Just saw the end of season 2. Mini rant is now a go: Brittana is not officially on yet. It's the end of the season, and we've been patiently waiting through episodes of this dragging storyline, and now, it's still not fully resolved. Maybe there would have been time to resolve it, had the writers STOPPED FOCUSING SO DAMN MUCH ON FINCHEL AND SHUESTER. But no, because Finn, Rachel and Will are the best! Oh well, I give Rachel a pass because I still like her, but still, too much attention. Season three better cut the crap with all this Finchel stuff. Face it, writers, THEY ARE NOT INTERESTING! But hey, you know that bi-curious ditzy blonde and that confused about her sexuality lesbian who's bitchy? Hmmmm, maybe they should be together already instead of focusing everything on, you guessed it, FINCHEL. I need to be a writer on Glee. NAO

Okay, one little thing, just in case, make sure you've read First Christmas before this. Someone mentioned not getting alerted to this, and it may have happened to you. So double check the chapters if you haven't read First Christmas.

MY ICON IS OF SCOTT PILGRIM. HE IS IN A POUTY MOOD. FEAR HIM.

So, recently, I haven't been in my normal Gleeky mood :/ Plus I've been a bit depressed seeing as my friend is moving away to Texas and now I can barely see her :( So I've been kinda dry on updates. Plus, just got back from a three day field trip from Chicago, so that also contributed too. But I'm back with more Brittana, so calm your crazy asses down. I didn't forget about you sexy Squirtles. OMFG I'M TOTALLY CALLING YOU GUYS THAT NOW!

School is coming soooooooo close to being over! I want mah Summerness, NAO. Then I'll have all the time in the world to update for you sexy Squirtles (I wasn't kidding, that's your new name), since I'm one of those people who usually just hang out and chill for Summers instead of doing anything cool XP

And to all the Catcake fangirls (BTW, Catcake loves her fans), there's lots of Catcake in this chapter ^_^

Santana sometimes wondered if some omnipotent being had it out for her. She was currently on Brittany's bed, making out with, who else, Brittany. But this time, something was different. Santana was on the bed while Brittany was on top of her. Usually during these make out sessions, Santana made out with Brittany while the blonde was under her. She liked being on top, but this time, Brittany had suddenly flipped her over and took control, becoming the dominant force behind the kissing.

As much as Santana loved being on top during their make outs, she had to admit this was turning her on, a lot. She might even go as far to say that she preferred being on the bottom. But since Santana was loving this so much, it obviously couldn't last that long. Just as Brittany was about to do that amazing motion with her tongue where she flicked it, there was thud from downstairs. Santana could barely hear it, but apparently, it was loud enough to alert the blonde and make her stop kissing her.

"What was that?" Brittany asked worriedly.

"Who cares?" Santana scoffed. She then reached up to cup Brittany's face in her hands to lean in for another kiss, but Brittany hopped off the bed.

The blonde stood there, quivering with fear. "What if it's like…some serial killer breaking in? Mom and Dad aren't here. That means we're easy targets!" Brittany began hyperventilating, clutching her chest. "Oh my God, we're gonna die!"

Santana rolled her eyes and groaned, rolling out of bed. "Please, we're fine. It's probably Catcake knocking something over. No big deal. Now, back to the kissi- - -"

"Go check downstairs!" Brittany squeaked out.

Santana stared at her, confused. "Um…excuse me?"

Brittany's eyes darted from the bedroom door to her secret girlfriend. "Just…go downstairs and see what it is! I'll be right behind you. And if it's a burglar…you can beat him up or something!"

Santana sighed. "Brittany…" she began, exasperated. She really wasn't in the mood for this.

The blonde just pouted and looked at her frantically. "Please?" Brittany asked in a soft, tiny voice.

Santana held back a growl. "Fine…I'll go see what it freaking is," she said grumpily. Santana walked past a happy Brittany and opened the bedroom door. The Latina casually walked downstairs and into the living room, where the supposed thump probably took place. She looked around and saw no one. "Britt?"

A squeak came out from behind her and she turned to see Brittany, hiding near the stairs. "Is the burglar here?"

"There isn't a burglar," Santana groaned. "Just a random noise. Nothing to worry- - -"

Santana stopped when she heard a purring sound. She would've ignored it, but then she felt a furry creature coil itself about her legs. At first she thought it was Catcake looking for some affection (seeing as the cat had a tendency to be an attention whore), but when she looked down, she gave a little gasp of surprise. Catcake's familiar white fur was replaced with blackish brownish fur. And the cat was also very fat, so Santana knew right away that this was definitely not Catcake.

"Um…Britt?" Santana asked, confused. "Did you get another cat?"

"Please, feed me!" the obese cat begged, his tail swishing. "I haven't eaten in two hours! I don't want to starve!"

Brittany let out a little squeal when she saw the fat kitty coiled around her girlfriend's legs. "Look at him! He's so cute!"

The cat giggled nervously. "Uh, thanks."

"How'd he get in?" Santana asked. She wasn't sure if she should step away from him or not. She usually didn't like animals, and only played with Catcake because…well, can anyone resist that cat? But Santana liked the feeling of the cat's fur on her legs. It gave her a nice little tingly feeling. Santana looked around and answered her own question. "Duh, open window."

Brittany ran up behind Santana and quickly got to her knees, petting the cat's back lovingly. "San, look! Look! He doesn't even have a collar! Do you know what that means?" Santana shrugged, clueless about Brittany's true intentions. The blonde just rolled her eyes. "It means he doesn't have an owner, which means I can take care of him from now on!"

"I dunno," Santana said apprehensively. "What would your parents thi- - -"

Brittany stood up from petting the cat and stared at the Latina. "Who cares what they'd think? I want a kitty! I'll probably name him something awesome, like Lord Tubbington." The blonde pouted and crossed her arms, and Santana had to suppress a smile. Holy crap she was adorable.

"But you already have a kitty," Santana said.

Brittany shrugged. "Catcake's an awesome ninja and all, but I've always wanted a female and male kitty."

"Why?"

"So they can make other kitties, duh!"

There was a slight hiss from the other side of the room. The two girls looked to see Catcake, perched on the stairs. "I'm gonna make some what now?" she asked incredulously. "I may be sexually promiscuous and a sexy cat, but I'm not just gonna get it on with whoever just because you want cute kittens!"

Brittany beamed as she saw her cat. "Catcake, come and meet Lord Tub- - -" Brittany looked down. Tubbington was gone. Brittany gasped. "Where'd he go?" she cried, looking around frantically. "We've gotta find him!"

Santana released a groan. "Or maybe we could go back up to your room- - -"

"Good idea. I'll check upstairs in my room to see if he went there. You check the basement, and Catcake will check the kitchen! It'll be like an adventure!" Brittany said, the gears in her head turning as she devised her game plan. Before Santana could even speak, the blonde had become a blur and rushed upstairs, disappearing out of sight from the Latina.

Santana sighed. "Just fucking great." With that, she angrily stomped over towards the basement door and walked down into the darkness.

Now Catcake was all alone, and she was on a mission: find some cat dude. Simple enough, especially for someone of her awesomeness. She racked her brain for the detective skills she learned long ago. She listed off the things she knew about the cat she was searching. Recently named Lord Tubbington. Very fat. Kind of fluffy. Swishy tail. With her superior deduction skills, she deduced that he must be in the kitchen, due to his fatness.

Catcake strolled into the kitchen, looking around for the intruder. It wasn't long before Catcake found Lord Tubbington. The fat cat had knocked down a bag of Cheeto Puffs and now had his head inside the bag, munching away on the cheesy Puffs. Catcake decided it would be best if she kept the element of surprise on her side, so she sneakily used her ninja skills and ran around, ending up directly behind Tubbington. With one swift move, Catcake leapt and tackled Tubbington to the ground. The obese cat screamed and rolled over, causing Catcake to fall off of him. He stared at the cat in front of him.

"What was that for?" he asked, still pretty freaked out.

"Okay, listen up lard ass," Catcake began irritably.

"Don't call me that! I'm…sensitive," Tubbington said sadly.

"Whatever," Catcake muttered. "Anyway, my owner Brittany wants to keep you as a pet, which means you'll probably live with us."

Tubbington smiled. "Cool! Never had an owner before, and does this mean I get free food if I live here?"

Catcake nodded. "Yes it does, wide load." Tubbington frowned. Catcake went back to the subject. "Anyways, now that you'll probably be living with us, I'd like to set some ground rules, kay? One, you are my bitch from now on. I say something, you do it. Or I will hurt you. Two, you are not allowed to address me as Catcake, unless I say it's okay. You will call me boss lady, because that's what I am now, your boss. Three, if you ever cross me, I will beat the fur out of you. Four, Britt has named you Tubbington, but I shall call you either Tubs or something to do with your fatassery. Those are my rules, break them, and I break you."

Tubs gulped. "I will not break those rules…uh, boss lady. Just don't hurt me. I don't have the stamina to fight."

"With all that cellulite, I'm not surprised," Catcake said. "Ya know, I think this is the start of a beautiful dictatorship."

Tubs just laughed nervously. He'd never been so scared of a cat in his life.

Their conversation was cut short when they heard two sets of footsteps behind them. They turned to see Brittany and Santana walking into the kitchen. Santana looked irritated, probably because she was forced into looking around a dark basement. Brittany looked sad at first, probably because she hadn't found Tubbington, but when she saw her new fat cat, she beamed.

"Lord Tubbington!" Brittany squealed, rushing over to pick up the new kitty. "I've found you, and you have Cheeto Puffs on your face!" The blonde giggled as she wiped off crumbs from his whiskers. "You're my new kitty, because you're just awesome!"

If cats were capable of blushing, Tubs would be the reddest cat ever. "Thanks," he said, smiling. "As long as I get free food, I'll be happy."

Brittany just began hugging her new friend close to her chest, while Catcake began grumbling under her breath. "Lucky bastard, gets that close to her boobs on the first effing day," the cat mumbled. Tubs just sighed with content as his new blonde owner petted him behind his ears, which felt heavenly.

Brittany put Tubs back down on the floor, and was about to pet him some more, when Santana grabbed a hold of her hand. Brittany gave her girlfriend a confused gaze. "What?"

"You, me, couch, now," Santana said. Before Brittany could even retaliate, Santana pulled her towards her and crashed her lips to the blonde's own lips. Brittany let out a muffled moan as Santana's tongue entered her mouth. On one hand, Brittany wanted to stop and go play with her new cat, but on the other hand…super hot girlfriend. It was an easy choice.

Catcake walked over and plopped down on the floor near the couch, watching the girlfriends intently. Tubs walked up next to her and began watching the blonde and the Latina as well. "Holy crap, they're dating?" he asked.

"Yup. And it's pretty much like this every day," Catcake said in a wistful tone. "I get to see two hot young girls make out all the time. This is my life. I couldn't be happier."

Tubs nodded, letting out a nervous laugh. He was feeling kind of awkward, watching two girls make out. Not that he was grossed out (quite the opposite), just that this was his first time seeing a serious make out session. "This is kind of awesome," Tubs muttered.

Catcake laughed. "I know right?"

Brittany and Santana continued making out, groaning and grinding, their kissing becoming more heated each second. Just as Brittany slid a hand up Santana's shirt, there was a knock on the door. Sadly, the two girls didn't hear it. Another knock went unheard by the two girls. They didn't hear the front door creak open, and they didn't hear the familiar voice call out, "Brittany?" And they especially didn't hear the footsteps that were getting near them.

"Whoa," a new voice said. "Um…sorry, I didn't mean…what…er…uh…"

Brittany and Santana quickly broke apart and their jaws dropped when they looked who was in the house.

There stood Mike Chang, their best friend…and now he knew.

HOLY DIET SNAPPLE!

Mike knows…yep.

Don't even lie. You have to tell the truth. You can't deny it. You can't deny the fact that every single one of you now ship Catcake/Tubbington. I know it, you know, everybody knows it, so just be honest about it :P IT SHALL BE KNOWN AS CUBBINGTON.

I seem to love writing scenes of Catcake being turned on by Brittana make out sessions :D lol

Again, sorry for the long time it took to update. Like I said, stuff got in the way, so sorry. I still love you guys! ^_^ Except you! -points-

Next chapter, First Explanation: Brittany and Santana find themselves in a very awkward situation as they are now forced to explain their relationship to Mike. And Catcake is gonna have a ball watching it all go down.