A/N: I'm a prude… can you tell? And yes there is a bunch of Brittany, Santana stuff going on. With some plot expansion on TG's life here or next chapter and summer vacation. Sorry for the long delay, I couldn't find Josie's voice at all and eventually I just said "I give up" and wrote the stupid thing anyway. I also got distracted by Bored Now - which yes if you read it is a slight reference to BTVS but just because the sweet innocent one isn't actually sweet and innocent at all...

Additionally, thank you wk for all your reviews, I don't know how you keep suffering through reading this thing. And to all you new people who add me to your alert and favorites lists. Thanks to you as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, this is a good thing now that I seriously think about it, otherwise it would be serious and have plot people would hate.

Chapter 28 Summer Plans – Brittany and Santana

(Two weeks later – Saturday Morning)

Brittany gently traced the outline of Angel's upper body with her hands. She had done it so often the past few weeks that she could almost picture what the other girl looked like. It had become a routine shortly after Angel's first visit. Brittany would leave the window unlocked and for most of the week the other girl would come in sometime during the night and join her in bed. Angel probably wouldn't have continued to come after the first night but Brittany, perhaps out of the selfish need everyone gets, asked her to come back the following night as well. And asked the same thing next night and the night after that, eventually she didn't need to keep asking. There were some nights, every few days or so, her friend would be unable to make it because of work. Those nights, Brittany slept restlessly, not quite awake but not quite asleep. Even though she could practically feel the stress she could feel running through Angel's body before the girl went to sleep, it was nothing compared to the empty cold area of her bed she had gotten so used to Angel occupying. Brittany wondered what Angel would say if she knew that Brittany was considering getting surgery to return her sight and go back to school. She had discussed it with her father who, if considering the sound of his voice and the way he shifted his weight, seemed quite happy about the idea.

Angel stirred, turning over, cutting through Brittany's thoughts. Brittany could feel the heat on her chest as the girl exhaled. Brittany knew that she loved the other girl; she'd confessed that much over Christmas. Angel had wanted to take it slow, right? Actually, Brittany wasn't sure what their relationship was. It apparently, included holding hands and sleeping in the same bed, with the occasional lap sitting or dinner out, but that was about it. Were they just friends? Did friends do this kind of thing? She wasn't sure. Brittany hoped not because, and perhaps she was being selfish, she wanted more.

And while Brittany's self-control rivaled that of a great levy holding a sea at bay, she couldn't always hold back. Even a levy even that cracks once in a while and have to be repaired. Carefully, so as not to wake the other girl, Brittany lightly kissed Angel on the lips. The lightness could be compared to that of a small feather or the weight of a single grain of salt, but that didn't matter. Brittany smiled, it was the small secret smile that someone does when no one is looking. Before sighing contentedly, and going to sleep. She'd take what she could get away with and for now that would have to be enough. A thought occurred to her as her eyes closed for her return to sleep, should she have been clearer with what she wanted?

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Santana's first sight when she woke was the sight of perfectly kissable lips taking up the entirety of her visual space. She closed her eyes trying to erase the image so she didn't do anything either of them might regret later. It worked just enough, so when she opened them again there was no overwhelming urge to do something stupid instead she was met with something, one could argue, much worse. Santana had been so busy concentrating that she had failed to feel Brittany move, which put Santana's face directly between her breasts. There was a moment when only a single person breathing could be heard in the room. Years later, her cheeks tinted red, Santana would admit that it was actually a very pleasant experience. But in the present, she was panicking. Outwardly, she forced herself to be calm, a bit stiff but calm otherwise. Inside, it was chaos.

Her heart was beating erratically, she wasn't even sure if she was still breathing. Her muscles alternated between tensed and relaxed as she fought to stay calm. It didn't help that she could practically feel the blood pounding in her ears. Or that heat was engulfing her face and spreading to her other limbs. It didn't help that her thoughts were a panicked mess. All her thoughts and senses were going on overload and, if Santana had been able to properly think she would have realized that, she couldn't handle it for another minute without doing something drastic. Then, as though Brittany knew exactly what was going on, she re-adjusted herself and rolled over. And although she was snuggling into Santana, it was at least something that the Latina was able to handle. She could feel her body calm down, even though her mind still whirled with thoughts. It took a few minutes but after regaining some form of control over her thoughts she realized that she really needed a shower. Perhaps a freezing one. Badly. With Brittany's back to her, Santana took the opportunity to slip out of the bed as carefully as possible and quietly made her way to the bathroom.

It only took her a matter of minutes to strip and get into the shower, Brittany's dad would be home soon if the rising sun was anything to go by, which was when she tried to disappear from the house. She wasn't sure how long he would put up with her sharing a bed with Brittany. No matter how understanding Brittany's dad seemed to be, Santana wasn't exactly trusting of male authority figures, something else to thank Puck's father for. Although, and she had been putting this off for the last week, she did have to ask him if Brittany could accompany her up north to Michigan for a week during the summer. TG had asked her to because the Asian hadn't wanted to spend the entire time driving up there by herself, and had, in not so subtle ways that she should bring Brittany along. Santana had been raking her mind on how to present this to Brittany's dad. But at this moment, Santana couldn't bring herself to care as she let the water rush over her. For a moment, she felt her problems disappear and just relished the feeling. But all too soon her thoughts returned. Perhaps she could have reacted better to waking up with such close contact to certain areas of Brittany, but then lately she could have handled a lot of things better. She was thinking too much, time to get out of the shower… or not.

Santana quickly backtracked back behind the shower curtain, certain she was blushing. Brittany at some point, when Santana had been distracted, had gotten up and had begun to get ready for the day. For all the sights Santana had been prepared to see that day, seeing Brittany partially naked from the shower was not one of them.

She waited a couple minutes and then peeked out again, she promptly reclosed the curtain. Brittany was still there. Seriously how long does it take someone to brush their teeth? Her options were to wait or get out of the shower and pretend nothing had happened or was currently happening, which considering her last two attempts to remove herself from the shower had failed, the latter was not possible. It appeared that she would be stuck in the shower until Brittany left the room. Minutes ticked by and she heard Brittany finally leave the bathroom. Getting out, she prepared herself for the day.

As she dressed Santana tried to plan how exactly she was going to get Brittany's father to let them take Brittany to Michigan. TG had asked her to accompany her annual trip as a favour, probably not wanting to be alone the entire ride up, and she had agreed to do it, on the condition Brittany could come. Although, now that Santana thought about it, she didn't exactly like the glint in the Asian's eyes when she had agreed or the silence that she had been met with the next day when she had asked a favour of her own. Still, she had to yet to present the idea to Brittany and worse yet still, Brittany's father. He had been lax about the amount of time his daughter was spending with her but even then he'd been no more than an hour or two away. Santana wasn't sure how he would feel about six hours and in a place that would probably have little to no phone signal. She knew Laura was going to be sick with worry about TG being so far away. They weren't even related and TG was a perfectly healthy person. So how was she going to convince Brittany's father that it would be fine?

"So… can I go to the bathroom or are you going to stand staring at the mirror?" The voice knocked Santana out of her thoughts and when she looked over her eyes widened in surprise.

There stood Brittany's younger sister, age twelve, not looking quite awake and possibly glaring at her. Which Santana wasn't quite sure if Josie was because it was easy to see the girl was having problems focusing at a given point.

"Big words bad. Make simple. Me," Josie motioned to herself then at the toilet just a few feet away. "Bathroom. You, door. Me, splash water on self. Me, wake. Me, go surprise sister. So, you door." With that Josie guided Santana out of the bathroom and into Brittany's deserted room before closing the door with a short "thank you". Santana stood there for a few moments to process what just happened. She was just manhandled out of the bathroom by a twelve year old and she had just officially met Brittany's sister.

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They didn't talk about family. Santana was at best vague about hers because there was no guarantee that social services cause an intervention if people knew. But it wasn't that Brittany didn't talk about her sister, it was just that particular line of conversation always seemed to inevitably lead back to her mom and Santana had gotten quite good at changing the topic. If Brittany noticed she had made no comment. Her stomach growled and Santana made her way downstairs only pausing to glance to check the living room before continuing to the basement. The blonde was no doubt there and Santana was on her way to ask Brittany what she wanted this morning. It wasn't a new thing, cooking that is, but after so many years alone it was nice change having someone to share it with.

She opened the door at the bottom the stairs of the basement floor. This part of the house never ceased to amaze her. Honestly, Brittany's father must have bought the house with the biggest basement and the only house that had hardwood floor in the basement that could be found in town. It was obvious that he had bought it with both his daughters in mind. The basement didn't have mirrors like a dance studio would, not that Brittany needed them even if she wasn't blind, but it was spacious enough that it could have qualified as a very nice one. In the morning, more often than not, she would find Brittany down here dancing to music. The other side was under partial construction and would contain a small kitchen complete with an island. Now that she had seen Brittany's sister properly, it was hard to imagine Josie enjoying cooking and baking. Josie had inherited her father's broad shoulders and darker hair colour. She could, however, imagine Josie dicing carrots or her chosen vegetable with extreme precision and a focused but not exactly happy look on her face. Santana shook her head, she shouldn't be thinking badly of someone it was plain to see Brittany loved and cared for dearly and she barely knew.

"Brittany," Santana called over the music causing the dancer to twist around mid air toward her and land gracefully on her feet. "What do you want to eat?"

Brittany grinned and called back, "Surprise me!"

Santana turned and went back upstairs to the main floor. The kitchen was already occupied by two people busy at work making breakfast. The male looked up and smiled at her, not at all surprised to see her there. It was no wonder where Brittany got her good nature from.

"Hey Angel," he greeted. "Set the table will you?" Santana nodded and went about preparing the table. Whatever they were up to smelled good and if Santana hadn't been hungry before, she would have been by now. Santana knew she was a decent cook, well decent enough for a girl who lived on her own, but the smells from the kitchen could have been from a restaurant. Just as Santana finished setting the table Brittany entered the room. She watched as Brittany's face broke out from a content look into a huge grin.

"Josie!" That single word contained more happiness within it then Santana had ever witnessed coming from the blonde's lips.

A blur came out of the kitchen a moment later, engulfing Brittany in a hug that barely reached the other girl's chest. A small crash came from the kitchen and the smaller girl ran back inside without saying a word. Brittany took Santana by the arm and led her to the usual seats, the smile still endearingly plastered to her face. It was infectious and Santana could feel her own lips tugging up a bit. She felt a bit envious, Brittany asked no questions about how or why her sister was here. But she couldn't dwell or begrudge the blonde for having a strong bond with her sister.

It was only a couple minutes until the two occupants of the kitchen joined them. As they came to sit at the table, they brought in the breakfast that they had been preparing. The smells that came from the platters only made Santana hungry and as soon as everyone was served, she dug in. Glancing around she wasn't the only one who was enjoying the meal because nobody said a word until they had finished their plates and had dished up seconds. Brittany and her sister talked catching up on what was going on in each others lives, Santana caught herself drifting in the atmosphere of a family before focusing on what she was going to ask.

"Hey Angel," Josie said, "you got something to say or are you just going to sit there and space out?"

"Uh… yes?" Santana wanted to smack herself, that response highlighted the importance of highschool. Seriously, she didn't sound stupid at all. "Sorry." Brittany squeezed her hand encouragingly. "I mean…I wanted…" Her mouth went drier of that was possible. God did she sound this stupid all the time? "Can I bring Brittany on a trip with me and my friend? It'd be for a two or three weeks, and I promise I'll take care of her." Wow, go you, you got that in the bag. He can't turn you down now.

"No." It was a blunt and straight forward response that left Brittany's father's mouth.

"But dad," Brittany started.

"I said no." It didn't look like he was going to budge from that answer.

"Just hear me out," Santana said.

"No."

"Dad."

"Brittany, I said my answer was no. I'm not about to let you go on a trip to who knows where with who knows what kind of friend, with a person you met less than a year ago. Isn't it enough I allow you to go out with her whenever possible?" Okay, Santana had to concede, he did have a point but she wasn't about to take a no lying down. As she opened her mouth she was interrupted by Josie getting his attention by tugging on his sleeve.

"Maybe, you could reconsider." Now, that was unexpected. The last thing Santana had thought was that Josie would be willing to jump in on her behalf. So far all she had gotten from the young girl was a mixture of condescending looks and hostile phases in her direction. "You could at least get more details before you jump to no, my sister is nearly eighteen and you have to learn to trust her choices if it turns out she wants to go." Santana watched with a good deal of amusement as she watched Brittany's father open his mouth and was cut off again by his youngest. "And you did say that Brittany has to start being more independent because it's part of growing up."

"But that was before she couldn't see."

"You're making excuses again. She's not a little girl anymore, dad. She's growing up, making choices, and you have to learn to respect them."

Santana leaned over to Brittany and whispered, "You're sister is scary smart."

"I know," Brittany whispered back with a smirk. "She'll get him to come around."

"I know, he's losing," Santana answered back glancing over at the determined pre-teen and her father.

"You get used to it."

"Fine." Their little whispering session was interrupted by Brittany's father throwing his hands up in the air. "I'll hear it out and Brittany can make a decision, but what I say is final ok. I'll be in the living room." He got up. "I'm not retreating, see," he pointed at himself, "not retreating." Sometimes Santana wondered how he could be a doctor because he reminded her of Puck in some ways. Puck as a doctor, that thought process was stopping right there.

"Brittany, why don't you join dad? Your friend and I can clear off the dishes." Josie said as she got up.

"Ok, I'll meet you there. I'll soften him up." Brittany turned to Santana before leaving the room and added teasingly, "You could have told me."

"I wanted it to be a surprise."

"I know," Brittany grinned. "It was." And she left.

Santana turned to Josie, "Thank you."

Josie rolled her eyes, "Don't thank me; I just want Brittany to be happy. I don't know you, I don't trust you, I don't even like you. But it's been ages since I've seen her properly smile like she does when she's with you. Take your time, make your pitch. Make this count, and don't fuck it up." Josie left Santana there slightly gaping. She had known that siblings can be vastly different but this was bordering on ridiculous. Right, no time to think about that. Just don't screw up. She took out the cell phone TG had given her and sent a text asking about the trip plans explaining why she needed them. Hopefully, the Asian was awake, oh who was she kidding, that girl didn't seem to sleep anywhere except on special occasions or in class. By the time she and Josie were finished with the dishes, the general plans were on her phone. A second text was sent shortly afterwards suggesting that she should explain the trip as helping out a friend, who "on doctor's orders, had to go relax." Her phone beeped again, the message said "Break a leg."

Well here goes nothing.

A/N: Did anyone else read this and think Brittany was doing certain things on purpose? Next chapter will focus on the other character for the most part... I think...