Author's Note: Okay I'm really, really, undeniably sorry for this delayed update. I've been super busy, life as a college student you know. But watching the Glee Super Bowl episode (best episode of season 2 in my opinion) got me a little inspired. This isn't the best update, but it's something, which is better than nothing. I'm gonna put some of the Super Bowl episode's plot into this story, but it won't happen for at least another chapter. Anyways I apologize again. ENJOY : )

Chapter Eight

Brittany's POV

Sunlight shines through the car windows. I'm in a deep sleep when I feel a pair of lips on my neck. At first, I can't remember where I am until a flood of memories hits me. I can feel a smile appear on my lips as the lips on my neck lightly travel up to my ear.

"Get up baby," a voice whispers into my ear.

I groan in response. The voice chuckles and I feel Santana lightly bite my ear. Her right hand starts to move up and down my side. It's turning me on a little.

"You're trying to kill me," I say.

"I'm just trying to make up for lost time," she says innocently.

"I have no energy."

"Oh don't lie. I know for a fact that you can be nearly dead and still have more energy than anyone I know."

"Let's get food. I'm starving," I say.

Her assaults on my neck have continued, but she places a chaste kiss on my lips and says, "Okay. I can agree to that. As much as it pains me to say this, let's get dressed and get breakfast."

We get dressed in our outfits from the previous night and head to Denny's. As Santana drives us, she holds my hand the entire way lazily drawing circles on the back of my hand with her thumb. When we walk up to the restaurant I go for her hand, but she keeps it out of reach. I can't help, but think here we go again. We're quickly seated in a booth and order our food.

"Ok we should probably talk about this," Santana says breaking the awkward silence that had settled in when they sat down.

"You know those aren't the best words to start a conversation. Not the worst, but not the best either," I state because it's true.

She laughs a little and smiles. "Yeah sorry about that. You know I love you and I'm more than happy to be your girlfriend, but I don't want to come out to the entire school yet."

"Okay, but like I said last night I won't go through what I went through."

"I know that babe and I'm never going to do that to you. I will not see anyone else, but you. I just want to tell people on my own time because I'm terrified of my parents' reaction," Santana says and I can understand that. Her parents are hard to read about certain things so I honestly don't know how they would handle our relationship.

"Can we tell the glee club?" I shyly ask. I mean glee is the most accepting place of all and I trust they won't tell people because they love me and Santana will threaten the shit out of them.

Santana thinks over the question for a minute before answering. "Okay we can tell them plus I'll threaten their asses if they tell anyone." See I so know my girl.

I smile happily. "One more question, well it's not really a question as much as it's a statement. I'm telling my mom."

"What? Come on B no parents," Santana whines.

"Actually she already knows about us," I say.

Santana's jaw drops. "What?"

"I didn't tell her she guessed, but she doesn't know that we are officially, but still secretively together. My mom doesn't care. She just wants me to be happy and she knows that I love you and that makes me happy."

"You make me happy too," Santana says and smiles.

Then suddenly I get a brilliant idea. "Santana, come have dinner with me and my mom Wednesday night?"

Santana is hesitant. "I don't know B."

"Why not? It's not like my mom doesn't know you or something. You're like family," I say trying to convince my girlfriend to have dinner. My girlfriend I could really get use to that. It's just so right, you know?

"Yeah, but before I was just the friend. Now I'm the girlfriend. It's like a parent's job to automatically put me on the chopping block," Santana says and I can't help, but laugh.

"You know you're really cute when you're scared."

"What? I am so not scared. Santana Lopez doesn't get scared," she says.

I give her that 'look whom you're trying to fool' looks and she sighs. "Okay maybe I'm a little scared. I mean I'm meeting my girlfriend's mom."

When she says 'my girlfriend' both our faces light up with smiles. Hearing those words from her mouth is fantastic. "Okay I'll come to dinner." She agrees and I do my inner happy dance. We eat our breakfast and talk just like we always do. When we're finished she drives me home. Before I get out of the car, she grabs my wrist and pulls me into a kiss. At first it's sweet, but soon it begins heating up. I have to pull away, unfortunately, from lack of air. I press my forehead against hers and take all her in.

"I don't want you to go yet," Santana says. This is a little new because Santana isn't really the needy type, but this is the 'I want you' needy not the 'I'm being needy and difficulty.'

"I know I don't want to go, but I have to." I say with regret. "But I'll see you Monday."

"Why not tomorrow?" Santana asks.

"I promised mom I would help clean the house. We're going through some old stuff trying to see what we're getting rid of," I say.

"Oh ok well that's a legit excuse then," Santana says.

I laugh. "How about I pick you up Monday morning before practice?"

"I guess that's okay," Santana says trying to act disappointed, but I know she's kidding.

She pulls me in for one last passionate kiss before allowing me to go. My mom isn't home when I walk inside so I decide to take a shower and afterwards a much needed nap. After a good three hours of sleep I wake up and go downstairs to find my mom cooking dinner in the kitchen. I sit on one of the bar stools and we talk. I tell her what happened between Santana and I at the party and afterwards, obviously leaving out some major details. I mean she's my mom I can't really tell her about my sex life, that's just awkward. After telling my mom what Santana had said she seems really happy that Santana's changed and willing. She also said she would love for Santana to come over for dinner.

Later that night I text Santana and we talk for a couple of hours before I feel like I'm going to pass out. Sunday is uneventful besides the few, and when I say few I mean many, sweet text messages from Santana. Mom and I managed to get the whole house really clean. It really needed it. Finally, Monday morning arrives and I'm gonna say when my alarm goes off I jump out of bed with joy. I get ready and drive to Santana's house. Outside I patiently wait for Santana. When she leaves her house she doesn't look thrilled, but then again she's not a morning person.

"Good morning, baby," I say when she gets into the car.

"It's morning and too fucking early," she says. Okay clearly not in the best of moods this morning. I begin driving towards the school.

"Pull over here," Santana says.

"What we're going to be late," I say.

"No we're not. It'll just take a second." I pull the car over and put it in park. Once I do Santana's lips our on mine. First, I'm a little surprised, but quickly kiss back.

"Good morning beautiful," she says when she pulls away.

"Now that's a better greeting," I say and begin driving again.

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