A/N: It has been very fucking long since I updated. I should explain. This was largely because of writer's block. i know where I want to go with this story but I just lost my mojo. I think I'm getting it back! Hope you all enjoy this chapter, more to come I'm already writing the next ones!

Thank you for all the kind reviews and encouragements, criticisms and jokes!

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Chapter 4

Living with the Pierces, her in-laws, was kind of weird. Not bad weird, but just different weird.

First there was the fact that she was living with two people whose daughter she had been having sex with for a few years now, and now all of a sudden sex was weird because her and Brittany could hear Horton's snores down the hall and it killed night time sexy times. Now sexy times were scheduled for afternoons. And afternoon delight was great, still best part of Santana's day, but sometimes she just wanted to get naked without feeling like someone might hear them, and take her time with Brittany's body before passing out.

Also kind of weird was her housemate experience, which was not that vast. She grew up with a grandmother who demanded dinner be promptly at 5:30 and then watched her telenovelas while Santana did homework. They were often minding their own business and thankfully her grandmother knew nothing about technology and censorship so Santana had a lot of unrestricted internet access to help her get through her sexuality crisis. Her dorm room in college was a lot of her minding her own business after some hookups caused drama she wanted no part of (she still missed the leather jacket one girl burned after Santana rejected her). When she was roommates with Quinn during law school they also minded their own business and were too busy and too self-involved in their own lives to be annoying to one another. And Brittany was the only girl Santana had ever slept with and also invited over to her house after a few dates and hotels. Before Brittany, girls were flings and relationships were too time-consuming from her ambitions (girl were also cray cray). Brittany was a breath of fresh air, just a toothbrush in her bathroom, a drama-free girl with a great tongue, and an extra dinner plate at first (and butterflies in her stomach). Then as their fucking turned into love, Brittany became a messy drawer of clothes, an overweight cat that pissed on her shoes, the daughter of her boss wtf!, and a warm body in her bed she never felt like leaving in the morning for work. And when they got married it was an amazing relationship evolution, a part of Santana's soul was fulfilled with a companion like Brittany… but living with Brittany's parents was a whole lot of 'oh wait, I can't cook breakfast in my bra' and 'no shower sex just a kiss on the cheek' and 'no couch cuddling, but yes we can hold hands under the blanket' and, most commonly, 'no exciting dinner conversations.'

Brittany's parents were always around, hovering. They were nice people but Santana was very excited for their Richfield house to be done too.

It was also kind of weird to be living with her boss. It was one thing in her work relationship to realise she had been fucking her boss's daughter and get over that whole obstacle, but now she was her boss's daughter-in-law. She had to be the perfect house guest and the most exceptional lawyer. She had to constantly be on her toes and be a perfect woman.

"You look amazing," Brittany's arms come up behind Santana, feeling up her waist before resting on her hips.

"It's the horny pregnant lady," Santana teases, giving Brittany a wink in the mirror before continuing to style her ponytail.

Brittany rests her chin on Santana's shoulder and pouts, "are you going to do anything about it?"

"Sweetie I just did my makeup-"

"We don't have to kiss," Brittany's says coyly, her right hand sliding down Santana's hip bone and along the length of her skirt before tickling above her knee. "I won't see you until six today."

"I ironed everything," Santana eyes the dangerous hand and turns around, "and we can't just have a quick fuck with your parents down the hall and what if Sepp walks in for help tying his tie?."

"It'll be super quick, I'm so wet Santana come ooooon."

Santana rolls her eyes, "Fine, fine. Spread 'em. Let's go."

Brittany grins, sitting down at the edge of her bed and beckoning Santana over with a finger.

"This is actually kind of hot," Santana saunters forward, biting her lip before reaching over to tug down Brittany's sweatpants.

The door to their room opens after one knock and Santana jumps back instantly twisting back to the mirror with guilty eyes.

Brittany sighs at her loss, not at all surprised when Sepp walks in.

"Hey, I forgot to ask about this camping trip," He holds out a form, "we're going on one in a couple of weeks… also, can you help me with my tie again?"

"Sure," Brittany grabs the tie and starts to do it on her neck while Santana grabs the paper Sepp held out and looked at it.

/

Santana startles with an undignified shriek, "what the hell?"

"You have a meeting in ten minutes," Becky crosses her arms, looking unimpressed. "You might want to fix your hair. I thought you stopped sleeping in the office when you got Brittany, what's wrong?"

Santana sighs, realising Becky had awoken her with a warm, wet face towel tossed on her face. She waves Becky off, "Nothing's wrong, I'm just have trouble sleeping at night… anyways, thanks Becky."

She was often tired these days. Between work picking up like crazy because of how highly in-demand she was (cha-ching), training a few lawyers as best as she could (sometimes they were just so fucking slow), starting to commute from work to the Pierce residence which meant a half hour drive that was usually filled with phone calls on her car's bluetooth (god she hated driving, other people sucked at it), and managing to hit the gym for an hour everyday and then spend time with Brittany who she felt like she had abandoned whenever Brittany kissed her a 'have a nice day' in the morning and got all sad that she'd be spending the day at home with her mom… Santana was feeling energy failures because sleeping at night wasn't really happening properly. Every little noise and she was up. Anytime Brittany moved, she as up. It was exhausting.

Quickly, she grabs her phone and calls her pregnant, bored, sexy wife.

"Hey Sannie Bear," Brittany says after two rings.

"Britts," Santana smiles at hearing her voice, "how's your day, find anything to keep you occupied?"

"I went for my 'brisk walk' with mom, helped mom dust, listened to mom complain about our relatives, and now I'm sitting on the couch and I meant to play Mario Kart but mom is watching a soap opera."

"Hi Santana!" Santana hears her mother-in-law chime in, "don't you worry Brittany and I are having a great time. It's so sweet how you call her every day from work to check in."

"Mom can I have a glass of water please?"

"Sure thing Bree."

"I can't live like this," Brittany whispers to her, clearly now out of earshot from her mom.

"The house will be ready soon," Santana tries to soothe her, for both their sakes. "Just a couple more months."

"Not here, like this! Cleaning the house - it's already clean. Folding everyone's laundry, complaining about who said what to who about what, walking in ugly shoes, not getting to play Mario Kart… is this what it's like to be a housewife because it sucks. I'm meeting Joanna soon and that is the highlight of my day. Seriously. We didn't even kiss this morning, Santana."

"Wait, please tell me you didn't fold my shirts-"

"I am your wife, I know what not to fold."

"Right. Also, tell your mom to stop doing my laundry and your laundry, I'll do it."

"You're hardly able to sleep, let mom do the laundry."

"But-"

"Santana."

"Right, sorry… How about you come visit me? You can hang out here until you meet Joanna."

"Then I'll just distract you and you won't get work done and come home in time."

"How about those photography classes?"

"The class was full so I didn't get in... The instructor called me back."

"Shit. Want to open up a dance studio?"

"Maybe when I'm not pregnant?"

"Okay well… how about…" Santana tries to think and then finally decides on something. "I was going to bring this up tonight but how about you find out more about my parents? I think I'd like to reach out to them."

"Are you sure?" Brittany double-checks, "You haven't brought them up in two months."

"Yeah well, I want to know more..."

"Okay then," Brittany sighs. "I'll see you tonight, love you."

"Love you too."

Santana hangs up and yawns again before going to her private bathroom to quickly tidy up her hair before her appointment showed up. She was cooking dinner with Susan tonight to practice for a cooking competition, she's bring up the laundry then, maybe.

/

Brittany glanced around Joanna's kitchen with some passiveness. For a girl she had ended up allowing to be her bridesmaid at her wedding, she had never been inside Joanna's house. There had been a few backyard barbeques she came to when requested by her mother, but now it was inevitable. She was pretty much neighbours now, when her and Santana's house was finished being built later this year, and Sepp was best friends with Joanna's son since they met at Brittany's wedding, which meant they hung out together. It was nice that Sepp had a friend in Richfield Prep already, he seemed to be enjoying his first two weeks.

"They have been playing for three hours straight," Joanna complains, sliding an expensive glass-mug of tea in front of Brittany and then letting out a sigh, "I'm thinking of signing Jeremy up for something at school, maybe swimming so he gets some kind of exercise. And Douglas just buys him a new game, whatever he wants. I'm worried for his eyes!"

Douglas was Joanna's husband, Brittany sometimes forgot he existed.

"Hm."

"So you going to parent's night next week?"

"Yeah I think so…"

"Don't worry about the camping trip, they send us updates and the kids have a lot of fun."

"Sepp is really excited," Brittany says, remembering how he went over the permission slip with her and Santana for their grade nine 'bonding trip.'

"How's the tea? I actually started drinking this when I was pregnant with Jeremy, it helped with the nausea."

"I don't get nauseous," Brittany shares with a pout.

"Really? No morning sickness at all?"

"None."

And she's kind of disappointed about that, she doesn't seem to get any of the problems pregnancy books talk about. Pregnancy is easy. She just gets thirsty more often, makes sure not to do anything too strenuous on the body other than the recommended exercise, and lets Santana be the big spoon so the baby won't get squashed (even though Santana complains about her back getting cold from the window draft in their current room, Brittany's old bedroom, because Santana refuses to sleep on the other side of the bed which would mean her back is to the door while spooning in case she's fingering Brittany and can't see the doorknob twist when Sepp doesn't knock and walks in for help with his homework).

Which totally happened one time and thankfully Sepp had been totally oblivious because he was looking at his iPad screen as he entered with his question but for some reason he always does his homework at the same time Brittany wants to be fingered which, these days, is around four-thirty in the afternoon. No fingering tonight though, since Santana was practicing a dish with her mom for their church cooking competition and Brittany had to come pick up Sepp from his play date with boring-ass Joanna.

"You and your mom excited for the church cooking competition?" She asks.

"Yeah, yeah, we've won it so many times at this point," Joanna shrugs nonchalantly.

They hit a lull in conversation, and Brittany picks up her tea to sip on it. They silently sip their tea, and even though they've never really had things in common, Brittany can tell Joanna is lonely and having company over is making her happy.

"Hey, we'll be neighbours soon. That's cool," is Brittany's conversational charity to her friend, the bored housewife.

"Yeah! Your um… your new house is really coming along, huh?" Joanna perks up.

"Yeah. Santana is all over that. We are supposed to be moving in next month but there was some bullshit with the construction company which is taking longer, so we're going to stay with my parents until it's settled. And it's close to here, close to the school for Sepp."

"Totally," Joanna nods, "Jeremy and Sepp really get along, it's nice. Jeremy hasn't really had friends before."

"Sepp either," Brittany says.

There's silence again so Brittany coughs her throat a little and murmurs, "nice tea. Thanks."

Joanna sips her tea too before she glances tentatively at Brittany and asks, "Brittany… how did you guys adopt Sepp?"

"Are you thinking of adoption?"

"No, no," Joanna says in a rush, a light blush on her cheeks. "I was just curious, he was at your wedding and I thought he was someone's relative but then he stayed with your mom while you guys were honeymooning and he hangs out with Jeremy all the time… I'd just like to know more, as a mother."

It's a weird comment in Brittany's opinion. Either Joanna is genuinely concerned as a mother and wants to know where her son's best friend comes from, or she's simply curious and wants to know by hiding it through motherly concern.

"He was… Santana met him before me," Brittany doesn't really reveal Sepp's history with sexual abuse and rescue from child trafficking. That isn't anyone's business and she doesn't need Joanna telling parents who may go to school with him and then gossip about it and have it known by his peers. "His parents died a few years ago and he has no living family, we just connected with him and then it felt natural to adopt him."

"Oh," is all Joanna says.

They sip their teas again.

"He's a nice kid," Joanna adds after a moment.

"That he is," Brittany gives Joanna a sincere smile, surprising both of them.

"So how's… um, how's Santana? You guys excited for the baby?" Joanna asks, her eyes settling on Brittany's stomach.

Brittany nods, "yeah! She's good. We found out it's going to be born a girl, too. According to my mom all women in her bloodline have only given birth to girls as long as she can remember. My great-great grandma gave birth to two girls, one of them died prematurely but the other had two girls, my grandma had two girls, my mom had me and Gracie… it's kind of weird, actually. Santana is really relieved I'm not having twins, one of the ultrasound guys was in training and he misread we were expecting twins. It was really funny."

Joanna laughs, "I would love to have a daughter but… one child was enough for me! I was so overwhelmed, thank god we had a nanny."

Brittany doesn't roll her eyes too hard, "right… also our baby may be born a girl but she may realise she wants to be a boy, can't really have expectations, you know?"

Joanna chokes a little on her tea at the comment.

Sepp comes down from Jeremy's room ready to go and Brittany and Joanna say their goodbyes.

Once secured in the Audi, Brittany gives Sepp a bright smile, "how was your day at school?"

"It was okay," he grins at her and then glances out of his eye, "um… so the basketball coach asked me to tryout for JV?"

"Basketball? I thought you were trying to figure out how to convince Santana you don't need sports."

"I know but she emailed me a study on how my video games hours combined with my sitting-at-a-desk-all-day hours in school will affect my posture and health and all this scary stuff. Made me want to take up yoga with Gracie."

Brittany laughs, "I think you'll find an activity you like. But you got asked to try out?"

"I'm one of the taller guys in ninth grade so," he shrugs a little, "I'll give it a go. If I hate it, that's okay, right?"

"Absolutely."

She parks her car on the driveway behind Santana's SUV, a boxy looking black Lexus LX - a new car they had gotten for more family-friendly drives.

When her and Sepp enter the house, the lovely scent of whatever is cooking causes her stomach to growl and Brittany walks into the kitchen like she's been summoned.

"Hey," Santana smiles at her as she enters, "how-"

Brittany kisses her quickly on the lips and then quickly snatches some of the bread in the basket to stuff in her mouth.

"Mmmmmm."

Santana smirks, "I made it from scratch. You like?"

"I love," she says after swallowing her mouthful and before stuffing more fresh bread in the mouth. Yum.

"Brittany eat off a plate, you're going to be a mother soon," Susan whisks into the kitchen and scolds her older daughter. "Please tell me you washed your hands before you touched that?"

Brittany slows her chewing, "I did not because my pregnancy hunger just took over?"

"You don't get pregnancy hunger," Santana turns her attention to her seriously, full of worry "is that a new thing you've been feeling? We need to increase your protein."

"Wash up everyone! Dinner," Susan interjects.

Brittany gestures her chin for Santana to follow her and they go the washroom downstairs where Brittany washes her hands and informs her wife, "I was kidding, I was just hungry. Hungry is normal."

"Okay," Santana washes her hands and then shoots Brittany a raised brow in the mirror as she dries them, "random thought but, you want to go out after dinner? Maybe offer to take Sepp to a movie and when he declines so he can play videogames or watch TV we can go without him, get a little car action?"

Brittany leans over and fixes Santana's hair behind her ear, "yeah, sure. Why babe, not up for more sitcom watching with my parents?"

"Not tonight," Santana bites her lip, "I need a little privacy with you… my boobs miss you."

"That sounds nice, I miss them too," Brittany knows they both love her parents but the cohabiting was taking a toll on being able to let loose. "Let's go eat."

"Gracie won't be joining us after all, she's working late again," Susan says as they all sit down, sounding sad. Gracie was working a lot in the past two years.

"Looks amazing honey," Horton has his napkin over his lap and is already clutching his knife and fork in anticipation. Everyone digs in, and Santana and Sepp clear up the dishes. The family retires to digest their food in the living room.

"Santana, I really think we have a shot at winning that competition," Susan raises her glass of wine with a triumphant grin.

"Agreed," Santana raises her glass of water in return. "Actually, even though Gracie isn't here there is something Brittany and I want to discuss with you all, we'll just fill her in later."

Horton pauses in turning on his heating pad for his back, Susan squints her eyes after taking a big gulp of wine, and Sepp stops playing his gameboy to look up.

"What is it, what's wrong?" Horton asks. "Was the ultrasound man wrong again? Is it twins after all?"

"You're moving out already? I thought the house was taking longer," Susan sounds disappointed.

"Is this about sports because I already told Britt but I'm going to try basketball."

"No, no," Santana assures them all.

Brittany looks at Santana, and then the table, "um, we are going out for a date after dinner? It's Friday so… unless you want to go out to a movie or something Sepp."

"Nah I'm cool, I like watching Friends with Horton and Susan and I should probably finish my new game. I'm so close to beating it," Sepp says.

"Figured," Santana clears her throat, "but that's not what I wanted to discuss."

Brittany tries to think what else her and Santana have discussed recently to discuss with her family, but her mind comes up a little blank.

"Is this about the car seat choice because I know mom and dad will agree with me that the one you picked is overkill."

"It's high-tech and awesome but no, that's not what I'm talking about, babe."

"Um…" Brittany is confused for a moment more. "Laundry?"

"Something about laundry?" Susan asks.

"Not - no, um, remember, we talked about that thing?"

"That thing?"

"Yeah that thing."

"Ohhhhh!" Brittany snaps her fingers, "that thing. Yeah. Yes, sorry, I didn't forget I was just confused. I thought we were talking about it on the weekend."

"I figured we can talk about it now. It's been bugging me all week and I want to get it over with. It might be connected to mi sueno."

"Esta definitivamente conectado," Brittany responds (that yes, your sleep is connected, definitely).

Santana takes a seat on the arm of the chair Brittany was lounging in, perpendicular to Horton, Susan, and Sepp on the couch.

"What thing!" Susan is curious and clinks her glass down on the coffee table, "if this is about babysitting as grandparents we are willing and ready. That's what family does, don't you girls worry about that."

"No, not babysitting," Santana leans back, "but family, yeah… I wanted to talk to you guys about m-my family."

"Your family?" Horton leans in close, his hands clasped under his chin in serious thought. "What about them?"

"I thought your grandmother was dead," Sepp questions Santana. "You told me she was your only family."

"I… I thought so, Sepp," Santana leans back, looking at Brittany for a bit of support before turning back to him, "you asked me about my parents once and I told you I never knew them, remember?"

"You found something out about your parents?" He asks her.

"I did…"

Santana knows Brittany had told her parents back when they got married so they knew why Santana had no family at the wedding. Overtime they learned more detail about how Santana's parents left her with her grandmother who took legal guardianship of her and they learnt about Santana's fallout with her grandmother too when they accompanied her to the funeral. But they don't know of recent developments, and Santana knew if they were going to be involved in her daughter's life and if she was their daughter-in-law, it was only common courtesy she make them aware of things she had found out.

She looks at Horton and Susan, and sighs when she sees Sepp's concerned face. Their lack of family is one thing that had bonded them, and she knew he was more understanding and mature than other boys his age. She never told him why she didn't have parents though, he just accepted that she didn't.

"What happened was they were like eighteen when they had me and my grandmother kicked my mother out and never spoke of her, really, except when I was old enough to realise other kids had parents and I didn't. my Abuela said it was because my mother was no good for me and my father even worse."

"Your parents left you?" Sepp asks quietly, in horror.

"I don't know the full story... either they left me or my Abuela made them leave… I never really cared because they weren't there so I focused on what I had, not what what I didn't have. Until now."

Brittany reaches over and holds Santana's hand, running her thumb gently along the knuckles.

"So ever since Abuela died and Brittany and I decided to adopt you, Sepp, and are preparing to have a baby… I started feeling a lot of resentment towards them for leaving that I never felt before, because I could never imagine doing that to you, you know? Or her."

Brittany consciously touches her belly and notices her dad blink away a tear while her mother holds a hand to her mouth.

Sepp's eyes are watering with some tears too, and he nods, "I-I know, Santana. We're family."

Brittany gives him a wink and he laughs, lightening up.

"You found them, didn't you?" Horton questions her.

"Brittany did," Santana lets out an exhale, "I'm telling her she could become a full time investigator, she's on par with or better than Lawson and he's ex special forces."

(Lawson was their top investigator at the firm and the subject of Becky's many fantasies).

Horton and Susan raise their eyebrows, shocked at this very serious compliment from Santana who worked with many investigators for cases and were unaware of Brittany's talent.

"It was kind of fun but I don't love it enough to pursue it," Brittany shrugs her shoulder. "I can't wait to start dancing again. Should all else fail, at least I have this fall back on."

Santana smiles at her before turning back to the other three, "what she found out is what I want to talk about."

"It's okay Santana, I'm sure this has been very confusing for you," Susan comforts her, before waiting for whatever news was coming forth.

"That's one way to put it…" Santana sucks in a breath and then lets it all out. "We found out they live here. In this city."

"No way," Sepp's eyes go wide, "all this time? Both of them?"

Santana nods. "And there's more. They're married to each other and… and they have a daughter who is sixteen. A girl I've never met who is my full blood sister. Half my age."

"What the hell?" Susan's eyes are wide in shock.

Horton leans back and says, "seriously?"

Sepp's jaw is on the ground, "wait, and they never tried to get in touch with you? They… they… what?"

Susan picks up her wine and gulps it all down.

/

"That went better than I expected," Brittany picked up a piece of popcorn and then crunched her teeth around it.

"Britt, your mom is still going through the file you made and she was freaking pissed. Now I can't even bring up laundry with her until she calms down."

"You gave it to her," Brittany reminds Santana, rolling her eyes because of the laundry again, "she'll have it all memorized by the time we get home."

"I'm more worried about Sepp, that really upset him… he hugged me. We like, rarely hug."

"You hug all the time."

"Little side arm hugs. He full out hugged me."

"Look, you wanted them to know and now they know."

"Your dad agrees that I should I reach out," Santana chews her lip, "you still think I should reach out?"

"It answers the questions you're asking that you can't get from investigating. Like, what kind of people they are. Why they left you… if your sister has your mannerisms and is also afraid of trans fats."

Santana sighs, "I know, know… I still feel weird about this whole thing. I was so sure I'd go my whole life never knowing them but this… this is like, what the actual fuck."

They were sitting in the back and side of the movie theatre, about to watch a new action movie they had both thought looked cool. The lights dim and the screen starts playing previews. Santana leans her head on Brittany's shoulder and grabs some popcorn for herself, forgetting about her parents for a brief second before one of the previews shows a family blowing out a birthday cake and she frowns all over again.

Great. Even the movie previews were rubbing happy families in her face.

"Feel free to cop a feel, that'll make you feel better," Brittany whispers in her ear, "the smell of your hair just got me wet."

Santana's face blushes furiously and she looks around before letting her right hand touch Brittany's thigh and then press into her over her leggings and start rubbing. She was totally down to cop a feel.

Brittany holds her breath before gyrating her lips in the seat, and even though the speakers are booming loud Santana is close enough and attentive enough to hear a soft moan and whimper.

She raises her head enough to whisper in Brittany's ear while her hand slides inside the waistband and panties to Brittany's wetness, "pregnant you is so easy."

"I won't be able to enjoy the movie unless you take care of this. We didn't have our afternoon quickie." Brittany says it like a complaint, even though her eyes start to flutter in pleasure.

Santana can see her reactions even in the dark because they're so close and the screen lights up a bit of Brittany's face.

"I don't think I'll be able to enjoy it unless I take care of this either," Santana murmurs seductively, pressing gentle lips beneath Brittany's ear and then resting her head on the shoulder again to cuddle tighter so she can have better access. "Oh my god Brittany, you're so wet."

"Fuck," Brittany turns her head, "you're so good at that."

"I ought to be a pro by now," Santana curls her fingers up and dares a sharp thrust inside. "I'll make you feel so good…"

Brittany gasps and jerks her hips with each thrust. Some popcorn flies out of the bag but Santana keeps a steady pace, not going faster but harder.

Santana glances around, they're the only ones in the back of the theatre so no one is paying attention. They had picked these seats because they knew they'd get some privacy. The slight public indecency of it all is so hot.

She rotates her wrist and goes back in for some sexy talk because Brittany loved some dirty talk every now and then, "you're so-"

Brittany comes, one hand gripping Santana's wrist and keeping it there until she's done riding out her orgasm. Santana withdraws her hand and licks her fingers clean with a proud smirk.

"You didn't even last the previews."

"Shhh the movie's starting," Brittany says through a breath of relief, "and that was so hot. You want me to return the favour now or later?"

"Later," Santana leans her head back on Brittany's shoulder. "Can't believe you came before I could finish my sentence."

"Shh."

/

"How was the movie?"

When they get home around one in the morning, Sepp and Susan are fast asleep and Horton is in the kitchen drinking his nightly glass of milk - a new habit he was sharing with Santana who joined him.

"Pretty good."

"Lots of action, eh?" He says.

Her heart kind of stops when she remembers how Brittany thanked her in the backseat of their new, spacious SUV after the movie was over - her lips were still bruised and her vagina totally satisfied. She refuses to look him in the eye (because Brittany's tongue had just been in her vagina fifteen minutes ago) as she grabs a glass from the cupboard.

"Y-yeah," she grabs the milk next. Lots of action indeed.

"We might go see it Monday, I'm taking the day off." Horton finishes his milk as she takes the first sip of hers and then, after he's put it in the dishwasher, he turns to her.

"Santana."

She pauses, wondering for a random second if he somehow knew she helped Brittany get off in a movie theatre and again in the backseat of their car in the parking lot. They had never been the type to do it in public like that but desperate times.

"Yeah?"

"About your parents… are you really thinking of never contacting them?"

He was referring to how before she and Brittany had left, she asked everyone what they thought of her trying to get in contact. Everyone seemed to just assume that was what she would do, but Santana hadn't really given her opinion which had clearly been noticed.

"I don't know," she says honestly.

"If it means anything coming from me… my father left my mother when me and my siblings were young, never saw him from the age thirteen to twenty-seven until he came to my wedding. I hardly had respect for the man but… I'm glad he was there to see me marry Susan and I regret not introducing him to Brittany and Gracie before he passed away."

Santana nods her head, Brittany had mentioned this before but she realised Horton cared a lot about it.

"What's holding you back?"

"The anger, mostly," she tells him honestly. "I've come a long way, I don't want to regress…"

"Oh…" he walks over to her and puts a hand on her shoulder, awkwardly he says, "well we're here for you, whatever you decide."

"Um… thanks," she says honestly, appreciating her father-in-law for being there.

He grins, smacks her shoulder like he does often to Brittany and Gracie, and then calls a goodnight before heading up to bed.

"You know how you were thinking of reaching out to them after we have our kid," Brittany sneaks in from the corner where she had clearly been eavesdropping on their conversation, linking an arm around Santana's waist and taking her glass of milk to drink for herself.

Santana leans back against the counter, "you think I should get it over with?"

"The family knows... Gracie will know by tomorrow... life is short. What if your parents die and you never get to speak to them?"

"Morbid, babe."

"Where did you hide the licorice, by the way? I want it."

"I'm not telling, no processed sugar until after the baby is out."

"Sannie bear, come on," Brittany drains the milk and puts it on the counter behind Santana before both hands are on her waist and she purrs, "just one."

Santana crosses her arms and avoids eye contact, "no, Britt."

"Please," Brittany kisses her cheek, "I'm craving it."

"Crave some kale," Santana closes her eyes so as not to be sucked in by Brittany's persuasive eyes and pretty face as she pleads.

Brittany giggles and rubs her nose against Santana's neck where she's ticklish, "one licorice?"

"Brittany! Stop it!" Santana tries to get her to stop but is giggling too.

"You're no fun."

"I'm the mother of that baby too," Santana decides to kiss her and they kiss for a few minutes, maybe ten. Some tongue and boob-grabbing happens and the licorice is forgotten.

"Let's go to bed," Brittany urges her. "Everyone's asleep…"

"Mmm… okay," Santana lets herself be led by the hand out of the kitchen and she's about to turn off the light when she sees the milk glass on the counter. "Let me just put that in the dishwasher before your mom sees it in the morning."

"Seriously?" Brittany watches in amusement as Santana doubles back to put the glass away.

"What, I'm the best daughter-in-law ever."

"She would know I left it there, and it's just one glass."

"Maybe with you it's rebellion but I know the least I can do is put a glass in the dishwasher so she's met with a lovely clean kitchen first thing in the morning."

Brittany giggles with an eye roll, "you are too cute."

"And a total keeper," they are both startled as Susan's voice greets them, the woman was at the bottom of the stairs in her robe and blinking away some sleep. "I love nothing more than waking up to a spotless kitchen."

Santana sticks her tongue out at Brittany who just laughs.

"You okay mom? Not able to sleep?"

"No, no… actually," Susan clears her throat, "your father said you both were home and I couldn't sleep so I thought we could talk."

"About what?" Santana asks.

"About you finding out about your parents and sister," Susan says seriously. "I don't know why but I just feel so sick about it, thinking of how you never grew up with them and how long you've lived in this city with them just here, nearby. That file I was reading… Santana… you must be so hurt. It's one thing to leave your child because you're too young to properly care for them, but another to go ahead with life and marry the father or mother of your child and have another baby with them and never reach out!"

"I… Susan, I'm fine, honestly. Angry but… but I'm fine."

"Okay, honey," Susan moves forward and engulfs her in a hug. "I'm sorry, I understand why you're angry. I'm angry."

Santana can smell the wine on her, and she knows from experience Susan goes through the wine when she's uncomfortable about something (like overhearing a voicemail of them having sex after Lord Tubbington butt-dials).

"You really are a keeper. You're so ambitious and talented, brave and beautiful… they really missed out on an amazing daughter."

Santana is genuinely touched and gently returns the hug, "thanks. Want some water?"

"I'll get it," Susan lets her go, "you go to bed! Goodnight Brittany."

Brittany kisses her mother's cheek and hugs her, "goodnight, mom."

When Susan is out of earshot and they tiptoe up the stairs, Santana whispers, "your mom was kind of drunk."

"Yeah," Brittany whispers back. "She's got a point though."

"About what?"

"About how beautiful, ambitious, and brave you are. Oh, and talented, too. Don't I know it."

"I see how it is, trying to charm me to give you a little strip, huh?"

"Yes please. Or licorice, your call."

"Sit down you horny pregnant woman," Santana whispers after closing the door behind them.

Brittany sits down on the bed and grins when Santana dramatically takes off her black long-sleeve and tosses it across the room and into the hamper, letting Brittany feast her eyes on her smoking hot body.

/

"Britt?" Santana looks incredibly exhausted as she enters the bedroom. It was her Saturday off and she had just come back from the gym, only to find Brittany with a laundry basket trying to stuff clothes in their dresser but not sure what went where.

"How was the gym?" Brittany looks up from the confusing clothes.

"I was going to do that stuff - not that I don't appreciate it you doing it," Santana drops her gym bag on the floor, letting out a yawn before reaching over to grab her folded Victoria Secret sets and stuff them in the bottom drawer. "I moved all my stuff to the bottom so you don't have to bend. Did your mom wash it all again?"

"Oh, right… thanks… I was a little confused about why everything was different..." Brittany bites her lip, "she did… I saw the basket downstairs and just brought it up."

Santana frowns, "I'll go talk to her."

"Santana. You know you've been having really long days, you're gone in the morning by six or seven, you come home and we have our quickie which is the best part of my day-"

"Ditto."

"-and then you help cook dinner, or breakfast like this morning which was delicious-"

"-only a couple days a week, your mom does most-"

"And then you spend time with me and also with Sepp, even some helping mom prepare for her competition and dad talking about news events or work. Mom probably saw that neither of us touched it yet and pitched in."

"Brittany, I don't like your mom doing our laundry," Santana says more forwardly.

"Why not? She's really good at it, and she's my mom. She's done my laundry since I was like, born. It's not weird."

"For you sure, but you're telling me your mom did a load of my bras and thongs?"

"Okay when you put it like that, I get it, but she doesn't care about that stuff and you don't let me do it and mom knows all about your weird clothes."

"Brittany…" Santana steps forward and grabs a hand, "I'm very appreciative, I am, but I think I'd prefer doing our laundry myself, okay? It's not even about her seeing my lingerie and knowing what to do with my stuff, it's about how we are married and I'm your wife so if you're pregnant and generally suck at doing laundry I'm the one who will do it. Not your mom."

"Um… Sure," Brittany shrugs though still a little confused about why Santana cared so much.

"Ok," Santana nods, looking around the room, "by the way, I called Isabelle about those ballet tickets for tonight and she has one of her VIP boxes vacant because she's vacationing with her kids, we can invite some people so I was thinking of asking your parents? Sepp is on that grade-bonding camping trip anyways."

"Have you been getting the text message updates? Why do we need to know when he's showered? These Richfield parents are fucking crazy."

"I know."

"Anyways, sure we can invite them, mom loves the ballet."

"Yeah, and I was thinking maybe it can be also a thank you for all your mom has done, and your dad can get some scotch. It'll be good for us to all hang out away from the house for a change. Gracie might be free too?"

"Yeah that would be fun! I'll call Gracie. Mom's in the garden if you're going to go banish her from touching your laundry."

"Ha-ha very funny," Santana rolls her eyes, "how does going out for dinner before the show sound? Also, did you remember to do your approved low-impact pregnancy exercises?"

"As long as I can eat a burger there, sure, and I'll do them right now Mrs. Drill Sergeant." Brittany smirks and leans forward, pecking her wife's cheek before watching her almost run out of the room to the garden.

Santana finds Susan watering the plants in the house backyard garden. It was a Saturday afternoon, nice and sunny, and the woman looked happy to be outside.

"Hey, Susan," Santana walks over, a glass of water in her hand, "here, I thought you looked thirsty."

"Oh thank you Santana! I am thirstier than these plants," Susan gratefully accepts the water and takes a long sip. "What's your plan for the day? You're taking Brittany out tonight?"

"Yeah."

Santana musters up her courage before speaking about the laundry thing. This was her mother-in-law, they got along very well but Santana was not very close to her. Living with her in-laws was still weird but also not that weird because for the most part they let her be and she pulled her weight to help out with the house whenever she could. Since living together while her and Brittany's dream house was being built in Richfield had been Susan's idea, Santana never wanted to insult that invitation and made sure to be the perfect house guest.

"Horton and I don't mind when you both have your date night, in fact it's very important to have some quality alone time together."

"We were looking through things to do, Brittany wants to hit up the ballet and we were wondering if you would like to come with us?"

"Really? I haven't been to the ballet in so long…" Susan looks excited, "are we still able to get tickets?"

"Yeah, I already have them in case you wanted to come, we can grab dinner downtown before the show too?" Santana holds her chin up high and links her arms behind her back. Be cool, be cool. It was just clothes.

"That sounds perfect actually, Horton wanted a burger."

Santana lets out a laugh, "Britt too."

Susan shook her head at how alike her husband and oldest daughter were when it came to food. It was uncanny some days. Brittany would come home wanting to eat the same thing her father wanted to eat independently.

"But what I wanted to talk about is um… is um… the laundry?" Santana clears her throat a little.

Susan pauses just before taking another sip of water. "The… laundry? What about it? Did I ruin one of your beautiful shirts?"

"No! NO you're great… Listen, I really and truly appreciate you doing my laundry-"

"Oh no need to thank me, Santana, I've been doing laundry for so long it's not a thing."

"No, um, what I'm saying is I appreciate it but I'll do it, don't worry about it. I'll do our laundry, mine and Brittany's."

"Oh…" Susan nods slowly, "well, okay then."

"Right…" Santana awkwardly nods her head before gesturing back to the house, "So we can leave around six, I'll make a dinner reservation."

"Okay, great. We'll be ready."

"Okay…" Santana backs out awkwardly and then decides to see what Brittany wanted to do until six.

/

The ballet intermission was met with thunderous applause.

"So graceful," Susan tugs on Brittany's arm, "come darling, let's get you something to munch I have a feeling you want to snack."

"I'm craving candy but Santana is like the sugar police," Brittany pouts, "she keeps feeding me kale whenever I want junk food to see if I'll start craving kale in replace. It's kind of a fun experiment but it's not working."

"A little candy won't kill you it'll be our little secret," Susan teases her daughter, having a flashback to a young Brittany who would hold her hand at the grocery store and eye the candy, excited to pick one as a treat for behaving. Time flew by, now that daughter was going to be a mother.

Brittany looks back and sees Santana answering her phone and gesturing she would stay back for a minute. They share a look and Brittany points to the concession stand, receiving a smile from Santana who speaks into the phone but sends her a wink. Brittany smiles at their secret communication and follows her mother to the lineup.

Horton joins them after they had bought a bit of candy, gummy worms, and stuffs one in his mouth, "Having bottle service definitely makes this whole ballet thing fun for a change."

"Dad, you totally loved that last dance. I know it wasn't just the scotch." Brittany teases her father.

"Maybe because when you have a good view you realise how difficult the ballet dance is," Horton defends his previous ignorance for the performing arts, "and you know, I've been much more... appreciative of dance ever since you decided to make a career choice out of it."

"It took you a long time but sure," Brittany reminds her dad, subtly but intentionally, that he had not always been supportive of her choices.

Horton holds her gaze for a second and grabs another candy, "Brittany, we were just looking out for you."

"I know, dad," Brittany says, "I get it, I do, but it was really hard trying to achieve my dream without your support."

The mood between the three PIerces, one now a Lopez but forever still a PIerce, changes dramatically. It had never quite been resolved but they had fought a lot when Brittany refused college.

"But we're past all that," Brittany quickly adds, aware that her parents got upset with remembering how they never quite agreed with any of her life choices. "It means alot to me that you support my relationship with Santana, though."

"You both are great for each other," Horton says, "and your mother and I see her actions, how she's consistently treated you. We trust her."

"She's been through a lot but is so strong," Susan admires, "with a woman like that who needs a husband."

Brittany laughs genuinely. There had also been a lot of friction when she first told her parents she was in love with a woman, a woman who she loved enough to marry. Her parents had come a long way.

They both smile at her, they had grown incredibly fond of Santana as they gotten to know her before the wedding and now she was someone they loved. It was almost like she had been missing from their lives until she came around, and the love and respect she had for Brittany was what they noticed more than anything. How could they not support it?

"Santana spoke to me about the laundry," Susan tells Brittany with a smirk, "I promise not to touch it."

"She's," Brittany feels the need to defend her wife to her parents, "she felt bad, and I know you guys think of her as family and she thinks of you as family but we need our boundaries? Apparently as my wife she should do my laundry before you, my mother, do my laundry? Or something."

Horton snorts, "Brittany, the reason we respect Santana so much is she keeps those boundaries with us and she takes care of you like that."

"It's very thoughtful of her, actually," Susan agreed. "She's been making sure I don't too much and I appreciate it. And I'm sure that must be nice too, having a wife do laundry for you? Cook for you? Clean for you?"

"Hey now, I can cook if you ever let me in the kitchen, you used to love my barbecue." Horton grumbles, grabbing another candy. "But I agree, wives are amazing."

"She's a little particular about thing," Brittany giggles, "when we dated she was very rigid with dry cleaning and had a hired maid service for her place. On our honeymoon there were usually services at the hotel that did it but in England we stayed through AirBNB and had to do it there, she almost had a heartattack when she saw me chucking all of our clothes in at once and guessing how much detergent to use."

"Are you referring to what you and Tina call the 'lottery laundry method' and is that candy?" Santana enters the conversation, eyeing the bag suspiciously.

Brittany looks guilty, "I haven't had one yet?"

Santana reaches over into the bag and grabs one, popping it in her own mouth in a rare occasion, "have at it, I feel a little bad for making you eat kale everyday."

Brittany kisses her cheek quickly and pops a sweet into her mouth, moaning at the first taste. That craving had been suddenly satisfied and it felt like a relief.

"Was candy always this good? Also that was Tina's method, and we never found out where all the socks went…"

Santana laughs, bumping her shoulder into Brittany's, "by the way, guess who called me?"

"Who?" Horton asks, also grabbing another candy. "A client?"

"Sepp's school principal, Figgins. Anyways, apparently the basketball team is having trouble finding a parent chaperone so they asked us. Very sly, we can't exactly say no if we're the last people they call and everyone else said no, and then the kids can't even play.."

"I can do it," Brittany said, "what day?"

"It's Tuesday evening, you've got your art night with Gracie, remember?"

"Wait, what's Monday?"

"Monday is parent night," Santana says. "For all grade nine parents."

"I suppose I can do it," Horton offers, "unless it has to be the legal parent or guardian?"

"It does," Santana answers him, "I don't mind, I'm going to be deposing in the afternoon though, maybe you could help out in case it goes too long and I have to leave?"

"Sure, sure," Horton nods, grabbing another candy.

"I'm here!" Gracie joins them at last, only able to come for the second half of the show. She was still in her work attire but happy to see her family. "What'd I miss? Oooh candy."

"Hey," Brittany hugs Gracie, "we were just talking about how much you suck."

Gracie makes a face at her sister and then hugs her parents and Santana in quick succession.

"How's Sepp's camping trip going?"

"It's not even real camping," Santana holds out her phone to show them all some text-updates, "it's a hotel near a lake and the supervisors text me and Britt what Sepp eats and does."

"No way!"

"Yeah, this is what private education gets you," Brittany tells her sister. "And he gets back Tuesday afternoon, the have an afternoon assembly - no classes - and then he has basketball."

"But Richfield has the best University admissions rate in the city," Susan says, "when do they go to class?"

/

"Hi, can I help you?" An indian man, looking in his fifties, approaches Brittany kindly/ Brittany recognizes his voice over the phone which had sounded stressed out and it turns out in person the man is equally stressed out because she was ninety percent sure she had seen him sneak a Xanax.

"Principal Figgins, right? I'm Brittany we spoke on the phone."

"Oh Mrs. Lopez!" Figgins' eyebrows raise dramatically and he smiles before enthusiastically shaking her hand, "I'm so happy to finally meet you and thank you so much for the fruit basket. Fruit that is cut up into art is so much more delicious than other fruit."

Brittany nods with him, "I know, right?"

"Come, come, come," Figgins lets go of her hand and gestures she follow him into the room. "We at Richfield Prep are so honoured to finally have a child with homosexual parents."

"Weird thing to be honoured about but thanks."

Brittany takes in the room as she follows Figgins. She had come to Richfield Prep's Parent Night. Apparently the school had one separate mingling night for every grade's parents which was really a fancy party, and tonight was for Grade 9 parents. Sepp had been enrolled after his adoption papers went through and Santana was supposed to come but her work schedule decided to pick today of all days to need her.

Brittany noticed she was probably a little underdressed for this party but she didn't really care - it was one of those days. A Monday.

The board room inside the school was set up with high cocktail tables, some light jazz music coming from ceiling speakers, and men and women in business casual or dresses. This looked exactly like a stingy law firm party her parents loved going to. What the fuck. Brittany had been expecting something less hors d'oeuvre and more 'this is your kid's teacher for this class and this class and this is where the gym is.' The formal letter they received had no mention that this was open bar.

Brittany was wearing an Adidas hoodie with some Pink by Victoria's secret sweat pants which fit her growing waistline on account of her pregnancy, and which obviously still made her look super hot.

"I'll introduce you to Mrs. Martin," Figgins tells her, still excited she's there, "she's a hoot."

Brittany notices one woman pause with her drink to her lips and eye Brittany down with distaste. That woman was the opposite of all hoots.

Brittany gives her a kind smile nonetheless, who was she to say this woman was a bitch just because she seemed to be judging Brittany's appearance, maybe she was one of those 'I hate sweatpants' people and Brittany had offended her.

"Mrs. Lopez," Figgins introduces her to the woman and her elegant black dress, "this is Mrs. Martin, she's on the board at our school and also the Grade 9 parent coordinator."

"Parent coordinator?" Brittany asks, "why do you need to coordinate parents?"

"We encourage parental involvement," Mrs. Martin interjects. "Well, I heard there was a new student teacher for the athletics department, pleased to meet you."

Brittany knows the woman isn't pleased at all, but it hardly bothers her.

"I'm actually a parent," she corrects the woman, her words slow in case Mrs. Martin needed time to figure it out and put it all together.

The woman makes an amused 'oh' and then crosses her arms, "I don't recall seeing a Lopez in the student list."

"It is actually a heartwarming story-" Figgins interrupts, oblivious to Mrs. Martin being a huge bitch, "Mrs. Lopez and her partner whom we are so honoured to have, adopted the new enrolling student Sepp Lexikon, an orphaned boy-"

"We'd prefer Sepp not feel like he's getting extra attention because of his situation," Brittany pats Figgins on the shoulder, "but thank you."

"Of course!" FIggins clasps his hands together under his chin.

"So, where is Mr. Lopez tonight?" Mrs. Martin asks her before looking over Brittany's shoulder and waving at someone, looking like she was so done with this conversation, and then taking a sip of her red wine. "Mingling with the other men?"

Brittany sees the woman turn to where the other side of the room has the men chatting.

"Let me guess, he's the balding guy in that Italian grease tracksuit? Someone should tell him to trim his chest hair."

Brittany sees Figgins' eye bulge, "Actually Mrs. Martin that is Terrance, the new student teacher for the athletics department."

"My mistake," Mrs. Martin giggles as if she is embarassed, her fingertips touching her lips.

"Yeah, people always mistake that I'm married to a man," Brittany makes sure to keep her voice low and as unaffected as possible. "Unfortunately she couldn't make it."

"Hmm?" Mrs. Martin whips her head back fast, eyes wide.

"My wife," Brittany tells her, "is stuck with work tonight."

"We are so honoured to have homosexual parents at the school," Figgins adds again.

"Brittany!" Joanna walks up to the three of them, "you came!"

"Yes, yes I did."

"I see you've met Clarice Martin, she's such an amazing woman," Joanna gestures to the woman as she kisses her ass (who is still blink-processing Brittany being married to a woman). "Where's Santana?"

Brittany sighs, "she got held up at work. Mondays are the busiest."

"You two, uh, know each other?" Clarice clears her throat gently and collects herself after her shock.

"We're old family friends," Joanna says, "actually we've known each other for years, gone to school together, and now we're neighbours! It's lovely as well that Jeremy is good friends with Sepp."

Brittany gives Joanna a small smile.

"It's nice that Jeremy is finally able to make friends," Clarice says in a tone that irritates Brittany. "I was worried he'd never be able to have the courage to say hi. It's a shame Doug is such an athlete and Jeremy didn't get any of those genes. Though I suppose when you have a child so young you don't quite have a handle on his development either."

Brittany notices Joanna look down in embarrassment. Sure Joanna was a housewife practically out of high school, but Clarice sounded judgmental.

"I don't know," Brittany says, "I've always been really impressed with Jeremy's intelligence, when you're more intelligent that other kids your age it's natural to be shy. And video games are played by some of the best surgeons in the world to exercise their hands, maybe he'll be a surgeon or something."

Clarice scoffs but Brittany shrugs her shoulders at her friend who looks surprised someone has something nice to say about her son.

"Th-thanks, Britt... Brittany's actually expecting, Clarice." Joanna chimes in, gesturing to where Brittany has her hands folded casually into her hoodie pouch.

Brittany is a little peeved Joanna is talking to Judgemental Clarice like she's reporting to a soldier. What the fuck. The woman had literally just insulted you and your son.

"You're pregnant?" Clarice looks at Brittany's stomach. "Oh, I was wondering why you were here dressed like that."

Brittany is totally offended. Fuck this woman, fuck her dumb dyed blonde hair and her shiny dumb pearls and, most of all, fuck her -

"Britt!"

Brittany feels a body stand next to her and she is absolutely relieved to see Santana, who had slipped into the party.

"Hey, you made it out early?" She gives Santana a smile.

"Yeah, I just took a cab," Santana runs her fingers through her own hair, combing it back (and looking really cool In Brittany's bias, in love opinion) and then politely turning her attention to Joanna and Clarice. "Hey Joanna, nice to see you again. Hi, you're a fellow parent? I'm Santana Lopez."

"Hey Santana," Joanna smiles back and Brittany notices both women take in Santana's appearance much like Clarice had taken in Brittany's before.

It wasn't a check out, but it was a once over. Joanna looked envious of Santana's legs and Judgemental Clarice was looking for something to judge. Santana had her black blazer over her arm which held her shouldered leather satchel (since she had come in a taxi), a cream short-sleeved blouse tucked into a dark red skirt ending above her knees, and a pair of black designer high heels. Brittany also couldn't help but admire her, it was nice having a super hot and fashionable wife.

Clarice shook her hand, "Clarice Martin. I was just congratulating your um… wife on her pregnancy."

Santana dropped her hand and shot Brittany a raised brow as if to ask 'who dis', but with a loving a smile attached.

"Yes," Brittany deadpans. "She was telling me how she didn't understand why I was wearing sweatpants until Joanna mentioned we are expecting."

Joanna's eyes widen at the shade, but not as much as Clarice's.

"Oh, really?" Santana turns her eyes onto the flustered woman, narrowing them slightly.

Brittany almost regrets being so cheeky but decides she's had her fun. "Come on, I want to introduce you to Principal Figgins. Talk to you later Joanna, bye Patrice!"

She tugs gently on Santana's elbow and they leave the other two women standing and staring after them before heading to where Figgins was.

"Wasn't her name Clarice?" Santana asks her, a smirk on her lips because she knew exactly what Brittany was doing.

"Oh, was it?" Brittany feigns ignorance and then taps Figgins on his shoulder.

"Mrs. Lopez!" He smiles at her, "this is the other Mrs. Lopez?"

"Yes, pleased to finally meet you," Santana shook his hand and shot Brittany a glare as she had to listen to how honoured he was to have them be parents at the school.

"I'm okay with leaving now," Santana assures her after Figgins is done with his excitement and goes to other parents in the room, "I can feel how done you are with this shit."

"So done," Brittany agrees.

When the evening was mostly over, Brittany walked with Santana out to the parking lot.

"Hey, I'll go grab the car," Santana is quick and snatches the keys from Brittany's hands.

"Santana," Brittany rolls her eyes, "I am capable of walking."

"You went for a brisk walk today already," Santana is already walking off. "And maybe I'm more concerned of your speeding tendencies?"

Brittany chuckles, she was kind of stiff so she didn't mind. It was nice when Santana paid her so much attention. The school doors open and another woman walks out.

Brittany gives her a polite smile which is awkwardly returned, but she looks so upset.

Brittany just walks over to her, "hi, I'm Brittany."

The woman look surprised, "you- you're talking to me?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"I saw you talking to Clarice Martin, she hates me. Has all the women stay away from me."

"She hates me too I think, because of my outfit or whatever."

The woman lets out a laugh, suddenly sporting a genuine smile, "girl you look fly. I wish I wore sweats to this party… I'm Aphasia."

They smile at one another. "Well it was nice to meet you Aphasia, I'll see you around."

"See you," Aphasia waved and then waved at Santana who had pulled up in the blue Audi.

When Brittany shut the door behind her, Santana says after she had waved, "hey look at that, a black woman. I thought me and Figgins were the only off-white appearances!"

"Very funny," Brittany slaps her shoulder, "why did I fall in love with you and have the crazy idea to get a house in this community of bullshit?"

Santana pouts, "but did you see the marble floors?"

"Ugh."

"So," Santana starts driving home, "Clarice, huh?"

"She was very judgemental about my appearance, excuse me but did the invitation we got or any information say you had to dress up like a stepford housewife? She thought I was married to the guy wearing the tracksuit, Santana."

"Her dress was last season if she wants to go there," Santana lets out a scoff, "and she's probably jealous because her dye job is the wrong colour of blonde and even in sweatpants you're the hottest lady there, hands down. I saw tracksuit guy, he's got nothing on me."

Brittany laughs as Santana lets out that small joke.

"Then she insults Jeremy to Joanna's face and Joanna is sucking up to her! I don't get it. It was like high school in there."

Santana stops at a stop sign and then leans over to kiss her cheek, "that's Joanna's problem, the girl has always lacked self-confidence."

"Anyways, I'm glad you could make it. Apparently we were the guests of honour."

They both burst into laughter that lasts the rest of the drive home.