A/N: I hope you like this chapter as much as the last, it's a small plot development, some fluff, and some filler, so hopefully you're not disappointed after the big sex scene last time!

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After almost half an hour, I heard Santana pull the car back in the driveway. A minute or two later she opened the door and I heard a *thud* as she dropped what I assumed was our food.

"Britt, what did I tell you about the clothes? Why are they on?"

I could feel her brown eyes piercing into my back as I sat at the computer still, back to her. I knew she had an evil grin on her face.

"Heather got dropped off, San. I really didn't want my sister to walk in on me stark naked. I'm sorry, baby."

"Ugh, bitch…" I heard Santana mumble, barely audible.

"Ummm, excuse me? What did you just call me?" I whipped around the in the chair, staring at her incredulously.

"Oh, no! No! I wasn't talking about you! I meant Heather; I swear, I would never call you that…"

She had rushed over to me and placed one hand on my thigh and another on my shoulder, looking into my eyes.

"Oh, right. Heather. My bad," I smiled and pulled her down to me in the chair by the back of her neck, "I still don't think it's appropriate to call an eight year-old a bitch, but since you're already over here, you can make it up to me…"

I kissed her heavily and felt her lower her body onto my lap, one leg on either side of me. Our mouths pulled at each others' and I pushed my tongue through her lips, pressing on hers. The moans escaping from Santana sent vibrations through the kiss and I slowly started to run my hands up the back of her shirt onto her bare skin. Having her straddling me like she was really turning me on, and I began to tug on her shirt, wanting it off right then.

Santana pulled back and placed a finger on my lips. We were both slightly out of breath and I repeatedly tried to kiss her, wanting to taste her mouth again, but she didn't remove her finger and she didn't return the gesture. After a few attempts she giggled simultaneous to me groaning.

"Brittany, you're so cute."

"And you're a tease!"

"Oh come on, we've been in bed all day! I can't believe I'm about to say this, because trust me, seeing you want me this bad is a huge turn on, but there is another primitive urge that is tearing me up right now. I really need to eat. Besides, like you pointed out, your sister's home."

"Who cares about her?"

"Well, you did earlier. And since you denied me the pleasant sight I was hoping for because of her, I'm denying you this, because of her."

God I love this girl.

"And besides, didn't you eat something earlier?" I winked.

"Brittany!"

I smiled and pulled her in closer than before. I only got one hard kiss in before she pulled away again.

"You are unreal Brittany. Absolutely unreal," she was laughing as she stood and walked over to the bag on the floor. I sat in the chair, arms crossed and unmoving. I was very irritated and I made it known. When she turned and saw the stubborn look on my face, she came back over and returned to her position of straddling me, bag in hand. She placed a light kiss on my lips that I didn't return and softly said, "I got subs. Veggie or Turkey?"

"Hmph" was my only reply.

"Oh come on, Britt. Don't do this." Her voice was a bit louder now, and I could hear the concern in her voice. I avoided making eye contact, but was secretly enjoying this game with her. She lowered her head, and I thought she was going to kiss me again, but then her mouth moved to my ear. She placed a few kisses that I could barely feel on the skin of my neck just below the ear before whispering softly.

"Trust me, Britt. There is nothing I would love more than to spend the rest of the day—the rest of my life—with my lips pressed against yours. But we're going somewhere in a bit, and I think I'll die if we start something we don't have time to finish." She looked at me with pleading eyes, internally praying that I would accept this.

"We're going somewhere?" I was confused.

"Yeah. We need to leave in about an hour."

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise!" I couldn't help but smile at how excited she seemed at the thought of surprising me.

"Wait, was that a smile, Ms. Pierce?"

"Yes, yes it was, San. Gimme a sandwich, I don't care which one. But you're not out of the woods yet. You still better make up for this later."

"Oh, trust me. I will!" She wiggled her eyebrows up and down with a seductive look on her face. I couldn't help but laugh. After unwrapping both sandwiches, she gave me half of each and we turned on the TV.

We sat on her couch, eating the food and watching The Disney Channel for a little while, laughing, stealing glances and playfully touching each other.

This is Heaven.

Finally, Santana looked at the clock and jumped up.

"We need to go!"

We grabbed the essentials and left, yelling "Bye!" to Heather on our way out. As we pulled out of the driveway, I tried to ask her where we were going again, but she simply smiled and shook her head. About ten minutes later, we pulled into a drive, and I looked at the sign, laughing.

"Are you serious? I never pictured you to be much of a putt-putter, Santana, but I love mini-golf!"

"Yeah, I know. I've actually never been, I have no idea what to do, but Mike said you used two go all the time after dance classes."

"When did he tell you that?"

"Earlier today. He called my cell while I was getting the food. Apparently, he tried calling you, but you didn't answer. We're meeting Mike, Tina, Puck, Quinn, Sam, and Mercedes. They wanted us to join, and I figured it might be a good chance to let them all know about us, if you're comfortable with that."

"Oh," was all I could squeak out, as I suddenly had knots all in my stomach. I was totally comfortable with us being us, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for everyone to know. But I didn't want to disappoint Santana, either.

"They're actually probably already here. We're a few minutes late, thanks to someone's temper tantrum earlier."

"HEY!" I yelled and playfully slapped her forearm. She seemed oblivious to my concern, so I tried to get over it and play along.

"Ouch! Brittany, that hurt!"

"Well that's what you get. And, you better watch it missy. Another comment like that—insulting me for wanting you, and you'll be the one being cut off."

"So we've turned to idle threats now, huh Brittany?"

"Oh, there's nothing idle about that threat. Try me." I tried my best to look convincing, and I'm pretty sure she saw right through me, but she humored me and just nodded with a serious, stern look on her face and got out of the car. As we walked to the front door of the clubhouse where the arcade, food court and counter to buy balls and clubs were, I saw Mike's car.

"Wait a minute, San." I grabbed her hand and stopped her, turning her to face me. It suddenly hit me how odd it was that my Mike would invite Santana and I to something with only other couples like this.

"What else did you and Mike talk about earlier? You and Mike aren't exactly friends."

She must have been able to read the worry on my face. She smiled, reassuringly, but looked embarrassed. She pulled me into a hug.

"They know, Brittany." She spoke softly and then looked into my eyes again. I paused.

"About us?"

"Yes. He called looking for you. I think he wanted to ask about the choreography for one of our numbers in glee club, but I told him I would have you call him later. When he said he was going on a triple date and wouldn't be available, I asked if we could make it a 'quad-date,' or whatever. I'm sorry, I didn't think about whether you'd want people to know or not. But these are our friends, and you know they're totally cool with it. But I'm so sorry if you're not ready for this. Once I told Mike, he insisted that we come, and assured me that he'd let the others know so there wouldn't have to be some sort of awkward explanation for why we're here."

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

"Cause I thought it would be a good surprise. What's wrong, babe? Aren't you happy about this? Your whole family is okay with us, our friends are. I just want to be with you, all the time."

"Yeah, I guess. It's just weird."

"What do you mean by weird?" She looked offended and I reassuringly squeezed her hand.

"Nothing about you. I already knew you were weird." That statement elicited a smile from her. "I don't know, I don't how to word it. It's just new, San."

"Well, do you want to ditch?"

"Of course not! Now, let's go. I'm going to get a kick out of seeing you try this for the first time." I kissed her quickly on the lips and we walked into the lobby.

I instantly saw Tina and Mercedes standing by the air hockey table, looking incredibly bored as their boyfriends played each other. We started walking over to them and suddenly I stopped again.

"Santana…"

"Yeah, what's up, babe?" She turned and faced me, looking concerned, she took my hands in hers.

"Please don't be offended by this, but I'm really nervous."

She gave my hands a squeeze again and spoke gently, "It's okay, Brittany. I know. This is all still so new to you. You do what you need, and what you want. But I want to do this together." I smiled weakly and she let go of my hands, turning back towards our friends. As we got close, I reached over and interlocked our fingers, holding onto her tightly. There was one thing I knew that would make all the awkwardness and uncomfortable feelings go away: Santana.

Quinn was the first one to see us as we approached.

"Brittany! Yay, you're here!" She threw her arms around me and gave me a huge hug. I returned it with one arm, not wanting to break my hold on Santana's hand. As she pulled away, she glanced down quickly at our hands and smiled wide. She immediately leaned back in for a lighter hug and whispered in my ear.

"I think it's great."

That was all that needed to be said, as all my butterflies disappeared. I looked at Santana, who hadn't heard what she said. She looked worried for me, so I smiled wide and pulled her body closer to mine, looking back at Chelsea.

"Yeah, Quinn, I do too. Thanks." She laughed and stepped out of the way of the others who were approaching.

"Puckerman," Santana said, slightly sarcastically.

"Lopez." He gave the two of us a ridiculously disgusting look, and I can only imagine what was going through his head, seeing us standing there, holding hands.

Santana cocked her head to one side. "Knock it off, Puck. We are not here for your entertainment."

Quinn, who hadn't noticed his leering, snapped her head to the side and gave him a healthy slap to the chest, mumbling what I assume was a threat under her breath.

"Yes! Victorious again! Take that, bro!" We were interrupted by Sam, triumphantly taunting Mike over their game. He did a ridiculous looking victory dance and Mercedes shook her head at him and turned back to Santana.

"Well that's not embarrassing or anything." Mercedes stated, dryly. We all laughed heartily, and Sam called over, asking what the laughter was about.

"Nothing, dear. Girl stuff." Mercedes giggled and gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek.

Mike came around from his end of the table and gave me a big hug, which I returned with both arms this time, breaking Santana and I's grip for the first time since we walked in.

"It's good to see you Brittany. I'm really, really happy for you." He whispered it in my ear, but it was loud enough for Santana to hear. I could see Mercedes, Tina, Sam, and Puck all giving her hugs while Mike and I spoke.

"Thanks, Mike. I'm happy, too. I'm well taken care of." I blushed slightly, and noticed that Santana overheard me and was blushing along with me. She took my hand in hers again, which didn't go unnoticed by Mike, who grinned wildly. He turned towards Tina and stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist.

"Hey Mike," Santana said.

"Hey San. Don't make me kick your ass, okay?" Santana chuckled deeply and squeezed my hand ever tighter.

"You have nothing to worry about, Chang." She glanced over at me and winked.

The way she said it so confidently, I couldn't help but believe her.