A/N: So I planned on getting further than this before the premiere and this all gets Jossed to Hell, but real life took over. I'm really not 100% ready for this to go up, but I want to get as much of it up before PPP airs. If you're super lucky, I'll get another one up tomorrow before I get to watch the premiere.

"You know who I miss?"

"Who?"

"Ms. Pacman"

"Ooh, and how exactly do you plan on earning Ms. Pacman?"

"I don't know," Santana said, and turned in her chair back towards her computer.

They were spending a lot of time hanging around each other's bedrooms lately. That aspect of their relationship was getting more and more like it had been before, which was a bit worrisome, but they were still going on dates regularly and they were still talking about their feelings all the time, so overall things were still going pretty well.

Confining themselves to their bedrooms had become a matter of necessity in the past week or so, due to how much time was spent shirtless and braless when they were around each other now. They hadn't progressed further than that, but they were openly discussing how to go about taking the next step.

"Ok, I think I know how I can earn Ms. Pacman," Santana said hesitantly, looking at her facebook.

Brittany walked over to Santana's computer, and looked at the screen over her shoulder.

"Are you sure? That's a pretty big step."

"Yeah," Santana swallowed hard. "I'm sure. Are you?"

"Yeah, I think I'm ready."

Santana clicked the button, and committed.

Santana Lopez is attending Glee Club Pool Party!

Santana and Brittany held hands as they walked up the driveway to Rachel house. They hadn't seen most of their Glee friends much over the summer, and they hadn't really wanted to tell the whole crazy club that they were together now, but they decided they should just get it over with.

Brittany stopped for a second, and Santana felt the pull on her hand as she tried to move forward. She took a step backward, and looked at Brittany, who suddenly looked slightly scared.

"Hey, are you ok? We don't have to do this if you're not ready. We can just let go of each other's hands and go as friends; no one will know the difference." Santana hoped she sounded comforting, but now that she'd gotten herself prepared, she really didn't want to go back.

"No, I'm ready. We need to do this. Just—" she hesitated, trying to phrase it properly. "Can we just go easy on Artie? I don't want to flaunt that we're together too much. He took it really hard when we broke up."

"Of course," Santana leaned in and kissed Brittany on her cheek. "I love how considerate you are."

"I like being the considerate one. I wouldn't be good at being the mean one. If anyone tries to say anything bad to us, I get to leave that to you."

"If anyone says anything today, I'll shove their heads in the pool filter." Santana said, sounding much more confident than she felt.

Mike and Tina were playing Chicken against Rachel and Finn when they first came in, and Puck was having some sort of cannonball contest with Lauren. Artie was sitting on the side of the pool with his legs in the water, and his wheelchair was sitting next to him. Mercedes and Quinn were sunbathing in lounge chairs, and Blaine was trying to coax Kurt from out of several layers of sunscreen and umbrellas and hats, apparently trying to convince him that a few hours in the sun wouldn't permanently ruin her porcelain skin.

Kurt gave them a knowing look when they walked out onto the pool deck, and Blaine actually winked at them, but no one else seemed to notice any difference in the girls at first.

The girls took off the sundresses they were wearing over their bathing suits, and got in slowly at the shallow end. Santana was just enjoying standing so close to Brittany while they were both wearing so little (even if they were in the middle of nearly a dozen other people), when Puck swam over to them.

"Ladies," He greeted them with a slight leer. "Would either of you be interested in being my partner for Chicken? I wanted to play when the game started, but Lauren says she'll only play with me if I'm on top."

"Wanky," Santana narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow. "But that's way more than I ever needed to know about your sex life with Zizes."

"I think I'd rather be Santana's Chicken," Brittany says before Puck has a chance to comment. "Or would you be my Chicken?" Brittany turned to Santana, trying to grasp the rules of the game, despite the fact that they'd both played before with previous boyfriends.

"You know, we have enough experience with pyramids that we could probably take most of the other couples here, no matter who was whose Chicken." Santana said with a joking smile.

Puck groaned, "I'll never get to play if you are a team!"

"I can be Lauren's Chicken if you really want to play that badly!"

"You'd better be a good partner, Barbie" Lauren said, suddenly appearing behind Puck. Santana couldn't figure out how someone so big could move so swiftly.

"Am I a good partner, Santana?" Brittany asked.

"The best," Santana pressed a quick kiss to Brittany's temple before turning to Lauren and telling her "If you drop her, I will end you."

Still, no one noticed anything was different. Was everyone just oblivious, or had they already accepted Brittany and Santana being together?

Santana and Puck quickly toppled Rachel and Finn, and Rachel threw some sort of Diva fit which Santana ignored as both her team and Brittany's closed in on Mike and Tina. Tina got a terrified look in her eyes, and leaned down to whisper something in Mike's ear; they promptly forfeitted the game.

Then, Lauren turned towards them with a murderous look in her eyes, while Brittany, atop her shoulders, just smiled sweetly.

Santana nudged Puck in the side with her heel, and then bent down and said, under her breath, "Put up a good fight, but we're gonna throw this."

"What? You're crazy." Was Puck's indignant response, but throw it they did. And Lauren threw Puck. Apparently it was a celebration of some kind, but after winning, she picked up her hulking, muscled boyfriend and threw him across the pool like he was a rag doll. He came up with both fists in the air, apparently into it. They were a weird couple, but whatever, they worked.

Brittany had been deposited on the side of the pool before the Puck-throwing had occured, and was now sitting on the side near the shallow end with her legs in the pool, much like Artie had been earlier. He'd gotten Quinn to help him move when the Chicken game started looking intense, and was now sitting under an umbrella near Kurt.

Santana ducked her head under, and swam underwater towards where Brittany was sitting. She popped up out of the water less than a foot in front of her, and Brittany looked surprised for a moment, but then smiled.

"I didn't see you coming, you surprised me." Brittany said, moving her a little further away from each other.

"Good surprise? Or Bad surprise?" Santana asked, standing directly in front of Brittany, between her legs, with her stomach pressed against the side of the pool, she wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist, which was directly in front of her thanks to the height difference provided by the pool.

"Good surprise. Always a good surprise," Brittany promised quietly, her legs coming back together, so her ankles hooked together behind Santana's back, and she leaned down and kissed Santana on the lips, still brief and relatively chaste, but still deeper than they'd ever kissed so publicly.

When their lips broke apart, they were mostly just staring into each other's faces, both with goofy grins on their faces, limbs still entangled together. It was quieter, though. The loud and boisterous Glee clubbers had been suddenly hushed to sharp whispers.

When Santana got over her terror and turned to see their faces, everyone was looking at them with various degrees of shock, confusion, and approval painted across their faces.

Finn (confusion), was the first to break the silence, with a very eloquent "Wait, are you two kissing each other, like, not just for guys now?"

"I don't think it was ever really just for guys, was it, Britt?" Brittany shook her head in agreement.

That was all that was said, perhaps all that needed to be said, until several hours later they Glee-clubbers were ravishing the dessert table that Rachel's dad's had set up.

"Brittany, tell your girlfriend to stop hogging all the m&ms!" Tina called, indignantly.

Brittany walked over to where Santana was seated in a lounge chair, holding the bowl defensively. She held out her arms, and Santana handed over the bowl with a scowl. Tina quickly snatched the bowl from Brittany, who sat down with her legs overtop of Santana's, and her arms around her neck.

"You're my girlfriend." Brittany whispered into Santana's ear. No one had ever called them that before, and they'd never used the label for themselves. They'd been hovering in that weird space in the threshold of the closet door, where they weren't actively hiding, but they weren't really out either. They'd been hesitant to use any sort of labels for what they were, but Tina had said it for them. Having someone else break the ice for that term had taken all of the pressure off. As soon as the words had left her lips, it had made perfect sense. Yeah, that's what we are. Girlfriends.

At the end of the night, before everyone left, someone (Rachel) thought it would be a good idea to take a picture of everyone trying to fit into the hot tub. The pictures turned out terribly, and the plan mostly only resulted in getting several people who had mostly dried off all wet again.

It was late when they left, but Santana had driven Brittany there, so she had to drive her home as well, and they at some point decided that Santana should probably just stay the night at Brittany's house. At this point, it would probably raise more suspicion to have Santana drive herself all the way home this late at night.

When they got back into Brittany's room, Santana was damp, and physically and emotionally exhausted. She just wanted to flop down onto the floor – or Brittany's bed, if she was lucky – and go to sleep. Brittany, however, seemed to have a different plan.

She took off the damp dress she was wearing as a cover-up, and looked down at her damp suit. "Drier," she asked, pointing towards her warm bed. "Or wetter?" she finished, pointing in the other direction, towards her bathroom.

Santana smiled and picked up her towel from her tote bag, "Wetter; always."

Brittany stepped into the bathroom, and Santana followed her in. Brittany leaned into the shower and turned on the water, before leaning back out and taking off her bikini. Santana did the same, as Brittany stepped into the shower in front of her.

Every bit of Brittany's body was smooth and firm and defined and perfect. Santana would never get tired of admiring it. It sent a special thrill through her this time, though, because it had been so long.

Santana cocked her head to the side and stared at her girlfriend's ass, "Oh, Ms. Pacman, how I've missed you" she said quietly before stepping into the shower after Brittany.

Once they were clean and dry once again, they lay snuggled together in Brittany's bed, enveloped in oversized t-shirts. It had been established that nothing more than sleep would be happening in bed after what had happened in the shower, and this was easier than someone sleeping on the floor.

Santana was drifting towards a heavy restful sleep when she heard Brittany's quiet voice, and felt its vibrations rumbling through her chest where her girlfriend's head lay.

"You know, I never really got the phrase 'coming out,' because it doesn't really feel like coming out, it felt like letting them in. Letting them in on our secret, yeah, but also letting them into our lives and our hearts just a little more. We're trusting them with something important, and maybe if we let them into our lives and our hearts, they'll let us into theirs, too."

"Mmm, yeah," was all Santana could say, before succumbing entirely to a deep and heavy sleep. There in Brittany' arms, her sleep that night was more truly restful than she'd had in ages.

A/N: So this is my first attempt at writing most of the other characters, and I don't think I have all their voices down yet, but hopefully it was OK. And we got to see Santana initiate emotional steps! Next chapter you;ll get to see Brittany initiate taking another step physically for the first time! Yay balance!