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You can't make me dance around
but your two-step makes my chest pound
but just lay me down
as you float into that shimmer light
- Scissor Sisters
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''This neighborhood looks like a set from Leave It To Fucking Beaver.''
''You've never seen an episode of Leave It To Beaver in your life.''
''Uh, excuse you woman, I know my TV Land classics thank you very much.''
Standing on a sidewalk Santana and Brittany bantered and eyed a beautiful suburban street up and down, taking in the perfectly manicured lawns and fuel efficient cars. Even though it was late afternoon Santana was still recovering from the previous evening's trip to Babylon.
She and Brittany hadn't gotten in til the wee hours of the morning after they had spent several hours out dancing Brian and Justin. Which, honestly in her humble opinion, was not difficult to do. Justin might have had Pierce DNA in him and could bust a decent move but he could never quite keep up with Britt or even Santana herself. Brian, while not entirely horrible, was still easily the least skilled dancer between the four of them. It left both she and Brittany flabbergasted.
''For Justin's sake I really hope Brian is better in bed than he is on the dance floor because if this is any indication of how he moves his body...good lord no,'' Santana had quietly remarked to Brittany who took pity on the man and had wiggled her way over to share a couple of dances with Brian in an attempt to impart some moves on him. Santana danced with Justin as they watched on and by the end of the night concluded that the blonde girl's attempts...were only mildly successful.
Today though they had finally made concrete plans to hang out with Melanie and Lindsay for a double date. She and Brittany had just arrived at the other couple's new neighborhood and decided to take a few minutes to admire their surroundings.
Brittany had been the one who suggested they meet early at the couple's new house. She said she wanted to meet the Peterson-Marcus kids, Gus and Jenny. Why Brittany wanted to meet the monsters she had no clue but here they were.
''Are you excited?'' Brittany asked as they started up the front path.
''To hit up our first girl bar tonight with Lindsay and Mel? Uh yeah,'' Santana laughed and made to gesture to her body, indicating her skin tight dress and heels.
She was aware that she herself was more than just a little overdressed for casual drinks at a casual bar, but that wasn't the point. The point was, it was a girl bar. A real girl bar. Full of girls. Girls. Girls like her. Girls like Brittany.
And all of this, all of this aching and waiting and figuring herself out and getting to the point of being ready had finally gotten her here. She was only an hour or so away from walking - head high, shoulders back - into a place she never thought she would ever be brave enough to grace.
''I'm excited to check out the bar too,'' Brittany carried on, ''but I meant are you excited to meet Lindsay and Mel's kids. Did you know that Brian is Gus' bio dad and Michael is Jenny's?''
''Gross. You know I find it irresponsible that Michael be allowed to pass down his hobbit genes to a younger generation, that's how Rachel Berrys come into existence. What if his splooge is still being stored and used by sperm banks. I'm like 90% certain that if you and I went all Mulder and Scully on this we'd probably find a paper trail that proves Michael and Rachel share hobbit DNA,'' Santana ranted wickedly and spurred on by Brittany silently cracking up at her words she continued, ''And as for Brian being someone's bio dad - just fucking ew.''
Brittany gave her a playful swat in the side. ''I've seen pictures though, the kids are super cute and they gotta be smart cause their parents are Lindsay and Melanie, right.''
''I guess.'' Santana shrugged, she hadn't given it much thought and saw no reason why she should. She really wasn't in the mood to get all cuddly and sing-songy with Mel and Lindsay's spawn but she was game to wait it out while Brittany did so if it got them all moving and out for their double date night.
They made their way to the front stoop and after ringing the bell Lindsay and Mel opened the door and invited them in. She and Brittany had just walked into the foyer when two young children came scampering through, apparently in the middle of an intense game of chase. With their superior mom-reflexes Melanie and Lindsay each hooked an arm out, wrangling both of their children to stand before them.
''Santana, Brittany, this is Gus and Jenny,'' Lindsay said and nodded down to indicate her children who were playfully wiggling about in their attempts to escape.
''Gus, Jenny, this is Santana and Brittany,'' Melanie finished the introductions.
Gus was a cute little thing with puppy dog eyes and long, pretty lashes. He was several inches taller than his younger sister Jenny who herself had the buttoniest button nose ever. The kids gave the girls quiet hellos and then together made a dash, running away from their parents and into the living room where they continued to play chase with each other, zooming around mazes made from furniture and moving boxes that had yet to be opened.
The Peterson-Marcus household looked a little chaotic, but then Santana supposed a certain amount of chaos had to come along when relocating an entire family to a new home.
''Sorry about the mess,'' Lindsay began with a sigh.
''Today's been a bit of a challenge,'' added Melanie. ''We're still settling in here.''
Lindsay and Melanie looked a little frazzled then as they explained that because their sitter was running late they hadn't had a chance to clean up and get ready for their night out just yet. They just needed a little extra time to get their kids settled down and for the sitter to show they said but assured them both they were going to give them a night out.
And that's when Brittany had the mother of all bad ideas.
''We could help,'' Brittany chirped happily as she turned and watched Jenny tackle her older brother Gus into a stack of pillows. ''I have a younger sister so I have a little experience wrangling hyper kids. If you want you two could get cleaned up and changed and do what you need to do and me and Santana can hang out with Gus and Jenny out here.''
''Really?'' Melanie asked.
Lindsay raised her eyebrows with a look of relief and gratitude. ''Don't say that unless you mean it,'' she warned lightheartedly.
''Totally mean it,'' Brittany reassured. ''Right Santana?''
''Pshhhhhhh,'' Santana began to make a silly dismissive, count-me-out noise.
''She agrees!'' Brittany stepped forward towards the married couple and began nudging them to the staircase. ''San and I totally got this, don't worry. You two go get yourselves ready, take a shower, take a nap, take a break, do whatever. Me and Santana will entertain the kids in the meantime.''
Lindsay and Melanie didn't need much convincing and after reminding the kids that they'd just be upstairs if needed, they went to relax and prepare themselves for the evening. This of course left Santana and Brittany standing in the living area doorway alone in the presence of two young children who it seemed had taken refuge in a makeshift fort they had made together which consisted of several boxes, giant throw pillows and a bed sheet or two.
''Well good luck!'' Santana said and made as if she were leaving, only to have Brittany gently yank her back to her side.
''I thought we were doing this together,'' Brittany laughed.
''Uh no, you volunteered for the both of us, I agreed to no such thing. This,'' Santana gestured to the room, the makeshift fort and the kids within it, ''is all you. I'm going to be sitting in that room over there working on my nails and/or playing Words With Friends with Daphne.''
''Santana, this'll be fun. Kids love you.''
''Well I don't love them. In fact I hate them. I hated kids even when I was a kid. I remember being five and yelling at the neighborhood kids to 'stay off my lawn' like an angry bitter old man waving a cane.''
''But you can't hate all kids,'' said Brittany, ''you totally have a soft spot for my younger sister.''
''Wuh sure yeah, but that's because she's just a pocket sized you,'' Santana pffted, ''obviously she's amazing and hilarious. But totally rando kids? Not a fan.''
Brittany made a small noise, as if not quite buying all of her puffing.
''It's just for a little while, until Mel and Linds are ready. Pleeeeaaase, for me,'' Brittany quietly sang as she took one of Santana's hands and began to gently swing it between them all adorable like.
Santana tried to remain deadpan and unmoved but damn it all, it was hard to say no to cute girls, especially if said girl was named Brittany.
''Fine,'' Santana said, giving in, ''but this bar we're hitting up tonight is supposed to have a dance floor and just so you know this means that once we get on it your ass is mine .''
Brittany raised a shoulder as if to say big deal. ''My ass is yours every night.''
They made their way into the living area and stood just outside of the children's fort where the kids, hidden from sight by bed sheets, remained quiet. Suspiciously quiet, Santana thought. Too quiet.
''So what do we do with them?'' Santana asked and wrinkled up her nose. ''What are kids about these days? What do we even talk about with them? Current events? Politics? The injustice of forced nap times?''
''Just interact with them like you interact with my sister,you can do that.''
''I don't know. Your sister has the Pierce imagination and attitude which I love...but what if these kids are basic?''
''Don't call little kids basic, they're kids.''
''I do what I want,'' Santana teased with a smile.
Brittany simply shook her head and allowed herself to project a little more as she began to address the kids inside the fort. ''Hey Gus, Jenny, it's Brittany and Santana, your moms new friends. They went upstairs for a bit and we were hoping you guys could entertain us for awhile…..''
They responded with silence and Santana sighed but Brittany just pressed on, attempting to engage.
''I see you have some board games and toys out here. Not to toot my own horn but I'm sorta boss at Twister and Hungry Hungry Hippos. Maybe you could come out and play them with us?'' Brittany encouraged, but again only got silence. She tossed a look to Santana who shrugged, at a loss for suggestions. ''Or you could just stay in your fort too, it's up to you.''
And again they got silence in return.
Santana exhaled in relief. If the kids were going to keep to themselves hidden away in their little fort that was fine by her. There would be no hassle and she and Britt could just sit it out while Mel and Linds got ready. She wouldn't have to deal or touch any boogery, soiled little kids. But, she did feel a pang of sadness when Brittany's shoulders sank in disappointment. The blonde on the other hand had really wanted to horse around with the little ones.
''Maybe they're just shy around new people or something.''
''Mmm,'' Brittany made a soft, sad noise.
''Hey,'' Santana gently bumped her shoulder, ''if you want, I could play Twister with you.''
Brittany smirked. ''It probably wouldn't be appropriate if you and I played our version of that game in close proximity to kids. Nay on naked Twister.''
Santana sighed with exaggerated as if greatly wounded by Brittany's disinterest. ''I guess that rules out naked Hungry Hungry Hippos too,'' she joked.
If the kids weren't in the mood to play she was going to do her best to distract and amuse her girlfriend. Anything to chase away the hint of sadness all over Brittany's features.
Of course it was then that they heard the loud determined screams of the two children who came rushing out of their fort with little foam dart blasters in hand, spraying both girls with soft bright yellow foamy ammo that stuck to their clothing.
She and Brittany disentangled from each other in order to flap their hands about in some lame attempt to protect themselves. The kids, it seemed, were on the attack and began laughing their heads off when Santana and Brittany began loudly screaming and squeaking in response. They twirled and wiggled around but it was futile, where ever they ran the kids ran after. Behind a couch, on the other side of a coffee table, around a bookshelf, it didn't matter the kids were on a mission and the soft darts were never ending.
Little Jenny and Gus were ruthless, though when Brittany's squeaking eventually turned into rapid machine gun laughter they gave her a break. The blonde seemed to be enjoying being the target now and it simply wasn't as fun for the kids if she wasn't at least fighting it. They then turned all of their focus on Santana who was on the verge of tears despite the fact that the toy darts had no real physical impact on her.
''What is going on! Wah-stahp!'' Santana yelped and squealed as she desperately tried to protect her head and face from the toy darts. ''Please not the hair, anything but the hair! Brittany!''
After enduring the children's attack for several moments Santana went down into a huge stack of overstuffed throw pillows on the floor. Unfortunately now that she was stationary it made her an even easier target and the children zeroed in on her. Thankfully she had a chivalrous honorable girlfriend and Brittany threw her body on top of hers to take the completely nonexistent impact of the soft darts.
And then for a brief moment time seemed to move in slow motion like they were in an action movie and they were the two romantic will-they-won't-they leads in a dire situation, except it was toy ammo flying all around them wildly and instead of movie villains they were captured by two children under the age of ten.
Brittany's ass took at least a dozen foam darts before fire ceased and the children grumbled and threw down their now ammo-less blasters. Brittany flopped off of Santana to lay beside her. They both looked to the kids standing before them who then suddenly jumped on top of them to bounce, tickle and poke at both she and Brittany in a silly, playful manner, joshing around with them. Try as she might, Santana couldn't not laugh when tiny hands tickled her sides and neck and belly. Brittany was piled under the kids as well but somehow managed to be the one to first stand up and take control of the entire situation.
''Okay, you got us,'' Brittany said to the kids as she stood and pulled both of them off of Santana.
''Sneaky little devils,'' Santana said lightheartedly as she picked herself up and began plucking the foam darts off of her outfit. She kind of had to admire their needless and totally unnecessary rampage, kids showed spunk.
''So now that you have our attention and we all have a little time to waste here, how about you cease attack and play with us?'' Brittany looked to each of the children.
''Wait, you're for reals going to play with us?'' Gus' eyes lit up with possibility of having two new playmates.
''Fo' realsies?'' Jenny also asked with a slight lisp due to her toddler speak.
Brittany nodded and smiled down at them, while Santana plucked a stray dart from the fabric covering her ass and dropped the tiny piece of foamy ammo to the ground.
Gus and Jenny leapt into rapid speech as they both began pulling out games and toys and shoving them in front of Santana and Brittany. The energetic brother and sister excitedly throwing out one idea after another and bickered and pouted at each other, unable to agree on what to play with next.
''Hey, I have an idea. How about we play one of my favorite games?'' Brittany suggested as she pulled out her phone and tapped at the screen. A song began playing from the device and she went about placing both kids into position, moving them a few feet apart and making sure there were plenty of pillows surrounding them.
''What are you doing?'' Santana asked her quietly out of the side of her mouth.
''Trust me, these kids look like they have a lot of pent up energy. I'm just gonna help them focus and burn it off. Watch,'' Brittany answered just as quietly before turning to speak to the kids again, ''Alright, Jenny, Gus, this is a little game I made up with my sister called Show Me Your Moves.''
Jenny raised her little hand like she was in a classroom and waiting to be called on. ''How do you play?''
''It's simple, all you gotta do is dance like your life depends on it.''
''Dance?'' Gus wrinkled his nose slightly.
''Yeah dance, who doesn't love to dance?'' Brittany continued. Little Jenny nodded eagerly while her older brother just shrugged. ''I love to move, Santana loves to move. Jenny do you like to move?''
''I do like to move,'' Jenny said, toeing the floor wistfully.
''I see no reason you shouldn't want to play Gus...that is, unless you have no moves,'' Brittany teased.
''What! I got moves!'' The boy exclaimed in his defense. ''I so got moves. I got more moves than my sister.''
''Nuh-uh!'' Jenny shouted back, not about to take that harmless jab lying down.
''Yuh-huh!''
''Nuh-uh!''
''Yuh-huh!''
''Then prove it,'' Brittany declared, turning the music volume up on her phone and setting it down. ''Show me your moves. We're going to go around in a circle and each person has to make up a dance move that we all have to learn. The sillier the better. In fact, the lamer the better. I want you guys to think of the strangest, goofiest moves possible. You think you can do that?''
The kids smiled and nodded with glee, looking like sweet little chubby cheeked bobbleheads.
''First one to run out of moves and stop dancing is out, last man or woman standing is the ultimate dance champ. Gus, you start us off.''
And just like that, the kids went at it. Set to the music Gus did a funny little hip thrusty-shoulder wiggly move that Jenny then mimicked along with Brittany. The move was absolutely ridiculous and spasmy but Brittany made it look even more so, jutting her limbs about awkwardly on purpose which had the kids giggling away. Then it was Jenny's turn and the little girl did some spinny finger-pointy jig which Gus and Brittany tried to follow. And that's how it went for a good twenty minutes.
One would make up a dance move and the others would imitate it, with Brittany of course adding a goofy, flailing slant to each of them to get the kids to laughing. They both quickly became in awe of Brittany, picking up on her sense of silly, loving the way she embellished and went the extra mile to ham it up.
Santana stood nearby watching the scene before her. It was kind of hard not to smile at them, but regardless of how cute Brittany was Santana still put up a little bit of a fight when her girlfriend suggested she come and join their little dance party.
Santana shook her head at that.
''Please. I want you to show the kids that dance you do,'' Brittany encouraged, waving her to come over.
''What dance?''
''You know that dance! That little jig you sometimes do! You know the one that's super cute and dorky.''
''Dorky?'' Santana gasped.
''Super dorky. It's like...'' Brittany then began a silly little hoppy dance move where she bounced around on the balls of her feet while jerking one of her arms back and forth rapidly. It looked like she was trying to kill a bug while also attempting to stab something with a fireplace poker. Her version of Santana's dance was a little stilted and strange.
Gus and Jenny watched her for a second before trying to mimic her awkward moves.
''First of all that dance is not dorky, Britt, okay,'' Santana began firmly, her little ego wounded being thought of as such, ''and second of all...you're doing it like all wrong. You're moving your shoulders too much and flapping the wrong hand. If you're going to teach them my signature dance move you gotta do it right.''
''Then why don't you come over and show us.''
Santana narrowed her eyes playfully. ''Don't think I don't know what you're doing.''
''Why, whatever do you mean.'' Brittany played innocent.
Santana stepped forward and tapped the side of Brittany's ass lightly as she came to stand beside her in front of the kids.
''Alright you two,'' Santana announced and stepped out of her heels, ''Britt here is the best dancer in the world, hands down, but there's one move that she's never been able to do like I can. So gets ready because I am about to show you both my personal signature Santana dance.'' The kids immediately hushed and looked up to her, widening their eyes in anticipation as if she were about to share with them a mystery of the universe. ''I don't teach this move to just anyone though but Britt here seems to think you guys are worthy of learning my signature jig so. Do you want to do it?''
Jenny and Gus nodded and hopped in place, eager for her to continue.
''Before I do though,'' Santana said slowly and carefully to the kids, her voice going soft and playful, ''you have to promise to use this dance move wisely. You can't just bust it out any ol' time. It has to be reserved for special occasions like dance offs and elaborate musical numbers which in Britt and mine's experience occur pretty often in high school.''
''Listen to The Disney Channel and watch High School Musical,'' Brittany said half jokingly to the tykes, ''it'll prepare you for what's to come.''
''Let's start.''
Santana then began to do her funny little wiggly jig in front of the kids who hooted in laughter. Seeing someone who at first glance appeared airy and uninterested in them suddenly start dancing like a silly cartoon character for them put them at ease. They watched her for a few moments before jumping in to mimic her.
''Okay...like that...yes!'' Santana laughed as the kids began bouncing around her and Brittany. ''Keep moving your feet exactly like that! You got it! Now add your right hand like this.''
Santana then made quick little jabby motions with her hand as she bobbed around and once again the kids watched carefully before trying to follow her moves.
''Like this?'' Jenny asked, looking up at Santana as she danced her little body around.
''Totally, you have it,'' Santana answered, giving the girl a high five.
''What about me? Am I doing it right?'' Gus asked as he cutely hopped.
''Yep. You even do it better than Brittany,'' Santana said and threw the boy a friendly little wink.
''Hey!'' Brittany scoffed. ''I'm not that bad at your signature dance.''
''Babe, I love you but you looked like a malfunctioning robot when you try to do my dance,'' Santana teased.
Brittany opened her mouth in shock and then immediately went about doing Santana's dance harder and more intensely, joining Jenny and Gus as they danced around Santana.
She didn't know why, it wasn't like she was trying or anything, but Santana found that somewhere in the middle of it all, between showing the kids her silly signature little hoppy jig and teaching them both how to deliver the most perfect, intimidating sneer if ever they should need to put some ''punk ass kid in his or her place'' at daycare, both Gus and Jenny had taken to her almost just as quickly as they had to Brittany.
Their delighted squeals tickled her ears in...a wonderful sort of way that she had to admit wasn't entirely unbearable.
And when they took a break so the kids could rehydrate with a couple of juice boxes only for Gus to accidentally spill his all over her front? Santana barely even flinched. He winced and immediately apologized and if it had been anyone else, maybe she would have huffed and puffed and bitched out the person, but after spending time with the children, some tiny closed off compartment of her heart suddenly opened.
And that's when Brittany had her second brilliant idea of the evening: to raid Mel and Lindsay's closet.
Once Jenny and Gus' sitter arrived Santana and Brittany began walking up the stairs in order to go in search of couple's bedroom.
''You had fun,'' Brittany sang under her breath.
''Did not.''
''You did, you had fun with Jenny and Gus.''
''Shut up, stop lying,'' Santana laugh-scoffed. ''Anyway I only did it because you were totally trying to teach them my dance and getting it all wrong. I wasn't playing with them, I was just there to make sure my signature move - which I am in the process of having copyrighted by the way I have you know - was done correctly. Couldn't have you tarnishing my image and legacy like that. So!''
''Right of course,'' Brittany hummed and saw right through her hubris and planted a single, tiny kiss on Santana's cheek.
''What was that for?'' Santana raised an eyebrow, warmed at the gesture.
''Nothing,'' Brittany shrugged and turned around so that she was walking up the stairs backwards, hopping each step energetically until they reached the second level.
It only took them a knock or two to locate the master bedroom where Mel opened the door and smiled at them.
''Your sitter is here but we kind of had a situation. Santana had an accident,'' Brittany began, waving to the wet front of Santana's outfit.
''Not potty trained yet?'' Melanie teased which a chuckle.
Santana gave her a forced, false oh-ha-ha face before brushing past the lawyer and making for their wardrobe. ''Ugh. Not that kind of accident. One of your kids spilled juice all down my dress. I'm raiding your closet.''
''Wow, you guys look mega hot,'' Brittany said, walking in after Santana and eyeing Mel and Lindsay who still both had what it took to turn heads, especially when they were dressing for a night out.
''Thanks,'' Lindsay beamed. ''Sorry we've took so long. We hope the kids weren't too much of a handful. They're usually quite calm but something about the move has them riled up for the last few days.''
''They were perfect angels,'' Brittany beamed.
''Those perfect angels shot us in the ass with toys,'' Santana hollered from somewhere in the depths of Lindsay and Melanie's combined closet.
She was currently in the process of wrecking it, pulling down hangers, throwing outfits to the side, dropping random items all over the floor and making a mess as she searched for an outfit to borrow so she could shuck aside her ruined one.
''She loves them,'' Brittany whispered to the parents, being very careful not to be overheard by Santana.
While the older couple walked about their bedroom putting on earrings and applying the finishing touches to their make up Santana finally came to the conclusion that nothing here looked like it would work on her body. Lindsay's wardrobe simply wouldn't do because she like Brittany had a slightly taller, larger athletic frame and while Melanie was petite like Santana her chest size was much smaller thus making many of her outfits ill fitting to an uncomfortable degree.
She had practically pulled each and every article of clothing off of its hanger and she now stared at a giant mountain of clothes at her feet, frustrated.
''Thank you for making a mess by the way,'' Melanie sighed as she went about cleaning it all up.
''You're very welcome, but I still haven't found anything to change into and I am not about to roll up in the club wearing apple juice.''
''What about this?'' Brittany said as she bend down and sifted through to pull out a top. It was a small red and black flannel, very much looking like the one Santana had sported during glee for Sing. ''You could probably make this work.''
''Um no,'' Santana wrinkled her nose.
''Why not?''
''Because we're going to a club and I plan to kill and I can't do that wearing flannel.''
''What's wrong with flannel?'' Lindsay asked in mock outrage.
''Just no,'' Santana deadpanned. ''Santana Lopez is too hot to rock flannel.''
''You've worn flannel before,'' Brittany reminded her.
''But that was for glee and it wasn't out in public.''
Brittany quickly found snug jeans and a trendy pair of boots to go along with the patterned top and pushed the items into her hands. ''Just try it on.''
In the end it wasn't like Santana had very much to choose from because of her size and it did beat making a trip back to the loft for one of her own outfits. Stepping out in Melanie's clothes and boots she decided that maybe, just maybe it was strangely fitting to wear flannel to her first girl bar. Like a right of passage or some shit, she thought to herself.
Once she donned the new outfit and saw Brittany's reaction to it she immediately warmed up to her newly acquired apparel.
''Jesus take the wheel,'' Brittany quietly whispered to herself, her eyes landing and staying on Santana's flannel covered breasts. The button up stretched perfectly over them. On Melanie the article of clothing might have been loose and cozy, but on Santana it was fitted, hugging her bust and every inch of her stomach. ''Wow. I mean-I don't even-I need to sit down.'' Brittany blinked rapidly as she took a seat on the edge of the bed and swallowed audibly. ''Your boobs look amazing.''
''My boobs always look amazing.''
''Of course, but they look extra yummy in flannel.''
Santana tried not show her amusement. ''Admit it, you only want me to wear this because you have some weird lady lumberjack roleplay you want us to do,'' she accused her, walking past Brittany to make her way to Mel and Lindsay who were standing about at a mirror.
''No!'' Brittany scoffed loudly before thinking on it and quietly adding, ''okay, maybe. Regardless you do look mega hot. Trust me, this is so working for me right now.''
''Whatever I'm over it. And in some weird roundabout way I guess it's fitting that I make my grand entrance tonight wearing the traditional ancient garb of my people.'' Santana checked herself out in a mirror nearby and had to agree with Brittany's praise.
There really was something about flannel covered boobs.
Once they were all ready they made their way down and were greeted by the sight of little Gus and Jenny in the process of teaching their forty-something year old babysitter Santana's signature dorky dance jig.
''Mom! Mommy! Look!'' Gus grinned as he danced alongside his little sister.
''Santana showed-ed us this!'' Jenny added.
Together and in sync with each other the two tiny siblings did the adorkable dance with their sitter, performing for their mothers who burst out laughing at their children's excitement.
''That's amazing!'' Melanie praised them, bending down to their level to lay kisses on top of their heads.
''You and Gus are going to have to teach me and mommy that move,'' Lindsay told her daughter.
The married couple then took a few minutes to say goodbye to their kids. It was after that Brittany and Santana approached the two tykes, giving each of them a high five.
''Show your babysitter all of your other moves too,'' Brittany urged.
''Gus, Jenny, it's been real,'' Santana said with a wink, tapping each of their noses before departing.
They then began for the front door, following Lindsay and Melanie out.
''You so love them,'' Brittany sang once more under her breath.
''I so don't,'' Santana sang right back.
And yet, she couldn't stop herself from turning back for one last glance at the kids as they danced her signature dance. Grins stretched across their adorable little mugs.
Nope, she tried to convince herself as she felt her lips twitching into a genuine smile, Santana Lopez hated kids.
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A/N: trying to get back in my groove with this story which is still very much alive in my heart. I think I'm going to start making the chapters shorter, so maybe updates will be a little more frequent. So with that thought I've decided to hold off uploading the second part of Britt and Santana's night out with Mel and Linds until next week. So that's already written and coming…
Also, I'm looking for a beta, so if anyone is interested please hit me up. I'm yourstreetserenade on tumblr and 9minutemark on twitter if anyone feels like poking at me ^_^ for the beta position or for funs.
As always thanks for reading.
(Oh and boobs really do look more yummy in flannel ;)