A/N: Sorry about the little wait! I started watching Carmilla for the first time yesterday and… uhhh… I think that speaks for itself. So… don't be surprised if Santana starts using some of Carmilla's many nicknames for Laura… Lmao.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy the chapter! More fluff ensues!

Disclaimer: I own neither Glee nor its characters! Just a harmless little Brittana lover here.

Chapter 3: Hot Mama Geese

The early afternoon sunlight reflected off of the dark shade of their sunglasses as Brittany and Santana strolled through the park, arm in arm. They walked in silence, hearing nothing but the soft lapping of the nearby pond and the occasional brushing of a stray daisy or blade of grass against one of their sneakers.

The weather was very kind to them; the temperature was in the low 80's and there was a pleasant breeze irregularly passing by. Santana was dressed in black skinny jeans, a cream-colored t-shirt with narrow black horizontal stripes, and a jean jacket to top the look off. Every once in a while, she stole a glance at Brittany who was wearing blue jean capris and a large white sweater with a pink cat on the front. Both girls were wearing clean white classic vans, items that they had bought together during the summer before freshman year, just because they were on sale.

("Come on, San! We should get matching ones! Ugh, we would look sooooo cute together."

"Fiiiiiine. But only if you let me pay," she said with a smirk.)

As they continued down the curved sidewalk towards the pond, Brittany's fingers tightened in excitement around the bag of leftover bread that she was holding. The girls had just finished eating at their favorite little café down the street and Santana had purchased four dinner rolls and promised to take Brittany to the park. Feeding the ducks was one of Brittany's favorite things to do with Santana; they had been coming to the same pond to feed the ducks together ever since they were little.

Afterwards, I would always try to get her to buy me ice cream from the shop across the street, but she'd always be short a few coins. Then we'd both end up searching for more coins in our pockets and only having enough money to split a cone, Brittany reminisced. But Santana would always let me pick the flavor that I wanted. And my mom would interrogate me every time I came home with strawberry-colored stains on the front of my shirts, she smiled a bit at this memory.

While Brittany stared straight ahead, Santana took this opportunity to stare at Brittany. Her bright blue eyes, clear skin, perfect eyebrows, her cute little nose, her outfit, just about anything she could take in at the moment.

She has the most adorable sense of fashion, Santana thought as she looked over her gorgeous best friend again. Santana absentmindedly tugged on the ends of Brittany's sleeves as she held onto her arm and walked.

Both girls were lost in thought, but they were seemingly brought back to life when their thoughts were interrupted by small peeping noises.

"What the heck was that?" Santana says, looking around the park first and then checking her phone with the arm that's not currently tucked into Brittany's. "I'm pretty sure that's not my ringtone."

"I think I have an idea, but I'm not sure. Let me go check it out," Brittany says as she lets go of Santana's arm to walk up ahead of her. Santana grabs the bottom of Brittany's knit sweater before she can escape her sight.

"Britt, don't go too far, okay?" Santana tells her with a somewhat worried tone. "I'd miss your ass—I mean, your face too much. Yep. Your face," she says to try and get a rise out of Brittany.

Brittany scrunches her nose up and snickers a little bit, having caught Santana's "slip-up".

"Aww, my ass would miss you too, San," Brittany flirts back as she pulls away, forcing Santana to reluctantly let go of her. Santana watches as Brittany skips across the small grassy hill and towards their shallow little pond tucked in the back of the park. She stops when she sees a small bundle of fuzz gathered underneath a tree right next to the water.

Ducklings! Brittany squeals in excitement.

"SANTANA! COME HERE! QUICK! You have to see this!" She yells as she carefully kneels down in front of the little ducks and opens the brown bread-filled paper bag that she has been carrying all this time (Actually, she had really made Santana carry it during most of their walk). Long, pale fingers reach in and tear off tiny pieces of bread, the crinkling noise of the paper scaring away a few of the ducklings.

"Aww, hey little dudes. You hungry?" Brittany asks as she offers them little bits of bread in the palm of her hand. One by one, each of the brown and white freckled ducklings comes clumsily waddling toward her, falling over each other as they do. They happily eat the food that Brittany offers.

At this point, Santana appears over the small hill behind them and she feels tingles shoot up through her spine at the sight of Brittany hand-feeding the little ducks.

What a cutie, she thinks. Brittany calls her over to come feed the ducklings with her.

"Hey San! Here, take a few pieces and hold your hand out like this," Brittany instructed as she demonstrated how to feed the ducks. Brittany was always so much better with animals than she was. Even after all of these years, Santana still had a little bit of hesitation when it came to any animals besides Lord Tubbington, Brittany's cat who absolutely adored her. But, of course, feeding the ducks was something she was always willing to do with Brittany.

Santana held her bread-covered hand out the same way that Brittany had previously done. They both giggled at the feeling of the tiny ducklings pecking at them.

"It's like a million tiny kisses, but on my hands!" Brittany said as excitedly and softly as she could. "And look, Santana. There's only 10 of them. That's a really small batch of ducklings for a duck. I wonder where the Mama duck went off to."

Always quite the genius, this girl is, Santana thought to herself. It amazed her how much Brittany knew about animals and outer space and just about everything in-between.

Brittany and Santana continued feeding the little ducklings until they had fed them two whole dinner rolls, leaving two more in the bag. They sat in the grass, arms attached to each other's again, basking in the Lima sunlight and enjoying the ducklings' company, until a loud sound startled them.

Both girls stopped in their tracks when they heard a large honk! emanating from their left. Santana jolted them both upright, took her arm out of Brittany's, and hid behind the blonde's back upon hearing the intruder.

"OH MY GOD, BRITT, SAVE ME! I hate those things! I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM THEY'RE SO EVIL," screamed Santana, attracting attention from nearby park-goers. Santana scowled at this one old lady who had stopped feeding the pigeons to look at her, effectively scaring both the old lady and the pigeons away. Santana held onto either of Brittany's shoulders and peeked above her left to see if the creature was still there.

Brittany laughed as she protectively stuck her arms out to the side.

"Silly goose. It's just a goose! I think he just wants to say hi," Brittany insisted. She bent over slowly and carefully so as not to freak Santana out and she fed the goose a small piece of bread from her bag, which the goose hurriedly accepted.

"See, San? He was just hungry. Weren't you, big buddy? Honk honk!" Brittany said, flapping her arms haphazardly and attempting to make some sort of conversation.

Santana continued to cower in fear behind Brittany and spoke into the back of her shoulder and said, "Uhh… oh my gosh, Britt. Don't do that! He might get the wrong idea."

"Relax!" Brittany replied. "I'm fluent in goose."

Santana had no choice but to believe her best friend. She did think that Brittany was indeed some sort of animal whisperer. She wasn't scared of any animal that they had ever encountered. Dogs, cats, bunnies, guinea pigs, monkeys, skunks, iguanas, snakes, they all liked her! Unfortunately, that skunk liked them both a little too much that one summer… They spent probably an entire day in that tomato juice-filled kiddy pool.

"Okay, B. I trust you," she says hesitantly as she shudders and tries to forget those disgusting memories.

Brittany slowly grabs a small handful of crumbs from the bottom of the paper bag and holds them out for the goose, patiently waiting. She honks a few times while the goose stands there extending its neck and eyeing its own blonde intruder suspiciously.

"Hey San, look. I think he's warming up to me again," Brittany whispers over her own shoulder, her warm breath tickling Santana's nose.

Santana still remains very cautious of this thing. She curls her fingers around inside the top hem of Brittany's sweater, finding comfort in the feel of Brittany's warm skin against the tips of her fingertips. She presses her cheek against Brittany's left shoulder blade, praying that they get out of here alive.

"Honk honk!" Brittany makes the sound again, cocking her neck to the side in a similar way to the goose. Her smile and stoic look never falters.

It takes one final innocent little honk from Brittany to make the large grey and white bird to go absolutely ballistic. The goose first starts shrieking loudly, causing the little ducklings to waddle far behind it. The fowl stands up tall, stretching its wings out as far as it can and flapping them wildly. All of the ducks swimming around nearby begin swimming away from the distressed goose.

During all of this commotion, Santana is still glued to Brittany's back, screaming while Brittany wraps her arms around her from in front to try and calm her down.

"Santana, it's okay. It's just flapping its wings and calling out to the other geese. He probably just got intimidated by my honking. Maybe I said something wrong; I'm a bit rusty," Brittany suggests as she turns her head to the side to face Santana.

"Britt! Are you kidding? Do you hear this fucking thing?!" Santana cries out. "Little shit head isn't just calling his friends, he's probably raising an army and planning how he's gonna MURDER us right at this moment! Fuck that... bitch... stupid geese..." she mumbles as she repeatedly runs her hair through her chocolate locks. Brittany fawns over the way Santana rambles when she's flustered, that cute little crease on her forehead appearing right above her left eyebrow, her lips pursed, ready to release vicious words.

"Ooookay, San, firstly, he's just a goose. I don't even think he's capable of all of the things that you just said," Brittany says with a multitude of hand gestures, thinking she would be more likely to calm Santana down this way. "Secondly, I don't think your colorful vocabulary is going to help us in this situation so put it away. And lastly, you need to calm down, San. It's not like he's gonna do anything to hur—OWW! LITTLE BITCH FUCKING BIT ME!"

Brittany swatted at the goose desperately as it hissed and kept lunging its head at her, trying to bite her again. Santana instinctively wrapped her arm around Brittany's midsection and, using her other hand, hooked her fingers in Brittany's back belt loop, pulling her backwards to try and create distance between Brittany and the bird.

"Oh shit! It's like a freaking snake!" Brittany cursed as she held Santana behind her and walked backwards, the goose following them. It glared at them with beady eyes and sprung its neck out at her once again. "Let's get out of here, S!" she said as she squatted down slightly and offered her arms out to Santana. Santana understood and quickly clambered onto Brittany's back, wrapping her arms around her best friend's neck and wrapping her legs around her body and holding on for dear life. Brittany tucked her hands into the back of Santana's knees and her arms underneath Santana's knees as she rode off into the sunset and away from the demon goose, dropping their brown paper bag of bread somewhere in the process.

The goose chased after them for a few minutes at an alarming speed. Onlookers watched the cartoon-like scene unfold: a blonde girl who is giving a brunette a piggy back ride being chased by a goose and jumping every time the goose tried to bite at their ankles. The goose, of course, stopped running upon stumbling over the bag of dinner rolls.

"San, look! It stopped."

Santana opened her eyes (which she had closed at some point during the goose rampage), sighed contentedly, and hopped off of Brittany's back, taking her pinky into her own. Sure enough, she saw that the goose had ceased its chase and was now carrying the brown paper bag over to the ducklings that they had been feeding earlier. The ducklings waddled over in a flurry, eagerly eating the bread that the goose had offered them.

Santana's eyes widened in realization and she wrapped her hand around Brittany's bicep to get her attention.

"Britt, honey. Those weren't ducklings, those were goslings! And the goose isn't a he; the goose is their mother. Look, she's feeding them our leftover bread," Santana explained.

Brittany, distracted by Santana's pinky wrapped around hers and the familiar fluttering in her stomach, took a few seconds to process what Santana had just said. "Ohhhh, that makes sense! That's why there was so few of the little guys. Geese usually have less hatchlings than ducks do."

"Mmhmm," Santana affirmed. "And mother goose probably just got protective of her little ones when you started honking like a crazy woman and flapping your arms at her," Santana giggled.

Brittany scoffed.

"Umm, psshhhh. No way. She probably just got super jealous because these new hot mama geese came along and her own goslings liked them way better!" Brittany joked, smacking Santana's butt and earning a light slap in the shoulder in response.

"Alright, Britt. If you say so," Santana said with a roll of her eyes. She curled around Brittany's arm and tugged on her sweater the slightest bit as the heavy sun was beginning to weigh down on them and the breeze had just begun picking up. "Okay, come on, hot mama. Let's go buy you some ice cream," she said, dragging Brittany along the sidewalk with her.

The little silver bell hanging on the corner of the lavender-colored door made a quiet jingling noise as Brittany watched Santana emerge from the cute ice cream shop that has welcomed them since they were little. Brittany noticed that the girl had shed her jean jacket and tied it around her waist. She looked closer and saw tiny beads of sweat starting to form below her hairline and that familiar crease above her forehead threatening to show itself. But Santana still looked as adorable as ever as she walked towards her with a single strawberry ice cream cone in her hand and a small smile across her face reserved just for Brittany, despite her obvious irritation with the sudden increase in temperature.

Santana seated herself next to Brittany on the bench, close enough so that their thighs were touching, and was careful not to tip the waffle cone over even the slightest bit. She handed Brittany her ice cream, their fingers brushing lightly against each other's in the process. Brittany looked up and saw that Santana's cheeks were slightly pink, but she couldn't tell if it was because of their hands touching or the heat.

I wonder if she also feels that little tingling whenever we touch.

"Hey, B. Sorry that took so long. The little girl in the family in front of me couldn't decide which flavor to get. She kinda reminded me of you; she picked strawberry at first, spent so much time second-guessing her decision, and then ended up getting strawberry in the end. Such a cutie."

"Oh, no, it's okay, San," Brittany insisted. "And you didn't even have to buy me ice cream. You literally offer to pay every single time we go out to get ice cream."

Santana laughed at her memories of going to get ice cream with Brittany. She had always offered to pay, but she never quite had enough money. Always a gentlewoman.

"It's cool, Britt. My treat." She smiled, holding Brittany's gaze for a little bit before ducking her head and looking down at her lap.

"Alright, cool! Are you sure you don't want any, San? I always forget how good their ice cream is!" Brittany exclaimed with a stream of pink cream dripping down her chin. Her waffle cone was almost halfway gone.

When did that happen? I literally just gave it to her. Santana thought to herself, furrowing her eyebrows slightly while maintaining her smile.

"I'm sure, Britt. And anyway, it's tradition, remember? We always share. I'm basically obligated to steal some of that ice cream and have it for myself," Santana said jokingly, causing both of them to laugh.

After their laughter died down, there was a pregnant pause. It wasn't awkward, though. It was comfortable. Santana looked straight into Brittany's eyes and brought her fingers up to her chin, wiping the melted ice cream off with her index finger. Brittany watched with intent as Santana brought her finger up to her lips and licked the remaining melted ice cream off of it. She held an intense gaze before quickly snapping out of it, feeling incredibly flustered. Santana covered her mouth trying to contain her giggles before she burst out into laughter.

"You're such a weirdo," Brittany said in an attempt to hide her obviously rattled state.

"Only for you, cupcake," Santana flirted, booping her nose.

She jumped forward, snatching the little waffle cone butt that was left in Brittany's hand and popped it into her mouth with a mischievous smile. Chewing, she stood up and extended her pinky. Brittany stood upright and politely pushed Santana's pinky away before grabbing the girl's arm and draping it around her left shoulder. Santana smiled at the gesture and snuggled into her best friend as Brittany grabbed the hand on her shoulder with both of hers and began leading them back to her house.

"Britt! You have gotta hold still! I can't brush your hair for you if you keep dancing in your seat. I might accidentally rip your hair out or something!" Santana warns as she runs her fingers through her best friend's golden blonde locks.

Brittany doesn't hear a word she says, even if she only has one ear bud in. Lost in the music, she continues moving her body to the rhythm of the song that she's listening to. Grasping an invisible microphone in her hand, Brittany brings it up to her mouth and sings obnoxiously into it.

"IF I SAID I WANT YOUR BOOODDDDYYY NOOOOOWW, WOULD YOU HOLD IT AGAINST ME? CUZ YOU FEEEEEEL LIKEEEEE PAAAARRAAADISEEEEE…"

It's not until Santana ceases her actions that Brittany finds herself missing Santana's soothing touch against her scalp and removes her ear bud. Santana giggles.

"Hey, why'd you stop?" Brittany asked as she bent over backwards in her chair to try to get a look at Santana.

"Well, if I had continued brushing your hair while you insisted on an impromptu dance session, then you wouldn't have had any more hair, B," Santana replied with a mocking glare as she playfully patted Brittany's upside-down cheeks.

"Oh. Oops," she said, displaying a guilty look on her face and cheeks as red as a tomato. Santana could feel the heat rushing to Brittany's face as she held her hands there. "Sorry, San," she said with a laugh. "It's just, Britney's latest album is so fierce and perfect and I can't get enough of it. Even just the way the name of the album sounds makes me want to orgasm," Brittany dragged out unintentionally, unknowingly creating an effect on Santana.

"Hah. Umm. Okay, you little weirdo," Santana squeaked out, her face going pale and goosebumps forming instantly on the back of her neck. Now, it was her turn to act like she wasn't completely turned on, and by her best friend's simple uttering of one word, nonetheless. She quickly turned around and put her hairbrush down on Brittany's dresser, running her hands through her own hair and trying to find something to do to keep her frazzled hands occupied.

Brittany noticed Santana's change in behavior and smirked at the effect that she had on her best friend. She decided to move away from Santana and give her more space in order to save her from further embarrassment. When Brittany stood up from the swivel chair to set her iPod down on her bed, Santana shook her head in an attempt to clear it and took this opportunity to speak up.

"Okay, missy, here is what we are going to do. You are going to change into the comfiest pajamas you own, grab all the pillows and blankets that your arms will allow you to carry, and you are to report to the living room couch A-S-A-P!" she ordered Brittany with a stern look. Brittany just stood there, tilted her head to the side, and gave her a questioning look.

"Okayyyy, mom. I'll be there in a second, 'kay?" Brittany returned as she grabbed the hem of her kitty cat sweater and began pulling it up over her abdomen. Santana looked at the reflection in the mirror and her eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of taut back muscles and two adorable little dimples at the base of Brittany's spine. She looked away when Brittany pulled her sweater up even higher, exposing the pastel pink lace of her bra. Santana's breath hitched and she could feel her heart racing faster and faster as she looked into the mirror intently. When she felt like her lungs were about to collapse, she grabbed her phone off of the dresser next to Brittany's door and she quickly left the room.

Damn it. Why the hell am I acting so weird around her? We've been best friends for the longest time and this definitely isn't the first time I've seen her change! Hell, I was WITH HER when she bought that bra. What is going on with me? Santana ranted in her head.

She busied her mind with preparing the space for their movie marathon. Santana went quickly to the nearest grocery store to buy their favorite snacks (mostly Brittany's favorites) and brought them back to Brittany's house and set them out on the coffee table.

"ERM HFRR!" Brittany mumbles as she suddenly appears in the living room, hidden behind a mountain of pillows and blankets in her arm. She turns and looks to Santana who is still pouring the snacks out into bowls. "Ooh! Are those junior mints? Yaaaaaaaasssss," she moans, dropping the pillows and blankets altogether to sneak one into her mouth. Brittany tackles Santana to the ground in a bear hug repeating "I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU" over and over again.

"Get off of me, you lunatic! I don't deserve this!" Santana playfully shouts back while slapping Brittany's forearms trying to get her to release her.

"Hah. Whatever you say, sweets," Brittany smirks as she lets Santana go and sits up. She takes another junior mint out of the bowl and chucks it at Santana, hitting her square in the forehead. Santana acts like she's been severely wounded and dramatically brings her hand up to the spot where the candy hit her. She narrows her eyes at the blonde before grabbing her arm and pulling her to sit with her on the blanket-buried couch.

"Okay, what do you want to watch, Britt?" Santana asks her while flipping through Netflix using the remote.

"Honestly, anything's fine with me, San. I'm just really tired," she answers, relaxing into the couch cushions and fixing the blankets to wrap around her.

Brittany watches as Santana selects Ratatouille, one of their favorite movies, before setting the remote down on the table and settling into Brittany's side. Santana tucks her head into the crook of Brittany's neck, wrapping her arm across her best friend's midsection and resting her ear above her best friend's heart. Brittany folds her legs up on the couch and tilts her head to rest back on one of the pillows. She turns to the side just the slightest bit, observing the way the moonlight reflects off of Santana's small studded earrings and perfectly frames her delicate cheekbones.

They watch the movie for a while before Brittany begins to doze off, struggling to keep her eyes open until she finally leaves them shut. Santana notices, but continues watching the movie, simply content with the feeling of Brittany in her arms. It's only shortly after that that she falls asleep, too.

Like magic, Brittany's eyes open as soon as the movie credits begin rolling, but she quickly closes them again after being blinded by the TV screen's light. She moves to get up from the couch when she realizes that Santana is still snuggled into her, asleep. Brittany relaxes back into the couch for a moment, enjoying the way Santana's arm is protectively wrapped around her. The way her cheek is pressed against her shoulder. The feel of her small puffs of air against her neck. Brittany loves knowing that she is one of the very few people that gets to see Santana in such a vulnerable and intimate state: in her sleep.

"Santana, hey," she calls out softly. "Hey, sweets. You need to wake up. We fell asleep on the couch."

Santana doesn't budge for a few seconds. Then she stirs a bit, tightening her hold on Brittany and grumbling, still riddled with sleepiness. Brittany knew better than to try and wake her some more, so she moved underneath the sleeping girl, snaked her arms underneath her legs, and lifted Santana up off of the couch, heading toward her own bedroom.

When she got there, she gently lay Santana down on her bed, noticing that Santana was still wearing her bra underneath her shirt as well as a pair of socks. Knowing that her best friend hated falling asleep with either of those two articles of clothing still on, Brittany carefully reached underneath Santana, slipped her hands up the back of her shirt, and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms as slowly as possible so as not to wake her. She removed the bra then walked around and slid Santana's socks off of her feet, and placed both her bra and her socks on the nightstand beside the bed.

"Good night, sweets."

With a final good night kiss to Santana's forehead, Brittany went to the living room to grab a few pillows and blankets, deciding to sleep on her bedroom floor and let Santana have the bed all to herself. Brittany was about to close her eyes and turn in for the night when she heard a small voice call out to her from above.

"Britt…?" Santana said in a concerned voice as she sat up in the dark looking for Brittany. She spotted her on the ground lying in her makeshift bed. "Hey… what are you doing down there…?" she asked groggily, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes.

Brittany responded, "Oh, you're awake. I, umm—I thought I would sleep down here."

Santana frowned a little, both in confusion and disappointment, but Brittany couldn't see it in the dark.

"Honey, when have we ever not shared a bed?"

Brittany had no answer. She lied there in silence, hoping that Santana would ask her to join her.

"Get your cute little ass over here right this second, Britt," Santana slurred, still fazed by her own sleepiness. She scooted over to her side of the bed and lazily stuck her arms out.

Brittany grinned and happily obliged, crawling into bed with Santana and burying herself underneath her best friend's arms. She rested her hand over Santana's collarbone and intertwined their legs under the sheets.

"Good night, Santana," she sighed sweetly into her ear, her eyes already closed. "I had the most amazing day with you today."

Santana lazily smirked in celebration and answered back, "I had the most amazing day with you too, Britt," but by the time she said this, Brittany's breathing had already evened out and her best friend was already drifting deep into slumber. Santana looked down, leaned over, and kissed her cheek gently.

"Good night, cupcake."

And they both dreamt of each other that night.

And that's a wrap! (For now, I mean! Until the next chapter! Not like, forever.)

Hope you guys enjoyed it! Again, thanks for reading and make sure you leave me some reviews if you liked it! And if you didn't like it, also make sure you leave me some reviews telling me how much you absolutely hated it! Whatever tickles your peach.

Meanwhile, +moans because Natasha Negovanlis+

Until next time!

-Andy