Santana hadn't been able to think of anything better to do so she had been spending her free time at a local cafe' a couple blocks from her home. Buskin Donuts. Nestling into a back corner with a couple gossip magazines and a cup of espresso. Trying to drown her thoughts with caffeine.

Do you know that Dolphins are just gay sharks?

Damn-it. This was so not working.

The thoughts kept piling up. She closed her eyes and was flooded by images of Brittany's body. Her breasts and the way her nipples felt in Santana's mouth. She licked her lips and could almost feel the sensation of Brit's skin brushing against her lips as she kissed her way down her stomach and -

"Santana?"

Santana peered over her Us Weekly to see Blaine and Kurt standing in front of her.

"Mind if we join you?" Blaine asked.

Santana put her magazine down as the duo seated themselves on the chairs across from her. She drank her espresso and noticed that there was something amiss. Going in for another sip just to avoid the awkward silence. Blaine cleared his throat in an attempt to cue Kurt for something. Kurt motioned with his eyes and nodded as if he wanted Blaine to say something. The silent prodding continued a bit too long.

"Oh my god, will you queens just spit it out already!" Awkward glances all around. "Not that you need to . . . spit . . . anything."

After taking a moment to stop blushing Kurt sat up in the regal way he usually did. Santana imagined it was similar to the way the Queen of England looked when she drank her tea. "We are planning on going to this . . . thing . . . this weekend and we were wondering if you would like to join us."

"We need a ride to pride." Blaine interjected. Rolling his eyes at Kurt.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked Blaine sternly.

Santana put down her coffee and watched the silent bickering between the two of them start up again. She found it amusing. Blaine's eyebrows looked like caterpillars inching upon the ground. Even in the midst of a muted argument they were cute together. Santana saw their compassion for each other and a tinge of jealousy came over her. She had never experienced anything close to that in her life except when she was with Brittany. She didn't want to be reminded of that anymore.

"Alright wonder twins, where is this pride thing at?"

"What?" Kurt asked, surprised.

"I have twenty-four hour access to my own personal driver and there's nothing to do. I needs to bounce asap or I'm going to explode."

Kurt looked to Blaine for guidance and then back to Santana. "Well, there is a LGBT festival of sorts in Cleavland this weekend, and my dad can't take us because he's taking my step mom somewhere. It's too late to take the greyhound or fly so we thought we'd ask you."

"What's this about a driver?" Blaine asked, "I thought you drove."

"Sometimes I do." Santana gestured outside of the coffee shop. "If I'm on vacation I usually use our driver, Habeeb." A large man in a suit and tie stood near the entrance of the cafe'. He sported an ear piece, a fez and looked to be involved in a pretty serious video game on his smart phone. Santana pulled a walkie talkie out of her purse and spoke into the receiver, "Yogi, this is, Latin Thunder, over."

Kurt and Blaine looked toward the entrance and watched as Yogi touched his earpiece. A crackle of static noise erupted from Santana's walkie talkie and a voice with a thick middle eastern accent came through. "Copy that Latin Thunder, over."

"How about you shut off the angry birds and pull the car around. We have a trip to plan, over."

"A treep?"

"Yes a treep Habeeb. Now hop to it, over."

"Copy that."

Santana put the walkie talkie back in her bag and stared at Blaine and Kurt who were dumbfounded. "Lets talk about this more on the way to the mall, new outfits are a must for a road trip."

*I will try to update every week, but sometimes I get writer ADD so I'm just going to apologize in advance. This story takes place the Summer after Season 2 and primarily focuses on Brittany and Santana's relationship. Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially since this is my first story.*