Santana is dangerously close to just pulling Brittany into her room and locking them in there to avoid pillows and do...things. However, her mom coming home puts all sexy time thoughts on the back burner. They all sit down to dinner a few minutes after Maribel receives a call from Antonio about being late. "Brittany, do you have any siblings?"

Brittany swallows her food and nods. "A sister, Jennifer. She's four years older than me."

"It's probably a bit louder here," Maribel jokes, and Brittany nods and smiles. It definitely is, but she likes it. "Have you always danced?"

"Yep, since I was four. I was a cheerleader in high school, but mostly because my sister told me to. It wasn't too bad. There was some dancing, and people mostly left me alone."

"That's cute, you and Santana were both cheerleaders." Brittany laughs at Santana's noise of complaint. "What do you and your family usually do for Thanksgiving?"

Santana is about to jump in when Brittany starts to answer. "Nothing, really. My dad orders this whole pre-made Thanksgiving meal through the store. You just heat it up, and it's ready to go." Maribel looks completely taken aback at the idea that someone wouldn't cook Thanksgiving dinner. "We usually eat that for dinner—sometimes together, even. That's pretty much it, though."

"Well...I'm sure that's fun. I cook Thanksgiving dinner." Maribel tries to keep the superiority out of her voice but fails a little. Luckily, it just makes Brittany laugh. "We also watch a lot of football. Of course, there's several rounds of eating, all together. Nobody leaves the house, except for grocery runs and only when necessary."

"Sounds awesome." Brittany smiles. While Santana's glad that she seems to be doing fine with this conversation, she hopes her mother will stop the grand inquisition soon.

"Are your parents going to miss you this Thanksgiving?"

"No. They're visiting friends."

"Oh. What's your sister doing?"

"Going with them."

"You didn't want to go too?"

At this, Santana throws Maribel a look that clearly says "get the fuck away from this topic" before answering, because Brittany looks like she has no idea how to respond. "She wanted to be here, Mami."

Maribel gets it. "Well, we're thankful." Conversation lulls for a few minutes while everyone eats silently. "Brittany, do you want children?"

The water that Santana was drinking is now in her lungs, making her sputter and cough. Brittany pats her back. "MOM!" Santana whines loudly once she can breathe again.

"What?! It's just a question." There's a silent pause, and Santana hopes Maribel has dropped the topic. However..."Well, do you?"

Santana starts choking on her food, and her brothers can no longer contain their laughter. Brittany pats Santana's back again, and as soon as it's quiet enough, she replies, "Yes, very much. But not right now."

Impressed with Brittany's answer, Maribel raises her eyebrow and shoots a very obvious look at Santana. At the expression on Santana's face, the boys fall into fits of laughter again. Antonio walks in a few seconds later and sits at the table, piling his plate high. "What did I miss?"

"Mami is pushing Brittany for grandbabies already."

Another choking fit from Santana.

"Good. We aren't getting any younger, and you four don't seem to be in any hurry. Brittany, please pass the salt." Santana's glare transforms into shock at her father's response, which is the most obvious approval he's ever given of any of his children's significant others. It's also a blatant acknowledgment of the fact that she's capable of getting someone (specifically Brittany) pregnant. She can't help but smile a little at Brittany, who smiles back at her after passing the salt to Antonio. "Thank you, Brittany. So what do your parents do?"

What the fuck? Santana thinks. Are her parents part of some conspiracy to only bring up the most uncomfortable topics? However, Brittany handles it with grace. "My mom doesn't do anything, besides being the head of the women's group at her church. My dad's a plastic surgeon."

"Oh? What's his specialty?"

"Faces, mostly. All kinds of things to do with faces." Santana notes the shift in Brittany's eyes, imperceptible to anyone but her, but she knows it means something. "I know you're a surgeon. What is your specialty?"

Antonio looks very pleased at being asked. "Hearts. I'm a heart surgeon." At her father's gentle smile, Santana is reminded to never underestimate Brittany's power to charm anyone. "How do you feel about football, Brittany? Answer carefully; this is very important," he jokes.

"Well...I haven't watched much football since high school, but I am enthusiastic about the opportunity." That smile could seriously bring world peace, Santana thinks as she accidentally puts her hand in her own food trying to stop herself from grabbing Brittany's hand. Antonio and Maribel chuckle and the four boys howl with laughter at both Brittany's response and Santana's response to Brittany.

Dinner is followed by much of the same things they were doing before: video games, card games, and movies. Santana is finding it more and more painful to resist touching Brittany. They're on the couch, wrapped up in each other, mostly unaware of everything going on around them.

"I can't deal with them anymore. They're literally gazing into each other's eyes. It's disgusting," Diego says, with no attempt to keep his voice down.

"It's kind of cute."

"I'm telling every guy at the station that you just said it was cute. Man card revoked."

"Whatever, dick bag. I'm just happy for her. Look how happy she is."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm happy for her too."

"Maybe we should go see a movie tomorrow night. I heard Mami say something about going to a work party," Gabe cuts in.

"There aren't any good movies out right now."

"Not the point. Maybe if we leave them alone for a few hours, they'll get...whatever out of their systems, and then they'll be less gross."

"Ew."

Luis walks over to kick the couch Brittany and Santana are laying on.

"Let's go to bed, B."

"Keep it in your pants, Santana! The walls are thin!" Luis yells at the girls' retreating backs.

"Yeah, we need to leave them alone for a few hours tomorrow. For sure."


Up in Santana's room, they decide that clothes are definitely necessary tonight. Santana's positive she won't be able to stop herself if she has a topless and wanting Brittany in her bed. After lying down and getting comfortable, Santana realizes she isn't sleepy at all. "Are you tired, B?"

"Not really. Why, what's up?"

"I was just wondering why you looked sad when you said your dad was a face surgeon."

"It's nothing. He just brings up sometimes that he could fix my nose."

"I love your nose." Santana leans down and kisses the tip of Brittany's nose.

"I don't mind it. Like, I never thought it was a bad nose until my dad said something. I don't like that he looks at people's faces and thinks about what needs to be fixed. I wish he helped people like your dad."

"Who loves you, by the way. I've never seen him act like that with someone he doesn't know very well. Told you it's impossible not to love you." Brittany smiles, and Santana can't stop herself from kissing her lips. "Can I ask you something else?"

"Anything."

"Well...you said you wanted to have kids. Did you mean…like, I know it's a long way off, but...did you mean, maybe me?"

Brittany gently forces Santana's eyes to meet her own. "Of course I meant you, Santana. Who else would I possibly want a family with? I want little babies that look like you—if you want kids, that is. Do you?"

"I do. I've always wanted kids, but I've always been afraid nobody would ever want to have them with me. I'm worried, and nobody can say one way or the other for sure, but...I'm worried that what's wrong with me could be genetic."

"Nothing is wrong with you, Santana. Nothing at all. You're perfect. If we had a little girl with a penis or a little boy with a vagina, would you love them any less?"

"Of course not."

"Me too. It wouldn't matter to me at all. We'd just pay attention to who they say they are, like your parents did, and we'd help them and love them and do everything we can for them. You don't need to think negatively about passing on any of your perfect genes, okay?"

"You're biased. You just think that because you love me," Santana responds bashfully.

"And I'll love them, so they'll be perfect too."

"I want them to look like you too, though, not just me."

"We'll see what we can do."

They spend the rest of the night talking about private vs. public school, names, and haircuts that are adorable on babies.


The next day is filled with heated makeout sessions and trying (and failing) to not get caught. Santana and Brittany can't keep their hands off each other. They don't even come out of Santana's room until noon because of a particularly intense makeout session that results in a painfully cold shower for Santana. When Maribel gets home that evening, she tells them that she and Antonio have a work party that night, puts some money on the counter for dinner, and leaves. Santana, who's sick of being teased all day by her brothers, suggests a movie in her room. Once Santana unpacks her laptop, Brittany realizes, "Oh, I left my drink downstairs. Be right back."

When the blonde runs downstairs, she bumps into Santana's brothers, who are putting their coats on. "We're going out for dinner and a movie, so that should give you guys a few hours alone for...you know. Whatever. Just try to be less all over each other by the time we get back. Get it out of your systems." Brittany looks at Miguel with a confused expression on her face. "You and Santana will be all alone for a few hours."

Her face lights up with realization, then quickly burns with embarrassment. "Right. Yeah. Okay. Well...see you guys later, then." With that, she sprints upstairs, no drink in hand. When she gets back to Santana's room, she slams the door shut and locks it behind her.

"Babe, where's your drink?"

"Don't need it." She's gazing at Santana with a look that can only be described as hungry. Throwing her arms around Santana's neck, she presses their bodies together and attacks her lips. Forgetting that her brothers are in the house, Santana moans into the kiss and grabs Brittany's waist. When she opens her eyes, Brittany has already pulled off her own shirt and bra and is standing in front of her, half-naked, giving her that look. As Santana just stands there, staring at her, Brittany pulls Santana's shirt over her head and brushes her hand over the bulge in her sweatpants. Then, she unhooks her bra before throwing it to the side and taking an already-stiff nipple between her lips, sucking and tugging lightly with her teeth.

It's all Santana can do to keep standing while Brittany lavishes her body with her tongue, teeth, and nails. Suddenly, Brittany drops to her knees, grabs the waistband of her sweatpants, and pulls them down, bringing her boxers with it. Before Santana can even step out of her pants, Brittany's licking around the head of her dick. "Fuck," Santana hisses through gritted teeth as Brittany takes more of her into her mouth.

Brittany wants to feel Santana come in her mouth, but more than that, she desperately wants Santana inside her again. Her body is burning with need, has been burning since she realized why Santana's brothers were leaving.

Santana is completely hard and dripping precum when she lets out a loud moan that reminds her why they can't do this. "Britt..." she pants. "Britt, my brothers."

"Gone. Went to dinner and a movie," she says before flicking her tongue across another bead of precum.

"We're alone?"

"Mhmm." Standing up, Brittany pushes her own shorts and underwear down. She can feel how ready she is as she pushes Santana onto a chair and straddles her. Santana doesn't even have enough time to process what's happening before Brittany reaches down, gently grabs Santana's dick, positions it at her opening, and impales herself on it. "Ohhh. So full," she moans as she takes only a half second to adjust to being filled. Santana grips her hips tightly, needing her hands to go somewhere, do something.

Brittany starts to move up and down quickly, and Santana thinks she may have died and gone to heaven. Brittany is riding her like she needs her dick to survive, her head thrown back, breasts bouncing with the force of their combined thrusting. Santana leans forward, kissing any available skin, before grabbing and squeezing both breasts and brushing her nipples with her thumbs.

It's never felt like this before. Santana keeps hitting this spot inside her when she thrusts at that angle, and it makes Brittany see white spots. She uses her strong thighs to keep riding Santana, and there's so much pressure building that she almost stops because it feels so different than usual.

Brittany starts making louder noises. Moans and whimpers and Santana's name fall from her parted, panting lips. Santana doesn't think she can hold on much longer. She's running her hand up Brittany's thigh towards her center, intending to rub her clit, when Brittany screams. "Oh my god, fuck, babe," Santana moans when she sees and feels a gush of liquid come out of Brittany as her muscles clench around Santana's cock. Santana thrusts herself as deep as she can, holding Brittany's now limp body to her chest as she comes deep inside of her.

Brittany doesn't move right away as Santana's arched back slowly eases onto the chair. When she starts to stir, she looks at Santana, confused. She has no idea what just happened, but she's a little embarrassed. "I don't...that's never happened? Did I ju—"

"You squirted, babe. It's totally normal. I've seen it in a porn." Brittany raises a tired eyebrow at Santana. "Like female ejaculation. I think it happens when you have a g-spot orgasm."

"I thought those were a myth." Santana feels a little proud because, yeah, she'd thought they were a myth too. "Obviously, they aren't though," Brittany continues. "I can't feel my legs. Can I just lay here for a minute?" Brittany collapses back onto her chest.

"Here, let me make you more comfortable." Santana goes to slide out of Brittany, but the blonde stops her.

"No. Not yet. I want to feel you in me for a little bit longer. Is that okay?" Brittany mumbles into her neck. Santana can still feel the tremors going through Brittany's body.

"Of course, baby." She runs her fingers up and down Brittany's spine, allowing her to recover.

Eventually, both of their legs start to go numb, so Brittany decides it might be time to get up. "Can we shower?"

Santana nods as she helps Brittany stand up. A shiver runs through her as she slides out of Brittany's hot center into the cool air. They're both covered in sweat and cum.

As they get into the shower, Brittany already starts to feel a little sore, in the best way. After hair and bodies are washed, they hold each other, kissing sweetly, and Brittany can feel Santana's erection pressing against her thigh again. "I want to go again, but I think I'm too sore to take you inside. Can we just touch each other?" Santana nods, and Brittany's hand circles her cock and gently pumps up and down a few times. "Be gentle with me, please," Brittany whispers into Santana's ear as she rests her head on her shoulder.

More gently than she's ever done anything, Santana slowly parts Brittany's folds, gathers some of the wetness pooled at her center, and starts making light, slow circles around her clit. Brittany isn't sure if it's because of her orgasm earlier, but her clit is overly sensitive right now, and Santana's gentle touches feel amazing. The buildup is slow and gentle, and they nearly run out of hot water. Finally, Santana pushes her over the edge and gently guides her back down, never missing a beat, even as her own orgasm hits and Brittany feels hot cum spill over her hand.

After Santana washes their bodies again, shuts off the water, and helps Brittany out of the shower and into her panties, they collapse into bed, pressed together tightly.

"I love you," Brittany says quietly into her ear.

"I love you too."

Brittany can practically hear Santana's brain working. "What are you thinking about?"

"The difference between having sex and making love, if there is a difference. Do you think there is?"

"I don't know. I love you every time we have sex, so isn't it always making love? Maybe there are different kinds. Sometimes, it's super sweet and gentle. Sometimes, it's quick and rough. Sometimes, it might be experimental. You know?"

"Yeah. What kind is your favorite?"

"Any kind of sex with you is amazing. I like the variety, and I love trying new things with you. But sweet and gentle is my favorite, I think. You?"

"Me too. It was so hot when you pushed me down and climbed on top, and I loved it. But I love holding you and looking into your eyes. It makes me feel more connected."

"It makes me feel loved and protected and important."

"You are all of those things, Brittany. I'm glad I can make you feel that way." Santana brings Brittany's hand to her lips and kisses her fingers.

"We still have some time until your brothers get home, but I think my lady parts are done for tonight. Is that okay?"

"Do you have to ask? Of course. Movie?"

"Yeah! Which one?"

"I was thinking maybe this movie I grabbed when we rented the others. I don't know if you've heard of it...Ice Age?" Santana jokes.

Brittany claps excitedly. "I love that series!"

"I know, baby, that's why I got this. I've never seen them, but I know you love them."

As they watch the movie, Santana learns that one of her favorite feelings of all time is Brittany giggling against her naked chest. She also learns that she might like Ice Age. Whatever.


On Thanksgiving morning, they wake up to Antonio knocking on the door, telling them to get up because he wants to start putting up Christmas lights. Santana grumbles, but Brittany is throwing clothes on so quickly Santana's eyes can hardly keep up. "We don't decorate for Christmas! Someone from the homeowners' association comes to the house and does it, so all the houses look the same. San, this is going to be awesome!"

Well, how can you argue with that enthusiasm? By the time Santana gets downstairs, Brittany, Luis, and Antonio are already outside. Brittany is precariously putting a ladder up while her father and brother try to untangle a giant ball of lights. Brittany's excitement is contagious, and Antonio states several times that next year, he and Brittany will team up and do the ultimate in Christmas decorations. Santana's heart flutters, loving that other people can see her and Brittany's future together.

By time they're done, they're all shivering, and Brittany's lips are blue. They eat their first round of Thanksgiving food, and Brittany is positive she's never eaten so many good things in her life. She's so full that she jokingly tells Santana to carry her into the living room. Before either of them can blink, she's swept up, shrieking, and deposited on the couch by a laughing Diego. Laughing, Santana joins her on the couch, cautious to not put any pressure on either of their stomachs. While Luis and Gabe clear the table, Antonio turns on the football game.

The rest of the day is a repeat cycle of food, football, and lots of laughter, resulting in both Santana and Brittany passing out on the couch, cuddled close together. The Latina wakes up in the middle of the night and considers waking Brittany to walk upstairs, but she's so warm and comfortable under the blanket someone put over them that she just falls right back to sleep.

She wakes up the next morning, alone on the couch, to find that Brittany is already outside. The blonde is bundled up in a coat and what looks like her mother's scarf (Santana can guess who's responsible for that), working on round two of Christmas decorations with her family. After Santana showers, she comes back downstairs to sit on the couch next to Gabe, who wraps an arm around her shoulder as they watch some show about a pawn shop. Not long after, Brittany, Antonio, Luis, and Miguel come in. Brittany kisses Santana's head before running upstairs to shower and warm up. Santana loves how happy she looks.

"Santana, can you come upstairs?" Antonio yells from his office.

Pulling herself away from a now-snoring Gabe, Santana goes into his office. "What's up, Papi?" she asks as she sits down on his couch.

"Well, your mother and I were talking the other night, and there's—" he hesitates for a second. "Parents make mistakes, and we do things we regret. Okay?" Santana nods slowly, still unsure where this is going. "I love you. I know you know that." She nods again; she does know that. "I've said some things to you that I regret, and I didn't think it would be appropriate for me to tell you how happy I am that you've found someone like Brittany, without first telling you how sorry I am that I might've ever made you feel like you aren't absolutely fine the way you were. I know, and have known for some time, that you aren't weird or flawed. Your anatomy doesn't matter. You are just you, Santana, and I am so proud of you. You are talented and smart and caring. I think my problems with accepting you had more to do with guilt and fear. I wanted you to have surgery, because I wanted you to live a normal life, but you do live a normal life. I hope you can forgive me."

Santana can't stop her tears any more than she can stop herself from getting up and hugging her father. With his apology, she lets go of the small bit of resentment she held. "Thank you, Papi. I love you too." She pulls away to wipe her tears. "And thank you for including Brittany in things. It means a lot to her."

"I can tell. She's a hard one not to like, isn't she?" They smile at each other.

Afterwards, Santana leaves his office and goes to her bedroom, where Brittany is putting on her LOPEZ hoodie. She pulls the blonde into a tight hug, marveling at everything that happened this past week. Seeing Santana with Brittany has allowed her family to understand that they did everything as right as they could, and because of that, they've all gotten so much closer. Things are kind of wonderful right now. "Cuddle with me," Santana says as she pulls Brittany down on the bed. She tells Brittany about the conversation with her father, about how she thinks she's getting closer to her parents, because they're happy and relieved that she's happy. An hour later, they both reappear downstairs to join the family, who's enthusiastically shouting answers at Family Feud on the TV.

Sunday comes much too quickly, and Brittany dreads going back to classes and exams. After Maribel makes her promise to let them know about her next performance so they can all come and watch, everyone hugs, and the girls are handed huge containers of food (with an extra for Quinn) and sent on their way. They stop to pick up Quinn, who apparently had a very dull Thanksgiving but is eager to hear all about theirs.

Brittany verbalizes her desire to not return to school yet. "At least we'll be done in a month and coming right back," Quinn tells her. Brittany's face falls. She won't be coming back, though. She'll probably have to go home, not only with her family, but also far away from Santana, for a whole month. It sounds like hell.

Santana notices the sudden drop in Brittany's mood and is willing to bet it's directly related to Quinn's comment. Is it too soon to ask her to spend Christmas with her family as well? Surely, Maribel would approve, especially if Santana explained Brittany's home situation to her. However, it's not her place to do so. She'll talk to Brittany, and they'll figure it out. Everything will be okay.