A/N: So I probably shouldn't be starting a new story while I already have one ongoing, and another on hiatus, but what can ya do?

-B

August, 2020:

"Wait, you've been together for how long?"

"We're coming to the two month mark."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know. We communicate; isn't that what keeps a relationship-"

"No, I meant how is it possible you managed to actually get a girl to agree to go on a date with you, never mind be your girlfriend." You ask in playful disbelief as you pour yourself a glass of lemonade.

"Okay, that kind of hurt."

You glance up at your nephew with a chuckle, placing the jug of juice down as you reach across the kitchen island and ruffle his shaggy, dirty blonde hair.

"I'm only teasing, Kieran. Any girl would be lucky to have you."

You grin in amusement as Kieran scowls faintly, fixing his hair while narrowing his blue eyes at you. You run your own blue eyes over his face, shaking your head at how identical to you he looks. Honestly; if you were his age and a boy, god forbid, or vice versa you'd look almost the exact same.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks slowly, eyeing you while stealing your juice and taking a sip.

"Hey!" Hey grins and hands it back, "I was just thinking about how lucky you are that you look more like me than my dog of a brother."

Kieran barks out a laugh and you smirk proudly before he lifts a fist to his mouth, looking at the counter with a smile as you tense after hearing someone loudly clear their throat. You shake your head subtly at Kieran as he glances up at you in amusement before you turn and smile widely at your older brother.

"Derek! Lemonade?" you offer, holding your hand out and snapping. Kieran hands you your glass and you keep smiling at Derek as you hold out the drink.

You watch blue-green eyes lower to the glass before lifting back up to meet your innocent gaze.

"You're corrupting my child." He says and you roll your eyes, taking a sip of your drink as Derek walks to the fridge.

"He's seventeen. If he's corrupted it's not because of me."

"Is that right?" Derek asks, closing the fridge door while looking back at you with an intrigued glint in his eyes and a knowing smile spreading across his face.

You scoff and nod, "Yeah. You should hear the stuff kids say nowadays. They come up with new things every day. Remember when everyone started saying bae and that cinnamon apple crap? It's worse."

Derek nods slowly with a chuckles and you look at Kieran watching the interaction with a grin.

"What do you kids say now? It's like…damn, what is it?"

"I don't know." Kieran shrugs, running a hand through his hair. "To be honest I think my generation is screwed in the head. There's only thirty percent of us I truly believe aren't complete idiots."

You and Derek nod slowly as Kieran speaks and then glance at each other with smiles before breaking out into laughter. Kieran lifts his head with his brows furrowed in confusion.

"What?"

You shake your head and glance at Derek when he puts the lemonade jug back in the fridge, "It's nothing. I'm just glad you're one of the smart kids." You tell him.

"I'm very thankful for that." Derek says with a nod before pulling his phone from the inside pocket of his suit jacket. "Marcus! Yeah, I'm leaving the house in five." He says, glancing at his watch before smiling at you and Kieran and heading out of the kitchen, "Tell Patrick to have those papers on my desk before I get there. I want to dive right in and get the paper work finished before the meeting today."

Kieran looks at you and you wiggle your brows with a smile making him snort.

"Hey, bud, is your friend still coming for dinner tonight?" Derek asks, poking his head back around the corner while holding his phone to his shoulder.

"Right! The girlfriend." You beam mischievously.

Kieran eyes you while turning to his dad, "Yeah, I told her to come for six like you said on Monday. Do you have to change the time?"

"No, no, I'll be home hours before dinner." Derek smiles and then looks at you, "Britt, are you going to being joining us?"

"Absolutely. There is no way I'd miss meeting…"

"Santana."

"Latina, huh?" you smirk at Kieran and he rolls his eyes with a shake of his head, leaving the kitchen. You look at Derek, shaking his head at you in amusement, and lift your shoulders, "What?"

"I'll see you later, Britt." He laughs.

You shift and look around your brother's kitchen before finishing the rest of the lemonade in your glass and putting it in the dishwasher.

You glance up from your coffee table and towards your front door, tucking a stray piece of hair from your ponytail behind your ear.

There is another knock and you sigh, placing your pen on top of the stack of papers in the binder so you don't lose your place before heading to the door.

You pull the door open and smile at Quinn, "Hey, Q."

"Hey, I brought coffee." Quinn smiles, holding the two coffee cups up.

You roll your eyes with a chuckle and open the door wider for her, waving her in. "Already starting on the homework for the new year, huh?" Quinn laughs as she walks into your living room, taking a seat on the love seat in front of the window.

"What can I say, I love throwing work at the students." You joke, reclaiming your seat on the sofa, "When they stress it makes me smile." You say sarcastically. Quinn snorts as she lifts her coffee to her lips and you wet your lips, placing your coffee down. "I'm just going over the course outline and making sure I have all my lesson sheets in order." You shrug.

"School doesn't start for another three weeks. You're the only teacher I know of that starts working before you need to."

"I like what I do."

"You love what you do." Quinn corrects with a laugh and you shoot her a look. "So tonight I was thinking we meet with Finn and Rachel and grab a bite at Breadstix."

"I can't."

"Why not?" Quinn frowns, dropping her shoulders.

You chuckle and close the binders on the table, looking at your best friend, "Kieran's having his girlfriend over for dinner to meet Derek, and now me." You nod as Quinn's jaw drops before she smiles widely.

"How did Kieran manage to get a girlfriend?"

"I asked the same question." You chuckle, leaning back in your spot, "But no, he's a really great kid. I'm hoping this girl is a good match. That she's good enough for him."

"And who better to make the final decision than the only woman to actually be there for him since he was a baby."

"Mhm." You nod and take a sip of coffee, "So, how was your date with that Biff guy?"

You knock on the door and it opens immediately, Kieran on the other side wearing dark jeans and a black and white, plaid button up. You arch a brow at his gelled hair and Kieran rolls his eyes.

"Look at you!" you tease as you step inside the house.

"Please don't start. I'm already freaking out as it is."

You look over your shoulder at Kieran with a frown as the both of you walk to the kitchen, "Why?"

He lifts his brows, putting his hands in his pockets, "Maybe because it's my first girlfriend and she's meeting my family for the first time." He says and you shake your head. "And then you're here."

"What's wrong with me being here?" you scoff in offence.

Kieran smiles and shrugs, "Nothing's wrong it's just…no offence but you're like…you try to be cool and its lame."

You stop the second you step into the kitchen and turn on him with your jaw dropped in disbelief, "What!"

You and Kieran both look to the side when you hear Derek bursting out laughing as he pulls a dish out of the oven.

"He has a point."

"He has no point." You say, giving your brother a look. You look back at Kieran and he winces, smiling in apology, "I don't try to act cool. I am cool."

"Keep telling yourself that, Britt." Derek snorts and you scowl, walking over when he asks for you to set the table. You mumble under your breath as you grab cutlery and placemats, heading to the table, and glance between Kieran and Derek when the doorbell rings. You arch your brow at Kieran and take a teasing step forwards.

He jumps with wide eyes and heads for the door before you can.

"That kid." You say to Derek as he wipes his hands on his apron.

"C'mon, Britt, it's the first girl he's brought home." Derek says gently and you roll your eyes, placing the last fork on the table. "Just...don't scare her."

"Okay so now not only am I lame and not cool but I'm scary?" you ask incredulously and Derek grins, carrying the dish of lasagne to place in the middle of the table. "Seriously though, I'm not scary am I?" you ask quietly before hearing a quiet laugh from the hall. You straighten and Derek looks at you with an excited smile before you look to the kitchen entrance.

Kieran looks at you and his father with a smile before pulling a shorter brunette from the hallway, "Dad, Brittany, this is Santana. Babe, this is my dad and my aunt."

You lift your brows in pleasant surprise when you finally see Santana, Kieran introducing everyone. You rake your eyes over the girl, taking in her long tan legs, and the way her white and pink sundress clings to her hips and her chest just right. You swallow and lift your gaze past her full lips, high cheek bones, and sculpted nose before you lock your eyes with her dark ones.

You take a sharp breath and Santana's lips twitch into a small smile as she glances between you and Derek, lifting her hand.

"Nice to meet you both."

You clear your throat quietly and smile when her eyes shift back to you.

"So, Santana," Derek begins with a smile after everyone's food is dished up and glasses are filled, "Tell us about yourself."

"Oh, uh, okay." She chuckles shyly, glancing away from Derek to look at Kieran. He smiles reassuringly and you lift your fork to your mouth, "There isn't much to tell to be honest."

"Nonsense, there must be something special about you to pull Kieran in." Derek chuckles as you roll your eyes fondly.

"I'm not sure."

You glance at Santana as she blushes faintly in embarrassment, cutting her food with the side of her fork. It's silent for about five minutes before you shake your head at Derek and Kieran being awkward boys.

"So, Santana, I haven't seen you at McKinley."

Santana lifts her head and smiles faintly, nodding, "I go to Carmel actually. Well, I did. I'm transferring to McKinley for senior year."

You smile, "Why is that?"

"We're moving and McKinley is closer to the house so it's just easier."

"Awesome." You smile and Santana nods, reaching for her glass.

"You said you haven't seen me, you're not a student there are you? I mean, Kieran said you're his aunt so-"

You laugh and shake your head as Derek snorts, Kieran lifting his hand to cover his mouth as he chuckles, "I teach there. Freshman science, and junior and senior biology."

"That's cool, biology is the best science." She smiles and your smile grows as you lean forwards, looking to Kieran.

"That's what I keep telling this one but he's into physics." You scrunch your nose and Santana chuckles softly, nodding in agreement.

"I know, I don't get it."

You eye the girl with a smile before glancing at Kieran as you sit back, nodding in approval, "I like this one." You tell him, making both him and Santana blush.

During the rest of dinner you learn Santana has two younger siblings, a sister, Catarina, also transferring to McKinley for her sophomore year, and her brother, Romero, who will be coming to McKinley next autumn. You also learn that she was part of Carmel's glee club, Vocal Adrenaline, and that she is friends with Kurt Hummel and Mercedes Jones; Kieran's friends, and two students you taught last year. They're also the ones who introduced her to Kieran by inviting her to a party. Apparently Mercedes and Santana were neighbors since birth until Mercedes moved closer to McKinley before they started high school. And she met Kurt because she and Mercedes remained best friends.

The whole time you looked between Kieran and Santana, watching how they interacted and smiled at one another.

It made you smile; seeing Kieran so happy.

You definitely made sure to tease him about it when he and Derek gathered the dishes from the table.

You are now standing in the foyer of the house, checking your purse for your phone, and look over your shoulder when you hear footsteps.

You smile at Santana as she slows to a stop next to you, shifting nervously, "What's up? Are the boys being gross and boy…ish?" you asks slowly with a quiet chuckle.

Santana smiles and shakes her head, glancing around, "No, they're fine. I excused myself to use the bathroom but I can't actually…I don't know where it is." She admits and you shake your head.

Too cute.

You pause with wide eyes at the though and Santana looks at you in question. You shake your head and offer a smile, motioning for her to follow you down the hall, "It's just right here." You tell her, flicking the light on for her before stepping back.

"Thanks." She chuckles quietly with embarrassment and you just laugh, touching her arm.

"It's no problem." You drop your hand and head back to the kitchen, lifting your eyebrows in question when you find Kieran and Derek each holding a twisted dish towel, ready to snap them at each other. They shift, caught, and you roll your eyes, "Boys."

A/N: So we'll see how I go about updating this one. I want to finish Wild Horses but that ones becoming a little harder for me to get back into, but nevertheless I'm trying. For now I'm going to say updates once or twice a week. Mwah!

-B