A/N: Good evening everyone. So I've been working on this chapter since 7am this morning. Partly because I couldn't sleep and partly because my new puppy couldn't sleep. Anyways like everyone I'm excited to see the season finale of Glee, and I probably will cry. Thanks to everyone for the kind reviews and support. You guys are awesome. Now enjoy the new chapter :).

Chapter Nineteen

Brittany's POV

Tonight is the opening night of the play I've worked so hard choreographing. To say I'm nervous is an understand statement. I'm beyond nervous, I mean this is the biggest thing I've ever worked on and I worked so hard on it. I'm backstage pacing before the performance. I kind of wish I could dance, that would at least make the nerves go away a little. It's about five minutes before the curtains go up when I feel arms around my waist. I jump a little in surprise. I turn around and there is Santana, looking beautiful as ever.

"Hey," I say giving her a quick kiss. "How did you get back here?"

"I have my ways," she winks. "Besides I wanted to see how you were holding up?"

"I'm doing good," I say trying to convince myself more than her.

"Lies," she says. "You barely slept last night."

"Okay fine I'm freaking out a little," I sigh in defeat.

"Everything is going to be great!"

"And how do you know?"

"Because my wonderful, amazing, talented girlfriend is the head choreographer, so I know it's going to be great!"

"Wow! Can I meet this girlfriend?" I tease.

"Ha, ha, very funny. Are you going to stay back here or come sit down with us?" she asks.

"Stay here."

She nods understanding. "Okay, I'll see you afterwards. Your dad is talking about getting celebratory drinks."

"Of course he is," I laugh.

"He's just proud," she says. "He's definitely out there telling everyone around him that his daughter is the choreographer."

"Okay well just watch him and I'll see you afterwards."

"Alright sweetie. I love you," she says and kisses me.

"I love you too," I tell her and give her one last kiss before leaving.

The director gives the cast a short pep talk before they go on. The pacing begins as the music starts and everyone takes his or her places. The show goes on without a problem and it's a hit. The audience is laughing hysterically and the performers have done a wonderful job. I'm invited out with the cast to celebrate, but I respectfully decline.

"Oh got to go home to the wifey I see?" one of the dancers joke.

I laugh. "Yeah it's nice to have a hot, sexy girlfriend to go home to every night, you should try it sometime Joe."

A chorus of 'ohs' rings through the cast while Joe just laughs it off. We're always like this, joking around and stuff. After leaving backstage, I try to find everyone else. The theater is so packed, but suddenly I feel a little force run into me. I look down and there is Nina with her arms wrapped around my legs.

"Hey munchkin," I pick her up.

"That was funny Britty," she says.

I know she probably didn't understand the humor, but at least she thought it was funny.

"Thanks. Now did you run away from your mommy again?" I ask.

"No she said I could go to you, but just straight to you," Nina answers proudly.

"Good job. Now where is your mommy?" I ask looking around, but I don't see her.

"Behind you," Santana says.

I turn around and with Santana are my father, her mother, Quinn, Jenny, Kurt, and Blaine all smiling. My dad looks the proudest of everyone.

"That was amazing Britt," Santana hugs me and gives me a big kiss.

"Thanks San," I smile.

I pass Nina to Santana so I can hug everyone else.

"I'm so proud of you princess," dad gives me a huge bear hug.

"Thanks daddy."

Quinn is next with the hug. "Seriously, best work I've ever seen you produce. That was fantastic."

I laugh. "Thanks Q."

Blaine and Kurt congratulate me as well.

"Okay let's go celebrate. I want to take my gays out," dad jokes and wraps one arm around my shoulder and the other around Quinn's.

"Okay dad," I laugh.

"But I don't want to go," Nina whines. She's going home with Maria for the night. Maria had offered for us, which was very nice of her.

"Nina we've talked about this. You got to stay up late so you could watch the play, but then it was straight to bed afterwards," Santana says.

"But mommy," Nina whines and buries her head into Santana's neck.

"Hey munchkin, you know who is waiting for you at home?" I ask her.

"Who?" she asks weakly.

"Rex. He can't sleep without you and you want him to sleep don't you?"

She nods. "Okay see you have to go to help him sleep."

"Okay," she smiles a little.

Santana hands Nina over to Maria and kisses Nina's forehead. "Be good sweetie. Thanks mom."

"Not a problem. Brittany that was absolutely wonderful. I just might have to see it again," Maria says.

"Thanks Maria," I smile to her.

Maria and Nina head off in a separate direction from us. We go to a local bar down the street where Quinn, Kurt, and I usually go.

"Okay what is everyone drinking?" my dad asks.

"I say we do a round of shots first," Quinn suggests.

"Agreed. We're celebrating," Kurt says.

I shake my head, but Quinn is already headed to the bar to order the shots. Within minutes a waitress comes to the table with a tray of shots. Quinn hands out the shots and hands me two.

"Here you go Britt, two for the superstar. I think you need it more than any of us," Quinn says.

"I can always count on you," I laugh.

"Wait a toast," dad suggests. "Here's to Brittany. The best damn choreographer this city has ever seen."

I blush a little. "Brittany!" everyone cheers.

I down both shots and the burn like hell. I haven't drank a lot in months with this play, so my tolerance isn't at it's normal high. I am glad that Santana is letting go tonight. She doesn't have to work or go to classes tomorrow. We both have the day off and Maria agreed to take Nina to school, so we have the whole morning to ourselves. Oh the possibilities.

"Thanks guys for coming out to see the play. It means everything to me to share this with you guys," I say.

"Aww Britt where else would we be," Kurt says.

"More shots!" Quinn says loudly and everyone laughs.

When Quinn leaves Santana leans over and whispers, "I'm loving Quinn right now."

"And why is that?"

"She's trying to get you hammered and drunk Brittany is usually horny Brittany," she husks in my ear sending a shiver down my spine.

"Well I'm hoping drunk Santana is just as horny as drunk Brittany."

"Oh babe you haven't seen anything yet," she says and pulls away with a smirk.

Suddenly, I want the celebration to be over so the real celebration can start. The drinks keep coming and within an hour and a half I'm hammered. My dad left twenty minutes ago he didn't want me to see me too drunk. Something about how a father should never have to see that. I don't really know, I would've been happy for him to stay for this. Anyways I'm hammered, like really hammered, like I can barely see straight. Santana is drunk too, but not as much as me, she's just the silly drunk.

I slowly stumble my way over to Santana just in time for her to keep me from falling over on my face.

"And where do you think you're going babe?" she whispers in my ear.

"To you," I slur. "I really want to take you home and do some things that are probably illegal in other states." Hardest sentence for me to say, ever.

"Wanky," she winks. "Good because I want to take you home and take you all over the apartment."

"To the apartment!" I yell and point towards the door.

Santana laughs and tells Quinn we're heading out because I'm too drunk, but I know Quinn knew the truth. Hell I think everyone knew the truth. Apparently, I couldn't stop talking about my gorgeous girlfriend. So, Santana and I head to our apartment. Thankfully we take a cab because walking is just too difficult. It takes us a while to get up the stairs and into the apartment, but once we're inside I pin Santana up against the door and attach our lips.

We spend hours having sex all over the apartment. I am kind of surprised since I'm wasted, but it had to be the hottest sex we've ever had. Drunk Santana and drunk Brittany are definitely great together.

In the morning, I wake up to the harsh sun shiny in our bedroom. I groan out, in pain and suddenly the sunlight is gone. Santana had shut the curtains.

"Why aren't you in this bed and more specially wrapped up in my arms?" I whisper.

She lightly chuckles and crawls back into my open arms.

"That's much better," I kiss her bare shoulder. Luckily she didn't get dressed.

"How are you feeling?" she asks.

"My head is pounding and I haven't even tried to move my legs, but I doubt that I can walk," I say chuckling.

"Yeah I can't really walk well either," she says. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes, but I don't want to get up," I say.

"You don't have to I'll make you something and bring it to you," she says.

"Um yeah I don't want you to move either."

"Then you're going to starve."

"But I'll starve holding my love," I say.

She laughs and snorts a little. "That was so cheesy."

"I know, but I couldn't resist."

"Okay well I'm hungry, so I'm going to make us breakfast. I'll be right back," she says and begins to move out of my arms.

"Fine," I pout.

I watch as she puts on a pair of boxer shorts and one of my t-shirts. I love it when she wears my clothes. I manage to wait about two minutes before I climb out of bed. I throw on some sweatpants and one of my dance shirts. I walk into the kitchen to find Santana singing to whatever is on the radio. I'm not really paying attention. I'm too focused on her shaking that gorgeous ass.

I walk up behind her and put my arms around her waist. She jumped a little, but relaxed immediately.

"I thought you were going to sleep more?" she asks.

"Yeah, but I have this problem where I just can't keep away from you right now," I say as I place a kiss on her neck.

"Oh well I'm not complaining," she says.

"Good."

We eat breakfast and go straight back to bed. We sleep for a little bit before we have to get up and pick Nina up from school.

Santana and I step out of the apartment ten minutes before we have to pick Nina up from school, but as we step out of the door and onto the street I see someone I haven't talked to in a few months.

"Mom?" I ask and my mom walks up to Santana and me.

"Hello Brittany," my mom says and doesn't even acknowledge Santana.

"What are you doing here?" I ask not knowing she knew where I lived.

"Can I talk to you?" she asks.

"Actually we're just heading out," I say. I haven't let go of Santana's hand this entire time, I think my grip may have tighten upon seeing my mom.

"Please," she begs. Well this is new, the whole begging thing.

"Britt why don't you go talk to your mom and I'll meet up with you in a bit?" Santana suggests.

"But babe," I semi-protest.

"No go. I'll see you in a bit." Santana hugs me and whispers, "I'll send Nina your love."

She kisses my cheek and then leaves. Suddenly, I'm really nervous as to why my mom is here.

"What do you want?" I ask harshly.

"Let's go for coffee," she says.

"Not until you tell me why you're here," I demand.

"Please Brittany I'm trying to explain myself."

"Fine. There is a Starbucks around the corner."

We begin walking towards Starbucks and things are silent. We order and I pay for my own and grab a table.

"What's this about mom?" I ask when she sits down with her coffee.

"You did a wonderful job with the play," she compliments and I'm surprised.

"You saw?"

"I've seen all your performances," she confesses.

"What?" I'm shocked. Not once has she let me know that she's seen my work. "Why didn't you say anything? I always thought you hated what I did."

"Brittany you need to understand something. I grew up in a different time period and in a different class. It wasn't common for someone to chase their dreams and marry who they really love."

"Wait," I interrupt. "You don't love dad."

"At first I wasn't in love with him. My family was friends with your father's family. They practically had everything planned out for us and saw a future for us. When you're father and I married I wasn't in love with him, but with another man who my father didn't seem fit for me to marry. He was a hard worker, and in a lower class, so my father didn't approve. My mother had no say, daddy always had the final word. But listen to me, I was always faithful to your father and I learned to love him and eventually fell in love with him. He really is a great man, it just took me longer to realize it." (A/N a little notebookie I know)

I'm trying to process everything, but this is unbelievable, but she continues. "I've been jealous of you Brittany. You've done everything I've wanted my life to be. You're a wonderful dancer, followed your dreams, and are with the one you love."

"Wait you danced?" I ask still processing and still shocked.

"Yes. Where do you think you get your talents? I shouldn't be jealous of my daughter and for that I am so sorry. I spent years in envy when I should be telling you how proud I am of you. You have done so much and your wonderful, smart, and so brave. That's what I should've been saying this whole time. And I am sorry about how I treated Santana. It was unfair of me, but I was looking out for you. You're father has spent weeks pleading your case and Santana has won him over. I want to try Brittany please, let me try."

I sit there stunned. All this time I never knew my mom could dance and that she was forced to marry my father. It puts things in a whole knew perspective.

"I don't know what to say. No wait, I'm angry that you never told me this before and I'm sad that you never lived out your dreams."

"Don't be sad for me. My life didn't turn out how I may have dreamed at the age of seventeen because my dreams changed. I don't regret my life and I don't resent it. I resent the fact that I let this stupid jealous come between us. I'm so sorry."

"Mom, I don't, I just," I stutter not really knowing what to say.

"I know this doesn't make up for anything, but I want to give you something." My mom reaches into her purse and pulls out a black velvet box. She opens it and slides it across the table. I gasp when I see the diamond ring. "It was my mother's, your grandmother's, engagement ring. You have no idea how much you're like her. I want you to have it, I know she would want you to have it, for you you're ready to propose to Santana."

Tears have formed in my eyes. My grandmother died 2 months after I was born. I'm told, except for my blue eyes, that I look exactly like her. I've seen pictures of her when she was younger and the resemblance is uncanny. My parents also tell me how much of my spirit and out look on life is like hers.

I don't touch the box, but instead I confess. "Mom Santana has a daughter."

"I know."

"You know?"

"Your father told me. He says you're really good with her. I want you to have this ring, Brittany. I know you love this woman and that you're most likely going to spend the rest of your life with her."

"I am," I say quietly. "I wanted to propose next month."

"Well now you have a ring," she smiles.

Tears are rolling down my cheeks. "Thank you mom. Thank you."

I take the ring and exam it before putting it into my pocket.

"I bet you'll be wanting to get home to Santana and Nina," my mom says.

"Yeah."

"Your father says you're a really cute looking family."

Then I have an idea. "Mom would you like to meet my family?"

She smiles brightly. "I would love to."

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