Santana sat on the couch next to Brittany, eating the pizza. She glanced over at the blonde who was engrossed in the movie. When she came out of the bedroom after she ordered the pizza, Brittany's eyes were bordered with pink, the way they always were when Brittany was about to cry. However the smile on her face was conflicting with the theory that Brittany was about to cry. Santana was still suspicious and kept her eyes on Brittany. She had a feeling that it had something to do with what her dad said.

Just as she was about to try to bring it up, her phone went off. She sighed and reached to the coffee table to grab it. A little envelope on the top of her screen announced a text. She opened it and found it was from Quinn. Please tell me Puck is just fucking with me and you didn't get drunk and married.

Santana sighed and tossed her phone onto the couch next to her. She knew it wouldn't be long until the whole school knew. It didn't matter though. Santana could turn it into something cool. Drunk escapades were like medals of honor at McKinley High. She, Brittany, and Puck had the most medals for sure.

Brittany looked to the window and saw the sun starting to set. She laid her head on Santana's shoulder and tossed her crust back into the box.

Another text came and Santana couldn't help, but check it. It was from Quinn again. Tell Brittany she can do better.

Santana lulled her head to rest against Brittany's. She put her phone in front of Brittany's face. The blonde took it and read the text. Brittany handed the phone back, "She's wrong."

Santana let out a soft smile and kissed the top of Brittany's head, "Yeah I think you could do a lot better."

Brittany pulled back and looked at Santana's face. "You're wrong too." She stood up, "C'mon, let's go outside."

Santana stood and slid her hands into Brittany's as they walked out the door. Brittany led the way to a hammock that Santana's dad had put up when they were little.

Santana smiled and rolled onto the hammock, pulling Brittany down on top of her. Brittany giggled while they swung back and forth, her head buried in Santana's neck.

When the swinging subsided, Brittany laid on her side next to Santana, her left hand resting on Santana's stomach. Santana picked up Brittany's left hand and ran her finger over the ring.

"Do you want it back?" Brittany posed the loaded question.

The answer to the simple question meant so much. Santana couldn't make the decision alone. She was still weary. Something in the back of her mind was whispering 'You're a cheater'. So she asked, "Do you want to give it back?"

Brittany looked up at Santana with innocent eyes, "Do you really love me?"

Santana immediately nodded. She wasn't one to say it much, but at this point she figured it was a given.

Brittany put her head back on Santana's shoulder looking out across the water. "Are you sorry we got married?"

Santana told the truth, "No."

"Do you want to stay married?"

"Do you?"

After a long pause, Brittany answered, "Yes."

Santana let out a sigh and she deflated into the hammock. She wasn't sure why she doubted the answer. "Well I guess I'll have to buy you a better ring huh?"

"Really?" Brittany looked up at Santana.

Santana nodded.

Brittany's face grew grave and she laid back down.

"What's wrong?"

Brittany was silent.

It clicked for Santana. She looked down, "B, what did your dad say?" She felt her shirt being balled into Brittany's fist. "Babe, what's wrong?"

Brittany sniffled, "He said if I stay married I have to move out. My mom told him that's stupid but they were still fighting when I left."

Santana frowned, rubbing Brittany's back. "That is stupid. We're graduating in three months and we're going to college in the fall."

"That's what my mom said." Brittany sniffled and flattened her palm against Santana's stomach. She was trying desperately not to cry.

Santana had to ask again, "Do you want to stay married?"

The blonde's answer was immediate, "Yes."

Santana felt she'd never felt the whole of Brittany's love before that moment. She was willing to sacrifice the home she'd lived in her whole life and the security that came with it to be with her.

"Don't worry about it Brittany," Santana kissed her forehead, "We'll figure it out."

They laid together on the hammock, swaying slightly in the cool night air. Santana was about to pose a plan when she heard her phone ringing in the house. Brittany moved a back so that Santana could roll out of the hammock and trot inside to catch it.

Santana pressed the green button. She wasn't really excited to speak to her mom, who was less than thrilled when she heard what happened on Brittany's birthday, "Hey mom."

"Hi honey," her voice was carefully under control, "I wanted to tell you that I support whatever you do. You know we love Brittany. Your father and I talked it over at length last night and I realized I was wrong in trying to force you into an annulment."

That definitely surprised Santana. Her mom wasn't usually one to change her opinion ever, "Thanks mom."

Her mom took an audibly deep breath, "I also spoke to Brittany's mother this morning. However it seems Brittany's father is still struggling with it."

Santana glanced to the back door to make sure Brittany was still outside, "I know. He told her that she has to move out if we stay married."

There was a long pause, "Are you?"

"Yes."

Her mother's voice softened, "Well you know she can always live here. I mean she's out daughter-in-law now."

Santana wanted to hug her mother at that moment, which was something she hadn't wanted to do in years, "Thanks mom. She's really upset."

"That's horrible. Do you girls need anything?"

"No I think we're okay for now."

"Okay honey. Be careful and don't forget to lock the doors."

"I won't."

There was another pause, "Love you."

"Love you too." Santana saw Brittany get out of the hammock through the window and start to walk to the back door. She hung up as the blonde stepped inside.

Santana held her arms open and Brittany smiled, stepping into them. Brittany mumbled into Santana's shoulder, "Let's go for a walk."

Brittany swung their hands between them as they walked along the edge of the water, "So we're like actually married huh?"

"Yeah," Santana kicked at the sand, "Do you...how do you feel about it?"

"I...I don't know," Brittany sighed, "I don't think it's bad."

"Really?" Santana asked, "Why does everyone else seem to think so?"

The blonde looked at the ground and then out into the water. "My dad said we're too young."

"My grandparents got married when they were sixteen." Santana added.

"I know. Your grandma tells me a lot and keeps telling me I'm too skinny."

Santana chuckled, "She thinks you don't eat enough."

"I love your family," Brittany confessed, "They're so much more fun that mine."

"They love you too." Santana looked over at Brittany in the full moonlight.

The blonde smiled and looked at their hands. "You need a ring too."

"Yeah," Santana looked ahead of them seeing a few groups of people huddled around bonfires. She suddenly thought of something she hadn't before. She wondered if it was too late to apply for married student housing. Then she looked over at her wife…that word was still super weird to her. Brittany was humming as they walked.

Santana couldn't help, but smile. This may have been a slightly premature marriage, but she couldn't help, but think that it was right in every way. She just needed to corner Puck and get him to tell her how this whole thing came about.