5.
Cheerio Santana and Brittany eventually returned to the bleachers unable to contain their curiosity at their older counterparts visit. They appeared somewhat ruffled around the edges with their uniforms dishevelled and Santana with an oblivious lovestruck smile plastered on her face where she couldn't take her eyes off her own Brittany.
There was an awkward silence until teenage Santana blinked herself out of her daze then looked over at adult Brittany who she was seeing for the first time. Her mouth slowly fell open and she gaped shamelessly.
"Oh. My. God. Brittany! You're a mother fucking goddess," she gasped.
Both Brittanys grinned at each other.
"Still got it," Brittany smirked slapping her wife's ass.
"Hey, stop that! Eyes forward," Santana glared at her younger self who looked slightly taken aback by the intensity of her glare.
"You're still so hot," Cheerio Brittany stared dreamily at the older Santana. "Your nose still scrunches up when you're mad. So adorable."
"H-h-hey, you- you've got your own Santana!" The affect of the harsh words was lessened by Santana's flushing cheeks and the way she stuttered over her words as teenage Brittany's ardour flustered her.
"I totally get that cougar thing Puck's always on about," the younger girl murmured hazily.
"Totally," her girlfriend sighed in agreement and they unconsciously leaned on each other for support at the simple sight of their hot older selves.
"Britt!" Santana nudged her wife frantically. "Do something!"
Brittany smirked, stepping closer to Cheerio Santana and then ran her fingers down the girls cheek looking at her with interest. Teenage Santana blushed and her eyelids fluttered under Brittany's touch.
"You're so cute," Brittany took the girls cheeks in her palms and their faces got dangerously closer. Cheerio Santana was mesmerised by Brittany's blue eyes, unchanged by the years, until Santana rudely snatched her away.
"Stop staring at my wife," Santana snapped at her younger self then tapped her backwards with one hand into teenage Brittany's arms. "This is so fucked up."
"Hey, careful," Cheerio Brittany frowned at her.
Santana looked slightly chastised and stepped closer to her own Brittany. "I wanna go home now," she muttered quietly.
"Awww sweetie," Brittany rubbed her hand down Santana's arm and smiled softly at her. "What if we ask them to go get Sugar and then we'll be out of here."
Santana looked panicked. She grabbed onto Brittany's hands and tugged out of earshot of the other two girls. "Wait, we cant tell them about Sugar, it might change the future."
"Santana, I'm pretty sure we can trust them," Brittany reasoned logically.
"But it might change things here!"
"Look at them, I mean us." Brittany waved an arm at the girls who were wait...
"Stop that!" Brittany gasped as teenage Brittany snapped a photo of adult Santana on her phone. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"You have to delete that."
"Nu uh. That's going in the spank bank!"
"Brittany!"
"What? It's only you and me and I tell you stuff anyway so what's wrong with that?"
"But what if someone sees it?"
"I'll tell them its Santana's mom."
Everyone looked at her needing further clarification on that comment.
"What possible, plausible explanation would there be for you to have picture of my mom?"
"She's a fox!"
"Britt!"
"What? It's true, she is."
Brittany whispered to her wife as they, almost fondly, watched the girls bicker. "There is no way in the universe we don't end up together, ever, ever, ever."
"What if she... I, freak out about it? How can you be sure?"
Brittany leaned in and kissed her lovingly. "You wont, and apart from I know you better than you do?" She indicated to the teenagers with a nod of her head. Santana looked over to find them them with their arms around each other whispering sweet nothings to each other, probably about how fucking lucky the other was going to get on their wedding night.
"Trust me, and trust yourself."
"Okay, break it up, break it up! Lets keep it rated PG, we're at school!" Santana interrupted the make out session which was getting overly handsy. "So here's what you're going to do," she stepped in front of her younger self noticing they were exactly the same height which wasn't as helpfully intimidating as she hoped.
"Aww crap, I don't get taller then," Cheerio Santana looked disappointed at herself as though it was her fault.
Santana glared at her. "Maybe if you didn't spend so many years drinking that master cleanse shit and stood up for yourself you would have grown a bit taller," she snapped.
"Like that's my fault!" The cheerleader scowled at her.
"Of course it is!"
Brittany stepped between them and gently pushed them a couple of steps apart she gave Santana a warning glance.
"Go get Sugar and bring her here." Santana laid it out simply but no one reacted to the demand. "Well, what are you waiting for? That's it. Go get Sugar."
"What kind of a dumb ass deal is that?" Teenage Santana's face scrunched up in bewilderment. "And why, even?"
"For gods sake, I can feel my pores clearing from every second I spend in this cowshit town, I needs me some smog. We have to get going. Now go on, git!"
"You mean, the girl Sugar, right?" Cheerio Santana asked to clarify. "Not just some sugar sugar to power your time machine thing?"
"I already tried that as a fuel source but it wasn't powerful enough," teenage Brittany told her. "You're probably using a plutonium based fuel source?" She aimed the query at Brittany who smirked, impressed with herself.
"Maybe," she laughed, non committally.
"Well, if you want some sugar, I'll give it to you," Cheerio Brittany winked cheekily then ran her tongue slowly over her bottom lip causing Santana to gulp and take a hurried step closer to her own Brittany. She unzipped her motocross jacket a bit further and noticed Brittany watching her with an amused look on her face.
"What? Its getting warm. Probably all the cow-pats giving off methane and heating up the ozone and stuff."
"What do you want Sugar for?," teenage Brittany asked curiously. "Are you going to experiment on her? Because I don't think I can let you do that."
"Why've you got to question everything? Why cant you just do as you're told? It's no wonder our mom's went grey so fast," she muttered to Brittany.
"You sound like my mother," Cheerio Santana frowned at her, unamused.
"Alright, enough!" Brittany wisely took over. "Can you bring Sugar here, please," she asked both girls.
Teenage Santana gazed at her completely lost in a lovestruck haze by the fact the most stunning woman she had ever seen was addressing her, whereas Brittany shrugged and said okay.
"Got a little drool there, Lopez," Santana flicked her ogling self on the nose.
"Is it true? You're here for Sugar because she's your daughter?" Cheerio Brittany asked.
"How do you, how does she?" Santana spluttered. "Uh, no?"
"Because, you know, Santana was going on about it."
Teenage Santana seemed to slowly rouse from her Brittany induced haze. "Huh? What?"
"You were talking about Sugar. You know, in that weird dream."
"Frickin' fondue before bed," she muttered shaking her head in dismay.
"Look, just go get Sugar and we'll be gone." Santana tried to shoo them away.
"Oh, but wait. You cant take Sugar yet." Cheerio Brittany told them as though this were an obvious fact they had simply neglected to take account of.
"Why not? She my daughter and if I say she's coming home with me then-" Her wife cut her off whispering in her ear, she sighed. "Why not yet?"
"Sugar's coming over. She wants to meet Lord Tubbington."
"Why?" Santana asked in total confusion.
Teenage Santana nodded discreetly, agreeing with that sentiment exactly. Why would anyone want to meet that ball of furry lard?
"I know. I'm surprised more people don't want to meet him. But I'll go get her. Glee should be out now," and she skipped off, leaving two very uncomfortable Santanas and a rather more zen Brittany.
Brittany pouted as she eyed up the younger Santana curiously. "I guess I'm going to go get Tubbs then. Britt should have him. I mean, we have Sugar but I know how heartbroken she'll be if he goes."
"No B, don't go. Don't leave me here, I'll come with you!"
"Stay here in case Sugar gets here before I get back. Please."
With a hard kiss still ringing on her lips Santana watched as Brittany headed back to their car.
With both safety nets gone the Santanas got their claws out.
"Still haven't built up a resistance to the pout? Lame. What have you been doing with your life?"
"Bite me, bitch fit."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. I can take your skinny ass anytime."
"I bet you can't with all those pounds you've piled on."
"Oh no you di'n't!"
Santana grabbed her younger self in a headlock dragging her away to the ratty old couch which had been sitting under the bleachers for god knows how many years. She began to noogie the girls slick cheerio regulation ponytail.
"Not the pony! No, anything but that!" She shrieked.
Santana stopped and spoke in a menacing low tone in her ear.
"Now listen up and listen good. There's something you have to do, something you have to change about the future and you're the only person I can trust with this. Are you listening?"
Teenage Santana let out a strangled grunt and then spat out, "Get off me, you old psycho." Santana forced her face further down toward the diseased cushions. "Gyessss gyessss I's listennnn!"
"In one month Breadstix will be bulldozed to the ground."
Cheerio Santana gasped in horror, her body gave up struggling with shock of the news and their absurd-ass rivalry forgotten.
"I know! You have to stop it. There was a vermin problem and they put down traps but found asbestos in the roof and decided to destroy the place. A life without Breadstix is a cold harsh place, Santana. You must stop them from bulldozing Breadstix. They keep it on the down low, hush, hush and before you know it, BAM! You can't let it happen. I've had to live without those holy 'stix for years. You cannot let that happen! Do you hear me?"
The poor girl was staring at her older self, devastation written all over her face. It was as though she had been told the world was about to end.
A tear trickled down Santana's cheek as recognised the reaction. "It's like a hole in my soul," she whispered. "A darkness, a life without 'stix. For the love of 'stix don't let that happen. It's still a while off before... Never mind." She sniffed caught up in the emotion of it all. "Save the stix, Snix. I beg you."
Brittany returned to find them both sitting on the couch with red eyes, both staring dejectedly at the ground. Santana's cheerio uniform was even more rumpled than before and her hair was sticking up out of her ponytail.
"Have you been fighting?"
"Of course not. We just had a moment, that's all. She's just a little emotional right now."
Brittany sat down between them and put her arm around the teenager. "Awww sweetie, don't let her bully you," she whispered.
"Yeah alright, moments over," Santana snapped and tugged Brittany into her own arms.
"Where's Lard- I mean, Lord T?"
"I gave him ten bucks and let him go." The Santanas exchanged a mutual puzzled glance. "He said he was going to Starbucks on the way home. He loves the whipped cream."
"Are you okay?" Santana asked her, knowing how much she loved that damn cat and how hard it had been to lose him the first time around.
"Yeah, it was kinda emotional. I was just really happy to see him again and he said he still loves me, so... we're cool." Santana hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead well aware of her younger self watching them with fascination.
"Why don't you get a mirror instead," she hissed at her over the top of Brittany's head.
Brittany sat up at the sound of voices approaching them, Sugar's voice could be heard clearly ringing out along the bleachers.
"C'mon you can tell me, I wont tell anyone I swear. Is it a recording contract?"
"Uh no," came teenage Brittany's softer tone.
"It's not anything weird is it, or gross?"
"Ewww no, Sugar. I wouldn't surprise you with something gross, but I guess, from a certain point of view this could be considered weird. I don't think you'll think it's weird though."
"That very cryptic, even for you," Sugar noted.
"I aim to confuse and confound," younger Brittany giggled.
Sugar looked up from where she had been led under the bleachers to meet a heavy silence and three pairs of eyes staring back at her. "Well hey there, Sugar baby," Santana drawled. "Did ya miss us?"
Panic flitted across Sugar's face and she looked around at all four women surrounding her. "I, uh, I... I've never seen any of you people before... any of you."
"Sugar," Brittany tried to calm her down.
"Who said that?"
"Sugar, I think that ship has sailed," Santana pointed out the obvious.
Sugar stepped back from her mom, shaking her head and nervously wringing her hands together.
"I don't know you and you don't look like anyone here. Oh god, are you all on drugs?"
Santana sighed and held out her arms. At this gesture Sugar burst into tears and ran into her embrace burying her face in her mothers shoulder for the second time that day. "I got stuck."
"I know, baby."
"You came." Tears rained down her cheeks and she hiccuped
"Course we did," Santana hugged her even closer and Brittany wrapped her arms around both of them, kissing her daughter's face wherever she could reach it.
"I'm sorry," the words were muffled into Santana's shoulder.
"It's all okay."
"I think they know now. I'm sorry, they must know."
"Hey look at me now," Brittany tilted her chin up off Santana's shoulder and kissed her tear streaked cheek. "Look at them, we're okay with them knowing, we trust them."
Sugar hiccuped and sniffed. "I guess that kind of makes sense."
She looked up at Santana and back to Brittany. "So I guess you're wondering how I got here."
"More like why you got here."
"Umm. There's a perfectly good explanation for all this." She looked around the vicinity for inspiration. "Aspergers?"
"Oh shut up, you do not have Aspergers," her mom snorted.
"You promised to take me for a driving lesson and then said you were too busy." Sugar accused Santana in an injured tone.
"So you thought it would be okay to steal the car?"
"I only sat in it."
"And started it up," Brittany pointed out.
"And started it up a bit, but you didn't tell me it was a time machine! Its so totally not my fault."
"Get in the car we're going home. I cant wait to be out of this armpit of a town."
"But mom, it's Regionals in two days!" Sugar was horrified they were going to leave straight away without giving her a chance to shine on stage.. "They cant win without me! And I haven't even had a chance to say goodbye to everyone."
"You'll see them in twenty minutes when we're back."
"But they'll be old and wrinkly."
"Hey!" Brittany had one eye closed trying to see her face and supposed wrinkles.
"Wait, wait a minute. If you're going I just have to ask something." The younger Santana spoke to her older self nervously.
Everyone watched curiously as they spoke in hushed whispers.
"Really? Really? That's your question. Not, what are the winning lottery numbers? Not, does Quinn get fat? But," She looked around at the Brittanys and Sugar. "But, who proposes to who?"
Teenage Santana blushed to the roots of her hair as her own Brittany giggled happily, while Brittany looked at her with an adoring smile. Santana gave herself the once over shaking her head gently as she did so.
"I forgot how hopeless I used to be. Are you fucking stupid? Don't answer that. Look at her. You already know the answer."
Cheerio Santana couldn't help the small smile take over her face.
Santana leaned in and whispered. "You and Britt aren't just gonna be okay. You're going to be amazing."
She slapped herself on the shoulder and turned away to her wife and daughter. "We should get some grub before the journey. Maybe Breadstix?"
Everyone but teenage Santana rolled their eyes. She just shrugged at Santana confused over their reaction as well.
The Brittanys hugged. "Your boobs are awesome," teenage Brittany grinned at her while admiring her chest.
"Thanks, B. So are yours. Make sure you remember what I told you."
"Yeah. I wont write it down in my diary though."
"No don't, I found out its not Lord Tubbington reading it after all, it was Santana all along." The Santanas looked away guiltily and tried to appear not to be paying attention. "You know, when she went through that jealous phase."
"So uh, bye then," teenage Santana gave an awkward half wave to Sugar who just laughed and hugged her.
"See you soon, mom." She kissed her on the cheek leaving her arm around her shoulder and looked over at her actual mom with a smile. They watched with unabashed amusement as teenage Brittany approached Santana.
"Can I have a hug goodbye?" Cheerio Brittany looked up through her eyelashes trying to appear innocent.
"Uh... no, not really, I don't think..."
"Please?" her bottom lip quivered slightly.
Brittany nudged her. "Okay, but make it quick and I know you Brittany S. Lo-uh... Pierce. Keep your hands to yourself, no funny business."
"You're such a tease."
"I'm not the-" She was silenced as the younger version of her wife engulfed her in a sincere bone crushing bear hug.
"Love you."
Santana blinked, her vision suddenly getting slightly blurry and she cleared her throat and returned the hug. "Love you too, B, always."
"Oh gross, you promised this wouldn't be gross, Britt." Sugar interrupted the hug as she watched teenage Santana and her mom say goodbye with embarrassment. "I cant take you guys anywhere without you doing this, c'mon lets go!"
"And on that note, we are going," Santana grabbed a hold of her wife who had her tongue down teenage Santana's throat who was eagerly reciprocating the kiss.
"Sugar get in the car. We have to get back before your brother wrecks the place."
Cheerio skirts swished as their owners heads snapped to attention at the word so fast Santana later swore it gave her whiplash. "Brother?"
They watched with slightly stunned bemusement as the family walked away towards the parking lot looking back and waving as they did so.
Later that evening Santana and Brittany were walking home from a romantic meal at Breadstix after Santana had rather oddly insisted they had go and see if it was still there. They meandered along the sidewalk, hand in hand, discussing the days extremely odd events when they heard a shout.
"Is that?"
Adult Santana was running towards them.
"What are you doing here?" Brittany asked worriedly "Didn't it work?"
"It worked." Santana gasped for breath. "I'm back, I'm back from the future. To save Breadstix."
Sooo I might, for once, sit down and try and plan this out for the first time ever. I've never done that before because I literally make this up as it comes out of my typing fingers. I have no clue yet what's going to happen.
Thanks for reviewing and I hope you've liked the story so far. Any ideas for how they're going to save Breadstix?
Massive shout out to the 'Back to the Future' film, which is pure brilliance.