Her sneakers scuffed against the pavement as she jogged up the driveway and onto the porch where Santana stood, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. "You're late"
"Quinn made me watch four hours of That's so Raven and refused to let me leave"
Santana rolls her eyes, her brow furrowing when she notices the small bouquet of flowers in Brittany's hand "Are those for me?" she smiles.
"No your mom" Brittany chuckles when Santana's face falls "This" she pulls out a lone daisy from behind her back "Is for you"
Santana blushes and Brittany grins because Santana hardly ever blushes, even when she reads those weird romance novels that Quinn has or when Brittany kisses the top of her head and tells her she's the most beautiful girl she's ever seen.
She almost blushes on the latter but not as much as she is now.
"We should go inside" Santana murmurs, smelling the flower
"Hang on" Brittany readjusts her white shirt –she'd turned her Hulk t-shirt inside out- and striped cardigan, trying to hide the hole in her jeans and failing miserably.
"They're not gonna care if there's a hole in your jeans" Santana sighs, an affectionate smile tugging at the corners of her lips "Here" she pushes some of Brittany's hair behind her left ear, her thumb rubbing a smudge of dirt off the side of her cheek.
"I'm really nervous"
"Don't be, they're gonna love you just as much as I do" she pauses "Hopefully not in the same way"
Brittany laughs, pecking her on the lips –lingering for a fraction of a second before deciding against doing the tongue tango when anyone could be watching- and looking towards the door "Do I knock?"
Santana rolls her eyes again, opening the door herself to be greeted with a near head on collision with her mother.
Maria Lopez ignores her daughter completely, practically knocking her out the way in her attempts to see the girl said daughter has become infatuated with "You must be Brittany" she outstretches her hand to the blonde girl, eyes scrutinizing every move and mistake she makes.
Brittany, a little overwhelmed by the sudden contact, takes her hand and tries to give the best handshake she's ever given –"Firm to show confidence but not too firm, and don't shake too hard or she'll think you're trying to rip her arm off" Rachel had advised, in-between taking bets for the hot dog eating competition going on between Mike and Quinn at the time - "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Lopez"
"Charming" she approves with a small smile, her eyes flicking between Santana and then Brittany, letting go of Brittany's hand "You can call me Maria dear, only the man that sells oranges by the side of the street calls me Mrs. Lopez"
Brittany smiles "George sells the best oranges in the state" she replies "Though he always looks down my mom's top when we buy them, my dad sometimes calls him curious George to make my mom laugh"
Maria laughs heartedly, breaking through the icy exterior she was trying to portray as Santana smiles up adoringly at Brittany "They sound like lovely people" Maria smiles "Santana have you met them?"
"Um…once or twice, why?"
"Just wondering" she hums, and starts to walk back into the living room- wearing eight inch heels, Brittany notices- "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes" she shouts back, walking a few steps more before yelling rather loudly and aggressively in Spanish.
Five seconds later a tanned man with a shaggy mop of dark brown, almost black, hair and big brown eyes, comes jogging out of the basement. His eyes land on her and he smiles that kind hearted smile that reminds her so much of Santana that she almost does a double take.
He comes towards her, sending a weird look towards Santana and then there's a squeeze at her arm and Santana disappears into the kitchen, leaving her alone with her father. Brittany's heart starts to beat a lot faster.
"Uh- Santana never told me she had a brother" she flounders and then catches herself "Wait-no that's not right, I-uh um you-"
"I think you meant to say that to my wife" he laughs.
She joins in slightly, head in her hands "I'm sorry, I'm really nervous"
He clasps his hand on her left shoulder "It's understandable, when I first met my in laws I fell into a fountain and called the maid a stuck up bitch"
She chuckles "What made you do that?"
"The woman wouldn't let me eat any of the fondue; you never come between a man and his fondue"
"So Brittany, what do you do for a living?" Santana's mother asks and Brittany looks up from her steak, both Santana's mother and father eyeing her wearingly from across the dinner table.
"I don't- I don't do anything, I'm seventeen"
"Then how did you buy the flowers?"
"I have an allowance" Brittany sets down her knife and fork "And usually when I have to buy things I just sell an action figure or something"
They both hum in understanding, going back to their dinner in relative silence apart from the occasional appraisal of the food.
Five minutes later Brittany, in utter distress, excuses herself to use the bathroom.
Usually in the movies splashing water on your face calms you down. Yet it doesn't work at all in real life.
So she tries staring at herself in the mirror, that doesn't work either.
She stares and she stares and she stares.
Nothing.
Damn movie magic.
"What would Batman do?" her reflection stays even as she speaks, frustrated she grits her teeth leaning forward to successfully rile herself up "What would Batman do?"
Her eyes narrow, her lips pursed and voice sure "Let's rock dis bitch"
Santana doesn't know the exact moment things went from incredibly tense to a form of easy going and elatedness that made it seem like someone threw a canister of laughing gas into her front room and ran for their life.
Santana, for the life of her, had never seen her Dad laugh so hard. Like hysterically, clutching at his stomach, can of beer spilling over, falling off the couch laughing.
Her mother hands her a glass of diet coke with a wry smile as she stares at her father in complete astonishment.
Brittany sits next to him; hand clutching a glass of orange squash, while her other hand waved around as she told story after story that just seemed to be getting funnier and funnier. The man's face crinkled up in laughter, leaning forward in his seat to listen to every word coming from Brittany's mouth.
"And then I told him that Bruce Wayne was never lactose intolerant and stole his Iron Man mask"
This of course calls for another round of uncontrollable giggling and Brittany smiles at Santana as if it's the biggest accomplishment in her life.
Once he's stopped laughing and taken another sip of bear, he stands, his hand clasping down on Brittany's shoulder, the contact making her jump slightly. "Come on, I have something to show you"
She casts an almost scared look back at Santana before following him out, hands stuffed into her jean pockets.
"Where are they going?" Santana fires off once they've left ear shot of the living room, her mother grabs a magazine off the coffee table and flips it open.
"How should I know?"
Santana's brow furrows "I don't know, maybe the fact that you've been married for twenty years. That usually gives someone a clue about what they're up to"
Her mother skims over the content of an article about middle aged puppies or some crap, she wasn't really the reading type "Honestly, I stopped trying to figure out what goes through that man's head a long time ago" she looks up over the magazine at her daughter "You should probably start now"
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asks, her mother doesn't look up "Well…?"
Her mother lets out a loud sigh, flipping the page "Nothing, I'm just saying that they're a lot alike"
"Dad's a forty year old surgeon and Britt's a seventeen year old girl, how are they anything alike?"
"Forget I said anything" she sighs and Santana frowns again "And go clean-up" she reclines on the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table "Maria needs a brake"
Santana snorts "Maria refers to herself in third person now does she?"
"Yes Maria does" she smiles and points to the kitchen "Do as you're told"
"Fine" Santana huffs dramatically, storming into the kitchen. It's like the worst thing ever.
Santana's dad, Theo, takes her down to the basement. It's a little scary because she has no idea what's down there and is sincerely hoping it's not like dead bodies or anything because that would just be completely awkward.
But then he's pulling out an old filing cabinet from back of the room, behind old TVs and that chair that Brittany broke when she and Santana got a little rough. Inside the cabinet is just awesome, every draw filled to the brim with comic books and action figures, each one looking no younger than thirty years old. It's the best thing she's ever seen and she says it.
"This is the best thing I've ever seen" she whispers in awe, picking up a copy of Superman and staring at it like it held the key to life.
Theo's face turns serious, though Brittany doesn't notice since she's still staring "Listen Brittany" she looks up "I like you and I know it's a cliché that the father threatens the person dating his daughter" There's a long pause that's so quiet she was sure she could hear a mouse fart in the wall "But if you hurt Santana I will make your life a living hell"
She gulps audibly "Understood"
He breaks out into a smile "Fantastic" he reaches into the filing cabinet and lifts out a stack of comics, taking it over to a desk at the side, slipping on a pair of glasses and switching on the desk lamp. He sits down in the chair in front of the desk and waves Brittany over.
One by one they go through each of the comics, picking out flaws and trying to gauge how much each would be worth now, while occasionally laughing at the jokes.
Brittany was not a sporty person. In any sense of the word.
But, after Santana's Dad had showed her all his old comic books, then his vintage Aston Martin that Sean Connery used in Goldfinger, and offered a game of badminton, it kind of would've been rude to say no.
How Santana forgot to tell her about the car or the comic books is beyond her.
Anyway, she wasn't good at sports, apart from riding her bike. Hitting a shuttlecock with a tiny racket and riding a bike were completely different things.
She realizes this now.
What kind of name is Shuttlecock anyway? Sounds like a creepy sex act.
She was under pressure.
With Santana's dad setting up the net and Santana lounging on a deck chair on the sidelines with her mother, it made the collar of her shirt feel awfully tight. Especially with Santana's mother still scrutinizing her every move and Maria certainly didn't appreciate it when Santana's dad came out from the garage shouting "I found a net" and Brittany shouted, out of habit:
"Where was she hiding?"
Embarrassment, just plain embarrassment.
"You ever play badminton before Brittany?" Santana's dad asks, handing her a racket.
"Once, last summer at the… the lake" she says, slightly distracted by Santana applying sun screen onto her legs, readjusting her big sunglasses with a smirk.
Damn it Brittany don't perv on your girlfriend when her parents are right there
"Which lake?" Santana's dad asks her, oblivious, as he goes to his side of the makeshift court.
"Lake Dreary" she breathes out as he serves and it's the scariest moment of her life but she somehow manages to actually hit it. "We go every summer" the shuttle thing goes back and forth between them and it's just awesome because she hasn't missed once "I always get super sun burnt and Tobi, my brother, complains the entire way but it's fun"
"I always wanted to go to the lake for summer but these two never let me" he jerks a finger to the right where Santana and her mother are still lounging.
"I refuse to go anywhere without a five star hotel Theodore" Maria scolds like they have this argument on a weekly basis.
Theo rolls his eyes good naturedly and Brittany smiles, wondering if one day she and Santana will be like them.
Sometime later, Quinn calls Santana and says that she wants them all to go over to her house to watch Titanic. It's a welcomed brake and even though Rachel will more than likely be there she finds herself actually excited at the prospect of being around them all again. Brittany agrees to go with a shrug as she downs the rest of her drink and before she knows it she's slipping on her coat and walking out in the cool night air towards Quinn's house.
"I'm so sick of not being able to walk with you" she shouts into the night.
"Yeah well it is what it is" Brittany shouts back, exactly twenty steps behind her "Though it does look like I'm stalking you"
"I'd love it if you stalked me"
"That's the weirdest thing I've ever heard"
She looks back at Brittany, laughing. With both her hands in the pocket of her coat, the dark of her cardigan clashing with the light sandy color of the coat, Santana thinks she looks cute and it makes her want to turn back and kiss her but she can't so she just turns back around and without even noticing she's outside Quinn's house.
She doesn't bother knocking "Quinn!"
A door opens from down the corridor, smoke pooling out the room like she's just set the house on fire and a single head pops out, adorned in a rainbow beanie.
"Santana!" Quinn smiles, bleary eyed and bloodshot "Everyone else is in the kitchen, I was just… filing my taxes" and then the head disappears once again.
Brittany walks through the door a second later, closing it behind her "Oh, fancy seeing you here" she greets, hands still in her pockets.
She walks towards her, leaning down to kiss her firmly on the lips for the first time in what felt like forever. Santana slips her hands into her jacket, wrapping them around her waist and gripping onto the back of her shirt as she deepens the kiss.
"We should see if I can zip up my jacket over both of us" Brittany murmurs between kisses.
"Go for it" Santana carries on kissing her. Brittany outstretches her hands, wrapping the coat around both their bodies but there's not enough fabric to zip it up.
"You need to get closer" she says pulling away from the kiss and Santana obliges, their bodies pressed firmly together, she tries again "Little bit more" they're so close now that they're practically one person, nose to nose, chest to chest.
She finally gets the zip up, making Santana giggle into her neck when she throws her hands up in the air in celebration.
"What's going on here?" Quinn calls suggestively from the side, eyebrows raising and lowering comically.
Santana looks over, her serious expression a contrast to the intimate position she's in "Nothing" she lies.
"Doesn't look like nothing"
Santana struggles against the restraint of the coat, Brittany smiling down at her like a dope "Could you give us a minute?"
Quinn flounders off towards the kitchen, high as a kite.
"Unzip the jacket Britt"
"Nope" she states, wrapping her free arms around her "I'm never letting you go, you're mine forever" she smirks, topping it off with an evil cackle.
Santana struggles for a bit, trying to push and pull her way out while at the same time trying to move her hands back to get to the zip, and since she's not a contortionist or the reincarnation of Houdini himself it doesn't work out in her favor.
Resigning herself to a life trapped inside of Brittany's coat her head lulls over onto Brittany's shoulder in defeat. That is until she gets a very devious idea, leaning up so her breath is ghosting down Brittany's neck and her lips are a fraction of a way from Brittany's ear "If you unzip me I'll let you do that thing we did last week"
Brittany gulps, the small hairs at the back of her neck standing up "With the…"
"Uh huh" she husks, her fingertips playing with the small line of X-Men underwear showing over the back of Brittany's jeans. "Twice"
The jacket slowly starts to loosen its grip around her body and Santana smirks triumphantly, wiggling free at the nearest opportunity.
"I'm sorry for my diabolical mind getting the best of me and through a moment of weakness causing me to entrap you in a fabric jail until what was supposed to be the end of time" Brittany shrugs, leaning in closer and whispering inconspicuously "Though I don't think I'd mind spending the rest of time with you"
Santana grins, rolling her eyes playfully and smacking her on the arm "You're full of shit"
"I'm afraid I'll have to disagree, my mother had me tested" she teases, putting on a fake accent like she's in one of those old period dramas where all the storylines revolve around world war one.
Santana's eyebrows rise "There's a test to find out if you're full of shit?"
Brittany smirks "Yep, it's a machine called a full'o'shitometer, they inject a small amount of dye into the blood and see how well it flows"
"You have no idea what you're talking about do you?"
"Not in the slightest"
"Would you?" Quinn asked, the DVD for Titanic in one hand and a large flask of whiskey in the other as she stumbles her way onto the floor in front of the TV.
Mike, sat crossed legged against the arm chair where Rachel laid sideways on, threw a questioning glance around the rest of the room "Would we what?"
Quinn points to the large picture of Kate Winslet on the front of the DVD, quirking an eyebrow "Would you?"
Sam looks around in panic from his position on the opposite arm chair "Who has the Doritos?" he utters in distress. Brittany raises her hand, pulling the Doritos from the ever growing pile of snacks stuffed between her side and the couch cushions and throwing the blue bag over to him. He catches it, barely "You know what the translation for Doritos is?" the only person that he peaks the attention of is Rachel, who rolls her head to the side "Little bits of gold"
Brittany completely ignores him, sinking down further on the couch until her entire body is stretched out along the couch cushions "Kate Winslet?" she ponders "I don't know maybe, depends what mood I'm in"
"I would" Santana drops down onto Brittany so they're chest to chest and places a quick kiss to her lips "She's hot" Brittany's brow scrunches up, wrapping her arms firmly around Santana's waist, lips forming into a pout. "But I like blondes better"
Brittany grins "I'm blonde"
Santana laughs, kissing her again "That you are" she says before turning around in her arms to fit her back snugly on top of Brittany's chest, fiddling with her hands where they rest on her stomach.
"Quinn, are we watching this thing or what?" Rachel inquires with more bite than is needed, eyes full of jealousy "I'm going on holiday in October"
"Why are you going on holiday in October?"
"It's a phrase Michael" she sighs. "Quinn…?"
"I'm reading the blurb" she placates, taking a swig from the flask.
Santana raises her eyebrows "Are you gonna give anyone else a sip of that?"
Quinn finally starts to set up the film "I don't condone drinking in minors"
"You're a minor" Sam mumbles out through a mouth full of Dorito goodness.
Quinn scoffs "Besides me"
Santana rolls her eyes, shuffling down slightly to get a more comfortable position, Brittany's hand playing with her hair "Just put the damn movie on, I'm about five seconds away from going all lima- sweet Jesus that feels good"
Four questioning eyes turn to Santana, watching her groan and moan at Brittany- tongue between her teeth, brow furrowed in concentration- as her fingers massaged her scalp.
"I swear it's like being at the hair salon except there's no Hispanic woman shouting at me about shampoo or an overwhelming smell of hairspray that borders on being toxic" she purrs, head lolling to the side.
Mike coughs rather loudly "Right well, Titanic then?"
Quinn throws her hands up in the air "Titanic!" she shouts, finding the remote and pressing play.
Two hours later- after Sam and Rachel had burst out crying at least twice, Mike had eaten four bags of Cheetos and Quinn had repeatedly shouted "You stupid bitch" at the TV every time Rose went anywhere near water- there were only three occupants of the room still awake; Brittany, Quinn and Sam.
Rachel shifted abruptly on the arm chair when Rose was about to throw the heart of the ocean into the sea, smacking Mike in the back of the head with her foot and her top half falling off the side until her heads only centimeters from the floor.
The light from the TV in the dark room casts over Sam's pale face as he stares, bleary eyed, at the screen, seconds away from falling asleep.
Quinn has drunk half the flask and is still wide awake, sat crossed legged in front of the TV, when the credits roll she takes another swig "Fantastic, cinematic genius" she declares through gulps "Now 'tis time for my nighttime smoke" she staggers up off the floor and through the back door, slamming the glass door with a bang that wakes Sam up from his dozy state.
"What time is it?" he yawns, standing up slowly and wiping the crumbs off his shirt.
"Late" Brittany murmurs from the couch, Santana sleeping peacefully against her chest.
"We started watching it at like eight, how did it get so late?"
"I think we might have switched to watching Spice World half way through and then went back to Titanic… I'm not sure" Brittany explains, shimmying out from under Santana without waking her up, stretching out all her limbs before hooking her arms under Santana's body and lifting her up into her arms, Santana's arms curling lazily around her neck in her semi-conscious state, head tucked into her neck. "Can you sort them out?" Brittany asks, nodding her head towards Mike and Rachel "I promised I'd get Santana home safely"
"Yeah sure" Sam nods "Now Quinn, that's a whole different matter" he jokes, eyeing a stumbling Quinn in the kitchen.
"Good luck with that" Brittany smirks and leaves with Santana in her arms and a "See ya at school" over her shoulder.
"Time to feed sloth a baby ruth" Sam sighs walking towards the kitchen.
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"Did you carry me all the way home?" Santana murmurs when Brittany lays her down on the bed.
Brittany sits down on the bed next to where she lays "Uh huh" she whispers, not wanting to wake Santana's parents "I went through the back paths so no one saw"
"I wouldn't have cared anyway"
"What?"
Santana grabs onto her arms, pulling her down "Nothing" she answers, cuddling up to Brittany.
"I can't stay" Brittany sighs reluctantly
"Yes" Santana simply states, yawning.
"Yes?"
All she gets in reply is light snoring.
Deciding that there's no use fighting what seems to be meant to be she kisses the top of her girlfriend's head, wraps her arms around her and is soon falling into a deep sleep.
Out of sheer curiosity, who would you like to get together? out of all the characters, besides Brittana of course, but like if you have any preferred couple that wouldn't make you wanna puke green slime when you read them it'd be cool to know
and again thanks for the reviews and everything, i was like holy crap at the response last time so thank you it was awesome (what i said wasn't really as PG as holy crap but you get the gist)