Sorry I haven't updated in a while guys, I've been busy with school (and Skins :P). So, Asian F: I know I should be annoyed at the lack of Brittana (FML) but Brittany was so sexy in her performance for president that I almost died while drooling. Anyway here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy :3

After managing to kiss Santana senseless Britt began to toss small chunks of bread out to the ducks, each piece bringing them closer to their blonde admirer. Brittany giggled every time a piece of the loaf would make that plopping sound as it hit the water. Santana was rendered speechless by the pure cuteness that was Brittany S. Pierce. She shook her head with a small smile on her lips and made her way back to the picnic blanket to lay out the food she brought along with them.

It took Britts a while to finish playing with the ducks. At one stage she sent Santana into a fit of mad laughter as she jumped, knee deep, into the water to chase a duck that had ventured too close. The blonde made her way back to her girlfriend with a massive grin on her face.

"Thank you so much, San," the blonde breathed before kissing the Latina gently on the forehead. She then sat down beside her with a thump. Her jeans were wet with lake water and her shoes were dripping water. Santana entertained the thought of telling Brittany she would catch hypothermia in order to get her to take of her pants, but she decided against it. It was a public place after all. Santana settled with ordering her girlfriend to remove her shoes and socks at least.

Soon Britt was lying on her stomach with her bare feet in the air as she hummed and ate a sandwich, occasionally looking up and grinning at Santana. When she had finished her sandwich Britt rolled over onto her back and stared at the sky. Santana came over and lay beside her. They stayed like that, just talking, until the sky started to darken and the first stars started to dot the sky. The Latina hadn't realized how late it had gotten. They must have lain together for hours. She had to say it was the best first date she had ever been on. Hell, it was the best date she had ever been on at all. She looked forward to many more like it.

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Brittany had wanted to stay the night at Santana's but the Latina told her that her parents were home tonight so they would have to take a rain check. Britts frowned until Santana led her up to her door step and gave her a chaste kiss goodnight. Brittany liked dates with Santana, they were awesome.

When the blonde went inside she heard loud snoring coming from the lounge room. She followed the noise and found her dad leaning back in an arm chair with a newspaper open on his lap. His head was thrown backward and Britt had to supress a giggle at his incredibly loud snoring. She looked over to see her mother watching her. The TV was on in front of her and she had probably been watching it when Britt had walked in.

"Hey, mom," she said quietly, so as to not wake her father, before making her way over to kiss her mom on the forehead.

"Hi, sweetie," the older woman replied, "how was your date?"

Brittany grinned before plopping down beside her mom and going on a quiet rant about how good her date with Santana had been. Her mother just grinned and nodded at the young dancer. She was infinitely happy that the girl was comfortable with talking to her about this. She was happy that it was Santana her daughter had chosen to date. She couldn't remember ever hearing about the two of them having a fight. That Artie boy, though. She had heard about that, some asshole making her daughter cry.

Some parents might have been shocked to find out that their daughter was dating another girl but Mrs Pierce had accepted it with relief. It meant no chance of teenage pregnancy, unfortunately with Brittany's occasional naivety it was a high possibility, and it meant that she was dating someone that Mrs Pierce had known since the girl was just a small child. She trusted Santana with Brittany. She knew the Latina would look after her daughter and love her properly. From the sound of this date her daughter's girlfriend was doing just that.

The problem with the situation, however, would be telling Mr Pierce and Indie about it. She knew her husband would be fine with it. A little confused and maybe a touch sad that the dreams every parent had for their daughter's wouldn't be the way his brain had planned them out. It would be hard for him to wrap his head around not walking his oldest daughter up the isle with a man standing at the end. Nonetheless he was a good dad and would love and support his daughter no matter what. Besides, he simply adored Santana. What was more concerning was having to explain the birds and the birds to their younger daughter.

Brittany was still swooning over how amazing Santana had been and how lovely the lake had been and how awesome the ducks had been. It wasn't unusual for Brittany to act excited and energetic but when she talked about Santana there was something in the way she spoke. Her eyes softened and a smile played about her lips. Her voice took on this wistful tone that Mrs Pierce knew she used when she told people about her own relationship with her husband. It had taken a very long time for her to find him, so she was happy to see that Britt had found what seemed like a very deep love at such a young age.

Brittany mooned for a little while longer until she exclaimed a little too loudly about how pretty Santana had been that day and Mr Pierce awoke with a grunt. He looked around bleary eyed to find what woke him up. He saw his oldest and his wife sitting on the couch and he smiled tiredly at them. He yawned and stood up to walk over and give Britts a hug.

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At Santana's place there was a lot less family love going around. Mrs Lopez was on a rant about how Santana should be thinking about going to a better college than the one she had chosen. Santana was getting angrier by the minute. Her mom made her snap when she made the stupidest mistake. She brought Brittany into the conversation.

"You could do so much better than going to a second rate college in the middle of nowhere, mija," she said. "Do you want to end up in a dead end job like that Brittany girl you insist on spending so much time with is no doubt going to?"

Santana was seeing red and her Dr Lopez almost saw the steam come from his daughter's ears. "Don't talk about Britt like that!" She hissed. Her dad put a hand on her shoulder when she made to stand up. "Brittany's going to do great things! She is going to become a famous dancer or dance teacher! She's not dumb and you don't know her so don't talk about her like that!"

Mrs Lopez, with a fuse equally as short as her daughter's, stood and shouted, "Don't take that tone with me!"

"Why do you even care what college I go to?" She shouted at her mom, "you're never here to care about me now, how's it going to be different when I graduate?"

"How dare you say I don't care about you?" Her mom shouted back, red in the face. Dr Lopez knew he should intervene but he thought that some things needed to be vented and it was going to happen eventually, so why not now? "Your father and I have given you everything you've ever asked for!"

Santana was furious to find that she had tears building in her almost black eyes. "All I ever wanted form you was for you to be here! For my mom to be here to hug me when I was sad and for my dad to threaten boys I brought home! But, no! You're never even here! You don't know a thing about me, mom! You didn't even notice that Britt's my girlfriend!"

The tears that had been threatening to pour down her cheeks chose that moment to do so. Her mother looked like she was about to reply, before her face slackened and the full force what her daughter had said hit her. The older Latina stood, grabbed her coat and purse and promptly left the house. Santana was stunned at her mother's reaction. Dr Lopez, too, was stunned into inaction for a moment before he stood and pulled his daughter into his big arms.

"Shhh, mija," he whispered into her hair, "It will be okay. She'll come around." If Santana could see the worried expression on her dad's face she might have had more trouble believing him. Dave came out of his room then. He had heard the whole thing and wanted to see if Santana was okay.

"San?" He asked tentatively. She spun in her dad's arms and launched herself at her friend. He gave her a massive hug. Dr Lopez ran a steadying hand over his face. This could not continue. Santana had been right about him and his wife neglecting her. And he would not have the two most important people in his life fighting over something his daughter could not possible control.

He put his hand gently on Santana's shoulder, making twist her head on Dave's chest to look at him through her tears.

"Mija, I need to go and find your mother. Talk some sense into her," he muttered, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before fetching his keys. He shot a quick look of gratitude to Dave before leaving.

Karofsky held a sobbing Santana until she started to fall asleep. Her head drooped and her eyes became heavy. Dave led her upstairs to her bed. He laid her down and tucked a stray piece of hair behind one of her ears. She had fallen asleep as soon as her head had hit the pillow.

Did you see that coming? 'Cos I sure as hell didn't. I like to let my stories go their own way. I'm not so sure if that's such a good thing. And OMG on a completely unrelated topic: I'm watching an episode of Angel right now and I forgot how bloody gorgeous Eliza Dushku is. FML that woman is positively beautiful. Haha, anyways, hope you enjoyed and feel free to review :3