Apologies to Mr Walt Disney for, you know, everything that's coming.

Disney World

McKinley High music room

"Did you have a good trip, B? How was Disney World?"

"Super cool." Brittany beamed at Quinn. "I'm totally going to live there one day, in the castle. If they ever let us back in. We brought you a present." She reached into her bag searching for the gift.

"We did nothing of the sort, it was B's idea," came a voice from behind Brittany where Santana was lurking, trying to stay out of view.

Brittany pulled out a Minnie Mouse ears headband and Quinn grinned. "Aww, B. You didn't have to do th-" She stopped in surprise when she caught a glimpse of Santana. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing."

"You've got a black eye."

"Shut up."

"Why have you got a black eye?"

"If you think that's bad," Brittany frowned. "You should see Tinkerbell."

"You had a fight with Tinkerbell?" Quinn gaped. "What happened this time? How did you even talk your parents into letting you go?"

"You assaulted a fairy?" Rachel asked in horror popping up at Quinn's shoulder.

"Are you making offensive comments?," Kurt questioned, joining them.

"I don't want to talk about it," Santana muttered darkly.

"I do!" Brittany smiled.

Once upon a time...

The Lopez family were not morning people. They sat at the breakfast table and stared at a cup of coffee until enough caffeine percolated their brains and made them able to function. Conversation was short and to the point and everyone went on their way in the mornings with minimal fuss and interaction. This morning was to differ from the norm.

"Morning!" Santana chirped cheerily joining her parents at the breakfast table. Behind his paper her father frowned then grunted in acknowledgement. "So whatcha doing in work today? Anything cool?"

His newspaper twitched and he peered over the top to see his daughter sipping her coffee watching him intently all ready for school in her red cheerios uniform. He exchanged a mutual glance of suspicion with his wife. Something was most definitely off. "The usual," he answered and was once more hidden behind his paper.

"Uh huh." Santana leaned over and grabbed some toast able to see her father for a moment before she sat back down and he was once again hidden from view.

"You're up early," her mother commented.

"Have to, now I have to walk to school. Have you forgotten how you confiscated my car after you-know-what?" There was no further comment to that and the usual morning silence descended upon them to be disturbed soon after by Santana.

"I like your tie, Dad. It matches your eyes." Santana said with a mouthful of toast.

Thwack. The paper hit the table. "All right, I'll bite. What's going on?"

"Nothing," Santana protested.

"What have you done this time?"

"Nothing."

"Santana?" Her mother asked warningly.

"I haven't done anything, I swear!"

They watched her carefully and she stared back, seconds dragging into double figures and then.

"Okay, I was just wondering if I can go to Disney world."

Her father chuckled as though this was the funniest thing he had heard all morning, which in fact it was. "Have you forgotten how you are grounded for the rest of your natural life after you-know-what?"

"No-o-o. Of course not. I was hoping you'd let me out for good behaviour."

He snorted with laughter and took a sip of his coffee. "Why would you want to go to Disney world of all places? I wouldn't have thought it was your sort of thing."

Santana swallowed nervously. "Well, it's... uh... you know... it's okay. It's funny you should ask that. Brit-"

"No." Her father interrupted her immediately.

"But sh-"

"No."

Santana huffed and scowled as her father picked up his paper again considering the matter finished. Time for Plan B. Shameless begging.

"Please? It's like, for kids. How much trouble can there possibly exist in Disney World?" Santana snorted in disdain at the very thought. "I bet they don't even sell alcohol." A quizzical frown crossed her fathers face at those words.

"Not that I would drink alcohol, being under age and all. And after last time..." Her sentence trailed off into a mumble. She really wasn't selling this very well. "I guess you could always come with us," she said, not wanting that scenario to happen under any circumstances. "All those thousands of kids running all over the place, eating too much junk food, going on rides and then throwing up."

Even though a glimmer of disgust was visible on his face he was in no way fooled and Santana knew it. His paper rose again signalling his disinterest. She changed tack and went for blunt honesty.

"OK, here's the thing. It's Britt's birthday next week and she wants to go to Disney World. That's it. There's no hidden agenda or stupid crazy plan. That's my motivation. Britt wants to go to Disney world. End of. So, can I go?"

There was no reply from behind the newspaper.

Holy crap sticks, she had to pull this off or Brittany would never forgive her. Especially after her big mouth had opened and she had promised that she would take B to Florida to Disney World. Damn her big mouth and its words which came tumbling out whenever Brittany wanted anything.

"I promised her," Santana said desperately. "I promise I'll be good and won't let Brittany talk me into anything. Please. I'll do literally anything. I promised her and I can't break a promise to her. And I promised you I wouldn't do anything stupid and that I'd tell you when I want to go places and I'm telling you, asking you now."

Dr Lopez sighed at his relentless daughter. He would get no peace until he seriously considered the request. He put down his paper, all attempts to read it having been thwarted at each turn, and he peered across the table at a very anxious looking Santana.

"I suppose it's something you haven't already been and done it and gone and come back already."

"How may times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Santana groaned. "It wasn't even really my fault it was the cocktails. If it's any help, I doubt they give out free cocktails at Disney world." He raised an eyebrow as she rambled on.

"Besides, we already got married, what's the worst that could happen?" She then noticed the look on her fathers face. "Sorry." Still too soon for that joke, she made a mental note to self. "Dad," she said sincerely. "She's got a list of all the characters she wants her photo taken with. It's as long as my arm. It's going to be that kind of a vacation, I swear it."

He picked up his coffee and slowly drank it, while Santana watched every antagonising gulp.

"When will you ever learn to say no to that girl?"

Santana sighed and shook her head not knowing the answer to that, and suspecting it was never.

"I need to discuss this with the Pierces," he said.

Santana perked up at that comment and beamed an adoring smile at her father. She was breaking him down. It didn't hurt that she knew for a fact Brittany's parents had already said yes, just so long as Santana's parents agreed.

"Now go away and let me read my paper in peace."

His perusal of the morning news was once more interrupted as Santana threw herself into his arms ripping his paper in two and hugged him fiercely. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, Daddy. Can I have my car back as well?"

"Don't push your luck."

Three days later Santana stood in front of her car eagerly watching her car keys jingling about as her father waved his hand around, repeating the rules for the thousandth time.

"You ring home every day without fail or I will send the FBI after you. No drinking, no fighting, no stealing, no breaking and entering, no tattoos, no marrying anyone or anything..."

A/N: I went to Disney World ages ago and all I can remember is being too scared to have my photo taken with Mickey and my brother being hyperactive from drinking limitless coca cola. Has anyone been there? Can people send me their bad theme park memories/horror stories (cos I'm sick like that) as well as the best bits for some major inspirationalising. Also what do you think would be Brittany's favourite Disney movies/characters? I've got some ideas going already but you may inspire me further. Thanks.

New motto: Brittana is on. Brittana was always on.