Santana grabbed Brittany's hand tightly as they walked around the large ballroom turned art gallery. Although they had made up after their argument, there was still a weird vibe floating around. They and spent time with Jenny then gone out with Puck and Mercedes after that. Brittany had insisted they spend the night having fun with their friends.

"We can leave in like an hour," Santana told her girlfriend. They were standing in front of a large painting that was just a bunch of colorful swirls and lines. It was a mess but beautiful at the same time.

Brittany cocked her head and continued to look at the painting in front of her. She liked the colors but wasn't sure what she was supposed be looking at. "This is why I like pictures," Brittany said, "You see a picture of what you see. Like, what does this mean?"

"I think it's supposed to represent that life is chaotic but beautiful at the same time," Santana explained.

"That's exactly what I tried to convey."

Brittany and Santana turned around to see Sue standing there with a smug smile. Brittany gave the evil lady a small wave.

"Hello Sue," Santana greeted, "So, you painted this?"

"I bet you thought I had no talent and just added my name to this little dog and pony show for an ego boost." Sue moved past the couple and stood right next to her painting.

"I'm pleasantly surprised," Santana said, "You're very talented."

"I like all the colors," Brittany added. She felt so out of place but she wanted to say something.

"Well aren't you the art critic," Sue told Brittany, "Brandy, right?"

"Bri..Brittany," she corrected, "Brittany Pierce." She hated that she found this woman so intimidating.

"Ah, yes," Sue smiled, "Santana's taxi driver girlfriend. Thank you for coming."

Santana clenched her jaw. She did not like the judging tone in Sue's voice. "Actually, Brittany's really a photographer. A great one at that."

Brittany squeezed Santana's hand. "It's OK," she whispered.

"I don't really care," Sue said.

Santana was about to say more when Sue took one more look at her painting and walked away.

"That condescending bitch," Santana seethed.

Brittany stood in front of Santana and put her hand on Santana's shoulders. "It's OK. Jokes on her anyway cause I'm not a taxi driver anymore," she said with a smile.

And just like that, Santana's anger dissolved. "You're right," she smiled, "You're going to be the best….uh, wait…what exactly is your new job?"

"I have no idea," Brittany laughed, "I guess I should have asked about that, huh?"

"Maybe," Santana laughed too.

"Whatever I'm going to do," Brittany said, "At least it'll be here."

Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist. "I didn't say this before, but I'm really glad you'll be working at the hotel and I get to see you everyday."

"Now we can have lunch everyday." Brittany leaned in and lightly kissed her girlfriend.

"If we weren't surrounded by people," Santana whispered, "I'd totally suck on your boob."

Brittany laughed so loudly, the people around her turned to stare at them. "You're the worst!"

Santana started cracking up and Brittany just watched her. She was so beautiful and looked so happy. Brittany loved that she could make Santana laugh and those doubts she had yesterday seemed a bit silly now. There had been a strained vibe between them last night but everything seemed fine now. Brittany had had time to really think things through and realized she may have overreacted. She still had that insecurity but she was determined to not let those feeling ruin their relationship. Santana loved her and although it was early in their relationship, Brittany knew that this was the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

"So you don't want me to suck on your boob?" Santana asked with a pout. She looked down at Brittany's cleavage and licked her lips for dramatic effect.

"I thought you said my thighs and hips were your Kryptonite," Brittany teased.

Santana slid her hand down Brittany's sides, along her dress, all the way down to her thighs. "Oh, they are and when we go back to my room, I'm going to suck on them too."

Santana squeezed Brittany's thighs and smiled. Brittany was back to her quirky, happy self. Whatever had caused Brittany's weird mood yesterday seemed to have been temporary. It was still something Santana wanted to know more about but she didn't want to push things.

"You guys are disgusting. You do realize you're in public, don't you?"

The women turned to the sound of the voice to find Puck standing there with drink in hand.

"Shut it, Puckerman," Santana said, "And that better be non-alcoholic since you're on duty."

"Relax," Puck said, "It's just Coke. And besides, I only have another hour. Not to mention this is the most boring assignment ever. Who's going to try to steal mediocre art from wannabe artists?"

"Mediocre thieves?" Brittany suggested making Santana laugh.

"Probably," Puck agreed, "Anyway, everyone is over there by the paintings that look like vomit if you two want to stop making kissy faces at each other and come say hello."

"Oh cool!" Brittany lead Santana to their friends, Puck in tow. Within a minute they joined Quinn, Mercedes, Mike and Artie. "Hey guys!"

"There you are," Mercedes said, "I thought you two had left us to suffer alone. Why are we here again?"

"To get some culture," Santana said, "And to make the hotel look good."

Brittany looked around before softly asking, "Are we still sticking to the plan?"

"God, I hope so," Quinn whispered.

"Wait, what's the plan?" Artie asked.

"Stay an hour then go Elixir," Quinn explained, "Kurt has the back area reserved for us."

"Best plan ever," Santana said, "I've already told Sue what a great artist she is so that's one task off the list." Santana turned to her girlfriend and kissed her on the check. "I'm going to make my rounds and then we can start getting out of here."

"OK," Brittany said.

"And you," Santana said turning to Quinn, "Can you please fill in Britt on what exactly her new job is."

"New job?" Mike asked surprised, "What new job?"

Brittany smiled, "I'm working for Quinn now. I quit the taxi service. Or well, actually, I still have to quit that. I should probably do that now."

"Wait up," Artie held up his hand, "You're working here? In the casino? Britt, what about your….you know, issues with casinos?"

"I'm cured," Brittany said proudly. "I mean, haven't you all noticed how much time I'm spending inside the casino now?" Everyone nodded. "Santana helped me get over that and I just don't want to drive taxis anymore."

"Yeah," Quinn chimed in, "Brittany just sort of stormed to the front desk and asked me for that job I kept offering her. Now that I mention it, you did seem kinda of upset. I mean I know you didn't want to be transferred, but it just seemed like there was more."

Brittany swallowed and shifted her stance. She didn't want to get into the specifics especially since Santana didn't know about her bar encounter. "I just needed a change."

Santana watched Brittany fidget. There was definitely more to her decision to change her job, but now was not the time to get into this. "It's a great change," Santana said, "I'm going to go do a quick walkthrough."

"OK," Brittany said, "Hurry back."

Santana winked at Brittany before leaving.

"I can't believe you're going to work here," Mercedes said with a big smile, "I'm so happy."

Mike went over to Brittany and hugged her. "Congrats Britt. This is going to be awesome. Now we can all hang out more."

"I can't wait," Brittany said pulling back.

"I never thought I'd see the day," Artie said with a laugh, "Amazing. I'm so happy you're better Britt."

Brittany smiled. "Thanks Artie." She turned to Quinn. "So what exactly will I be doing?"

Quinn gave her a sly smile. "Well, my dear, dear friend," Quinn said putting her arm around Brittany's shoulders, "I can't assign you to any big whales because you have to earn those assignments. And I don't want to assign you to middle aged rich tourists either. So, for your fist assignment, you get to work with the one and only…."

"Britney Spears!" Brittany blurted, super excited.

"No, honey," Quinn said with a laugh, "She's over at Caesar's Palace. You get to work with… Rachel Berry."

Everyone laughed.

"So, no Britney?" Brittany pouted.

"No Britney," Quinn said.

###

"The Dalton is proud to be a supporter of the arts."

Santana had said that exact line to 4 people now and her face was starting to hurt from forcing a smile. She made her way to the section with the sculptures. She greeted a few people and turned to leave but stopped when she saw a sculpture of a a flexed arm. The detail was amazing.

"You like it?"

Santana turned around to see Elaine standing behind her. "Is this your piece?"

"It is," Elaine said coming to stand by Santana, "And I have a few paintings around the corner. One of which I already sold."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you," Elaine said proudly, "And thank you for coming. I was hoping to see you."

"We'll here I am," Santana said. She began to slowly circle the sculpture. "And so is Brittany and our friends."

"Great," Elaine said, bitting the inside of her cheek, "Where are they?"

"The other end of the exhibit," Santana said. She took another look at the sculpture and wondered if it would be rude just to leave. Santana had seen more of Elaine this week than her girlfriend or friends. Truth be told, Santana was a getting bored with the assistant. "This is really great, Elaine. You're very talented and hopefully you can really make a living out of your art."

"I hope so too," Elaine said wistfully, "Thank you for the support."

"No problem." Santana clasped her hands together. "Well, I should go and let you get back to hosting your pieces."

"Uh, wait," Elaine said as Santana turned to leave, "I'd love to say hi to everyone. I'll go with you."

"Yeah, sure, OK." Santana had to force herself not to groan out loud. On their way back to where Brittany and the group waited, they were stopped many times by art enthusiasts. More accurately, Elaine kept getting stopped and Santana politely waited. She wished she could just tell this lady she was on her own and end it, but she couldn't. She needed to be on good terms with Elaine so as not to cause trouble with Sue and make her life a living hell for the remaining week they were here.

Santana quickly glanced at her silver watch while Elaine talked to a possible buyer. This is fucking ridiculous, Santana thought. She looked around the room and quickly spotted Brittany talking to Puck. They were laughing and Puck was playfully pinching Brittany's cheeks. "Dorks," Santana whispered with a smile.

"They seem close," Elaine said.

Santana looked to her side at Elaine. "Yeah, they're good friends."

"Did they date?"

Santana furrowed her eyebrows. "What?"

"They just look very comfortable with each other," Elaine said.

Santana looked at Puck and Brittany and saw the Puck now had his arm around Brittany's shoulder and she had her arm around his waist. "Uh, yeah. They're friends," she repeated.

Elaine sighed. "I don't know how you do it."

"Do what?"

"Be with someone who also dates men." A waiter walked by with a tray of champagne glasses and she took one. "Don't you worry that she's just experimenting with you? What if she gets… an itch you just can't scratch, if you know what I mean."

Santana was beyond angry. How dare this woman talk about Brittany or their relationship. "I suggest you stop talking now," Santana said slowly, turning to face Elaine.

"Just be careful, Santana," Elaine continued, either not noticing Santana's anger or ignoring it, "I dated a bisexual once and she left me for a man. Don't you worry about that with Brittany? I mean, her two past relationships have been with men. Has she ever been in a relationship with a woman?"

"Excuse me?" Santana crossed her arms. If it were possible for someone's blood to actually boil, hers would be bubbling right now. "How the hell do you know that?"

"Oh," Elaine said softly, "You didn't know? Interesting that she didn't tell you." Elaine turned behind her at someone calling her name. "Well, duty calls."

Santana said nothing, trying desperately not to lose her temper.

"Who knows," Elaine went on, "Maybe she really does want to be with you. For now, anyway. But Santana, you deserve someone who really wants to be with a woman and not just bidding her time until she finds a husband. Look how happy she looks in that guy's arms."

Santana turned to look at Brittany and Puck still laughing and with Brittany's now arm hooked around Puck's. She had always been a bit jealous in her relationships but that was mostly due to the fact that she liked her things to be hers. Like she told Brittany, she didn't like to share. Watching Brittany and Puck goof around with each other, ignited a jealousy that wasn't there before.

"You should get back to your art," Santana said, not taking her eyes off of Brittany, "And if you ever mention my relationship with Brittany, I'll kick your ass. I don't care who you work for."

"Fair enough," Elaine said, "Don't say I didn't warn you though. I'm sure you had a few so called bisexuals in college who turned out to be just curious. That doesn't stop at college, you know. I'll see you around."

Santana took a deep breath and tried not to think about how Elaine had awoken a doubt she didn't even think she had.

###

Brittany sipped her Tequila Sunrise and punched Puck in the arm. "That's not even what happened!"

The group had stuck to the plan and left the art show an hour later. They were now having drinks at the Elixir. Brittany sipped her drink again, which was quickly becoming her favorite, and continued to listen Puck tell a story about how they had almost gotten in trouble racing their taxies.

"I won!" Puck cheered.

"Liar!" Brittany laughed. Everyone was having a great time and was already buzzed. Blaine had joined a few minutes ago and Artie was trying to get him to drink shot after shot to catch up with the group.

Mercedes and Mike were back from the bar where they helped Kurt bring drinks. Kurt, who was officially off, ripped off his tie and shoved it in his pocket. "It's Kurt time!"

Brittany saw Santana sitting quietly on the couch drinking her rum and coke. She wasn't laughing or really paying attention to the group. Brittany hit Puck one last time before going to sit by her girlfriend. "What's wrong?"

Santana was on her third drink and was starting to feel the fuzziness invade her mind. After her encounter with Elaine she had gone back to the group where the continued to look at all the paintings until it was time to go. She hadn't been as engaged as before but she participated enough not to cause attention.

"Did you and Puck ever date?" Santana took a sip of her drink.

"What?" Brittany couldn't help but laugh.

"You and Puck." Santana motioned to Puck across the room. "You two seem…friendly."

Brittany laughed harder. "Puck? Eww, no! Why would you ask that?"

Santana took another sip. "Artie?"

"Did I ever date Artie?" Brittany scoffed, "Again, eww, no! I've never dated any of my friends."

"But you do like both, right?" Santana turned her body to face Brittany, "Men and women?"

"Uh, yeah," Brittany said, confused, "I told you, I'm a gay heterosexual. I mean, I like people but if you want a label, then yeah, that's what I am."

"When was the last time you were in a relationship with a woman," Santana asked seriously. She knew she was making this into a bigger deal than it should be. She just needed to make sure this didn't happen again.

Brittany was beyond confused at why Santana was asking her this and why she was using her intimidating work voice. "Uh, a few years ago. In art school. What's with all the questions?"

Santana shrugged. "We never talked about our past relationships. Maybe we should."

"OK," Brittany said slowly. She looked around at her friends who were drinking and having fun. Mike and Mercedes had started dancing. "But, can we do it later? It's loud in here."

Santana finished her drink and set it down on the floor. She reached over and took Brittany's drink and placed in next to hers.

"I was still drinking that," Brittany protested.

Santana moved closer, placed her hand behind Brittany's neck and brought their lips together. She kissed Brittany hard and with all the passion she could show in a public place. She wanted to show Brittany how much she loved her with this kiss, wanted to make these doubts, that she had that she wasn't enough for Brittany, to go away.

Brittany moaned into the kiss but with the loud music, she was the only one to hear it. She opened her mouth wider and deepened the kiss. For a second she forgot where they were and almost reached to cup Santana's breast. She could taste the rum Santana had been drinking and combined with Santana's natural taste, it was delicious.

The longer she kissed Brittany, the better she felt. Especially since Brittany was kissing her back with equal passion and want. The longer she kissed her the more she realized she was being ridiculous with letting the things that assistant had said get to her. Brittany loved her. "You taste like tequila," Santana said pulling back and moving her mouth close to Brittany's ear.

"You taste like rum," Brittany responded as she went to nibble on Santana's earlobe.

Santana pulled back to look at Brittany who had a big smile on her face. "I love you."

"I love you too." As Brittany leaned in for another kiss, she felt a splash of water hit her face. "What the hell?"

Santana felt water hit her face as well. "The fuck!" She and Brittany turned and saw Quinn with a water bottle in hand. "What the fuck Quinn?"

"Sorry, I had to hose you two down before you turned this into a sex club."

"We were just talking," Santana said, wiping her face.

"Besides," Quinn said, laughing, "I need to borrow Britt for a minute."

"Why?" Brittany asked.

"Rachel is here and wants to chat," Quinn smirked, "She got wind that you'd be assigned to her and she wants to get to know you better."

"But I'm not even officially a casino host yet," Brittany said, "I am going to get training, right?"

Quinn waved her off. "You'll be fine. Now come on." Quinn reached for Brittany's hand and pulled her off the couch.

"I'll be back!" Brittany shouted to Santana as she was dragged away.

Santana sighed. She really wanted to talk to Brittany about her past, just so she could put those doubts behind her. This wasn't high school. They were both adults and there was no fear of what people or parents would think. Her first girlfriend in Freshman year of college had broken her heart. Thinking back now, it was obvious Lana was just experimenting and confused but that whole ordeal had affected Santana greatly. How could it not? It was her first real relationship.

"Why are you sulking?" Blaine plopped himself on the couch, drink in hand.

"Thinking." Santana reached for her drink then remembered she had drank it all. She reached for Brittany's still half full glass and finished it off. "Do you remember Lana?"

"Miss Social Experiment?" Blaine scoffed, "What about her?"

Santana shook her head. "Nothing."

"Bullshit," Blaine said.

"Forget I mentioned her," Santana said getting up, "I'm being an idiot. Let's get more drinks!"

###

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes that Rachel had been talking about her life and what she needed to make a successful show. They were sitting at the bar and Brittany had broken her two drink rule and was now on her third. This would be her last one until she sobered up a bit.

I really want some nachos, she thought.

"This is so great!" Rachel said, "I'm so happy to be working with you Brittany. I really didn't think the hotel would provide me a host. I've been asking since I got here. I promise not to be too demanding."

"Good," Brittany said.

Rachel had been invited to the last minute party by Kurt who was still trying to get Rachel to let him design some of her costumes. Brittany's first order of business was to try to get Rachel to give Kurt that project so that he would stop inviting her to things.

"So, tell me," Rachel said with a big smile, "What other artists have you hosted for?"

Brittany turned behind her where she thought Quinn was, but found no one. Quinn had probably left somewhere between Rachel talking about her high school Glee club and her journey to Broadway. "Ummm," Brittany began, turning back to Rachel, "I helped Celine Dion once." Brittany had opened a car door for her, so technically, it was true.

"Oh my stars!" Rachel's eyes had gone incredibly wide as she clutched her chest. "Celine? Oh my God! What was she like? Did she sing for you? Did you touch her?"

The questions were coming at her a mile a minute and all Brittany could say was, "She was super nice."

"I knew it!" Rachel said smugly, "I knew she would. Let me tell you about this one time…"

Brittany took another sip of her drink. She wasn't sure she wanted this job anymore.

After another 20 minutes, that was 40 total, Brittany managed to convince Rachel to stop talking about work and head back to the group.

"Hey look," Brittany told Rachel, "There's Quinn. You should tell her that story abut meeting Bette Midler."

"Oh! OK." Rachel practically ran to Quinn and immediately started talking. Brittany caught Quinn's eye and winked.

"There you are!"

Brittany turned to her side and saw her girlfriend, coming to her, grinning widely. "Hey, you."

Santana put her empty drink on a nearby table and threw her arms around Brittany. "I want you to lick my pussy," Santana whispered in Brittany's ear.

Santana was drunk. Brittany closed her eyes and tried not to think about how her mouth watered at Santana's words. Santana could turn her on in a second. "How much did you drink?"

"Enough," Santana slurred, cupping Brittany's left breast, "Fuck, I want you. I..want you to fuck me with your tongue…you like doing that, right? You like how I taste?" Santana felt drunk, but she also felt extremely horny. "As soon as I … I saw you, I got so wet. You make.. make me so wet, Britt."

Brittany closed her eyes and hugged Santana close. She looked around to see if any of their friends were watching them. They weren't.

Brittany hugged Santana to her. "You know I love your taste," she said into Santana's ear, "You know I love running my tongue through your pussy. You know I love hearing you moan and scream my name."

Santana groaned. Brittany, her Brittany, was saying the most beautiful things. "Fuck me, please."

Brittany wanted to take Santana into the back room and fuck her senseless but with so many cameras around, she couldn't. "There's cameras everywhere," she said into Santana's ear. To anyone observing them, it just seemed like they were hugging. If only they knew.

Santana felt like her clit was about to explode. "The…the balcony, the VIP ro…room," she breathed out, "They still haven't installed the cameras in that room. Fuck me there."

Brittany felt a small gush of arousal escape her, she was so wet. "You're a horny drunk again, baby."

Santana tightened her hold and licked Brittany's ear. "I was fine until I saw you. I'm.. I'm only horny drink…drunk…when you're around. When you're not, I'm just a regular drunk," Santana chuckled.

Brittany pulled back and guided Santana throughout the crowd and up to the VIP room they had used before. She made sure the door was locked before turning to Santana who had already taken off her dress. "You don't waste any time."

Santana stood there in her bra and underwear swaying a bit from the alcohol. She wanted Brittany. Wanted Brittany to want her. "Come here," she said as she bent her index finger at Brittany to come to her.

"Maybe we should wait until you've sobered up a bit." Brittany went to her tipsy girlfriend and wrapped her arms around her slim waist. "I don't wanna take advantage of you."

Santana caressed Brittany's arms and let out a throaty laugh. "But I want you to," she said as her hands traveled up strong arms and ended up around Brittany's neck, "I told you Britt. You. Can. Do. Anything. With and to me."

Brittany closed her eyes as a loud moan escaped her. "Oh yea?"

"Mmm-hmm," Santana smirked. She licked Brittany's chin and moved her tongue along her jawline all the way to Brittany's earlobe. "What do you want to do to me, Britt?" she whispered.

Brittany tightened her grip on her girlfriend and began to suck on her neck. "You like giving up control, huh?"

"Only to you," Santana said as she engulfed Brittany's whole ear in her mouth.

Brittany pulled back and brought Santana in for a rough kiss. Santana could be demanding but there was something different this time. Maybe it was her being more drunk than last time, but there was this intense need coming from Santana that she hadn't seen before. "Maybe we go back to the room?" Brittany was almost gasping for breath. "I really want to do some lists things, but.."

"But what?" Santana held on to Brittany, mostly because she couldn't find her balance at the moment. "You…you want my body, right? My tits are your favorite, right?"

Brittany saw the worried look on Santana's face and heard the uncertainty in her voice. "You know they are. What's wrong Santana?"

"Nothing!" Santana fought off a wave of dizziness. She wished she hadn't had so much rum. "I just wanna make you fe..feel good. You won't want to..to have sex with any other woman. Or man." Santana scrunched up her face as she said the last word. "I…I'll be anything you want."

Brittany lifted Santana's face so she could see into her eyes. They were glassy and she was clearly drunk. "Santana. I don't want to sleep with anyone else, OK? Just you. Where is this coming from?"

Santana stepped back from Brittany, suddenly angry. "Then, why aren't you having sex with me right now? Maybeeee, I'll go put on that strap-on so I can fuck you like a guy!"

"Whoa, what?" Brittany couldn't keep up. Santana was all over the place. "What's happening?"

Santana forced her eyes to open wider. She put her hands on her hips, suddenly aware she was in nothing but her underwear and bra. "She said…said that you were waiting for your husband…are you? Cause I love you Britt! I wanna be your husband….I mean wife."

"What husband?" Brittany went to Santana and put her hands on Santana's waist to keep her from swaying. "Who said this?"

"'Laine." Santana hiccuped. "Lana left me for a guy..but whatever. Fuck her! I'm glad I'm not with her. But you…you, I love you. You can't…leave me."

Elaine.

Brittany thought back to her encounter with the assistant and how she had somehow known Brittany's greatest fear in her relationship with Santana. The doubt that she wasn't good enough for Santana.

Now, apparently, Elaine had put it in Santana's head that she would leave her for a guy. Brittany was pissed. "Fucking bitch!"

" Wha...what?" Santana was practically in tears.

"Oh, no! No, Santana," Brittany's voice soft, "Not you. You're not a fucking bitch. Elaine is."

"OK." Santana was too drunk to argue. If Brittany thought Elaine was a fucking bitch, then Elaine was a fucking bitch. "Britt?"

"What is it?"

"I don't feel so great." Santana pointed to the couch. "I needs to sits."

Brittany guided Santana to the couch and gently helped her lay down. She went back to pick up Santana's dress and came back to put it back on her girlfriend. "When you feel a little better, we'll go back to the room."

"OK." Santana put her arm across her eyes. "Soon as the room stops spinning."

Brittany went to the partially stocked bar and got a water to give Santana. "Drink this," she said.

"I'm sorry," Santana said after taking a long sip, "I ruined sexy times."

Brittany got on her knees in front of Santana and kissed her forehead. "When you're sober, we're going to have a long talk cause I just figured out we we're both boneheads."

Santana started laughing. Slow at first then harder. "Boneheads! That's a funny word."

Brittany laughed right along with Santana.

About fifteen minutes later, she was able to get Santana up and sneak her out of The Elixir without their friends knowing. By the time they got to the room, Santana was out cold.

###

Santana was awake but couldn't open her eyes. They felt so heavy. Her mouth felt like something crawled in there and died. She groaned. After what felt like an eternity, she cracked one eye open and saw that the sun was barely peaking through the window. She closed her eye then forced both open.

"Ugh." Santana used all her strength to turn on her back. She blinked rapidly, willing herself awake. Everything from last night came back in a flash. "Shit."

She turned to her right and saw the face of a sleeping Brittany. She remembered accusing Brittany of leaving her for a guy. She remembered throwing herself at Brittany at the club and the private room. "Idiot," she whispered as she forced herself to get up. She kept glancing at Brittany to make sure she didn't wake. After she cleaned herself up, she headed to the living room and ordered breakfast and lots of coffee.

She felt like such an idiot and embarrassed by her behavior. She knew it was the alcohol doing all the talking but she that was still no excuse. A knock at the door 20 minutes later, told her breakfast was here.

Brittany heard muffled voices and clanking dishes coming from the living room. She yawned and stretched, the smell of coffee hitting her nose. She got up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She came out to the living room and spotted Santana on the couch drinking coffee and eating strips of bacon.

"You're up early," Brittany said, stifling a yawn. She went to the food cart and poured herself a cup of coffee. Black, no sugar.

"How have I noticed that before?" Santana finished her bacon and picked up a plate full of scrambled eggs. She took a forkful and ate.

"What?" Brittany grabbed two pieces of bacon at ate them in two bites.

"You take your coffee black. I somehow thought you'd add lots of sugar and cream."

"I've always liked it like this." Brittany grabbed a plate of scrambled eggs and added more bacon. "Thanks for breakfast." She took her food and sat next to Santana on the couch.

"I ordered enough breakfast for four people," Santana chuckled, "I need the food to absorb all the rum I drank and you need it cause you love breakfast so much."

Brittany took a sip of her coffee then put it on the table in front of them. "I thought you'd be puking."

"I've mastered the art of drinking Britt," Santana said with a smile, "Working in casinos for the past five years, you kinda have to." They spent the next few minutes eating before Santana spoke again. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" Brittany got up and filled her empty plate with a second helping. "For grabbing my boob in public or listening to that evil bitch, Elaine?"

Santana put her empty plate on the table. "Both! Well, no. Not the boob grabbing. I will never apologize for grabbing your boobs."

"Good," Brittany said with a laugh.

Santana sighed. "I guess….that was a doubt of mine, you know. That you'd eventually want to go back to guys."

"Because all bisexual girls are really straight girls in disguise?" Brittany put her plate down. "This is why I don't like labels. Everyone always assumed I was just messing around with girls. That it was just a phase. It's not a phase, it's who I am."

"I know that's who you are."

"The people I've been with," Brittany went on, "I was with them because I liked them as a person. Boy, girl, it didn't matter." Brittany took Santana's hand. "I'm with you because you're sweet, generous, kind, beautiful…so many things. I love you, Santana. You. And I don't ever see myself getting tired of being with you. The thought of not being with you, makes me sick to my stomach."

"Oh, Britt." Santana brought Brittany's hands to her lips and kissed them. "I'm sorry. I let my past fuck with me."

"Lana?"

Santana nodded. "She was my first real girlfriend. Turns out she was just curious, for almost a year I might add. Left me for a guy."

"I won't do that. I mean, there's a chance I may leave you for a woman," Brittany teased.

Santana saw the smile on Brittany's face and chuckled. "Not funny."

Brittany grabbed Santana and brought her close and hugged her. "Or maybe I'll leave you for a cat."

Santana hugged Brittany tighter. "You wouldn't dare."

"No, I wouldn't," Brittany said softly, "So you want to tell me when Elaine put these ideas in your head?"

Santana groaned and pulled back. "At the art show. We were on the way back to the group when we saw you and Puck goofing around. She asked if you guys had dated then went on about how dating you was a bad idea cause you're Bi."

"So that's why you asked me if I ever dated Puck," Brittany realized, "Why the hell would she say that?"

"She's insane!" Santana said, throwing her hands up, "Every time I met with her she seemed so nice but now that I think of it, she was always a bit too flirty."

Brittany curled her hand in a fist. "I knew she had a thing for you! Her warning me about dating you makes more sense."

"What now?" The idea of Elaine anywhere near Brittany made her irrationally angry. "When did she say this?"

"After we fought," Brittany began, "When I came back to the room and you were gone, I went to The Elixir to hang out. I sat at the bar and talked to Kurt for a bit but then Elaine showed up. She just started talking to me, being nice, but then she said that I should be careful dating you cause you'd get bored of me."

Santana's felt her anger rising. "That bitch."

"She said that you only dated like astronauts and rocket scientist or something. That you dated a waitress once and bought her nice things, then dumped her when you got bored. She said that you didn't see me as wife material because I was just a taxi driver and didn't have an important job like you did."

Brittany let out a long breath. Now that she was saying these things out loud, she realized how dumb it sounded. She should have told Santana this when it happened. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Santana."

Santana was trying to control her breathing. She was pissed. "So that's why you were acting so sad yesterday and the sudden career change."

"I guess she got to me too." Brittany looked down at her hands. "She knew that was my biggest fear…that I wasn't good enough for you."

Santana shook her head. "Don't listen to her. I shouldn't have listened to her. How the fuck did she know all this?"

"She said she did a background check on you for Sue," Brittany said looking up, "We should have talked to each other. I mean, we're super comfortable talking about sex stuff, we should be comfortable talking about scary feelings too."

Santana nodded. "You're right. We can't keep things form each other, Britt. It's dangerous. Secrets and doubts can tear us apart."

"I promise to always tell you what I'm feeling," Brittany said, "Even if it's scary feelings."

Santana took Brittany's face in her hands and kissed her. "I promise too."

Both felt a huge sense of relief wash over them.

"What are we going to do about Elaine?" Brittany asked.

"We'll think of something," Santana said.

"We're OK?"

"We're perfect, Britt. Just perfect."

###

Santana felt much better by the afternoon. While she never got so hung over as to hug the porcelain God, she still felt like crap. Two servings of breakfast and cuddling with her girlfriend helped a lot.

She and Brittany had spent all morning holding each other and talking. Talking about all those scary feelings they had tried to ignore. By the time lunch time rolled around, they were both secure in their relationship.

Santana finished washing her hands and dried them with the rough paper towels from the Italian restaurant they were currently in. Santana looked in the mirror and made sure she looked presentable. Brittany and Jenny were seated at the table waiting for Santana to get back and also waiting for Paul Pierce. He was currently 10 minutes late.

Santana was nervous. Even though Paul had been a shitty father and had been MIA for years, he was still Brittany's father and Santana wanted to make a good impression. She hoped he really had changed because she couldn't bare to see Brittany and Jenny hurt.

She threw the paper towel in the trash and headed back to the table. "Has he called you?"

Brittany looked down at her phone and shook her head. "Not since this morning when he confirmed we were still going for dinner."

"He'll be here," Jenny said confidently.

Brittany gave her sister a small smile. Jenny had always believed her father's promises and she had always been disappointed. Brittany had decided that if her father didn't show up to this dinner, any chance they had at working things out, would be ruined. She would not have him back in their lives.

"Maybe we should order," Santana suggested, "We can get a large pizza and…"

"There he is!" Jenny said the relief she felt evident in her voice.

Brittany looked at her father weaving around tables to get to theirs. She let out a shaky breath, relieved that her father had shown up.

"I'm so sorry," Paul said pulling out a chair and sitting down, "That damn Smythe kid is insufferable."

"The whole family is," Santana said with a nervous chuckle.

"I'm glad you're here," Jenny said, a big smile on her face, "We were just going to order a large pizza."

Brittany just nodded and smiled. The fact that her father had shown up when he said he would, almost made Brittany want to cry. Her father was sober and was even wearing a suit, two things Brittany thought she'd never see. Maybe this time things would be different.

As if sensing how emotional she had become, Brittany felt Santana reach out and take her hand. Brittany looked at her girlfriend and smiled. "I'm OK," she whispered. She cleared her throat and turned to her father. "Thanks for coming dad."

"I wouldn't miss this," Paul smiled, "I'm just so grateful you girls agreed to another dinner with me."

"Britt and I were talking," Jenny said, "And we want you back in our lives. I mean, if that's what you want."

"I do," Paul pleaded, "I really do."

Brittany spoke up. "Good. Just, please don't let us down again."

Paul shook his head. "I won't! I promise to try my hardest to try to be the father you girls deserve."

"Thank you," Paul said softly.

Santana felt like she was intruding on a private family matter. She reached for her water and took a sip.

"Santana," Paul said, "Thank you for being here."

Santana swallowed her water and put the glass down. "Umm, sure."

"I can see how much my daughters care for you," Paul went on, "And I get the feeling they already consider you family."

Brittany smiled and squeezed Santana's hand. "We do."

"Totally," Jenny said.

All three members of the Pierce family were looking at her and Santana tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She was overcome with emotion at this news but she didn't want to cry. Not in the middle of an Italian restaurant. "I'm in love with Brittany," Santana began, "And I love Jenny like my own sister. I consider them family too. I don't know you Sir, but if you're going to be part of their lives again, I'd like to get to know you."

"That would be great," Paul said with a light laugh, "Before we get into anything too intense though, how about we get that pizza."

"Yes!" Jenny raised her hand and got the attention of the waiter.

For the first time in a long time, Brittany felt like her life was on the right path. She turned to Santana. "I love you," she said softly.

Santana winked. "I love you too".

-tbc-

A/N: Thanks everyone for reading and reviewing. I may not reply to the reviewed but I do read all of them. :)

Looks like I'm going to try to wrap this up with 20 chapters. I realized that I've had this story going for a year ( o_0 ) ! I figure it's time to put it to bed before it gets too boring.