Chapter 15

"Brittany are you serious? Why does the she devil have to come?" Fourteen year old Santana asked.

"Santana don't be mean…I like Quinn, and I love you, so you guys should like…like each other." Brittany replied, not looking up from the bag of chips she was trying to pour out into a bowl.

Santana sighed, trying to ignore the flutters she felt at Brittany saying she loved her.

"Okay first of all, Quinn bitch and I will never like each other. We've known each other since kindergarten, so if we were going to be friends it would have happened by now."

"But you sit with her at lunch" Brittany said, quickly picking up a chip that had fallen on the counter.

"So…I sit with all the cheerios at lunch. I also sit with some football players, you want me to be friends with them too"

Brittany shrugged. "If you want to. I actually think it would be nice for you to be friends with more people."

Santana scoffed and shook her head. "No"

"Ok well…that wasn't what I was asking anyway, you're the one who brought it up"

"I was trying to prove a point" Santana said, crossing her arms.

"It's not the same" Brittany said, finally emptying the bag and looking up.

"It's exactly the same"

"Nope"

"Ok how is it different?"

"I like Quinn" Brittany said simply.

Santana groaned. "Briiiiit"

"Santana please. Just let her come over, we'll hang out, watch some movies and eat snacks. It'll be awesome."

"Why does she have to sleep over?" Santana whined, already knowing she had lost the fight.

Brittany grinned. "She'll be asleep, what's the big deal?" Santana heaved a great sigh. "Yay! Thank you Santana! It's going to be awesome."

"Whatever, you owe me" Santana grumbled, though as she looked at the happiness in Brittany's eyes she couldn't bring herself to really be upset.

"Totally" Brittany agreed, grabbing Santana for a tight hug.

As it turned out, the sleepover had not been as bad as Santana had thought. She and Quinn still argued, but it had been in a strangely….friendly way. Of course Santana would deny enjoying herself to her grave, but the truth was, it had been nice to have someone more like her around. She loved Brittany, but it was hard to keep up with her constant optimism and rainbow personality. Quinn brought a nice balance that Santana had not expected. So, much to Brittany's joy, the three of them started hanging out a lot more. They often drove to school together, they had frequent sleepovers and would always go to and from parties together. At school, Quinn and Santana had stopped trying to destroy each other…publicly. Santana became like Quinn's right hand, and always had her back, making sure the rest of the cheerleaders, and subsequently the rest of the student body, followed her rule even before Quinn was made the head cheerleader.

People quickly identified the new friendship between the school's three hottest girls, and very quickly started calling them the holy trinity. When Brittany started sleeping with an endless number of boys and Santana's bitch mode seemed to be turned up to 1000, Quinn had become the head cheerleader, and ruled the school mercilessly. They were sexy, bitchy and untouchable, so most of the students had selected 'the unholy trinity' as the most appropriate name for them. Quinn had embraced the name, telling the other two that it made them more feared, and meant that they had a strong reputation that no one would mess with.

"Girls" Sue Sylvester had addressed them one morning. "To my office". When they were all seated Sue spoke again. "I've received some complaints about you three….well…mostly you two" she pointed to Santana and Quinn, "But it felt wrong calling you in without Bambi over here." She jerked a finger at Brittany, and Santana's jaw tightened. "Would you like to tell me what happened?"

"What do you mean coach?" Quinn asked, feigning innocence.

Sue sat back in her chair and surveyed them. There was a long silence, in which she hoped the girls would break, but Quinn stared back at her blankly, Santana glared, and Brittany looked as though she was not paying attention to anything at all. Sue sighed.

"I like you three. You run this school with an iron fist and your cut throat behaviour makes me proud to call you my cheerios. Maybe I'll even make one of you my head cheerleader. Brittany seems to be the only one able to control you two…lord only knows how that happened, but there you go. So I'm speaking to you now Daffy the dumb" Quinn put her hand on Santana's thigh and shook her head slightly. Santana had sat forward in her chair, looking ready to attack Sue, who seemed not to have noticed anything.

"Get these two in line will you?" she asked Brittany. Brittany shifted in her chair, glancing at Quinn and Santana.

"Coach, this is me getting them to tone it down." Santana smirked, this wasn't even close to the truth. Brittany hadn't said a single thing to them any time they slushied someone, or got the footballers to throw them in a dumpster or stuff them in a locker. In fact she seemed to be enjoying that Santana and Quinn were working together.

"Well, do a better job. Not that I care about the useless dweebs you are torturing, but I can't have my cheerios suspended. Understand?"

Brittany nodded.

"So we just shouldn't get caught?" Santana asked her.

"As long as 'the unholy trinity' isn't brought up to me again, I don't care what you do." The three girls nodded. "Now get out of my office".

"So the teachers are calling us the unholy trinity too now?" Brittany asked, smiling as they walked down the hall.

"I like it" Santana said. "It means they're scared of us."

"Yeah" Quinn nodded. "Bet it's Shuester who complained. After what happened outside the Spanish room."

Santana shrugged, grinning and Brittany laughed. "That was funny"

"We just can't get caught like that anymore, or next time he'll go to Figgy" Quinn said, trying not to smile as well.

"Yeah well…we have an unholy reputation to uphold, and I think the first order of business has to be to get Shuester back." Santana said. Quinn looked deep in thought, stopping before her math class.

"Ok…we'll think of something" She finally said. Santana fist pumped the air. "Alright well I'll see you guys after class" Santana turned to walk away, but Brittany was still standing facing Quinn.

"Bye Quinn" Brittany said, then leaned forward and gave her a hug. Quinn stiffened for a moment, then hugged Brittany back.

"Bye Britt"

Brittany stepped back and looked at Santana expectantly. There was a short awkward silence.

"Uh…yeah bye" Santana said, then she grabbed Brittany's hand and walked off to their English class. Quinn shook her head and opened the door.

"Bye"

Later that week, Mr Shuester found all of his things packed up in boxes and left in his parking spot. He was confused for a total of ten minutes, before he got out of his car and saw Quinn, Santana and Brittany watching him from outside the school's front doors.

"You did this didn't you?" He shouted as he stalked towards them.

Santana and Brittany plastered shocked expressions on their faces, while Quinn widened her eyes and crossed her arms.

"What do you mean Mr Shue?"

He pointed at all of his things out in the parking lot. "You moved all my stuff out here."

"Oh is that your stuff?" Quinn asked, feigning sympathy.

"Why would we do that?" Santana asked.

"Because I talked to Coach Sylvester about you" he replied matter-of-factly. The three girls looked at each other.

"Did you?" Brittany asked. Shue narrowed his eyes at them.

"I know it was you"

"Well, we were at cheerios practice all morning. Coach Sue was the last one to leave last night and first to arrive this morning, ask her if we had any time to do it" Quinn told him, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"Unless we were in two places at once, which isn't possible. Or there are clones of us, which we didn't make ourselves because I don't remember doing that. Maybe Lord Tubbington did it so I'd get in trouble. I found his cigarette stash and he isn't happy with me at the moment. Maybe we went back in time like in Harry potter, though Harry and Hermione knew they were doing it and we don't have any memories of moving your stuff. Maybe we…"

"Okay Brittany, that's enough." Mr Shue interrupted. "Thank you." Santana had both her lips in her mouth and was biting hard to keep from bursting out laughing, Quinn had hardened her face so that her expression was unreadable, but she too was struggling not to laugh, while Brittany was staring at Mr Shue as though nothing was the matter.

He looked at each of them, trying to find anything in their faces, but gave up after a moment.

"Like we said" Quinn said, as he walked past them, "You can talk to coach again"

"No" Mr Shue replied "….I guess….It wasn't you" and he walked away to find the janitor to help him move the 30 some boxes back to his office.

When he was out of sight the three girls burst into laughter.

"Britt you nearly killed me" Quinn said, gasping for air. Santana was leaning on Brittany, slapping her thigh as she laughed.

"Maybe Lord Tubbington did it" Santana said, imitating the monotone Brittany had been speaking in, then doubling over with laughter again. "You're a genius B"

Brittany giggled, proud of herself for the rant she had gone on effortlessly.

"Longest one yet" Quinn said.

"Yeah I'm getting better" Brittany said proudly.

"You're a genius" Santana said again, straightening up.

"Alright ladies?" Puck said, leading a group of jocks. They all stopped laughing. "Don't stop on our account. I take it the plan worked?" he asked.

"Yeah" Quinn said. "Thanks"

"Always willing to help out pretty ladies. I look forward to future business."

"Right" Santana said, grabbing Brittany's hand and walking away.

"You know ladies…My services extend way beyond carrying boxes. How about you come by my house and I really show you how unholy a trinity can be"

Quinn gagged and walked to join Santana. "I have a boyfriend Puck…who happens to be your best friend"

"How about you two then?" He asked, looking at Santana and Brittany.

"I'd rather sleep with Mr Kinney the janitor." Santana said, not even bothering to look back.

"BSP? I know you want to ride the Puckasaurus"

"What's that?" Brittany asked, turning to walk backwards.

"The best ride you'll ever be on" Puck said, humping the air. Brittany cringed.

"No thanks, I don't like short rides." and she turned back around. The football players behind Puck guffawed as Puck reached out to pull her back around but Santana caught his hand.

"Listen Puckerman, there's a new rule, and you better follow it if you'd like to keep both your pathetic balls." The football players behind Puck stopped laughing. Puck tried to look defiant, but Santana could see the fear in his eyes. "No touching Brittany unless she asks you to. Understand. In fact that goes for all of you" She raised her voice so that the boys a few feet away could hear. She threw Puck's arm down with so much force that Puck lurched downwards, and then she caught his face between her fingers and squeezed painfully, keeping him hunched over at her eye level. "Don't. Touch. Brittany. Nod if you understand." Puck glared back at her, but when she increased the pressure of her fingers he nodded frantically. "Good" she said, then she threw his head forcefully to the side so that he stumbled and had to reach his hands out to prevent falling headfirst into the lockers.

All of the jocks stood back and looked at Santana, who glared at them, daring them to say anything. Feeling sure that they wouldn't try anything, she turned back and linked her pinkie with Brittany, who was grinning wildly.

"Spread the word. And if I hear the rule was broken I'm gonna go ALL Lima Heights" Santana added, finally walking away from the group.

Quinn had been standing watching the whole ordeal in shock. She hadn't seen Santana snap like that in a long time, and the fact that the trigger had been a perceived threat to Brittany was very intriguing to her. This was the first clue Quinn had gotten that things with Brittany and Santana were not as innocent as they seemed.

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By the end of Santana's birthday, Elaine had been told numerous unholy trinity stories by Puck, Santana had gotten two more bouquets of flowers, a book from Elaine, a necklace from Quinn and a black acoustic guitar from Puck. Brittany had gotten her a music note charm for her bracelet. They were now lying on the couch as Puck and Quinn argued about the details of some story they were telling Elaine.

"Hey S, I have one more present for you" Brittany whispered.

"Britt no…you've given me so much today I don't need more"

"You're going to love this one"

"I've loved them all" Santana told her sincerely.

"Well…look at it, and if you don't want it I promise I'll take it back."

Santana laughed. "Of course I'll want it Britt."

"I'm serious though, if you don't like it just tell me, and we can take it back"

"Britt…give it to me" Brittany looked at her nervously. "What on earth is it?" Santana asked laughing. "Why do you look so terrified? Oh god did you buy me a car or something. Or a cat? Please tell me you didn't get a cat"

Brittany giggled and shook her head. Then she sat up and removed a small box from her bag beside the couch, handing it to Santana. Santana sat up and began to unwrap the gift. When she was done, she was holding a red velvet box with the initials SLP on it. She looked up at Brittany, feeling tears forming in her eyes already.

"Open it first before you start crying" Brittany joked. "You might hate it"

Santana shook her head and wiped the tear that was rolling down her cheeks. She continued to stare at the box, rubbing over the initials with her thumb.

"Santana you have to open it you idiot" Quinn told her. It was a mark of how emotional she was that Santana neither responded nor glared. Brittany placed her hands over Santana's trembling ones and opened the box. When she saw the ring inside, Santana stopped holding back and let out a sob.

"Baby why are crying?" Brittany asked, cupping her cheeks and wiping the tears with her thumbs.

Santana looked up at her and shook her head slowly. "Britt…It's real. We're getting married and you're giving me a ring."

Brittany nodded and smiled, her own tears forming. "Yeah I am. I should have a long time ago."

"Yeah" Puck said. There was a loud slapping noise followed by an apology from Puck.

"But why are you crying?" Brittany asked again.

"I've wanted to marry you since we were 15. I love you so much and I know we've been engaged for like… a year or whatever, but this feels different. I get to wear a ring and everyone is going to know I'm yours and we're going to be married."

Brittany nodded and wiped her tears. Santana shook her head and did the same, taking in a deep breath.

"Ok sorry, you just kind of caught me off guard. I'm not crying you're crying" everyone laughed. "Put it on Britt." Brittany gently pulled the ring from the box, placed the box on the table, where Quinn picked it up from, and then held Santana's hand.

"Santana Marie Lopez" she started, gazing into her deep coffee brown eyes. "I have loved you since the first time you snapped and beat up a bunch of kids making fun of me." Everyone laughed. "Since the day we met we've had a special connection that no one could understand, and that I have no desire to live without. I love that you have always protected me, be it from bullies in high school, or my own bad self-esteem. I love that you believe in me more than anyone else in the world, including myself. I love that you cross your arms when you're defensive, and how your nose wrinkles when you laugh. I love that you can be really mean sometimes"

"Sometimes?" Quinn asked laughing. Santana pretended to glare at her and looked back at Brittany.

"Why would you love that Britt?" Santana asked, unable to restrain herself.

"Because…"Brittany trailed off taking a deep breath. "Because it's who you are. So many people are fake and pretend to be nice to people because it's what's expected of us, but you don't ever do what's expected. You're so tiny but you beat up half the players on the football team, even Puck. You're so smart and could have gone to school and been a doctor or lawyer, but instead you followed your dreams and look where you are now! You're catholic, or were supposed to be catholic. Your family expected you to be just like them…but you were true to who you are and told them you're gay. You're so far from ordinary Santana and I love you for that. You being mean is just another thing about you that screams 'I do whatever the hell I want'." Brittany paused, kissing Santana's hand that she was holding while Santana wiped the now freshly falling tears.

"Britt…." She whispered.

"I love you so much Santana. You can't even understand how much I love you. I want to be around you all the time. If it was possible I would just handcuff you to me forever. I love your laugh, I love our conversations and I love the way you look at me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, because you're my favourite person in the entire world. So…Santana…will you marry me?"

Santana leaned forward and kissed Brittany passionately. She cupped her cheek with her free hand and used it to pull Brittany forward, deepening the kiss. They ignored the loud cough that Quinn gave trying to break them out of it, until finally their lungs screamed for air and were forced to break apart.

"Yes" Santana said. She kissed Brittany softly once more, then sat back. "Yes Brittany I would love to marry you!" Brittany smiled and slipped the ring over Santana's finger. They both looked down at it for a moment, Santana was rubbing her finger affectionately and Brittany was smiling in triumph. The thin gold band stood out nicely against Santana's caramel skin while the hexagon shape of the ring sat elegantly on her long slim finger. There were small diamonds decorating the edge of the hexagon and in the centre was a large smokey grey-ish diamond cut stone that practically screamed Santana. Everyone gathered round and looked at the ring, showing their appreciation for it and astonishment at Brittany's impeccable taste.

"You really like it?" Brittany whispered in Santana's ear.

Santana turned and looked at her seriously.

"Brittany I cannot even imagine wearing anything else. I had been feeling a little anxious over the ring because I've never really thought about what kind of ring I wanted to wear….but this…it's like you picked my dream ring…I mean…I don't even know… it's perfect baby."

Brittany beamed with pride. "Good cause it looks amazing on you my love"

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Two weeks later Susan and Maribel sat opposite Brittany and Santana on their dining table. They had arrived from the airport ten minutes ago, and had not said a word to the girls as they walked in, moved into the dining area and sat at the table. Now they both were looking intently at Brittany and Santana with meaningful looks that scared the younger girls.

Santana broke eye contact with her mother and looked to her left, where Brittany was staring down at her coffee cup.

"This is stupid" she burst out, standing up. "We aren't teenagers anymore. You can't use this psychological manipulation anymore mami. What is it?"

Susan laughed. "Mija, Por favor siéntate y deja de ser estúpida" Maribel said, indicating Santana's seat. Santana frowned, but sat down anyway.

"Can you please just tell us what the problem is" Brittany said, rubbing Santana's back in comfort as she pouted at her mother's harsh words. "Santana is right…this is what you did when we were in trouble in high school but you can't do that anymore."

"Look girls…Maribel and I have talked, and we've decided enough is enough." Susan explained in a determined tone.

"What's enough?" Santana asked.

"You can't have a yearlong engagement. I mean some people do but it doesn't make sense for you two. We've known you were going to get married about a year into your friendship," Maribel shifted uncomfortably, "and prolonging it is doing nothing but wasting time."

Santana raised her eyebrows and turned to Brittany, thoroughly amused. "I see" She said. "Well, don't you think we should be allowed to pick our own wedding date?"

Susan shifted, flustered, and turned to Maribel for help.

"Santana escucha. No one is picking your wedding date for you. We're just saying that it is time for you to actually pick it. You two have been putting off this wedding for too long, talking about being busy and 'the right time' and so on."

"Ma…"

"But there isn't any such thing, especially for people in your lines of business. You will always be busy. In fact you'll be even busier for a long time, but you have to prioritize each other. Consider this your first lesson in marriage."

Santana sat back in her chair and looked between Susan and Maribel. Brittany opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it again shaking her head, deciding to let their mothers sit in silence the way they had earlier.

With each passing minute, Maribel seemed to be growing increasingly agitated, something that only spurred on Santana's silence. The two Latina's glared at each other, unblinking, while Susan looked between them, then to her own daughter in growing anxiety.

"Look girls we know you're adults and of course it's entirely up to you when and how you get married. We aren't trying to control this decision, or force you into anything." Brittany raised her eyebrows at her mother's words, but that was the only acknowledgment they got. Neither Maribel nor Santana made any indication that they had heard Susan speak.

"We're only trying to make sure that you don't postpone indefinitely you know? It can happen. In fact it happens often." Susan continued to ramble nervously, looking pleadingly at Brittany. Santana raised her hands from their position on her thighs under the table, and placed them on the table. It took a moment for anyone to notice the ring on her finger.

"You can set the date for any time-" Susan broke off, looking down at Santana's hand. There was complete silence. Maribel was still staring at Santana, but spun her head round to look at Susan when she let out a loud high pitched scream.

"Dios Mio Susan!"

"When did you get it? Oh gosh it's so gorgeous. It's so so gorgeous did Britt-B surprise you with it?" Susan fired question after question, getting to her feet and walking around the table to grab Santana's hand.

"What is?" Maribel asked, but needed no answer as her eyes landed on Santana's hand, which Susan was now holding up to her face. Santana looked smugly at her mother. "Really Santana? All this time you couldn't have just told us that you were already going ahead with the planning?" She asked indignantly, though she too was making her way to see the ring.

"It's perfect" Susan whispered, tears filling her eyes. Brittany beamed at Santana, who winked proudly at her. Then she pulled her hand back and crossed her arms, looking at the two mothers in front of her expectantly. "Yes yes alright. We are sorry for presuming to tell you how to live your lives" Susan said quickly, moving back into her seat.

"Of course we wouldn't have to if they told us anything what was happening in their lives" Maribel added, with a cross look at Santana.

Before Santana could respond, Susan interjected with a question.

"Have you got a date?"

"Yes" Brittany answered simply. Susan blinked at her, realising that she did not mean to continue.

"Are you not going to tell us?" She asked in surprise.

"Well…if we tell you, are you going to bombard us with wedding planning questions and advice?" Brittany asked her seriously.

Susan looked at Maribel in exasperation, then back Brittany.

"We will try not to"

"Mami" Santana said. "Britts and I need you to understand that we are planning this wedding the way we want to, if that isn't clear by now. We don't want any advice unless we ask for it, we don't want any help unless we ask for it. We'll give you information when and how we feel like it and if you don't like it then you can just-"

"Mija I understand." Maribel looked Susan and smiled. "We understand. We're just glad you're finally on it. Please stop your lecture and tell us"

Santana looked at Brittany wearily, but nodded anyway, letting her continue.

"Ok" Brittany started. "We've decided on July 8th for the wedding date, and we're picking blood red and navy blue as the colours, with baby blue mixed into flower and cutlery arrangements."

Susan beamed at them, but Maribel looked like she was trying to keep herself from saying anything. Santana sighed and rolled her eyes, turning to look at Brittany for permission to go off on her mother. Brittany shook her head and looked at Maribel.

"Nosotras no queremos escuchar lo que tengas que decir Maribel" Brittany said curtly. Maribel looked utterly taken aback by Brittany's harsh words and gaped at her.

"What happened?" Susan asked.

"I was just going to suggest-"

"No we don't want your suggestions." Brittany looked at Santana and let out a laugh that sounded hysterical. "How clear do we have to be? Seriously? We don't want to hear any thoughts you have about anything unless we ask you for it. We refuse to let you turn this wedding planning into a nightmare by hounding us relentlessly. You can accept the details we give you as they are given, or you can be completely cut out of the procedure like the rest of the guests, and be surprised on the day. Either way is fine with us. But hear what I am saying to you right now and digest it. Santana and I will not be accepting criticisms, suggestions, ideas for improvement, or any other way you manage to spin the condescending way you both like to talk to us, about our wedding. " Santana looked proudly at Brittany for putting her mother into her place.

Maribel was looking at Brittany speechless and perplexed. She opened her mouth to speak, found she had no words and closed it again, looking to Santana. Santana nodded her head to emphasize Brittany's point, and then shrugged as if to say, 'sorry but that's the way it is'. Maribel looked at Susan, and then sat back in her chair and nodded.

"Fine" she said resolutely. Santana and Brittany looked at Susan, who raised her hands in surrender.

"Alright girls. You've been clear and we'll behave"

Brittany nodded and her entire body language softened, returning her to her usual bubbly demeanour.

"So we've got a wedding planner who has given us a list of things we need to do. Flowers, dresses, cake, food, venue and…" she trailed of thinking of the last thing.

"Guest list" Santana supplied. Brittany smiled at her.

"Yeah the guest list"

Susan and Maribel nodded following Brittany's words as she spoke.

"We've decided that we don't want it to be very big. We want to actually know everyone there, and be comfortable enough to have fun and be ourselves."

"So that means you can't invite any of your friends. We're inviting all of our family of course, Quinn and Puck, and some people we've met here. People from my label and Brittany's studio." Santana said, avoiding her mother's eye.

"Santana…" Maribel said quietly.

"No we're not inviting her." Santana said quickly, knowing her mother was asking about her abuela. Maribel nodded. "So we aren't expecting the list to be very big. You guys can write out the list of family and their addresses and email it to us if you'd like. That would help us a lot." Maribel and Susan agreed enthusiastically.

"Awesome" Brittany said grinning. "We'll let you know when the dress fittings are so you can come up, and we can look at venues…" Brittany paused and looked at Santana, who nodded once, then resumed speaking, "together. We don't know when we'll have time for that so we may be giving you really short notice for viewings."

Susan and Maribel shrugged. "Don't worry about it, we'll be here." Maribel said.

"Great. Well Santana and I have to go to work. How long are you guys here?"

"Mija we came all this way to see you can't you stay?" Maribel asked.

"No ma. You dropped by unannounced and like we keep telling you, we're not teenagers anymore. We have to go to work. How long are you here?" Santana asked, repeating Brittany's question.

Maribel sighed. "We have a flight at 8 PM."

"We won't see you then" Brittany said regretfully. "You may be able to see Quinn, I'm not sure when she's working you should call her." She stood up and walked towards the door, opening it. "Next time, call us and we'll tell you if we're free for you to drop by. We'll even pay for-"

"That won't be necessary" Maribel cut in quickly.

Brittany looked at Santana and cocked her head. Then she opened the door wider. "Ok well…" She smacked her lips. "See you Maribel. Bye ma."

Susan looked shocked at the sudden request for their departure, but stood up quickly and walked to Santana. She touched her cheek and smiled at her.

"Bye dear. I'm so excited for you. Call me whenever, I'm happy to help." Santana smiled genuinely and nodded. "Alright. Call Pierce too. He misses you." And with that she walked to the door where Brittany stood.

Santana turned to look at her own mother who was looking at her with an expression of both anger and excitement.

"What ma?" Santana asked irritated.

Maribel smiled and shook her head. "You're good to Brittany and her family" she said standing up. "You're also different. I know our family isn't like theirs, and I'm glad you have them to soften you up a bit, but it's good to see that you still have that Latina fire and are passing it on to Brittany." She blew Santana a kiss over her shoulder and walked out the door.

Brittany and Santana heaved great sighs. Brittany walked back and sat on Santana's lap, wrapping her arms around her neck. "Well that was fun" she said laughing. Santana grinned.

"I'm rubbing off on you" she wiggled her eyebrows. Brittany looked at her confused.

"Wanky" Santana laughed. "What do you mean?"

"That wasn't a very BSP thing to do just now"

"What?"

"Kicking our mothers out"

"I didn't kick them out…"

Santana laughed. "Britt you stood up mid conversation and opened the door."

Brittany blushed. "I was tired of the conversation" she said, trying to sound innocent. Santana howled with laughter, almost toppling Brittany off her lap.

"Ok, you just keep laughing I'm going to get ready" Brittany said, sulking as she stood up from Santana's lap. Santana pulled Brittany back down with a hand around her waist.

"You don't have worked till 11" she kissed Brittany's cheek. Brittany remained pouting. "Hey" she called quietly, wanting Brittany to look at her. When she did, Santana smiled, trying to hold back a laugh. "I was very proud of you."

"Really?" Brittany asked, forgetting to pout. Santana nodded with raised eyebrows, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

"What? Why do you still want to laugh?" Brittany asked her, trying to keep from laughing herself.

"Why did you do it again?" Santana's voice was barely audible as she strained to hold the laugh.

"They were annoying me and I just wanted the conversation to be over." Santana let out a burst of air, then could no longer keep it in, and laughed loudly, holding tightly to Brittany as she tried to walk away. Brittany too began to laugh and collapsed back onto Santana's thighs.

"I love you so much Brittany."