Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters

Santana's new favorite store: Ikea

It was three-thirty in the afternoon when Santana Lopez and her girlfriend, Brittany Johnsson (A/N:They never mentioned her last name.) set out to find something to do to make their Sunday more exciting besides watching movies and Dance Dance Revolution at home. (Partly because the Dutch girl always won and partly because all Santana wanted to do was sleep in.) So they spent about twenty minutes in rush hour traffic, chatting about homework or Glee Club, arguing about which CD/r radio station to listen to or how funny a cloud looked like to Brittany. (Which most of the time was a duck.)

After a few more minutes they were driving towards the central mall/movie duplex when Brittany let out a excited squeal when they came to a stop light. The Latina quirked an eyebrow.

"What? What is it, Britt? Santana asked. She watched as Brittany pressed her lightly flushed cheeks against the glass of her window like a six year old, as making fog appear from her breaths. Santana rolled her eyes but smiled and asked like a parent humoring her child:"What do you see, sweetie?"

Brittany pulled her face away from the window to look at her girlfriend. Doing a double take Santana swore she saw a perfectly made happy face imprinted in the now foggy window before it evaporated.

"The Ikea store is still open!" Brittany excitedly.

Santana stared at her waiting for a reason why she brought that particular store up. "So?" The blond bounced up and down in her seat excitedly, biting down on her bottom lip. Santana watched her with a mixture of humor and slightly aroused expression before turning her attention back towards the road.

"Let's go check it out!"

"Why?"

"Because it might be fun!" Santana sighed.

"How can a furniture store be fun?" At that moment a few intimate images of her and Brittany doing it in a bed display in the middle of Ikea popped in to her head, a dark blush spreading across her darkly tanned cheeks as she tightened her grip on the leather material of the steering wheel. The lightest tap on the shoulder by her girlfriend followed by a soft, "Santana?"

"What?" Santana felt her heart hammer wildly as she felt Bee's hand travel slowly, sensationally from her shoulder and to her soft spot where her forearm met upper arm. Santana suppressed the moan building up in the bottom of her chest, as Bee's hot, strawberry sweet breath brushed against her earlobe.

"Please...?"

Oh.

Dear.

God.

"O-Okay...For only a few minutes." Brittany whimpered. "Or maybe an hour."

As Santana signaled to make a U-turn she had a feeling that Ikea was going to be her new favorite store.

Author's note: If you want to see what adventures wait for Bee and S, review.