The next day everything checked out so that the doctors were willing to give Brittany an early release, under the conditions that Brittany stay on bed rest for a week, came in the next week for a follow up appointment, and that Dr. Lopez make a house call to make sure Brittany wasn't in any excessive pain.

"I think the nurses are going to throw a party when we leave." Brittany mused as Santana sat on the foot of her bed, massaging her foot.

"Oh yeah? Why's that." Santana asked with a devious grin.

"I'm pretty sure you made at least two of them cry. You're kinda mean." The blonde baited her with a scrunch of her nose and Santana was always willing to play along.

Santana flew her hands to her chest and opened her mouth in shock.

"Me? Mean?" She said as if such thing couldn't possibly be true, while she went back to massaging Brittany's foot, eyeing it skeptically. "Hmm. Guess I shouldn't be massaging your feet then. Wouldn't wanna ruin my rep."

As she spoke she with withdrew her hands and started picking at her nails, with her mouth turned down (like a boss).

"NO!" Brittany pushed her foot into Santana's chest, prodding her to continue. "You're nice, don't stop."

Santana looked down and smirked at herself.

"I think I enjoy this much better, even though it goes against our rules of a date first." She said as she pushed her chest further into Brittany's foot and threw her head back with an over exaggerated moan.

Both girls were laughing when an unexpected voice spoke from the door.

"If I'm interrupting one of your guys' weird fetish foreplays, I can come back another time."

"Quinn!" Brittany squealed from the bed as she lowered her foot, a bit to Santana's disappointment.

"Wanky." Santana chimed it with her favorite catch phrase.

Quinn shot Santana a smirk as she walked over to Brittany to give her a hug, tousling dark hair on her way.

"What are you doing here?" Brittany asked.

"I'm in town to see Beth and Shelby. Santana told me what happened so I thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing."

"Awesome. I've missed you! How's New York? Have you seen Kurt or Rachel yet? I heard they're living together now. They're like married with out the sex…or so they say."

"No, I haven't seen them yet. It's been crazy busy at school."

"Oh." Brittany said as her eyes drifted over to Santana who was lifting herself off of the bed and putting on her shoes. "Santana? Where are you going?" She asked with a pout.

"I'm gonna go run some errands while Quinn is here with you, then drop my car off at your house so I can ride with your mom to take you home later." Santana answered, her heart breaking off piece by piece with the look Brittany was giving her. Like she was going to leave her again.

"Can't you just stay here and take me home? I'm sure my mom would rather be at work anyways."

"You're mom wants to get you and I really have to get a few things done. It'll only be for a little while. I promise."

With that and approval from Britt, Santana leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She looked at Quinn next, who was smiling at them like she knew a secret.

"Make sure you follow all the instructions I gave you."

"You mean the rules that took you 3 text messages to type out? Yeah, got it."

Santana shrugged her shoulders and gave Brittany's foot a quick tickle before she was on her way.

Quinn leaned in immediately after Santana left, "So tell me everything." She said. It was obvious to them both that by 'everything' she meant the Santana/Sam thing.

When Santana got to The Pierce's house, after making a few stops, she went straight for the mailbox to check and see if Sugar was true to her word about the money. Sure enough, the top envelope was one addressed to Brittany in swirly handwriting. It weighed about a thousand dollars. She tucked the letter under her armpit and began sifting through the rest of the mail to kill time before the delivery truck came with the bed she ordered for Brittany. She began to meander back to her car as she picked out a few coupons she thought Brittany would like when she bumped into something that made a familiar 'oomph' sound.

"Watch where you're walking!" The person scolded her.

"Becky? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be mixing Coach Sylvester's powdered breast milk with water and feeding her cabbage patch kid?"

"Coach told me to drop this off for Brittany. And shouldn't you be out of town…sucking." Becky quipped as she pulled out an envelope with Brittany's name scratched on it.

Santana rose an eyebrow at Becky's attempt of an insult and snatched the letter from her. Her former Co-captain stuck out her tongue and walked back to the mini van that her mom was waiting in.

She played with the new letter in her hand. It felt heavy, maybe it was because she was debating on whether or not she should open it or just hand it to Brittany when she got home. Sure, it would be a violation of Brittany's privacy, but it might also save her from unnecessary disappointment. She wasn't naïve enough to think the envelope held a 'Get Well Soon' card. That wasn't exactly Sue's style. She weighed her options and decided to open the letter and blame it on Becky later if she need to.

"Blondie,

I've received word that you damaged your near impeccable physique with that butch sport involving motor bikes. You've missed two practices and as you well know that is absolutely unacceptable. As of now you are off of the Cheerios. I will be by to pick up your uniform on Wednesday. I expect it to be dry cleaned before my arrival.

-That's now Mrs. Sylvester to you."

"Fucking bitch." Santana said out loud after she finished reading the letter. She had half a mind to drive over to WMHS and slap the woman across the face with that damn letter. Instead she slid it into her back pocket and made a mental note to tell Brittany before Wednesday… and key Sue Sylvester's car.

The delivery team came shortly after and she directed them where to put and assemble it. When they left she set everything else up for a surprise she planned for Brittany last night. Everything was arranged just in time for her to hear a honk from the driveway.

Mrs. Pierce was waiting for her and when she slid into the passenger seat she was immediately pulled in for a tight hug.

"Santana! I was so surprised when you called me instead of Sam." Mrs. Pierce said.

"Yeah, well, Sam's a good friend and all, but…" Santana looked up at Mrs. Pierce through think lashes and threw her arms out in front of herself.

"He's not you." Mrs. Pierce finished with a knowing smile.

As they pulled up to the front of the hospital Quinn was wheeling Brittany out to meet them, with a cheery nurse at their side. Santana flew out of the car in record time and adjusted the seat for Brittany to fit in with her leg. As the girls got closer, Santana noticed Quinn also got her chance to sign Brittany's cast. She couldn't read it all but she saw something about the 'unholy trinity' on it.

"I heard the nurses talking about ordering a cake and getting a DJ. I knew they'd throw a party." Brittany whispered to Santana as she helped her out of her wheelchair.

"We'll have to crash it later." Santana winked.

After they finally managed to maneuver Brittany into the vehicle they said their goodbyes to Quinn. Santana even gave her a hug and thanked her for staying with Brittany while she was gone. Brittany on the other hand just rolled down her window and tilted her head up, explained that it suited the new gangster lean she had going on.

The sky was already fading into various shades of pinks and oranges by the time they finally reached Brittany's house. Normally her dad would be home by now, but she didn't see his SUV in the driveway.

"Where's Dad?"

"He's meeting me at the restaurant." Her mother answered simply. But when she turned to her daughter and saw the hurt in her eyes she was quick to defend herself. "I'm sorry baby girl, but we had reservations and couldn't cancel. We had no idea you would go and crash you're dirt bike. Santana is here though and we'll be back later tonight."

Brittany turned her head with a small nod. It wasn't like she was surprised, but that never lessens the sting. She knew her parents loved her and her sister, they just didn't show it the way most parents did. Instead they let them pick out their own meals and clothes when they were kids. They let them stay up late and make pillow forts and told them stories about Ogres as they acted them out and then showered them with kisses before putting them to bed to have nightmares that they assumed they were too old for. Brittany was always told that they were just unconventional.

It took the three women an exceptionally long time to get into the house. Partly because it was much harder without a wheelchair and partly because Brittany didn't quite know how to work her crutches yet. It's weird to walk, or hobble, for the first time with your body not used to half of you being much heavier than the other half.

As soon as they were in the door, Mrs. Pierce was out the door. She said a quick goodbye between worrying about being late and left the two of them in the living room to fend for themselves.

"So, you wanna go to your room." Santana asked, trying her best to sound indifferent.

"That's sooo farrr." Brittany whined as she leaned up against the couch.

"Come on, I'll help you."

Santana managed to get Brittany all the way down the hallway, which seemed like a miracle to Brittany. How on earth was this tiny girl able to move with her body just the right way to create the least amount of pain? 'It must be a soul mate thing', Brittany mused in wonder.

Santana hesitated at the door. Her nerves were going crazy, hoping that Brittany would like everything that she had planned. She wrapped one arm around Brittany's waist and slowly opened the door. Brittany watched as Santana's face changed from focused, to proud and finally to expectant. When she finally looked away from the other girl to look into her room she was awestruck.

Inside there were a couple of lit candles that cast a dim glow on the darkening room. The curtains were drawn, letting in only a stream of the setting sun, which meshed with the candlelight flawlessly. Her eyes immediately fell to the foreign bed. It was a fancy one that had a remote controller to change the position from flat to sitting. On her nightstand was a paper bag that had 'Breadstix' written in bold letters and a plate of spaghetti and meatballs sitting next to it. A light on her wall caught her eye and her eyes shifted from one side of her room to the other where on her bedroom wall Lady and the Tramp was playing from a projector that Santana had managed to place in just the right spot to create a movie theater feel with out it obstructing their view from the bed. Not only was all of it a huge surprise, but it was absolutely the most wonderfully perfect thing anyone had ever done for her.

"Santana…" was the only thing that would escape Brittany's lips. It was so much to take it and finding the words to express all her feelings seemed too impossible.

"I thought we could have our 2nd first date now." Santana said as she dipped her head shyly.

Brittany turned to Santana and placed her hand under her chin, bringing them eye to eye. "It's amazing."

That was the first word she thought of, even though it could only begin to describe what she thought of it. It seemed to do the trick though because Santana was smiling at her as if she won first prize at something more important than Glee and Cheerleading competitions put together.

"Let's get you to your bed."

"My bed." Brittany said and shook her head. "How is this my bed? Did you steal it from a Kardashian because it looks really expensive."

"Yeah, but I made sure not to get caught." Santana said, nudging Brittany to start walking towards it.

"Seriously San. How did you do this?"

"Don't worry about it. It's legit. I ordered it the other day. I figured since you'd have to be on it more it would be better than the two twin beds you had pushed together." She shrugged, not wanting Brittany to question or feel bad about how much it cost.

"Those were our beds though. They were fine." She ended with a pout.

"Well this is better, and who knows what will be ours one day…"

Brittany's heart skipped a beat at that and when Santana finally managed to get her to the bed she pulled her down with her and kissed her hard, letting her know that she was hers again and always was. Santana moved with all the fluidity of the ocean as she moved towards the middle of the bed, bringing Brittany with her, all the while their lips never breaking. Her hands settled on Brittany's stomach, dipping beneath the fabric of her shirt to brush her soft skin. Under her hands she heard the tell tale sign of grumbling and knew that it was time to eat now, and finish this later.

They ate their shared plate of spaghetti while they watched one of Brittany's favorite Disney movies. Santana saved the last meatball for Brittany and when the blonde gave her a look she knew too well, she shook her head and laughed.

"Uh-uh."

"But, It's your turn!"

"I'm not nosing that thing over to you and getting sauce all over the money maker." Santana used her fork to scoot it over to the other side of the plate instead.

Brittany eyed her and leaned back, gesturing to the tan girl's ass. "So, you think your face is your money maker?" She asked teasingly.

Santana lifted an eyebrow and wiggled her butt where she sat.

Brittany licked her lips before a bargaining idea hit her. "If you do it, I'll lick all of the sauce off of your face…slowly."

"So you can leave another hickey mark on my cheek? No way. I had to tell people I got into a bar fight and sent a girl to the hospital just so they would stop asking me if I had a rash."

Brittany was in the process of thinking of something to say back to that when a phone chimed. It was Santana's. Brittany was closer to the phone so she picked it up and handed it to her, she couldn't help that she saw the text from Santana's Coach.

"Ok, Lopez. I'll give you 'til tomorrow afternoon. If you don't show up you're cut."

Brittany read the text, confused. Santana didn't mention anything about being in trouble with her squad. Then it clicked…her look from yesterday.

Santana took the phone from Brittany, her eyes glancing over it, before she set it down next to her.

"You got in trouble?" Brittany asked.

"No. I'll get in trouble if I don't show up for practice tomorrow, which I will, so no biggie." Santana brushed it off.

Brittany knew the severity of it, though. If Santana got kicked out of cheerleading her scholarship would get taken away. It was a big deal and Santana was acting like it wasn't.

"You have to go back tomorrow."

"I know. I am."

"Okay. Just making sure."

Neither girl wanted Santana to leave. Who knew when her next visit would be, especially now that she was on her Coach's shit list. With the subject dampening their spirits Santana decided to use the art of distraction.

In one swift motion Santana's head bent down and she was pushing the last meatball over to Brittany with her nose. As she sat back up they were both smiling again and she pointed to her nose and pushed her face towards Britt. "Time to make good on that offer now." She said.

Brittany didn't hesitate before she was licking at Santana's face through a smile. She lapped up all the sauce then began to drag her tongue down and over each of Santana's lips before pushing it inside her mouth. The Latina moaned at the forced entry, eventually finding Brittany's tongue with her own and setting a steady rhythm.

It was amazing to both girls how worked up they could get just from kissing. The movie was quickly forgotten and became background noise as Santana pushed the plate of leftover spaghetti to floor and climbed half way on top of the blonde. She broke the kiss only to drag her lips down. Over her chin, past her throat, and to her neck just below her ear. Brittany stretched her neck to the side, giving Santana access to more skin and gasped when Santana began sucking on her earlobe.

"What are the rules about sex after the first date?" Santana whispered hotly into Brittany's ear between nibbles.

"I-I think, mmm, I'm definitely not against it."

I'm blue balling you guys again...sorry. Let's hope the girls don't get interrupted this time.