6.

"I'm back, I'm back from the future. To save Breadstix!"

Teenage Brittany squealed and threw herself onto Santana wrapping her legs around the older woman's waist in excitement. Santana quickly tried to disentangle them while her younger self smirked at her from over Brittany's shoulder seemingly not bothered by the fact her girlfriend was draped around another woman. Once they were more or less separated, although Brittany still had her arm around Santana's waist, Santana actually looked delighted to see her eighteen year old self and the two high fived.

"I like this you," Santana grinned taking in the relaxed and happy vibes she was getting off the girl. "Did you get laid?"

"It's the 'stix," Teen Santana laughed. "They increase my hormones to super happy levels. And, I'm planning on it."

Santana laughed with glee. "This is going to be a piece of cake. With our brains and beauty, we cant fail to save the holy 'stix."

Brittany sighed almost inaudibly then tried her hardest not to look unimpressed but her nose twitched and they both witnessed it.

"What's up, B?," Adult Santana asked, still with Brittany's arm around her.

"Nothing."

"C'mon, B. It's Breadstix," younger Santana said earnestly, guessing the reason for Brittany's lack of enthusiasm.

"I know but it's just a..." She wisely decided not to finish that sentence.

"Just what? Look, I love Breadstix just as much as you love Lord Tubbington so I'm going to save it with..." She faltered. "Ssss... ssss... San..." She shivered. "I cant say it, its too weird to call you that. So, you know, her." She waved her hand in Santana's direction but then quickly becoming distracted by looking over her other self's shoulder at the people approaching them.

"Oh my god! This is all making even more sense, you being here. You actually got your wife's permission didn't you? You don't even need to answer that," she giggled.

"Shut up," Santana hissed, hushing her before future Brittany and Sugar reached them, they had managed to stroll along a little more sedately than Santana's frantic sprint.

Sugar grabbed both teenagers and squeezed so hard teenage Santana was sure she could feel her spine cracking.

"I missed you. You're so cute when you're this age."

"Hey!" Santana looked offended.

"Love you too, Mom."

The Brittanys did a weird secret handshake thing ending in them hugging and elder Brittany gave younger Santana a flirty wink resulting in her flushing bright red and temporarily losing the ability to speak.

"You're dressed differently," younger Brittany pointed out. "But its only been like 5 hours since we saw you."

"We've been away for two weeks. Sugar wanted to come back to compete in Regional's with you guys," Brittany explained with a proud glance at her daughter.

"You'll fail without me," Sugar nodded seriously. "I couldn't leave you high and dry."

Present Brittany squeaked with excitement and hugged Sugar again. "So cool. It's so much more fun with you there."

Sugar's happy smile could be seen from space she was so thrilled at Brittany's eagerness to have her there. Teenage Santana gave a nervous glance to her elder counterpart who simply raised an eyebrow daringly as her girlfriend nudged her. "San?"

Younger Santana looked away to Sugar's expectant face. "Uh...I cant wait!" She ventured with a smile at her future daughter. Sugar jumped up and down excitedly.

"It's gonna be sooo good. I cant wait to save Regional's."

"And Breadstix," Santana said quietly.

Brittany side eyed her and made her look away guiltily until her eye caught present Santana's, making sure she got the message. Her younger self nodded almost imperceptibly.

"And we can mess with the glee clubs heads!" Brittany grinned. "That could be a lot of fun. We could reduce Rachel to a quivering wreck of mind melting mush. I wonder what Quinn would do."

"Where are you staying while you're here? Oh," teenage Brittany waved her arms around in excitement and then eyed Santana hungrily. "You can stay with me!"

Santana cleared her throat and with a wary eye on younger Brittany, explained. "I'm in charge of the money this time." Santana cast a glare at Sugar who didn't appear even the slightest bit fazed she had blown ten thousand dollars the last time she was there. "And we're staying in a five star hotel."

Teenage Brittany looked disappointed. "There aren't any five star hotels in Lima," she pointed out.

Santana snorted. "There's no way we're staying in this town if we don't have to. There's a hotel a couple towns over closer to civilisation."

"You could stay at Santana's," President Pierce perked up with a flash of genius. Everyone looked at her First Lady who was gazing slightly open mouthed at hot older Brittany. She coughed as she realised she'd been caught staring. Again. She cleared her throat.

"Hmm, what?"

"Her parents are at a conference for the week and she's staying with me so the house is empty," younger Brittany explained excitedly.

"Britt, you cant just give away my house."

"Why not? Su casa, mi casa."

"It's my house too," Santana pointed out only to be met with a familiar glare.

"No!"

Santana shrugged, there was a five star presidential suite with her name on it so she really didn't give a flying fuck. Plus she expected that the further she slept away from teenage Brittany the better it would be for her blood pressure.

As they all began to slowly make the walk back to the Breadstix parking lot once again, teenage Santana whispered in Britt's ear.

"Are you crazy? We have a whole house to ourselves, that almost never happens."

"Oh," Brittany giggled. "So? They could still join us and we'd still have the house to ourselves. How crazy is that?"

"No!"

"But."

"No!"

Her girlfriend went off in a mini huff to walk with Sugar and Brittany, hooking her arm through Sugar's and leaving the Santanas to walk behind.

"Sugar, where did you stay the last time you were here? And who was that guy you got to be your dad?"

"Oh, that was Patches. He cleans up real nice, right? I got him to rent me an executive condo by the golf club over by the lake." She grinned and twirled herself and teenage Brittany around in the road. "Oh my god, I'm so excited. I was worried I'd miss rehearsal before competition and I have a date tomorrow with Rory."

Sugar, flanked either side by a Brittany stopped after a few more steps as they noticed the lack of Santana with them. They turned around to see both of them staring aghast at Sugar.

"What did you just say?" Santana asked in a hushed, hoarse whisper.

"I didn't want to miss rehearsal?" Sugar smiled with hopeless naivety.

"No, after that."

"Um..." Sugar looked at her mom in hope of some kind of rescue. Brittany rubbed her shoulder in sympathy, they both knew what was coming.

"Yeah, no," Santana spluttered.

"No, what?" younger Brittany asked puzzled.

"No!" Santana rounded on her younger self who was looking kind of sickly at the thought that Sugar, who turned out to be her own flesh and blood, was going on a date with one of the many candidates to be her arch nemesis. "I cant believe you let that river dance twinkle faced shamrock sucking green livered-"

"How is this my fault?" Teenage Santana gasped indignantly. "I didn't even know!"

"You should have known!"

"Don't blame this on me, just thank god it wasn't Artie."

The temperature appeared to hit absolute zero in an instant. Santana's glare could have turned anyone other than the four people assembled in the road with her to stone in a heartbeat. Brittany put her hand to her forehead in in preparation for the headache they were about to receive. Teenage Brittany winced and chewed on her lip. Younger Santana looked as though she was about to dry heave.

"Oh god, I've just made myself feel ill."

Santana span on her heel to stand in front of Sugar. "You're not going."

"Mo-om," Sugar whined. "That's not fair!"

"No. It's weird and creepy and he's a smelly boy, you can do better than that." Sugar's bottom lip began to tremble while Brittany glared daggers at her wife. "He's 23 years older than you!"

"He's 17!" Sugar spluttered.

"How about," Brittany rubbed her palm soothingly over Sugars back. "Sugar can go on her date without any further negative comments from you... or you," she looked at younger Santana. Santana opened her mouth to protest but Brittany continued.

"Then, if you keep your side of the bargain, us three flawless Lopez ladies-," she indicated herself, Sugar and younger Brittany who grinned at being included as a Lopez lady, she thought it had a nice ring to it. "-will help you save your precious Breadstix."

The Santanas exchanged a conspiratorial glance.

"Before we agree to anything," Santana puffed out her chest then crossed her arms in preparation for negotiations. "If the lanky green alien so much as touches you, or even breathes within a ten metre radius of you I will, in any capacity being 18 or 29,"

Brittany rolled her eyes whereas everyone else looked puzzled at how Santana had reached the conclusion she was 29.

"-rip his arms off-"

"Santana, just agree because I'm beginning to think you seem a bit more preoccupied with stale Breadstix than supporting your daughter."

"What even? That's not... I'm just saying that there are better choices of date material than that insipid..." She sort of faded off that line of thought as Brittany just looked at her. "Britt," Santana gave a hollow, daring chuckle. "I cant believe you're considering pimping your daughter out to save Breadstix."

At the look on Brittany's face Santana gulped and hurriedly agreed. "Deal. Deal, we have a deal. And of course I fully support Sugar and her interesting life choices," she muttered away to herself, "It was your suggestion, I don't see why I get blamed." She was cut off as Sugar glomped her in a big hug.

"Thank you, Mami. I'll help you save Breadstix any time. You only had to ask."

"Make sure you borrow a smart phone with Irish voice recognition software or you wont be able to understand a word he burbles."

"I don't understand what he says anyway, I just like his crinkly eyes."

Both Santanas shared identical looks of repulsion like they'd caught a whiff of something bad.

"What is the plan to save Breadstix?" Sugar asked out of interest.

"The plan is..." Everyone else exchanged knowing glances much to Santana's annoyance. "The plan is brilliant and you'd best all not screw it up."

"Okay, but what is it? Are you going to buy it? Then we can rename it the Sugar Shack!"

"Well, not exactly," Santana stalled. "We're going to... uh... stop … stop..." A light went off behind her eyes and she smiled with a hint of wickedness. "Stop the squealer who reported seeing a mouse in the hallowed restaurant of perfection in the first place."

"Who was it?"

Santana's eyes narrowed her brow furrowed with intent and she clenched her jaw. Her nostrils flared as she breathed out in a huff of annoyance.

"Rachel, eternal-thorn-in-my-side, Godzilla of everything good in Lima, freakin', Berry."

A/N Its really hard trying to distinguish between the two versions of brittana so I'm sorry if it gets confusing and repetitive. Next chapter, Sugars date, the plan is set in motion and a special appearance from Lord Tubbington. Thanks for reading.