talk to my daughter right now." He raised his hand and Santana winced, prepared for the slap she was about to get. She should be used to getting slapped by no.

"You are going to calm down!" Mr. Schuester ran off the bus, and grabbed the hand was holding at Santana. Brittany ran into Santana's familiar hands.

"You don't get to tell me what to do with my daughter."

"I do get to tell you to calm down when I see you getting physical with one of my students." Brittany's father looked a little defeated, and a little ashamed.

"I'm sorry. I'm just…in shock, or something." He looked over at Santana who was now consoling a crying Brittany. "I'm sorry, Santana, I didn't mean to push you as hard as I did. And you know, I would never hit you. It's just…I don't think it's the best idea if you come for dinner tonight, I think we need to talk in private. C'mon Brittany." Brittany silently followed her father to the car.

"Call me later, Britt."

"Okay," came Brittany's quiet response, choked through tears.

"Promise."

"Pinky-promise." She said as she got into the backseat of her father's car.

"That was my ride," Santana said to Mr. Schuester, looking dejectedly at her feet, as the Pierce's car drove off.

"Well, I'll be your ride now, c'mon." They went towards Mr. Schuester's car.

"Is Brittany going to be okay?" Mr. Schuester delicately asked Santana once they were in his car. "Like, should I call the cops or something?" Santana saw what he was getting at.

"No, I've known him since I was five, and I've never seen him get physical. Or even close to as angry as I saw him just now. Which is saying a lot."

"Okay," he replied, still nervous. They drove in silence for what felt like forever.

"You know, when Brittany and I were in the second grade, our teacher quit? We caused too much trouble and she realized she didn't even want to be a teacher. Our elementary school banned us from ever being in a class together again. Apparently, we were too much trouble." Santana was looking out the window, watching cars whiz by. "When we were 7, we tried to make the bathroom at his office into a swimming pool." Mr. Schuester looked over at Santana. She was fidgeting with her bracelet and continued to stare at the traffic. "It was summer, and I don't remember why exactly, but for some reason we were stuck with him at work and we wanted to be outside swimming. We were probably being punished for something, knowing me and Britt." Santana chuckled to herself. "We turned on all of the faucets, but then Brittany got distracted by a woman walking a dog outside so we left and flooded the building. Apparently, we destroyed hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of legal documents." Mr. Schuester didn't say anything, just listened to one of the most guarded of his students talk. "When we were ten Brittany and I found a stray cat and took it back to stay in her house. We kept it in her room for a day, but it was peeing on everything so we thought if we let it out in the rest of the house it would find the bathroom. It didn't. It went in her parents room and peed all over their bed, and then holed up in the closet and ruined literally every single one of her father's suits." Santana paused again, as Mr. Schuester tried to understand where these stories were going. "Remember when Brittany and I missed three days of school last Fall?" Mr. Schuester nodded. "Artie had just broken up with Brittany, the first time, and I had been kind of an ass to her about the Duets competition. After we made up, we decided to celebrate and broke into her dad's liquor cabinet. We drank an entire bottle of Grey Goose, and the last thing I remember, we were talking about National's being in New York. We woke up the next day in the Chelsea Hotel. Apparently, we had used her dad's credit card to buy one way tickets, and then sweet-talked a cab driver into taking us to the airport and sweet talked another one into taking us to the hotel." Santana decided to leave out the fact that they both vaguely remember becoming members of the mile-high club. "No one knows how or why they let us on the plane. We hadn't remembered to bring his card with us so we had no way of getting return flights." Santana smiled at the memory. "We pulled the whole staying at each others house thing, while we schemed up a way to get back to Ohio. It lasted three days, until her dad looked at his bank statement." Santana laughed. "We were grounded forever for that one." Her face grew serious again. "After all of that, after getting caught shoplifting, and confiscated weed, and illegal tattoos, I've never seen him look as angry as he did this afternoon. Isn't that fucked up?" She looked at Mr. Schuester who had chosen to ignore her language. "We can destroy property, cost him thousands of dollars, get drunk on his alcohol, spend his money, and put ourselves in danger, but the fact that we love each other makes him the angriest." Tears were slowly falling down Santana's face.

They were sitting outside of her house, and Mr. Schuester was doing his best to hold back his own tears.

"This will pass, Santana. It's probably just the shock of it all and the way they found out,' Santana winced.

"Mr. Schue…you don't understand. I really love her. She's like, my world, like my reason for existing," Santana was now full-on sobbing in her teacher's car.

"I do understand, Santana. I've known you girls for three years, and I don't think I've ever seen a couple more in love. I'm twice your age, and I'll tell you, it was painful in those early years of Glee to watch the two of you pine after each other. Trust me. This will pass." He gave Santana a sad smile.

"Thanks for talking to me, Mr. Schue."

"Always, Santana. You know I'm always here." He waited in the car until Santana got into his house and then let his tears flow. It was times like these that he remembered why he'd become a teacher.

Brittany sat silently at the dinner table with her parents and Alexis.

"Did you know about this?" Her father asked Alexis. She simply nodded.

"So…are you a lesbian?" Her mother asked.

"No," Brittany said, "I-I think I'm bisexual. I'm in love with Santana, though," Brittany said quietly. Her father just held his head in his hands.

"I'd be lying if I said I was all that surprised," her mother said. "I guess I just always hoped that it wouldn't be true."

"Why didn't you tell us?" The question was directed at Alexis.

"I-I figured your reaction would be like this, Daddy. I didn't want to see Britt get hurt. And she loves Santana and Santana makes her happy so I didn't say anything."

"I have to go," her father said, "I have to think." He stormed upstairs. Brittany couldn't stop the tears rolling down her cheeks. Her mother grasped her hand.

"Brittany, how long did it take before you realized you had feelings for Santana?"

"I think…I think I always knew."

"Well how long before you could show her, before you could show your friends?"

"Years…we just told everyone this year." Her mother nodded.

"It's like that, for us. I think…on some level, I think I always knew about you and Santana, but I wasn't ready to face it, and then to find out like this…I will always love you, Brittany, and I will always love Santana. It's just going to take some time for me to get used to this change in your relationship with her. It may take your father more time than me," Brittany nodded. "Do you want to go over there now? And I'll talk to your father?" Brittany nodded again. "You can take my car." Without a word Brittany jumped up, grabbed her mother's car keys, and ran out the door. Her mother and Alexis now sat in silence by themselves, taking in the events of the afternoon.

"Is everything going to be alright, mom?" Alexis asked.

"Yes, dear," she said, drying her eyes. "You did the right thing, protecting your sister." Alexis nodded. "You really think Santana makes her happy?"

"I do."

"Then I have to find it in me to be happy for her. I'm going to go find your father."