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Brittany woke up, feeling well rested and surprisingly happy. She remembered the events of last night and looked over at the brunette, but Santana wasn't there anymore. Brittany sighed. Where was she now? Brittany hoped that she hadn't fled, because of everything that had happened yesterday. But luckily, Santana entered quietly into the room. She was holding a plate with breakfast and a giant grin on her face when she saw that the blonde was awake.

"Hey, Brittany. I brought you breakfast." Santana had a dopily smile on her face.

"Thanks San." Brittany rubbed the sleep out of here eyes. Santana then sat down on the bed and placed the breakfast in front of her.

"You made pancakes?" Brittany stared at Santana.

"Yes. I owned you breakfast, remember? And pancakes are like my favorite breakfast food in the entire world and I'm so good at making them, so I thought I'd share my talent with you."

Santana really made an effort. On the dish, there was a stash of pancakes next to two glasses of orange juice. Next to that, there were some French toast and little butter pieces.

"You made this all by yourself?" Brittany asked in shock. It would take so much effort and time to make all of this.

"I have to admit. Your mom did help me." Santana said.

"You got my mom to help you?"

"Yes. I gave her a speech about how I wanted to surprise you because it was exactly two months ago that we met. She loved that I was making such an effort and decided to help me. She made the orange juice and the French toast. But the pancakes are all me." Santana grinned.

"I'm starving." Brittany grabbed the syrup and a fork.

"Wait, Britt. You forgot something."

Brittany stared confused at Santana. What did she forget? "What do you mean?"

"A morning kiss." Santana leaned over and placed a small kiss on the blonde's lips. Brittany beamed at Santana. The butterflies were swirling once again in her stomach. She could certainly get used to this version of Santana. She might not be the best with words, but her actions were saying more than words at the moment.

Brittany started pouring the syrup over the pancakes.

"Does the Miss want some pancakes with your syrup?" Santana smirked.

"I like syrup, okay? It's like the best part of the pancakes."

"You obviously haven't eaten my pancakes if you think syrup is better than the pancakes."

"Oh, confident?" Brittany smirked.

Santana laughed and it felt like the most beautiful sound in the entire world. "Just eat before they get cold. You take forever to eat."

"Shut up." Brittany grinned. She poked her fork into the pile of pancakes and brought a piece to her mouth. The sweet taste of the pancake combined with the syrup was delicious. And she had to admit; Santana's pancakes were pretty amazing.

"Your pancakes are okay. I've tasted better." Brittany lied.

"You're lying. Those are the best fucking pancakes you've tasted in your entire life." Santana slapped Brittany playful on her arm.

"Okay, they are amazing, I can't lie." Brittany grinned with a full mouth of pancakes.

"There's a little syrup on your chin." Santana laughed.

Brittany tried to wipe it away, but Santana grabbed her hand and stopped her.

"I'll get it." Santana said lowly. She rose up her hand and softly wiped the syrup of Brittany's chin. She then slowly and sensually brought her index finger to her mouth and licked the syrup of it. Brittany could only stare in awe at the sensual looks Santana was giving her. She swallowed hard, trying to regain composure but it didn't seem to work. She saw Santana smirk before she grabbed a fork herself and started eating the pancakes.

"I thought they were my pancakes." Brittany teased.

"Don't be selfish. I made this whole breakfast. You might as well share."

"Fine." Brittany grunted loud as a joke.

"So, the bachelorette party is tonight?" Santana asked.

"Yes. Do you want to join me and go grocery shopping?"

"Sure. Weren't the other girls going to help you?"

Brittany shrugged. "I guess. I don't really know anymore. I'll just do it myself. Kitty would be pissed anyway if I didn't do anything at her bachelorette party. I'm her maid of honor anyway."

"Oh yeah. The wedding. Sometimes I forget that's why we're actually here." Santana laughed.

"Yeah, me too. But Kitty is getting more and more stressed out by the minute. Even though everything is arranged except for some details, she still manages to freak out."

"I'd freak out too. Throwing this insane party for so many people. And the fact that it's supposed to be the best day of your life, talk about pressure."

"I don't think your wedding is the best day of your life." Brittany stated. Santana's eyebrows rose.

"What do you mean?"

"It's an amazing day. But your expectations are always too big. You expect the world to be perfect and it isn't. Some things will always go wrong. I think the perfect days are the days that start out normal. Like a lazy Sunday that you spend with the one that you love. You don't know that the day is going to be perfect. You don't know that that day is the best day of your life. It just sort of happens. And there's that moment at the end of the day where you are just happy. You don't need anything else. The world seems perfect because you made an ordinary day perfect." Brittany told. It might be super cheesy of her, but that was really how she felt. Days you expect that were perfect would always disappoint in her mind.

Santana had a smile playing around her lips. "I know what you mean. You shouldn't expect anything, because expectations are never really fully reached."

Brittany nodded. "Yeah."

They fell into silence.

"When do you want to go grocery shopping?" Santana asked

"We can go now, if you want to?"

Santana nodded.

"You still need to get dressed. I'll clean all this up and we'll meet outside, okay?"

"Sure seems good."

Santana grabbed the remains of the breakfast and walked outside. Brittany then got dressed quickly and walked outside.

They went to the grocery store and bought everything that they needed. From bags of chips to a lot of alcohol. They bought vodka, blue thrills and even tequila. They didn't play their grocery game like the last time they went shopping, but they were just calm, in peace. Brittany would occasionally steal some kisses from Santana. Some old woman gave them death glares when they blocked the alley between the products. Brittany mumbled an apology and Santana mumbled something that sounded a lot like: cranky, old woman be cock blocking me damn.

Brittany had asked Rachel to keep Kitty away from the beach so that they could set up the whole party. Rachel was the right person to ask. She invited Kitty to go shopping and whined just as long until Kitty said yes. In the meantime, the rest of the girls helped them arranging the whole party. She wanted the party to actually be something she could be proud of, so Brittany worked her ass off.

They talked over the details for tonight. After everything was arranged for the evening they decided to take break and tan a little bit. The sun was burning hot.

Santana and her were listening to Santana's iPod, eyes closed, side-by-side.

"Can we go swimming please? It's way too hot." Brittany pleaded.

"But Britt. I'm so lazy. I don't want to get up." Santana countered.

"Please?" Brittany tried again.

"Fine. I can't say no to you anyway. Might as well give in now. God knows I would give in anyway." Santana whined.

"Hey guys. We're going for a swim. Does anyone want to join us?" Brittany asked to the rest of the girls who were all either reading a book or listening to music. Nobody responded so Brittany took that as a no.

"Come on, let's go." Brittany grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her towards the sea.

Brittany had an idea. She started running while she yelled at Santana:

"Last one in the water is a loser." She laughed.

Brittany had already run a couple of yards until Santana began her attempt to get first to the water.

"You little cheater." She heard Santana call after her, which only made Brittany laugh even louder. Brittany looked over her shoulder. Damn the girl was fast. Brittany wasn't expecting her to be so damn fast. She thought she would win this little competition easily, but Santana was quickly winning metres.

Only a couple yards difference and the sea were still so far away. If she cheated and still lost, she surely is a loser. Brittany's breath was getting heavier by every step and so were her legs. Santana was only 2 or 3 yards behind her, but the sea was close so she thought she could make it.

When Brittany's feet touched the water, Santana hadn't caught up with her and she had won their little game. Brittany and Santana were breathing heavily.

"Okay, I won. What do I get?" Brittany beamed at Santana.

"You cheated."

"Irrelevant." Brittany countered.

"Fine. What do you want?" Santana sighed.

"A kiss." Brittany pointed at her cheek.

Santana fake sighed and inched closer. Just before Santana's lips would connect with Brittany's cheek, the blonde turned her head. That way, Santana kissed the blonde right on the lips. Brittany then quickly placed her hand on Santana's neck. She heard Santana gasp in between their lips, but she also felt the brunette smile into the kiss and Brittany deepened the kiss. They kept kissing for a while, and Brittany had to pull away, because her knees were getting weak from kissing Santana.

"That was a good reward." Brittany grinned.

"It really was." Santana laughed.

"Do you want to go under water?" Brittany asked.

"I'd rather not. It'll mess up my hair and everything." Santana whined.

Brittany had an idea. "Well, it would certainly suck if someone would push you under water, wouldn't it?"

"Brittany, don't. I'm going to kill you if you push me under water." Santana warned when she saw the blonde inching closer.

"Too late." Brittany laughed when she tackled Santana and pushed her under water.

"Oh, you are so dead." Santana stared at Brittany when she got out of the water. She lunged herself at the blonde, but she was just a second too slow to tackle the girl. Brittany laughed.

"You will have to try harder if you want to tackle me, babe." Brittany happily referred to Santana's name for her.

Brittany was laughing hard and that made her reaction time just too slow. Santana had lunged herself at Santana and before Brittany could process what exactly had happened, she tasted the salt that came with the sea.

"Revenge is a bitch." Santana smirked.

Brittany laughed. They swam for a little while and after that, they got out of the water.

"Shit, Britt. We only have one towel."

"We'll just have to share then, won't we?" Brittany winked. Brittany grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her body and then around Santana's body. They were practically cuddling. Holding Santana in her embrace fast became one of her favourite things to do. It was so calming, feeling her chest rise up and down with every breath.

"You two are way too cute for your own good, you do know that right?" Tina laughed at them.

"I don't want to interrupt your little cuddle session but we're having dinner in an hour, I'm just saying. You might want to go take a shower, or something." Quinn said, looking very disinterested in them.

"Fine." Brittany grunted.

They took a shower, not together, of course. After that, they got dinner with the girls only. The guys were already leaving on Puck's epic night, also known as Ryder's bachelor party. Apparently they were going to a strip club and Kitty looked very disapproving. After a quick dinner they pretended like that was it.

"So, when is the bachelorette party?" Kitty asked curiously when no one mentioned anything.

"Look, Kitty. I have to admit something. We kind of forgot to arrange something. So there isn't a bachelorette party. I'm really sorry. We thought we could just go to bed early. We're really tired from you know, swimming and grocery shopping. It was an exhausting day. I'm really sorry. But I figured that you wanted some peace too. You've been so stressed out about the wedding; we just wanted to give you an alone night. Just you and some movies. Sounds good, right?" Brittany lied.

She could read the disappointed look on Kitty's face. "Oh." Kitty sighed.

She then walked away, balding her hands into fists, clearly annoyed and angry.

"Good job, Britt. Okay, let's get everything done." Rachel said.

Brittany grabbed all of the groceries Santana and her had bought earlier that day and brought it to the beach.

She laid cheap blankets in a big area of the beach. That way, they could serve snacks without getting sand in between them. She then went for a walk along the beach to find stones. Otherwise the blanket could fly away, and that was not what she wanted. She laid out all the snacks into bowls. She then placed red cups all over the blankets.

The sun was already down, so she placed little lights she bought today all over the beach. Even though she would normally not say so herself, it looked absolutely gorgeous. Brittany contently smiled. She then grabbed a bottle of champagne and they walked back towards Kitty's room.

"Okay, so let's go over the plan one more time. We sneak in, very quiet. She can't suspect anything. And when we're at the door, we burst in and we treat Kitty on a little champagne shower. Is everyone clear on the plan?" Brittany asked.

Everybody nodded. Brittany held her finger in front of her mouth, motioning for everyone to keep quiet. They tiptoed quietly into the living room. Brittany quickly glanced over at the rest of the girls before she opened the door.

"Surprise!" They all yelled in sync.

"Holy fuck." Kitty screamed. Brittany opened the champagne bottle and started pouring it around the whole room.

"Happy bachelorette party!" Brittany screamed.

"You're such a bitch, Brittany." Kitty laughed, and she knew that she didn't mean it.

"Let's go to the beach and get drunk!" Brittany laughed. Kitty then grabbed the bottle of champagne from Brittany's hand and took a big gulp.
"I deserved that. You guys scared the crap out of me."

"You deserved that bitch." Mercedes laughed.

They walked back to the beach.

"Oh, how I wish that we would have filmed that scene. It was hilarious, Kitty. Your expression was perfect." Marley laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. Can we just shut up about that now and get drunk? It's going to be one of the final nights before I'm married."

They walked to the beach and immediately Brittany gave everyone a red cup.

"Can I get everyone's attention, please?" Brittany asked.

They all stood in a small circle around Brittany, who rose up her cup.

"I'd like to make a toast. To the bachelorette party of one miss Kitty Wilde, arranged by the best maid of honor you could imagine, better known as Brittany S. Pierce. Let's make this night perfect." Brittany spoke and she winked at Santana.

"Cheers." Quinn yelled and they all drunk out their cup.

Mercedes had put on some music and everybody was happy chatting and drinking.

Suddenly a man and a woman came up to them. They were police officers. Oh crap. The woman was a skinny, long, brown-hair woman and Brittany had to admit, she was hot. Perhaps it was just the uniform that gave the woman a raw sex appeal. The guy on the other hand wasn't too bad either. He looked a lot like Ken from Ken and Barbie. He was blonde but tan and he looked like one of those surfer guys who just surfed the entire day. His body was muscular and his teeth were perfectly white.

"Can I help you?" Brittany asked, a little worried. She knew there was a law that permitted you from drinking on the beach, but they rented that piece of beach, so Brittany wondered if it was still permitted. She sincerely hoped it wasn't.

"You do know that it isn't allowed to drink on Hawaiian beaches, right?" Shit.

"But this is a private part of the beach. We can do on our property what we want, right?" Brittany asked a little tense.

"Hell yeah. Because we aren't real police!" The woman yelled. Brittany's mouth fell open, literally open. The man ripped open his shirt and showed them his tanned chest and his abs, which were rock hard. The woman undid her jacket too.

"We were hired for a bachelorette party for Kitty Wilde."

"You hired strippers, Brittany?" Kitty laughed.

"No, I didn't. I think it was Puck."

"We were hired by some guy with a mow hawk. He did ask us to give you guys this letter." The male stripper gave Brittany a little paper.

No bachelorette party without strippers. Thank me later. I paid the entire thing. Enjoy my ladies. Oh and I booked a woman for Lopez too. Otherwise she would just get bored. Puck.

PS: here are some one-dollar bills; you'll need them ;)

Brittany laughed. The alcohol level of her blood was already higher than normal and she thought the whole situation seemed rather funny right now.

"Can we start our show?" The man asked impatiently.

"Hell yeah." Mercedes screamed. There was already enough alcohol consumed for everyone to be cheery.

The male stripper walked over to the music boxes and plugged in his own music, You Make Me Feel by Sylvester started blaring through the speakers.

"Who's the lucky girl that's getting married?" The man asked.

Everybody cheered and pointed at Kitty.

"Me, me, me." Kitty screamed.

"Okay, my name is Mike and this is Candy. Now let's get this party started, won't we?" The man ripped began dancing sensually to the music. He undid the remains of ripped up shirt and threw it at Kitty. She cheered on. Brittany's mouth fell open in awe. The male stripper's body was impeccable. It was tan, muscular and he had a sex line running all the way down his belt. His abs were rock hard and his chest was hairless. He danced to the music and in the meantime threw out his shoes. The female stripper was buttoning down her shirt too, revealing a red bra. Brittany glanced over at Santana, who was staring openmouthed too at the woman in front of her. Brittany couldn't help but feel a sting of jealousy. But she had been staring at the man too, so she shrugged off the jealousy.

The woman threw her shirt right at Santana, who looked flushed. Mike ripped his own pants and revealed white boxers. Everybody screamed including Brittany.

"Wow." She heard Mercedes say. The woman ripped her pants at the same time too and revealed long, tan legs. Brittany couldn't decide to whom she should be staring. Her eyes flashing between the two strippers.

Mike then came closer to Kitty, who was throwing the one-dollar bills that Puck gave her to him. Mike then started grinding up on Kitty. Kitty's eyes bulged practically out of her head when Mike was giving her a lap dance. The woman on the other hand was directed at Santana. Brittany saw Santana swallow hard before Candy gave the brunette a lap dance too. The woman whispered something in Santana's ear. Brittany balled her fists. That dirty stripper should back the fuck away from Santana. Who does she think she is? And Santana seems to enjoy it. Brittany tried to control her anger, but with every grind and every glance of Santana into the stripper's cleavage made Brittany angrier and angrier. She tried to tear her eyes away, but it was futile. Luckily the woman finally moved on from Santana after a couple of minutes.

After a while, the strip act ended. Rachel, who was drunk already invited the strippers to stay for the party a little more. Rachel, who was obviously flirting with Mike, kept touching his arms, making comments about how fit he was. Mike just laughed it off. Brittany tried to forget the images of the stripper grinding upon Santana, so she took a couple of shots. The alcohol burned into her throat, but Brittany didn't care. It made her head lighter and she could use that. The jealousy was taking over and she hated when that happened. She was talking to Mercedes when she saw in the corner of her eyes Santana and the stripper talking. She excused herself and wobbled her way to Santana.

"Hey, babe." She slurred. She threw her arm around Santana.

"What are your guys talking about?" Brittany asked, giving the stripper death glares in the mean time.

"Is this your girlfriend?" the stripper cocked her head to the blonde.

She heard Santana hesitate. "Yes." Brittany slurred. "This is my hot girlfriend."

"Congrats." The stripper sarcastically stated.

"Shut up Marissa." Santana warned the stripper.

"Wait? What? Her name isn't Marissa? It's Candy?" Brittany mumbled confused.

"No, it isn't. Her name is Marissa." Santana said.

Brittany stared between the two women. "You two know each other?" Brittany stared confused.

"Yes. Your hot girlfriend and me used to hook up." The stripper laughed. Fuck, Brittany hated this woman.

"Is that true?" Brittany looked over at Santana, who bowed down her head in shame.

"Yeah." If Brittany wasn't jealous before, she sure was now. Santana had slept with that nasty stripper? Brittany felt like she could throw up any minute. It was a horrifying image. The images of the stripper grinding up on Santana from before were quickly replaced with images of those two having sex.

"Well, let's go Santana. You shouldn't waste time on this whore." Brittany stated. She pulled Santana along with her.

"Excuse me?" Marissa choked.

"You heard me." Brittany said.

Everybody's attention was now pointed at the two women.

"I'm not a whore, you fucking dumbass."

"You get naked for money. Sounds like a whore job to me." Brittany spit in Marissa's face.

"Britt, stop it. She's not worth it." Santana pulled Brittany away from Marissa.

"You didn't think that when we were having sex, Santana? Do you remember? How I made you scream?" Marissa spoke, clearly wanting a reaction from Brittany.

"Shut up you fucking whore." Brittany screamed.

"Get the fuck out of here, Marissa. Fuck off." Santana interrupted.

"Fine." Marissa grunted loud. She packed her stuff and walked off the beach. Mike mumbled some apologies and chased Marissa.

"That bitch." Brittany mumbled under her breath.

"Seriously, Brittany?" Santana glared at Brittany.

"What? It's not like you haven't done the same when I was talking to Sam." Brittany countered back.

"Sam was your fucking ex-fiancé. Marissa was a one-night stand that wanted more from me than I wanted from her. You were overreacting."

"What the fuck, Santana? You were so much worse to Sam."

"Fuck that Brittany. You kissed him. You fucking kissed Sam. I was just talking to Marissa and you went all crazy overly obsessed girlfriend."

"I was just jealous okay? There's nothing wrong with that?" Brittany countered back.

"I'm not even your girlfriend." Santana spit back. Brittany looked around to see if nobody was listening in. They luckily weren't.

"You aren't?" Brittany asked.

"Fuck this. I knew this was a bad idea." Santana yelled before she turned around and walked away. Well fuck her. Santana shouldn't hope that she was going to chase her. Her and her damn ego. Some part of Brittany knew that the only reason why they fought was because they were both drunk but at this moment she didn't care. She was pissed at Santana. She was being a bitch. Well fuck her. Brittany walked back towards the bachelorette party and grabbed a cup and the bottle wine that was right next to it. Fuck Santana. She was going to enjoy her damn night. She didn't need her.

Be sure to leave a review :) They make me happy :) Maybe this seems like a bad ending, but just a reminder that they both aren't sober. Don't be too sad haha :) And love is though sometimes.