"Yes mom." Brittany huffed into her phone as she paced back and forth in her small Seattle apartment. "I already told you and dad that I was going to come like a month ago."

Walking through her kitchen and into the living room, she smiled politely at her best friend of five years that was sitting on the couch, Quinn Fabray, and sat down on the couch across from the blonde. She placed her head on her balled up fist and rolled her eyes at her mother's never ending rambling.

"I'm almost all packed, I swear. I'm not going to be there too late, maybe a day or two late but that's it. I know that you didn't want me coming late, but I- What do you mean am I bringing my girlfriend?"

At the words, Quinn's eyes widened considerably in interest as she continued to watch her flustered friend on the phone.

"Do I have to?" A pause. "I'm pretty sure that me not bringing my girlfriend to this family trip isn't going to make me or you look bad." Another pause. "I don't care that all of my cousins are bringing their girlfriends and boyfriends, why does that mean I have to?"

Out of the corner of her eyes, she was able to see Quinn laughing softly to herself at the blonde's conversation. She slowly pointed her middle finger at her and turned away from her.

"Because you said so isn't a good enough answer." Brittany deadpanned. "Just because I don't bring my girlfriend doesn't mean that I'm going to be a disappointment. I don't wanna- Yeah, but- Fine. Whatever. Okay. I love you too. I'll see you in four days. Okay, three days. Yes, she'll be there. Bye."

Quinn continued to stare at Brittany, curious as to what the conversation was about, with a large grin on her face. She leaned back in the couch and watched on as Brittany vigorously ran her fingers through her hair and sighed.

"So," Quinn sing songed, "what was all that about Miss Pierce?"

"Not now Quinn." Brittany said quickly. "I don't want to play games right now."

Quinn frowned at the taller blonde. "What happened Brit? What'd your mom say?"

Brittany looked up with a sarcastic smile on her face. "She said I need to bring my girlfriend to the stupid family trip and that it wasn't optional."

"But, you don't have a girlfriend." Quinn said softly, noticing how conflicted Brittany's emotions were becoming.

"I think I know that Q." Brittany responded in an annoyed tone. "She said that if I don't bring a girlfriend, I can't come."

Quinn stared at the blonde with her mouth gaping open. She was beyond shocked, why couldn't figure out why her mom would say that to her, so that was the next thing that she asked.

"She doesn't want me to embarrass her by going there without a girlfriend or boyfriend while all of my cousins are showing up with their significant others and possibly some of them even have kids. She thinks that I'm not as far ahead in my life as I should be so she doesn't want to be embarrassed."

Quinn sighed, getting up and sitting next to Brittany. She put her arm around her shoulder and pulled her in closer. "I'm sorry B. But, don't listen to her because you're not behind in your life and you shouldn't be made to feel that way. What are you going to do about it all?"

Brittany leaned into Quinn's side and shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know." She admitted honestly. "It's not like me and you can just fake it because you're supposed to be coming with Puck in like two weeks or whenever and some of my family already knows you. I don't know what to do."

"You don't have any lady friends you can take with you?" Quinn suggested with googly eyebrows.

Brittany scoffed, "Not at all. And it's not like I would want to bring a girl that I just hook up with around my family. You know what I mean Quinn? It would be awkward because not only would she just be a hook up to me, but she'd probably think that coming on this trip means more than it really does when it doesn't and I don't want to confuse anybody."

Quinn nodded her head at her bestfriend and sucked her lips in in thought while nodding her head slightly.

"I might have a solution for you." Quinn said when she stopped nodding her head, her eyes lighting up.

"No Quinn, you can't just put a wig on and play two parts like you're a 007 agent. They won't fall for that, again."

Quinn shook her head rapidly, "Not what I was going to say actually. What I was going to say is that Puck knows somebody that can help."

Brittany looked at Quinn skeptically.

"I don't know Quinn," She said in a worried tone. "Whenever Puck knows somebody, it's almost never good."

Quinn smiled at the point that Brittany threw out there. "This is different though. Trust me on this one. Puck will be coming over soon and when he gets here, I'll have him tell you all about it and you can decide if you wanna take the offer or not. Okay?"

Brittany ultimately sighed and nodded her head before turning on the tv and responding, "Okay."

/

"Explain this to me again please?" Brittany asked while she laid on her bed and stared absentmindedly at Noah Puckerman, Quinn's long term boyfriend, and pulled at the bright pink lint balls on the comforter.

Noah sighed before looking at the blue eyed blonde again, "Alright Brit. I'm not going to say it again so you better pay attention this time."

Brittany nodded her head while looking up at the mohawked man sitting on her fuzzy pink carpet on the floor in front of her.

"I have a cousin who deals with these kinds of things." Puck began, still staring directly at the blonde. "She can help you."

"But what's she like?" Brittany questioned, looking at him curiously.

"I don't know Brit, she's real cool. She's my favorite cousin. It doesn't matter what she's like anyways, the point is, she can help you out. She specializes in this kind of stuff, like, um, not really an escort but a fake date I guess. She plays people's fake girlfriends and you're in desperate need of one." Puck answered.

"So, you're offering your cousin up to me to be my fake girlfriend?" Brittany concluded.

"You don't have to take the offer, but if you want to convince your family that you've actually had a girlfriend for as long as you said, then Santana's the one who will help you pull it off." Puck shrugged, leaning back against Quinn who was sitting in a chair behind her.

"Do you know her Q?" Brittany directed, beginning to sit up straight in the bed.

Quinn nodded her head. "We all went to high school together. She used to be my best friend."

Brittany sighed before looking back at Puck.

"Okay." She said softly. "Can you give me her number so I can speak to her or meet up with her since I have to leave in three days?"

Puck nodded his head and began to sift through his contacts until he got to his cousins number and quickly showed it to Brittany. She typed the number into her phone and quickly got up to leave the room for a more private conversation on her small balcony.

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Brittany sat down on the fire escape that connected to her living room window. She looked at the number dialed on her phone and took a deep breath. She thought it might be a little late to make this call, but she needed to do it as soon as possible.

The phone rang three times before a thick, raspy voice was heard through the receiver.

"Why the hell are you calling me at one in the morning?" The voice questioned.

Brittany took a deep breath before speaking. "Um, is this Santana?"

A sigh followed by a mumbled "Yes" was heard. "What do you need?"

"I know your cousin, Puck." Brittany started.

"Look, I'm not coming to bail Puck out or pay for whatever he broke, again. So you can let him know that and call his girlfriend Quinn instead." Santana ranted while sounding like she was about to hang up her phone.

"No! Wait!" Brittany called out quickly. "That's not why I was calling."

"Okay." Santana responded dryly. "Then what does knowing Puckerman have to do with anything and can you hurry it up because I needs my beauty sleep."

"I was talking to Puck and he told me what you do. I need your help." Brittany concluded quickly.

"Fucking Puckerman" was mumbled through the line before a lot of shifting. "Fine. We can meet up tomorrow and talk about it. Have Noah text me and we can meet up with him and Fabray."

"Okay." Brittany said, barely getting it through the line before the latina hung up.

Brittany walked back into her bedroom to see that Quinn and Noah were passed out on the floor in a deep sleep. She sighed and walked through the room and climbed into bed. As she began to drift to sleep, the only thought that replayed in her mind were her mother's words.

"Don't be a disappointment Brittany."

/

It was four o'clock the next afternoon and Noah, Quinn and Brittany were making their way over to the small coffee shop entitled the Lima Bean. Noah and Quinn opted for a simple look of just sweat pants and a t-shirt considering the rain outside and Brittany was wearing a pair of jeans with a nice shirt and a small coat. They sat down in a booth with Quinn and Brittany next to each other and Puck in front of Quinn facing the door.

"So, is she nice?" Brittany questioned while looking between her two friends with curiosity.

Quinn mumbled something incoherently and then smiled at the blonde while glancing at Puck quickly.

Brittany opened her mouth to question what Quinn had said but before she was able to, another voice spoke. It was the same velvety rasp that she heard late last night. It was Santana.

"One blonde two blonde, I get one of you." She said playfully while rubbing Quinn's neck and ear.

"Santana, knock it off and sit down." Quinn said quickly while swatting the latina's hand away. She complied and walked over to give Noah a hug before sitting down.

Brittany couldn't help but let her jaw drop at the sight of this woman. Her long charcoal black hair fell down the back of her leather jacket in waves. Her skin was flawless and such a beautiful shade, it was sunkissed. Her dark brown eyes reminded Brittany of her favorite hot chocolate from when she was a kid, the italian one that her grandmother used to make, or even the color of brownie batter-which was Brittany's favorite snack. She looked flawless, truly so.

"Alright Santana, this is Brittany." Noah said while gesturing to the blonde sitting across from herself.

"Well I would assume so numb nuts since she's not you or Q." Santana said, turning to look at him with a dumb founded look on her face before turning to look at the other blonde and extending her hand. "Hi Brittany, I'm Santana. We talked on the phone last night, it's nice to meet you."

Brittany reciprocated the handshake and smiled.

"Nice to meet you too Santana."

Santana nodded her head. "So, you need a date for something. What's it for?"

Brittany crossed her hands and made eye contact with the brunette, noticing how quickly Santana broke the eye contact. Brittany frowned slightly before speaking, "So, my family has this trip that they take every year together. They take it because everybody kind of split up and spread around everywhere. This year, the trip is going to be in Maine at Cape Cod. Apparently all of my relatives are bringing their boyfriends and girlfriends and I was told I'd be disappointment if I didn't bring my girlfriend that she thinks I have, so, here we are."

Santana nodded her head slowly.

"How long is the trip?" Santana proposed.

"About a month. The first two weeks are just gonna be us and then Quinn and Puck are supposed to be coming too." Brittany responded, silently hoping that the Latina would just say okay.

"A month?" Santana questioned with her eyebrows held high. "Jesus Christ." She shook her head. "Alright."

"Alright?" Brittany questioned surprised.

"Yeah. But, you do know that there's a fee that has to be paid, right?" Santana asked softly, to which Brittany nodded her head. "For that long, it's normally a really big chunk of money, but since you're close friends with Puck and Quinn, I'll give you a discount. It'll probably be close to like four grand."

Brittany nodded her head. "Okay."

"You don't have to pay me until we get back though, in case you aren't satisfied with your care." Santana said with a small smile. "But I don't think that I'll be a disappointment."

"Okay Baymax." Brittany smiled with a soft laugh. "Thank you again."

"No problem. I have to run right now, but we can talk details tomorrow." Santana said quickly, waving at the trio before running out of the building.

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AN: Should I continue, or nah? Let me know what you think :)