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Sorry for the previous update. anyway here's the new one..hope you guys enjoy it.

Santana picked Brittany up at one the next day. She'd been having doubts all morning, and when she saw the outfit her fiancé was wearing it didn't help the cause. Brittany was dressed in a long bright blue dress that was almost as long as Santana was and at least two sizes bigger and hid completely whatever shape the blonde had, and on her head again was that damn blue velvet hat. Where the hell did she get these clothes from? Brittany wasn't fat; she looked like she had a nice slim and slender body. But she'd look bigger if she stood next to Santana coz the latina was practically a size zero.

Brittany looked at the latina standing near her black car dressed in a black skirt and a blazer over a white shirt. She looked smart and sophisticated. Brittany couldn't help but notice the latina's tan legs which looked smooth and long. They probably looked longer than they were because of the 4" heels the latina was wearing. Brittany felt her stomach turning in a weird but a nice way. She realized she was probably staring so she shook herself out of the thought of those legs wrapped around her waist and walked towards the latina. Brittany smiled brightly at the latina and Santana returned the smile and held the passenger door open for Brittany. The blondes smile disappeared instantly and she looked at the car as if it were road kill.

"What?" Santana asked her. "What's wrong now?"

"Your car is evil," Brittany told the latina in a low creepy voice which made Santana think of the kid from the Shining. "This car needs an exorcist."

Santana shuddered and looked at the blonde with an astonished look. "Brittany this car is a Porsche. I rebuilt it myself. This is a great car."

"But it's black and long and low and it looks like hell on wheels." Brittany looked at Santana with a disapproving look. "I can't believe a college professor would drive something like this."

Santana frowned at her. Brittany's thoughts of her car weren't new. Santana knew everyone who saw her precious baby thought the same way. Everyone said that it's not her type of a car and wondered how the hell she could afford a Porsche. When Santana was in her final year of college she used to work part time at a garage. Once she went to a scrap yard with her boss to look for some parts for a car he was building and that's when Santana found the Porsche. She fell in love with it instantly even though it was just a frame. She wondered why anyone would throw away something so beautiful. So in a moment that could only be described as a moment of absolute insanity Santana bought the frame. But that was only the beginning. It took her more than five years and more money than it would've cost her to buy a new car to get the car fixed up and running again. But that didn't matter to the latina. The car was her baby and her proudest possession and she glared at the blonde that was sneering at her baby like it was some piece of shit.

"Well after Friday, you'll never have to ride in it again," she told the blonde through gritted teeth while scowling at her. "Just get in."

"Yeah, but I'll have to look at it. It's like living upstairs from Beelzebub."

"Thank you Brittany, I'll keep that in mind now. Will you please get in?" Santana asked, trying hard not to just forget the whole deal and coming clean with the Prescott professors. Maybe teaching at community college won't be too bad. Brittany the resentful look on the latina's face and got in the car without any further comments about the car and as soon as she got in Santana slammed the door close. Santana was muttering to herself and thinking how some women had no appreciation for finer thing in life and just her luck that Brittany was one of them.

"So where are we going?" Brittany asked the still scowling latina when she got in. Santana started the car and drove in silence for a few minutes trying to calm herself. She fished in her jacket pocket and handed the blonde a note that said "Rings. Dress. Lunch."

"We're gonna need rings," Santana told the blonde, used to repeating everything to her classes when she taught. "and a dress for you. I could've let you borrow from me but you're about 5" taller than me so I don't think they'll fit. And after the dress shopping we'll have lunch so we can come up with a good story." Brittany nodded in agreement. The latina looked over at the blonde in her bright blue dress and hat and winced. "We'll get you a white or black dress."

Brittany pouted at her. "But I like color. Ooooh let's get a pink one or yellow?"

Santana shook her head and turned her attention back to the road. "No Brittany. I can see that you like color but for this weekend, you're wearing black or white." Santana looked at Brittany from the corner of her eyes for her reaction and caught her pouting harder. "And please stop doing that. You look like I just killed your puppy."

Brittany sighed heavily and stopped pouting. "I'm beginning to regret this."

Hearing the blonde's sad voice made Santana's heart feel heavier for some reason. "Think of the thousand dollars," she told the blonde, remembering how grateful she'd been the night before. Brittany smiled at her and Santana couldn't help but smile back at her.

The blonde nodded happily. "And Annie."

That damn cat again. "You know Brittany I would have let you keep the cat anyway."

"Really?"

"Sure. You look like you could use a friend."

Brittany looked at her with a small frown. "I have a friend. I have several."

"Oh sorry. You just never seem to have much company." Santana looked over at her apologetically and saw her pouting again. "Cut that out Brittany."

Brittany obediently put a tiny smile on her face. "Sorry. Anyway Artie didn't like company. And after a while my company didn't like Artie, so they didn't come back."

"Artie." Santana tried to remember the guy. "Was it the thin brown haired guy? He played the stereo too loud."

Brittany nodded at her. "Yeah he's a musician. He's got hearing problems from standing too close to the speakers onstage. That's how I met him. Somebody turned the amps up at a concert one night and he fell off the stage at my feet and cut his head, and I had a Band-Aid, and he said he'd never met anybody who'd brought a Band-Aid to a rock concert before."

Santana looked over at her, flabbergasted. That had to be one of the blonde's stories. "You're not serious are you? You are making that up?"

Brittany pouted at her again. "No I'm not. It's true. He asked me out that night and week later he moved in."

Santana stared at the blonde for a few minutes to see if she had even the slightest trace of humor in her face and moved her eyes back to the road, feeling frustrated when she couldn't find any. After one week Brittany had let some complete stranger move in. A week. Who does that? She has no common sense. Not that it's any of my business. What do I care anyway?

But when you think about it what they were doing was pretty much Artie's business. Santana was not at all the type to ever move in with a woman or even to be with the same woman for more than a week or two but if she ever did find herself in a committed relationship and living with a woman, she certainly won't be happy letting her girlfriend pretend to be someone else's fiancé. She turned to give another quick glance to the blonde. "Brittany, is Artie ok with what we're doing?"

"He's gone."

Santana felt happy hearing that and she couldn't understand why. She convinced herself it was because otherwise it would've been a problem for her plan. She looked at Brittany again who was staring out the window. She didn't seem too sad that Artie was gone

"Well, thanks for turning down the stereo. I really appreciate it."

"I don't have a choice Artie took it with him when he went." Brittany kept staring out the window, oblivious of Santana's reaction. Santana thought Brittany sounded a little sad that time and though it was really none of her business she couldn't help but ask.

"Was it his stereo?"

"No."

Santana looked at the blonde dumbfounded. Artie must really be a fucking idiot. Brittany lived in a really great apartment in a nice neighborhood and she didn't even care he was deaf because he was too dumb to move away from a speaker. And the blonde was really beautiful under her weird clothes and behavior and she seemed like a really nice person. Santana had seen Artie a couple of times and honestly Brittany was way out of his league even with her quirks. But not only had the jerk left her, he'd stolen her stereo on the process as well. Santana couldn't help but feel like finding Artie and give him a good kick. Immersed in her thoughts she almost drove past the jewelry store. She pulled in front of the small shop and parked the car. Unbuckling her seatbelt she turned towards the blonde.

"Hey try not to lose your grip in there ok? I'm a college professor, not a millionaire"

Brittany gave her a small smile obediently and followed Santana in to the small quaint shop.

Brittany walked behind Santana and was looking all around the small shop and bumped into Santana when she stopped in front of the case that held the diamond rings. Santana looked at the rings in the case trying to find the cheapest ring she could get. Brittany stood next to her and looked at the rings that sat there like ice on black velvet. She poked Santana on the side and shook her head. "I don't like diamonds. They're too snobbish and cold. I like pearls."

Santana was extremely grateful to the blonde. She gave her a sincere smile. "Thank you," Brittany just shrugged. She knew Santana thought she was being nice and trying to save latina money but the truth was Brittany really did hate diamonds and preferred pearls.

To her pearls were much better, they looked warm and real, almost like they were alive. She took Santana by the hand and dragged her to the case where the pearls were. Santana pointed to one ring immediately, an old-fashioned carved band with a circle of small pearls surrounding a tiny sapphire center. "This one," Santana told the clerk. Then she turned to Brittany and said, "It's a natural. Old-fashioned. Harper will love it."

Brittany bit her cheek trying to restrain herself from telling Santana then she should probably give it to Harper, since it wasn't what Brittany wanted at all. She liked the one which stood right next to the one Santana picked. A heavy chased-silver band holding twisted free-form pearls. But Santana had told her earlier to develop some tact and Brittany was working hard on it. Santana was paying her well and she didn't want to mess anything up. So she smiled warmly at the latina.

"Yes, that one is nice. But I like this one better." She showed the ring she wanted. "I like freshwater pearls."

'"Forget it Brittany. Pack the Daisy ring," Santana told the salesclerk in a hurried voice.

Brittany noticed that the sales clerk was frowning at the latina. It was small shop and the light was quite dim in the store. When the sales clerk was taking Brittany's ring size he treated Brittany like an abused child. The blonde looked younger than she really was and people had mistaken her age a lot before and Brittany figured she could get away with it here too. Santana was being quite rude and Brittany wanted to show the latina she shouldn't mess with her. After the sales clerk took her ring size Brittany linked her arm with Santana's and rested her head on the latina's shoulder. She smiled at the latina lovingly and innocently. Santana raised a brow wondering what she was up to. In the sweetest voice Brittany told Santana "Ok we'll take that ring now, baby." She beamed at the shocked latina innocently. "But on my eighteenth birthday can I have the other one? Please baby, please?" She batted her eyelashes at the latina.

The clerk glared at Santana and Santana looked flabbergasted.

Brittany kissed the latina on her cheek and turned to the sales clerk and beamed at him. "She's so good to me. I don't know why Mom and Daddy don't like her."

The clerk shook his head in disgust and went to ring the sale.

Brittany met Santana's eyes smiling as innocently as she could trying hard not to laugh out loud at the flustered latina.

Santana wasn't amused at all. "Listen, baby, you're cute, but there's no way in hell you can pass for eighteen. Stop causing problems."

Brittany smiled at her mischievously. "Yeah right. you haven't seen anything yet Dr. Lopez. That guy thinks I'm underage. You perv." She playfully pushed the scowling latina towards the sales counter.

Santana scowled harder at her. "Part of the deal is that you behave like a normal adult."

"In Prescott," Brittany pointed out. "We're not in Prescott yet. So let's go pervy pervson. Your baby needs a dress" She winked at the latina and went out of the store.

Santana scowled harder.

Back at the car, Santana held the door open for Brittany and checked her watch, frowning. They were taking much more time than she thought they would. Brittany gritted her teeth and got in. Brittany hated schedules and timetables. They were too much work and they produced nothing but pressure or guilt. Santana quickly got in and put her seatbelt on. Then she started driving again and asked the blonde "Do you think we can get a dress without you behaving like a 10 year old?"

Brittany narrowed her eyes looking at the latina. "You never know."

"Brittany c'mon. Please give me a break." Santana pleaded, hating how her voice sounded. The latina was not used to submitting to people but she was helpless. Her future depended on the blonde and she didn't wanna screw it up in any way.

Shopping for a dress took exactly fifteen minutes. Brittany pulled Santana into a thrift shop and took a plain white cocktail dress off a sale rack at the back of the store. She walked toward the latina, watching as Santana surveyed the place, realizing everything in it was used, and said "Brittany not here," but Brittany was ready for her. She'd been hanging out with the latina for only a very short time, but already she knew the smaller girl like a book.

"Trust me Santana," she said. "I tried this dress on once but put it back because it made me look like a dweeb-brained virgin. It'll go great with the ring." She gave the latina a toothy grin. Brittany noticed the store clerk coming towards then gave Santana a seductive smile. Santana didn't notice the shop clerk and stared at the blonde.

"It'll fulfill all your fantasies, Big mama." Brittany purred at the latina. Santana turned pink and looked at the blonde dumbfounded. The thrift store clerk cleared his throat behind them and looked at Santana with disgusted interest. Santana turned red with embarrassment. She snatched the dress out of Brittany's hand and gave it to the clerk.

"Stop doing that Brittany," Santana hissed at the blonde and quickly paid for the dress and dragged the blonde out just like Brittany knew the latina would, just to get them out of the store soon. Santana held Brittany's hand and walked towards the car and held the door open for her once again. After the blonde got in she walked to the other side and got in. She buckled herself in put the car in drive.

"Ok now let's go to lunch and get this started."