Thanks to my new beta Noothernames even though I've gone and rewritten it again after you checked it for me. Apologies to all for being a total failure at updating. Also, apologies to the FBI for reasons about to unfold. All I know of the FBI is what I learned from the X-files, and that had aliens in it so I'm not sure how accurate it will be. This chapter is weird I dunno about it.

7.

Santana ran as fast as she ever had in her life, her little legs pounding away at the ground. Every now and then she became very thankful for her years of harsh Cheerio training. Round and round and round and round the spiral staircase descending from the tower until she reached the ground level and sprinted outside, bumping through the audience still 'Oohing' and 'Ahhing' over Brittany's flight over their heads. Somewhere nearby a radio crackled.

'Minor delay with the fireworks due to three kids in the moat. Security has them. Proceeding shortly.'

A splashing from the moat caught Santana's attention as she hurried past. Three small boys had been attempting to re-enact the battle scene from the Little Mermaid but were being dragged out of the water by some very wet and unamused Disney crew.

With a smirk she continued on toward her destination. The security guard at the entrance to the Tinkerbell rooftop landing building took one look at her barrelling straight at him like a juggernaut and opened the door to let her in without question. Up on the rooftop Santana found what she was looking for.

"Look San! It's Barbra!" Brittany squealed in delight from where she stood with her arms wrapped tight around her fairy godmother's waist, with Barbra's arm around her shoulder as Santana ran up to them gasping for breath.

"I know," said Santana with a grin and glomped them both in a bear hug. "You were awesome, B." She then moved around to Barbra's side opposite Brittany and sidehugged her reaching for Brittany's arm behind Barbra and entwining their fingers. Barbra put her arms around both of them.

"Okay?" Barbra mouthed the question to Santana.

She smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

"I was telling Babs, she said I could call her that, about our wedding photo I put up in the choir room."

"Oh god, yeah, thanks for that. Britt loves it. She put it up right next to our glee trophies."

"How's that going? The glee thing."

"We're going to Nationals!" Brittany burst out still buzzing from her flight.

Barbra looked genuinely impressed. "You guys you must be good."

"We are," Santana shrugged nonchalantly.

"You should totally come and see us perform," Brittany said without any thought of the implications and repercussions of such a request. "We can get you a ticket! You can sit with my mom."

Barbra and Santana exchanged an amused smile. Santana gazed adoringly at Brittany and Barbra squeezed the girls closer. "If I remember correctly, I offered you tickets to my show and you refused," she teased.

"That's not fair," Santana considered seriously. "We were getting married and were about to go have hot drunk married sex." Barbra raised an eyebrow at the latter statement. "TMI?" She was asked.

Barbra nodded with a smirk. "I'll check my schedule. No promises but I'll check it."

That was as good as a yes for Brittany but any further discussion was cut short as a muted buzz arose from the crowd in the square below and the show began.

The fireworks exploded into the night sky casting a mixed hue of greens, blues, reds and gold over everyone like shimmering moonlight. Bangs and crackles washed over everyone like sound waves, delighting everyone who was watching. They started from the lowest level of the castle and the fountains of light burst up the building a level at a time until they reached the top tower, and then...

Nothing.

'What's going on?' Came the call over the Disney crew members' radio. 'Report in.'

There was a muffled boom and then the top of the tower where Brittany had flown from only minutes before exploded in a dazzling eruption of light and sound and debris. The firework they had ever so carelessly cast aside on the rooftop had fallen into the fireworks storage room and, still attached to its fuse, had set off the entire cache of fireworks. The image of Brittany picking up the firework and chucking it away flashed through both girls' minds as they realised what its true purpose had been and that it wasn't just a random cardboard tube getting in the way.

What was usually enough for two week's worth of fireworks displays exploded all at once.

It was spectacular to say the least.

The castle rumbled, the stonework shuddered and dust which hadn't seen the light of day in over 40 years since the founding stone had been lain, escaped. A resounding shock wave from the force of the explosion rippled through the air, everyone watching in horror felt it flow over them granting goosebumps to everyone gaping, cowering, staring.

The spectators were all at a safe distance outside the exclusion zone usually set in place to achieve minimum distance from the castle for the fireworks display. It proved itself now to be more than suitable to keep everyone safe. Rigorous safety procedures ensured all life was adequately protected as the castle exploded in light and imploded into dust as the structure crumpled in on itself.

The temporary unholy trinity watched in horror as the main tower of the iconic Disney castle, featured on the beginning of every classic cartoon movie ever made, crumbled under the force of the explosion and tumbled down into the moat. Barbra felt Santana and Brittany tense beside her and they buried their heads into her shoulders.

"Good lord you two were just up there! I really hope there was no one else in there," Barbra gasped in dismay as more masonry crumbled and fell to the ground, bricks and mortar splashing heavily into the water.

A cloud of dust rode on the resultant gust of air and everyone closed their eyes as it passed over them. Santana and Brittany held onto Barbra tightly but in silence, shaking. There was no need for them to speak, each knew they were irrevocably and beyond any shadow of a doubt, totally responsible for this calamity.

Barbra quietly absorbed their reaction and guilt ridden expressions then rolled her eyes and shut them in pained understanding. "Oh for crying out loud," she let out an exasperated sigh as she realised who was somehow responsible for this utter fiasco.

Screams and shouting rendered the air as the spectators hurriedly moved away from the castle. Some children were shouting in delight declaring the show, 'The best fireworks display they had ever seen in their lives!' Disney park security and crew had immediately jumped into action their first objective to keep the people safe as they formed a perimeter around the fallen castle and tried to calm the quite rightly, worried public.

"Try not to look too guilty." Barbra hissed out of the corner of her mouth as the crew around them, left over from unhooking Brittany from the Tinkerbell harness, ran off to assist. They were finally left alone on the rooftop.

"How? How?" Barbra spluttered in disbelief. "Tell me, how do you do it?"

The girls had no reply. Any composure they had was lost as Brittany burst into tears and Santana stared open mouthed at the devastation. "Oh my god we broke the magic castle." She let out a strangled, broken sob.

"What do we do?" Brittany wailed. "We've just destroyed the dreams of millions of kids all over the world. San, San, what do we do?" She started to cry as panic set in.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." Santana repeated to herself over and over.

Barbra watched over them as Santana held Brittany tightly as she slid to the floor in despair sobs racking her body back and forth. "Oh good lord, you two! Get up and stop acting stupid." Once she caught their attention she continued. "Now, here's what you're going to do. Go back to your hotel and leave this all to me."

"You might be magic but I don't think even you can fix this," Santana muttered.

"My dear girl, nothing can fix this. Make yourselves scarce before you can break anything else. There's nothing that can be done here apart from letting these people do their jobs. Go and get some rest. You've had a hell of a day."

"Will we ever see you again?" Brittany sniffled miserably. "I bet you don't want to now we broke Disney World."

Santana gazed anxiously at Barbra. Had they blown it? Literally.

"Brittany," Barbra placed a finger under the unhappy girls chin and lifted her head so she had no choice but to look at her.

"I have always known you two are crazy and nothing but trouble. In spite of that, or perhaps because of that, I love you, and I will always, always be your friend." Brittany gave a watery smile and let go of Santana to hug Barbra. "Don't you worry," she whispered into the girl's ear. "I got one of those feelings our paths will cross again. Fate has laid a hand." She waved an arm to Santana and pulled her into the hug. "Get over here."

Later that night after saying farewell to Barbra, Santana and Brittany walked hand in hand through the hotel complex, glumly entrenched in a haze of misery. They felt slightly more comfortable now they couldn't see the devastation they had caused. Sirens in the night kept them from shrugging off that sickening feeling still hanging over them. They were unprepared to be greeted by the friends they had made on their first morning there. The ducks recognised them from feeding them and were clearly under the impression they were going to be fed again. When that didn't happen they decided they would just see what human tasted like instead and chased them around the pond.

It was a very subdued pair of girls who threw themselves onto their bed that night. Brittany buried her head in the pillow but Santana could still hear her sniffing trying to hold back further tears. Santana felt as though she had been gutted and there was nothing left inside. This was almost a bad a feeling as when Brittany told her to go away. Almost.

Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany and held her as she quietly cried. Brittany's tears were more heartbreaking than her own misery.

At day break and after a restless night they mutually decided to take the walk of shame, of sorts. The monorail wasn't running at such an early hour so they made their way by foot along the park's work roads and walked from the hotel to the Magic Kingdom. In the distance the visage which would have once upon a time seen the iconic castle looming larger and larger was today barely a thin wisp of smoke. They didn't see another soul on the way, the park was deserted and when they got to the where the castle once stood it felt desolate.

Barriers and brightly coloured warning tape surrounded the pile of rubble. It was like the aftermath of a battle. Standing before the wreckage, Brittany burst into tears again. Santana put her arm around her shoulder and held her tightly as she sobbed on her shoulder. There were no words of comfort for this. Brittany was a lifelong hardcore Disney fanatic and felt that they had committed an unspeakable crime against all that was Disney.

They stood together at the tape and mourned.

"FBI freeze!"

A perfect WTF expression crossed Santana's face. Brittany's eyes widened in surprise. They turned slowly, Brittany putting her hands up gingerly even though the five FBI agents standing behind them weren't holding weapons. Further away, parked up, were three black SUV's the girls hadn't noticed pull up. Damn those silent running super government engines.

"Oh god San. they think we're terrorists."

"Shhh. Don't say that word, B."

"What? God?"

"No, the other word."

"Terrorists?"

"Just let me do the talking, 'k?" Santana slipped on her best 'Well hello there officer', smile. "Soooo officer, what seems to be the problem?"

Ignoring her query the leader apparent, identifiable because he was one step closer than the other generic black suits, frowned suspiciously. "Did you say terrorists?"

"No, no one said anything," Santana replied quickly, eyes darting from Brittany to the FBI anxiously.

"I did," Brittany piped up with her hands still in the air.

"B!" Santana reached over and pulled her arms down, Brittany stepped closer to her and looked down at her feet biting on her bottom lip like she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't. Santana turned on full 'bad ass mode' and put on her best bitch face. "What do you want?" she snapped at the overly curious FBI agent.

"What's this about terrorists?" he persisted. "Do you know what happened here?" he waved an arm at the cordoned off disaster area, his primary objective was pushed aside momentarily as his training kicked in. "Did you see anything suspicious?"

"We didn't see anything, we were busy making out. We saw it blow up though." Brittany said helpfully.

"B." Santana gritted her teeth in exasperation.

"Sorry."

"Should you even be here? The park isn't open because of the accident. How did you get in here?"

"There's nothing going on, what do you want? We totally have permission to be here right B?" Brittany nodded solemnly. Her Disney friends had said she could have the run of the park. "Did you want something?"

"Why did you say terrorists?" He asked Brittany. "That's a serious word to be bandying about." Startled by his forcefulness and still emotional, Brittany shuffled closer to Santana and swallowed a sob.

"For fucks sake," snapped Santana, losing her cool she stepped forward to place herself in between Brittany and the suited agents. "What the hell do you want?"

"Answer the question!" he demanded, to his confusion Santana began to smirk at him. "What is so funny?" he snapped at her already sick to the back teeth of these two girls.

"Your face," she replied. Then, after a small pause. "In about five seconds."

"What are y-"

A voice called out and interrupted him. "Hey, get away from them."

All five agents spun around and instinctively stepped back from what they were faced with. The head FBI honcho visibly flinched as he stared at the person addressing him. "What?" He squeaked and took another nervous step backwards.

"You heard, step away from the girls."

The FBI leader took a deep steadying breath, allowing his common sense to kick in and scrunched up his nose in distaste. "What the fu- OUCH!"

He yelped as Grumpy stamped on his toe and hopped up and down. A small army of Disney characters stood around them. Everyone who was anyone was there; Pocahontas, Mulan, Jiminy Cricket, Belle, Pluto, Jafar, Daisy, Beast, Cinderella, Peter Pan, Alice, the Mad Hatter, you name them they were there. Their unquestionable leader, Mickey Mouse, marched straight over to the FBI agents, flanked by Goofy and Donald. The mouse folded his arms and waited expectantly.

The FBI team leader simply stared at him. "What?" he asked eventually, breaking the eerie silence.

"He said, 'What the hell do you think you are doing?'" snapped Donald.

"He did?"

Mickey cocked his head to the side as if to say 'I'm waiting.'

"This is ridiculous," the agent laughed. The smirk fell from his face faster than Santana could turn on the waterworks as he observed his small group of agents become completely surrounded by an unbroken ring of Disney characters separating them from the girls. To Santana's unease, she spotted Tinkerbitch amongst the gang of Disney characters.

The agents all twitched uncomfortably. "What the hell..." The leader tentatively raised a finger and pointed out of the corral toward Santana.

"Santana Lopez!" he called over the heads suddenly remembering his original mission.

"What?" She snapped at him, holding tightly to Brittany who was wiping tears off her cheeks with Santana's top.

"Your father sent us."

A light bulb went off over Santana's head. Oh, shit.

"What's happening?" Brittany whispered.

"He wants to know why you didn't phone home." The agent called again while keeping a wary eye on Grumpy who was edging closer to his still throbbing, right foot.

"Oh crapstix, I forgot all about that."

"This isn't about the castle?" Brittany asked in a small voice.

"Shush," Santana hushed her.

"What did happen to the castle?" The FBI leader looked suspiciously from the ruin to the dwarf all up in his face and then to the guilty looking girls.

"We don't know, okay? Stop asking about it. There are no terrorists."

"You're coming back with us. Your father insisted, he said 'Before you did something stupid'."

"Stupid?" she spluttered. It was way too late for that.

"San, I wanna go home," Brittany said unhappily surveying the ruins.

"Brittany, are you okay?" Donald asked, stepping forward. She immediately threw herself into his arms. Santana shifted her weight uncomfortably from foot to foot as the Disney family surrounded them.

"It's all right, it's all right," Big D soothed the sobbing girl enveloping her in feathers.

Pocahontas piped up. "You guys need to chill out. Do you know how many people have died here? Loads! The insurance is awesome. Don't worry about the old castle."

"We'll rebuild it," growled Grumpy.

"You will?" Brittany sniffed.

Santana was careful to avoid eye contact with Tinkerbell but didn't snarl at her when she put a comforting hand on Britt's shoulder. All Brittany's friends were crowding around her reassuring her that everything would be all right and trying to comfort the distraught girl. She looked up as Mickey came over to her.

"I'm sorry," Santana whispered, nodding towards the ruined castle.

Mickey shrugged.

"My dad sent the FBI after us."

Mickey nodded.

"He's gonna be so mad when he finds out about this," she waved an arm toward the ruins. "He always finds out. I think we should go home now. Before someone dies or something."

Mickey said nothing.

"I'm so sorry. For, you know, everything. It's all my fault, Britt had nothing to do with any of it. I made Goofy cry and I punched Tinkerbell and I scared a lot of kids and broke your castle. I'm sorry."

He held out his arms and she hugged him tightly, screwing her eyes up to stop any threatening tears. The emotionally draining few days she had spent at Disney World all caught up with her and despite her best efforts she couldn't stop the tears. When she wouldn't stop crying Mickey pulled back and placed her at arms length. Brittany watched from where she stood tucked comfortably into Donald's side as Mickey reached up, unclasped his head and took off the Mickey Mouse head. Santana sniffled as she watched him. A handsome young man with floppy dark brown hair and twinkling hazel eyes gave her a lazy, lop sided grin.

"Did your dreams come true?" He asked her.

She sniffed and looked confused. "You're not my type."

His grin spread in to a full blown beaming smile. He chuckled, thoroughly tickled by her comment. "Did you get the girl?" He clarified for her.

"Oh," she looked down at his ridiculous large feet which were now out of all proportion to his normal sized human head. "Yes," she said softly a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Then you and me, you and all of us," he indicated the Disney family surrounding them, "We're okay," he said. "That's our purpose. In this place, dreams come true." He turned slightly so he could see both Brittany and Santana. "Even if it takes blowing up the castle to achieve it, that's what we're here for. For dreams to come true. You are both more than welcome to come back any time you want."

"But..." Brittany protested her eyes flicking to the devastation in the middle of the Magic Kingdom.

"Don't worry about it. That castle was years old and in need of repair. We'll build a new one. A better one."

A hesitant smile broke out on Brittany's face she locked eyes with Santana who took a deep shaky breath and returned the smile. "Okay, let's go home." Mickey raised up his gloved hand and with a laugh Santana high fived it. "Disney World is awesome. Just sayin'."

Mickey and friends watched them stroll off pinky linked with Santana gazing adoringly at Brittany who was waving to all her friends. The FBI escorted them to their chariots of shiny black SUVs.

"Hey Britt!" Tinkerbell called after them. "If it doesn't work out. Call me!" She gave the two girls a cheeky wink and grinned. Santana turned on her heel and attempted to stomp back to back to punch Tinkerbitch once more for good measure but Brittany grabbed her around the waist and pulled her toward the waiting FBI agents.

"C'mon B, just once, for old time's sake!"

Tink smiled sweetly and waved as Brittany pushed a protesting Santana into the back of the car.

"Those poor agents," pondered Mickey. "It'll be a long ride back to Ohio with those two."

"C'mon, how much trouble can they possibly get up to in the back of a car?" shrugged Donald.

The convoy of black SUVs began to leave the park. No one was visible behind the black tinted windows. It was a strange procession, watched by scores of Disney characters. One of the SUVs began to rock slightly from side to side. The brakes slammed on and the vehicle stopped, the driver's door opened and a dark suited man in shades, his face an interesting shade of red, jumped out and stomped to the back door pulling it open vigorously. He looked inside the back, visibly pausing to take a deep breath, and shouted. "YOU WILL NOT BE DOING THAT IN MY CAR ALL THE WAY BACK TO OHIO!"

A foot stuck out and pushed him away, hooked the door handle and pulled it shut in his face. Red faced, he huffed and got back in the front seat. The wheels squealed as the car took off again.

"Ha ha ha hahaaaa," chortled Donald slapping a wing on Mickey's shoulder. "Gotta love those girls. There hasn't been this much excitement here since Princess Jasmine's top fell off in the parade."

"Hey!" frowned a disgruntled Princess.

"Did anyone get Brittany's number?" Tink asked the group in general.

"Let it go Tink," ordered Minnie. "Santana will kill you one day if you keep that up."

"C'mon boss," said Donald to Mickey. "I guess we've got the day off. Everyone to the pub in Epcot! Barbra said she's buying."

"Out," ordered the long suffering FBI agent who had been tasked to chauffeur Santana and Brittany all the way from Florida to Ohio. He felt as though he had aged about 10 years over the duration of the journey.

Catching a glimpse of her father standing at the door to her house with his arms folded and the Lopez family scowl on his face, Santana refused to budge from the back seat which, shared with Brittany, had actually been a very comfortable ride. "No."

"Out."

"I want to join the FBI. Take me with you!"

"GET OUT OF MY CAR!"

"My father is about to murder me. Isn't it like, your job or something, to protect people? From murderers!"

"Everyone knows the FBI hunt aliens, S," Brittany explained for Santana who was gripping tightly onto the the door handle as the agent attempted to physically remove her from his vehicle.

"THERE ARE NO ALIENS!" he screamed in frustration for the millionth time that trip. Brittany had relentlessly quizzed him about UFOs, aliens, crop circles and Area 51 until Santana had taken pity on him and distracted Brittany with her skilful hands.

Thankfully before blood could be drawn, Dr Lopez intervened and led the girls away from the shaking agent. His patience had boiled away to non existent, his nerves were shot to hell and he never wanted to see another teenager ever again.

"It's okay I've got them." Dr Lopez said in his calming voice he used on his patients.

"Their belongings will be delivered shortly," the agent spluttered, then got in his car, locked the doors and sped off.

Santana's father held each girl by the elbow and looked from one to the other. They both studiously peered at the ground and refused to meet his gaze. "I cant believe I fell for all that rubbish you spouted. Brittany this and Brittany that. You are grounded. Forever."

"But I can still see Brittany tho', right?" Asked Santana as though this was an acceptable punishment for every other reason but this, the only thing that mattered. Her father made the mistake of looking at Brittany.

Brittany wore her wide eyed innocent gaze and chewed on her quivering bottom lip, as she saw him begin to waver she turned on the full force Brittany S. Pierce pout.

"I dont think there is any way in hell of stopping you two from being together," he admitted with a sigh.

"How do you know the FBI?" Brittany asked all of a sudden.

"Yeah, how?" Santana chimed in alongside her suspiciously.

"They owed me a favour. I used to do some work for them."

"With aliens?"

He pushed them towards the house. "That is a discussion for another time, along with why Barbra Streisand called me up yesterday to explain something about explosives and not to be too hard on you. You Brittany, are under house arrest for now until your parents get here."

"What? She did?" The girls exchanged a delighted grin, ignoring everything else he said.

McKinley High Choir room

Brittany's tale drew to a close with the entire Glee club, including Mr Shue, all sitting around her on the floor of the music room like small children listening to their teacher tell a story. They were completely spellbound by her own personal fairy tale. The story of love and loss, heartbreak and anger management problems, of giant mice and ducks, FBI agents and explosions and true love conquering all.

"You broke Disney World?" Finn asked with that dazed expression he wore so often.

"You.. you... you..." Rachel spluttered with emotion, unable to finish her sentence.

"Is nowhere safe?" Mercedes shook her head in amazement.

Quinn ran her hand over her Minnie Mouse ears headband reverently. Disney World would never be the same again, and she had a piece of it.

"Barbra Streisand, AGAIN! This is not fair!" Rachel found her voice and began to pace the room muttering to herself. "What? How? Why? Why? How is this even possible?"

Kurt sat with his head in his hands staring at the floor. "Barbra. Call me Babs. Barbra."

"Did you get Tink's number tho', B?" Puck asked with a leery grin. "You could always pass it on to me."

"No, but I got Princess Jasmine's instead," she grinned. Puck nodded in approval.

Brittany looked over the heads of her captivated audience to the top row of chairs where Santana was busy filing her nails whilst simultaneously rolling her eyes at their friends' comments. Locking eyes with hte happy blonde, she returned Brittany's perfect smile.

A/N Thanks for sticking with it and thanks for all your reviews and kind words. I'm thinking of making this a trilogy so there may be another in this 'married' universe. I'm going to try write a lot of it before posting so you don't have to wait so long for updates.