A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and demands for updates. Work is better and I'm back from being literally off the grid for the weekend. Mama Lopez loves you and just wants you to be happy my glitter-filled unicorn readers! Enjoy! Oh and gleeeeeeeek89 - may your tits now be calm.

Santana and Brittany were still in their pajamas, eating cereal and watching Saturday morning cartoons on the couch, when Mrs. Lopez walked over to the front door.

"I'm leaving for my salon appointment," Maribel called.

Santana grunted an acknowledgement.

"Don't forget, today you're…"

"Doing chores, we know," Santana answered.

"And tomorrow, I need you to…"

"Grocery shopping and weekly meal planning," Brittany chimed in.

Maribel sighed and shook her head at herself. "See you in a couple hours girls," Maribel said as she left the house.

Brittany put her empty cereal bowl down on the coffee table and wiped a drop of milk from her chin. She sat back and watched Santana watch cartoons. That got boring after 30 seconds, so Brittany reached over and took Santana's bowl out of her hands and set in on the table next to hers.

"Hey, I wasn't finished," Santana pouted.

Brittany slid her right arm around Santana's shoulders and leaned into to kiss her neck and peppered feather-light kisses along the shell of her ear.

"Your mom is gone," she whispered and pulled Santana's earlobe into her mouth.

Santana twisted into Brittany, pulling her ear from her girlfriend's lips and replaced it with her own mouth.

"Two hours," Santana said between kisses.

Brittany just nodded, turned off the TV, and leaned into Santana more, pushing her onto her back. Brittany ran her hand up Santana's side tickling Santana.

"Britt, that tickles," Santana chuckled.

"Sorry," Brittany said between kisses. "I was trying to be gentle, and not all grabby," she smiled into another kiss and worked her lips down Santana's neck.

Santana arched into Brittany's tongue on her neck. "You can be firm and gentle," Santana replied, sitting up.

Brittany pouted.

"Here. Let me," Santana said, turning them over and sitting up, her knees on either side of Brittany's right leg. "Besides," Santana continued, "there's entirely way too much talking."

Brittany smirked as Santana slid Brittany's sleep shirt up and it gathered underneath her breasts. Santana knelt down and slowly kissed Brittany's stomach. She worked her way along the top of Brittany's shorts and up her ribs to where her shirt bunched. Brittany ran her fingers lazily through Santana's hair, and sighed, enjoying every soft, wet kisses Santana gave. Brittany pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it behind the couch and half way across the living room.

"Someone's eager," Santana smiled and cupped the sides of Brittany's breasts, kissing and lightly sucking the soft flesh, purposefully avoiding her nipples. Brittany arched her back, and shifted slightly.

"No teasing," Brittany whispered.

Brittany felt Santana smile against her, then run her tongue over one nipple and her thumb over the other. Brittany let out a moan of gratitude. She swung her left leg over Santana's back and pulled in, encouraging Santana to lie down and press completely into her. Santana resisted and instead sat up on her knees more and pulled her own shirt off, tossing it somewhere near Brittany's discarded top. Brittany's hand slid up the outside of Santana's thigh and her eyes dropped from Santana's face to her chest. Santana loved the joy behind the desire in Brittany's eyes. It always made her heart do a little flip to see how being with her made Brittany so happy.

Santana leaned down and slipped her fingers into the waistband of Brittany's sleep shorts. She slid them down slowly, kissing her hipbone, the crease at the top of her thigh, all the way down the inside of her leg to her ankle. Santana's eyes drifted between Brittany's spread thighs. Pink and swollen and wet.

"God, you're beautiful," Santana whispered.

Brittany smiled softly, but couldn't resist a teasing, "My eyes are up here," she whispered.

Santana slowly met Brittany's gaze, taking her time to let her eyes wander up her girlfriend's body. "Uh huh," Santana smiled. She started to lie down on top of Brittany, but Brittany put her hand to Santana's shoulder.

"You too," Brittany said, looking at Santana still in her own sleep shorts.

Santana stood up between the coffee table and couch and slid her shorts and underwear down her hips and let them drop to the floor. She picked them up and gave them an enthusiastic toss toward the front door.

"Much better," Brittany praised. "Now come here," she said, her arms and legs opening to make room for Santana to lie down on top of her.

Santana knelt between Brittany's thighs and leaned down, brushing her breasts on Brittany's hips, all the way up her stomach until they met Brittany's. Brittany held a breath, then let out a shaky sigh as she felt the soft warm weight of Santana's breasts run up her body. Brittany wrapped her arms around the small of Santana's back and her legs around the back of her thighs. They both let out a relieved sigh.

"You feel so, so good," Santana cooed in Brittany's ear.

"You too," Brittany replied and squeezed Santana tighter to her body. She wanted to feel every inch of Santana's skin touching her skin.

Mrs. Lopez was 10 minutes into her drive to her appointment when she stopped off at the bank to get some cash from the ATM. She opened up her purse and found her phone, lipstick, checkbook, but no wallet.

"Dammit," she sighed to herself. "Every time I switch purses I forget something."

Maribel got back in her car and headed home to retrieve her wallet. No doubt still in her other purse in the hall closet. She pulled into her driveway and walked up to the front porch, pausing to inspect the rose bush near the steps. She gripped the doorknob, turned it and walked into the house. Two steps into the house, she stepped on pajama shorts twisted up with a pair of underwear.

"What the…" Maribel thought to herself.

She heard, "Yes there," moaned from across the living room. Maribel looked over to the back of the couch. All she could see was blonde hair cascading over one armrest and a long pale leg was stretched along the top of the couch, muscles flexing back and forth.

"Are they…?" Maribel questioned to herself.

"I love you so much," could be heard from behind the couch, followed by breathy gasps and sighs and whines definitely answered that question. The rhythmic squeaks and creaks of the leather cushions confirmed it.

Her mouth dropped open in shock that quickly turned into embarrassed discomfort. Maribel clapped her hands over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut. After a few moments she realized this was not going to get her wallet or herself out of the house, which is what she really wanted right now. Maribel swiftly fished her wallet out of her purse in the closet and snuck back out the front door. She jogged to her car and pulled back out of the driveway and back towards her salon appointment.

As she drove, Maribel let out a calming breath and attempted to get those stubborn images and sounds out of her head. Her initial shock and discomfort slowly transformed into a resigned sigh.

"I wasn't gone 20 minutes," Maribel said aloud, shaking her head. "Jesus Mary and Joseph."

Maribel returned home to a quiet house. She dropped her purse near the front door and slumped down on the couch. She then immediately got up from the couch after remembering what transpired there not two hours ago. She stood and looked at her leather couch with the rumple throw and cushions askew. She shooed Lord Tubbington off her husband's favorite chair, sat down, and turned on the TV.

She heard a squeal from the laundry room and saw Santana sprint around the corner into the living room, with Brittany right behind her, pinching at Santana's bottom. Brittany caught up to Santana and hugged from behind. Santana leaned her head back onto Brittany's shoulder and closed her eyes. She hummed a smile and kissed Brittany on the cheek.

"Oh hi Mrs. L," Brittany greeted, startling Santana out of her Brittany-induced haze.

"Mama, we didn't hear you come in."

"I can see that," Mrs. Lopez smirked. "Getting any laundry done?"

"Yeah, two loads already," Brittany answered. "I ran out of underwear."

Maribel smoothed the creases in her slacks and straightened her shirt. Brittany cocked her head, a little confused by Mrs. Lopez's apparent discomfort.

"Was that TMI?" Brittany asked.

"TMI?" Maribel asked.

"Too much information," Brittany explained. "About not having any clean underwear left."

"Oh, no sweetheart. No, it's fine. As good a reason as any to do laundry," Maribel replied.

Santana grabbed the throw off the couch and straightened the cushions.

Mrs. Lopez raised an eyebrow to her daughter holding what she now saw as the "sex throw".

"Thought I'd put this in the wash too. You know…cat hair," Santana explained, pulling Brittany with her back to the laundry room.

"Good idea," Maribel thought.

Maribel poured herself a glass of wine and walked out to the back porch to clear her head.

"What is wrong with me?" Maribel thought. "They're 18, they're 18, they're 18," she repeated the mantra in her head. "It's completely normal. Totally natural. You knew they've been having sex for ages. This is not a big deal."

She swallowed half her wine and hit her speed dial. Mrs. Pierce answered the phone.

"Hi Maribel, how are you?" Mrs. Pierce greeted.

"Hey Susan. I'm okay. Had better days. But before we get into that, how's your Mom?"

"Getting better day by day. I think we'll have her good enough that we can come back for Brittany's graduation."

Maribel could hear Susan smiling through the phone.

"Oh that's wonderful news," Maribel replied.

"So why aren't you having such a good day?" Susan asked. "I talked to Brittany last night, and she's doing well in school and Santana got a summer job. Sounds like you've got those two whipped into shape," Susan praised.

Maribel chuckled. "Well, a little structure and a few threats go along way. But honestly, they're just really motivated. They're growing up so fast," Maribel lamented the last words.

"What's the matter? What happened? You don't sound too happy about them," Susan pressed.

"No, no, it's not them, it's me," Maribel quickly corrected. "I…they…ugh. Have you ever…you know…walked in on them?"

Susan laughed long and hard. Maribel huffed in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Mrs. Pierce recovered from her delight. "Sorry. It's just I'm glad you now share my pain."

"So you have."

"No, that pleasure goes to her father. Last Spring. I told Rory to get Brittany and Santana for dinner and he came down without them. I asked him if they were coming down and he just stared at his dinner plate. I didn't think. I sent my husband up to get them. He wasn't thinking either. I mean, we knew about them, but it's not like we think about it. He just barged into Brittany's room all ready to yell at them for letting their dinner get cold, and well…at least they were under the covers," Susan chuckled. "Well, Santana was."

"He came down red faced and quiet. I asked him if they were coming down and he just shook his head and played with his food. Brittany and Santana came down a few minutes later. Santana made a bee-line for the front door and left. Brittany just sat across from her father and picked at her dinner.

"I had no clue. I asked what was going on and Brittany just gave this pleading look to her Dad. He just straightened up, put on a fake smile and said everything was fine. It wasn't until we had gone to bed that he told me what he walked in on. Poor guy," Susan sighed.

Maribel smiled. "It's just that…yes, they're 18. They're dating. We know they have sex. We have a good rule in the house, which is don't do it when I'm in the house."

"Oh that is a good rule. I should use that one," Susan chimed in.

"Thanks, yeah, and they respected that," Maribel continued.

"But then how did you walk in on them?"

"I forgot my wallet in my other purse," Maribel explained.

"Every time I change purses…" Susan agreed.

"Exactly. Anyway, I was supposed to be gone for two hours, but came back after 20 minutes and…well…"

"They didn't waste anytime," Susan commented. "Did they see you?"

"No, no they didn't. I mean; I didn't see anything really. They were on the couch, but I heard…"

"…everything," Susan said.

"I need another glass of wine," Maribel sighed.

"They weren't…I mean…was it that bad?" Susan pressed. "Loud?" Susan cringed at the thought.

"Yes, well no. No. If they weren't our daughters I'd say they were…:

"…they're in love," Susan said.

"Yes, and they were expressing that very…intensely." Maribel grumbled.

"Well it could be worse," Susan offered.

"How?"

"You could've heard them before you even got in the house."

"Don't you dare put that image in my head!" Maribel chided half jokingly. "That's not fair. I mean, yesterday, they came home still covered in the ice cream they got celebrating Santana's summer job. Ice cream! This morning they were eating sugary cereal and watching cartoons in their pajamas. They looked like they were eight not 18. Then not 20 minutes later they were...Ugh...I know that they're adults, but…It's like they're not our babies anymore."

"They're still our babies," Susan corrected. "They always will be. Even when they're married and paying a mortgage and carpooling their own kids."

"It's so hard sometimes. I mean, in my head, I'm totally fine, but my heart. It just wants to fight me," Maribel gave a resigned chuckle.

"You're doing a great job Maribel. Believe me. I wouldn't trust Brittany to anyone but you…and Santana."

"Really?" Maribel was honestly touched.

"Really. I may give Santana a hard time once and a while."

"Once in a while?" Maribel teased.

"Okay, okay, a lot, but you know it's because I know she's great for Brittany and I like to keep her on her toes," Susan admitted.

"You're doing a great job," Mrs. Lopez replied. "Because of you, she' s helping Brittany study, got a summer job and probably has one lined up for New York. It's like she's studying for some invisible final exam with you."

"Well, I did, maybe suggest some consequences…" Susan confided.

Maribel finished her conversation with Mrs. Pierce and went to check in on Brittany and Santana. She looked into the laundry room and there was Santana slowly breaking away from kissing Brittany. She was smiling, her eyes closed as she rubbed her nose up against Brittany's. They murmured "I love you".

Mrs. Lopez slipped quietly away.

"They're 18. They're 18. They're 18," she muttered to herself as she ascended the stairs to her room.