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Brittany had dropped everyone off at their respective homes. Quinn and I were the last to be dropped off.

"Today was so awesome, Britt," Quinn said, "we have to do that again. Your friends are so fun." Brittany was smiling.

"They think the same of you too Quinn," Brittany said, "We are definitely going to do it again before school starts back up." Quinn gave her a quick hug.

"Alright, I'll let yall do what yall do," Quinn said. I giggled and turned to Brittany.

"So…how was your first time at Magic Kingdom?" Brittany asked, leaning against her car. I walked closer to her.

"It was definitely memorable," I said. She wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Was it? What was your favorite part?" She asked. Damn, I really want to kiss her.

"Holding hands with an insanely beautiful woman," I said.

"Oh wow," her voicing was lower, "I did the same thing." Our faces were inches apart.

"I had a great time," I whispered, wrapping my arms around her neck.

"Did you now?"

"I did."

"You're tempting me again," She said.

"Am I?" I gave her jawline a few kisses.

"Santana."

"Yes Britt-Britt," I replied, in a sweet voice.

"I really want to kiss you…"

"Then go ahead." Brittany took a step back and sighed. I looked at her confused.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked. She shook her head

"No," She said, "I have something to tell you." I stared at her, my eyes begging her to continue.

"Santana, I haven't dated anyone since High School," Brittany said, "And I haven't been with anyone…romantically since."

"What are you saying? You don't want to be with me? Romantically?"

"No! No! Fuck, I'm not good with words. They always come out messed up," She said, frustrated, "What I'm trying to say is I haven't been in a relationship since high school. I had a friends with benefits situation for a bit in college but not a relationship. I don't want to just sleep with you. I want to hold your hand. I want to send you good morning texts and good night texts and good afternoon texts. I want to talk to you all day. This is all scary for me because I haven't felt this way in a long time. I don't want to mess anything up. I don't want to hurt you and most of all I don't want to get hurt either." I sighed and grabbed Brittany's hand.

"I'm nothing like my dad. I never want to be anything like that man," Brittany continued.

"I don't think you are," I started, "Look Brittany, we're in college, I'm not going into this thinking you're some saint and you haven't slept with anyone here. Even if I do think you look like an angel, you're still human." Brittany smiled.

"I've never been in a relationship."

"Ever? Wha-Why? You're amazing," Brittany said.

"People look at me and only see me as a pretty face. And for the longest time I was fine with that, only being seen for my body and whatnot. They don't want to know me beyond the physical. I get it though. I'm insanely sexy and my boobs are nice and my ass is fat. Hell, up until a few months ago I was fine with it but then you caught my eye and everyone else didn't matter. For once in my life, I wanted to get to know someone and I really wanted them, you, to get to know me too. Even before I knew your name, you never gave off the impression that if you were to notice me, it would be because of my body. I don't know," I rambled.

"I get what you're saying," she said, "I like you so much. I want to know everything about you. I like you like crazy."

"I feel the same," I said, "So what are we gonna do about it?" Brittany laughed.

"I gotta take you out on a proper date," She said. My phone started ringing. I looked at the Caller ID.

"It's Quinn," I told her, "Probably just making sure I haven't been kidnapped." Brittany grabbed my phone.

"Hey Quinnie, It's Brittany," She said sweetly, "She's okay. We are just talking. I'll release her into your care soon. Alright, bye." I laughed.

"Okay, I'll let you go," Brittany said. She pulled me into a hug.

"I'll text you," She said.

"You better," I said. She chuckled.


From Britt: Are you busy tomorrow evening?

It's been a few days since we had our group outing at Magic Kingdom. Brittany and I have been texting all day, almost everyday.

"I need to get laid," I groaned.

"Gotta get her to kiss you first," Quinn yelled from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes.

To Britt: work, sadly.

From Britt: day after tomorrow?

To Britt: I work the mid

From Britt: busy girl

To Britt: I'm off Saturday

From Britt: be ready at 6

To Britt: For ?

I placed my phone down.

" What are you doing tonight?" I asked Quinn.

"I don't know," She replied.

"Wanna head to my dad's house and use his hot tub?"

"Fuck yes," Quinn said, "These extra shifts are really taking a toll on my muscles."


Mae and my Dad were grilling in the backyard when we pulled up. We walked through the gate.

"I'm starting to think you've tapped into our security camera feed," My dad said, engulfing me and Quinn into a hug.

"Good evening, Mr. Lopez," Quinn said.

"Good evening to you, Ms. Fabray," He said, jokingly.

"Santanita bonita," he said, picking me up, "You need to visit more."

"I visit as much as I can, papí." I walked over to Mae and gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Mae, you are looking gorgeous," I said to her.

"You are definitely your fathers daughter," she said laughing, "Quinn! Long time no see. How are you?"

"Great! Just working a lot."

"Come to take advantage of my hot tub?"

"Yes sir," I said, tossing my towel onto a chair and getting into it.

"Dad! Is the food almost done?" A voice screeched. I scrunched my face in utter disgust.

No matter how many times I hear her refer to him as dad, I still get slightly pissed.

"Y'all didn't tell me she was home," I whispered harshly. Mae gave me a Quick Look of disappointment. I know she wishes me and Rachel were close but it won't ever happen.

"She has a few friends for a sleepover," my dad said. Out walked Rachel, in a matching plaid pajama. Behind her trailed Frankenstein, a human porcelain doll with a major gay face, Mercedes, Tina, and-

"Brittany!" Quinn said, drawing attention to us. She smiled as she saw Quinn and stopped in her tracks as she saw me. I decided to wear my favorite black bikini.

"Oh Santana," Rachel started, "I didn't know you were coming over."

"None of us did," My dad said, "But I love the surprise."

"The food is almost done. Rach, your food is separated from the meats and animal product food. I have Mac and cheese and your vegan Mac and cheese in the oven, it's almost done," Mae said. My eyes haven't left Brittany. She wasn't wearing anything outrageous or sexy, she just looks so good in anything she has on. She wore a white tank top with a pair of plaid boxers on. I bit my lip as my eyes trailed up her legs.

Quinn nudged me a bit.

"Huh?"

"Rachel wants to know if we want to stay for the sleepover," Quinn said, "They're gonna watch movies all night long."

"You mean musicals?" I shot Rachel a look.

"Musicals are still movies," She said.

"I ain't staying if that's the case," I said moving to the other side of the hot tub.

"We're not watching musicals," Brittany said, "No one would have agreed to this."

"I would've," Gay face said.

"Well you're a male Rachel, so you don't count Kurt," Mercedes said. I laughed.

"If you're staying, I'll stay," I said to Quinn, my eyes flicking over to Brittany.

"Guess we're staying," Quinn said.

"Mira, juega bien Santanita. No estoy bromeando. Por el bien de Mae. Por favor mi amor," my dad warned.

"I can be nice, papí," I whined. Quinn snorted.

"Mentirosa," my dad laughed. I climbed out the hot tub.

"Whatever, I'm going to shower," I said, purposely grazing my hand against Brittany's when I passed.


I walked back into 'my room' only in a towel.

I was shocked when my dad told me I had a room in his house. The walls were littered with artist I listened to when I was 13. I guess because that's the last age he really knew me in. The queen size bed had a red and black bed set on it. And the TV was mounted to the wall.

"You can always change anything you don't like in here Santanita," he told me, "This is your room. Whenever you come over, this is your room."

I haven't changed anything. I don't want to waste time redecorating just in case my dad decides to up and leave, again.

Quinn sat on the bed, freshly showered and dressed.

"Do you have a straightener?" Quinn shook her head.

"Ugh, I think this was a mistake," I started, "Staying here. I fucking lost a contact so now I can hardly see. I don't have a straightener. We can sneak out the back and I'll call my dad tomorrow saying something came up." Quinn rolled her eyes.

"If Brittany wasn't here, you wouldn't be acting this way."

"I can't have her seeing me in this beastly state. My wild hair and thick glasses. I left that Santana in Ohio," I said.

"You're hair is curly, get over it," Quinn said. I flicked her off.

"I don't like this at all," I groaned.

"Oh shut up and suck it up," Quinn said handing me my glasses, "Now get some clothes on."


I walked, blindly, into the living room. The opening credits for the movie were already playing. I walked slowly into the room making sure that I did not bump into anything. I refuse to let Brittany see me in my thick ass glasses and wild hair. I had thrown my hair up into a bun and decided walking around with blurry ass vision was better than wearing my glasses. I squinted to look for the blonde I always look for. She was sitting on the couch and I could clearly make out her big smile.

"You're gonna be my couch mate?" I heard her angelic voice say. I smiled. She held her hand out to me and I plopped down next to her.

"What movie are we watching?" I asked, as I squinted to see the title.

"Talk to me," Quinn said. I didn't have to see to know that Quinn was giving me a look. I nodded and continued to look at the ultra blurry screen. I could make out figures and shapes, just couldn't see perfectly. I rubbed my temples. All the squinting was giving me a headache. I heard someone shuffle off a couch.

"Food is ready!" Mae shouted. I watch her and my dad blurry figures walking around handing out plates. I held my hand out for my plate.

"Are you not wearing your contacts?" Mae asked.

"She isn't," Quinn said. I felt the cold plastic of my glasses in my hand.

"I don't need those," I said, looking at her.

"Santanita, wear them," My dad said. I rolled my eyes and put them on. Everyone was more clear. I didn't turn my head to look at Brittany.

"Happy? Can I have my food now?" I asked. Mae smiled and handed me my plate.

The movie played on and everyone sat in silence, eating. I could feel Brittany's eyes burning holes into the side of my head occasionally.

"Your glasses are cute," She whispered to me. I rolled my eyes.

"Please, I'm already dying of embarrassment here, no need to make fun of me," I said, still not looking at her.

"I'm not," She said, "They really are cute." I felt my face heat. I grabbed my fork and shoveled Mac and cheese into my mouth.


I hardly paid attention to the movie. Brittany's hand had found mine during one of the jump scares and my mind and body have been on fire ever since. Being such a home body lately, my eyes were slowly closing. Brittany scooted closer to me.

"Are you tired?" She asked. I nodded.

"Lean your head on my shoulder," she said, "I'm very comfortable." I giggled.

"I wish I was home and in my bed," I said to her. The movie ended and Finn put on another one.

"Sausage Party? Seriously?" Rachel said, "This is wildly inappropriate." Rachel reached for the remote but Finn snatched it back.

"You said I could choose a movie," He said. I rolled my eyes.

"You don't like your bed here?" Brittany asked, ignoring Rachel and Finn's bickering.

"Never slept on it," I confessed, "I come over here but I've never stayed the night." I looked at Brittany, who seemed deep in thought. She interlaced our fingers and got up from the couch, pulling me up with her.

"Where are you guys going?" Rachel said.

"To Santana's Room," Brittany said. I heard Quinn choking on her food.


Once in my room, Brittany hopped onto my bed.

"Best way to get used to a bed is to break it in," she said.

"So…you want to jump on the bed?"

"We're gonna jump on the bed," Brittany said, hopping on top.

"Britt, I'm tired," I said.

"It'll be fun," she said, pouting. Oh gosh, strike me now. She hopped off the bed and took my hand, pulling me onto the bed. She started to jump and I just stood there, trying to keep my balance.

"Jump, San," She said, giggling. I smiled and jumped a bit.

Before I knew, I was jumping with Brittany, laughing.

"I think the bed should be good now," Brittany said plopping down. I took my glasses off and placed them on the nightstand. I saw Brittany's blurry hand grab them and hand them back to me.

"I would like for you to be able to see me at the moment," she joked. I put them back on.

"There she is," Brittany said, looking at me. I felt my face heat up.

"Stop, looking at me like that," I said. Brittany smiled.

"You're cute with those glasses," she said, "I like you, Santana but I think I like this Santana the best. You're authentic self, with your glasses and curls, that I didn't know you had."

"I straighten my hair every other day."

"You're so beautiful," she said. I let out a big yawn.

"And tired, she added. She got off the bed and folded over the quilt and the flat sheet.

"Get in , sleepy head," she said. I rolled into the spot of the bed she cleared. I mumbled out a thank you.

"You're welcome, Santana," She said, smiling.

"You're going back to the living room?" I asked.

"Uhm yeah," She started, "Unless, you want me to stay with you?" I patted the place next to me.

"You did help me break the bed in, might as well enough how comfy it is now." She laughed.

"Okay," she said, walking over to the other side of the bed. She got under the covers and u handed her the remote to the tv. I turned so I was facing her, fully.

"What's this for?"

"You did come over for a movie night pajama party," I said, "You can put a movie on, I don't know how long I'll be up for though." She giggled again.

"Okay," she whispered. She turned on the tv and opened up Netflix. I heard the Netflix sound and a movie start playing.

"What did you pick?" I asked, my eyes fluttering shut.

"Crazy Rich Asians," she said. I hummed in response.

"Never seen it," I mumbled.

"It's really good, we should watch it when you're more awake," she said. I nodded.

"I'm so tired, sorry," I said, feeling sleep blanket my body.

"Hey, is she asleep?" I heard Quinn's voice say.

"Yeah, she's not fully asleep, I don't think."

"Santana can fall asleep in like 10 seconds," Quinn laughed.

"I'm trying," I mumbled out. Brittany chuckled.

"I'm grabbing my stuff and moving to the guest room.

"Oh Quinn, I didn't mean to kick you out the room," Brittany said.

"It's fine," Quinn said, "but I have to warn you, Santana is a major cuddler." I wanted to flick her off but my body felt like a bag of rocks. I heard the door creak but I could tell it was cracked and not fully closed.

"Good night Britt-Britt," my sleepy self let slip out.

"Good night San-San," Brittany chuckled.