Holy shit that took longer than I expected. Job interviews, sister stealing my internet, being overall bummed out about a few things and having no motivation at all... sure delays the writing process. Whoever anon messaged me on tumblr last week, I'm so sorry I didn't get the update until THIS weekend. I tried, I promise. I didn't want to give you guys a paragraph and a half. Not that this is very much longer. Much love to my readers and reviewers.

Quinn, the boys, Brittany and Santana spent the rest of the afternoon outside. Much like Brittany and Santana did to Santana's driveway, all five of them fully decorated the Fabray's driveway. Soccer balls, baseballs, smilie faces, suns, trees, squiggles and each person's name in some fancy lettering all create an interesting chalk mosaic.

"Hey Quinn? Are we going to leave this for mom and dad to see? Will she get mad?" Quinn looks at her little brother across the driveway, chalk marks all over his clothes, hands and face. Probably, and she'll probably get mad if you track chalk all over the house too. But I'm the big sister so I need to take responsibility and this was totally worth it.

"I'll clean it off before they get home tomorrow. Don't worry dude."

"We should take a picture of it!" Brittany jumps up and down clapping her hands together. "We didn't get to take a picture of the one Santana and I did and it was really cool, but this one is awesome because we all connected them and we should take a picture before it gets cleaned off."

Santana laughs at the excited rambling from her friend and carefully walks over towards her while Quinn runs inside to grab the family camera.

Santana wraps her arms around Brittany and hugs her tight, slightly lifting her off the ground. "You are the cutest of the cute, did you know that?"

"Well, you're the sweetest of the sweet. No matter what you say about being a bad ass." Brittany giggles when Santana scrunches her face and shakes her head. She wants so badly to kiss her, but isn't sure if she should with the boys standing only a few feet away from them. Instead she steps out of the hug but keeps her left arm draped around Santana's shoulder.

Quinn returns and immedately starts snapping photos of the ground. When she gets over by her brother, he whispers, "Your friends are weird."

"Heard that half pint!" Santana yells, still snuggled up against Brittany. "Don't make me come over there!"

Quinn squats down next to her brother, "How about you two go get washed up before his mom comes. I don't want to get either of us into trouble for sending him home a mess." She pauses to glance at Santana and Brittany, watching how they laugh at the different drawings on the driveway. Making sure they don't notice her movements, she raises the camera again and snaps a few pictures "Word of advice, take the long way around the driveway and keep your head down. Santana is like medusa, she'll freeze you if you catch her evil glare for too long." She winks, pushes the boys forward and watches them walk quickly around the driveway, sneaking peeks at Santana periodically to make sure they are keeping their distance.

"So, what should we do now, do your parents even know you're here Britt?" Quinn dusts off her hands on her pants and walks over to her friends.

Brittany nods, "I left them a note and told my cousin to tell them after I bribed him with my brother's video game. We're good. Besides, where else would I be? If they called San's and found out I wasn't there, the next call would be here. Duh!"

"So... you two are good, right? No more avoiding, no more silent treatments, no more putting me in the middle?" She nudges Santana with her shoulder and raises her eyebrows with a slight smirk and wink.

Santana shakes her head at her friend, looks up at Brittany and smiles. "Yeah Q, we're good."

I wonder if Quinn would freak out if I kissed her right now. I mean, I'm sure she'll see it eventually, but this is all new to us, and what if she freaks out still. I mean yeah she's okay with us being... whatever we are, but-

Brittany leans down and kisses Santana's cheek, "Relax baby Sanny. It's just Quinn." She giggles and steps around Santana to bear hug Quinn from behind, lifting her off her feet. "Quinn doesn't mind seeing some sweet lady kisses, do you Quinny?"

"Just... if you two ever start getting handsy with your not a relationship relationship, keep it to yourself. Also, no sweet lady kisses, or whatever you call it, in front of my brother, I'd hate to think what would happen if he accidently told my parents he saw you two kissing."

Santana stiffens at the thought of anyone's family knowing, what it could mean if Quinn's parents found out, would they tell her parents? Would they tell Brittany's? Would they forbid them from seeing each other? Would Quinn be forbidden from seeing either of them? There is no way she could handle Brittany being upset if Quinn wasn't allowed to hang out with them anymore. Brittany would be a mess and it would surely break her own heart seeing her best friend this way. Especially after the week they just had.

"Little brother's are great though! You can bribe them with things, my little brother knows. Well, Andy does, Eric doesn't because he's weird, but Andy totally knows and he won't say anything. I didn't even had to bribe him, I kept trying not to tell him but the more he asked what was wrong, the less I could hide it from him. I'm on bedroom cleaning duty for a week anyway, mostly has a big thank you to him for being the greatest little brother ever. Thankfully Andy is the cleaner brother." He giggles and kicks a rock that was in the grass, across the driveway and throws her hands up when it lands at the center of the sun drawing.

Santana shakes her head from her thoughts when her brain finally catches on to Brittany's statement. She spins on her heel and stares at the taller blonde who has turned her focus to the driveway masterpiece. "YOU TOLD YOUR BROTHER?!" She screams, startling both girls. "Brittany! What? Why? When? I thought we were going to ONLY tell Quinn?"

Brittany takes a step back, her eyebrows furrow and she blinks rapidly, trying to keep the impending tears at bay. Santana never yells at her, sure she was upset with her, but she never really yelled. With a heavy sigh, she looks back into Santana's eyes hoping to soften them a little before attempting to explain herself.

"Santana, may be you two should discuss this later. Like, after my brother's friend leaves and they aren't spying out of the upstairs window." Quinn's yes dart upward and to the left quickly and settle back onto Santana's. "At least keep your voice down or stand in the garage while I rinse this off." Santana nods and turns to look up at the window in time to see two little heads disappear behind the window sill. She smiles at the power she can still maintain even when she feels completely out of control in the situation with Brittany.

"I'm sorry Santana. I keep screwing up. I should've told you that he knew, but I was just so excited that you were talking to me again, and that you wanted to figure this out. I just forgot. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tell him but he kept asking, he knew I was hiding something." Brittany's eyes are now fully brimming with tears as she wrings her hands in front of her and bites her lip. She doesn't even look at Santana until a small hand coaxes her head upward. "He likes you, he won't say anything I promise. You can even talk to him if you want. But trust me, he likes you, I think he's jealous he can't get his sweet lady kisses on with you, but I guess he can't either way because he's not a girl so it'd be like... sweet boy girl kisses or sweet man lady kisses." She pauses and shakes her head, laughing a little at herself, "That just sounds weird."

Santana sighs, despite her fears and apprehensions about someone else knowing, she knows she can trust Brittany. That doesn't stop her from checking though, "You pinky promise he won't say anything and that no one else knows?"

Brittany sticks out her pinky with an emphatic nod and a wavering, anxious smile. When Santana's finger locks with hers, she pulls them together and places three quick kisses to Santana's lips.

Santana giggles afterwards, "You're lucky you're cute."

Santana gets into her dad's car that evening feeling a lot lighter and happier than she's been in months. They'd spent the rest of the time, until everyone had to go home, playing video games. Quinn's brother left with his friend an hour after they'd cleaned up and successfully crushed the girls in a game of Wii tennis. This ended up meaning that Santana could snuggle up against Brittany and mope at the loss while they watched TV and waited for their parents to come pick them up. Brittany felt bad Quinn had to stay home, even though her brother was gone, but was assured she had plenty to do and that she'd see them Monday morning. Santana just kissed her cheek and smiled.

"Hey there kiddo, have a good time? You seem to be in a better mood than earlier."

Santana smiles, she wasn't sure if anyone really noticed her change in demeanor, but apparently someone had. "Yeah, just had a fun time with Quinn and Britt today."

Mr. Lopez gasps, "Well, there's a name I feel like I haven't heard in a while! How's my favorite dancer doing?" He asks, his eyes flicking from her to the road and back.

"Dad, you know Jamie dances still too right?" He shrugs and turns to wink at her as she laughs. She loves that her dad can joke that Brittany is his favorite and honestly accepts her as an adoptive daughter. "She's good. We just had a bit of an issue, but it's all good now."

"Good. I've missed her, and that smile of yours." He pats her leg. "So, it's just us for dinner tonight, want to get food while we are out, or just scrounge up some grub from home?"

Santana grimaces and rolls her eyes, "Um, as appealing as grub scrounging sounds... I'm going to vote for picking something up. Like say, tacos or sushi. You choose."

Mr. Lopez turns down a side street. "Sushi it is. I'm not feeling very Spanish-American today."

Santana laughs and shakes her head, "Trying to tap into that fake Japanese heritage you seem to think you have, Papi?" She makes sure to lay her latino accent on thick when she speaks. "I'm pretty sure you aren't fooling anyone."

"Hooo, you wan why rice or brow rice. S'ank you very much." He quickly puts his hands together and bows.

In the midst of her hysterics Santana manages to speak, "I hope I never have any friends that might get offended by that. I'd hate to be embarrassed to bring them home."

"Glad to see your sense of humor has returned. I'd hate to have to disown you as my daughter."

"BRITTANY SUSAN PIERCE! What in God's name makes you think you can just leave a note and run off to a friend's house? Telling your cousin isn't an acceptable response either!" Mrs. Pierce is towering over a seated Brittany. When they got home she was immediately told to sit on the couch while her mother paced in front of her. Her brothers had been sent to their room and told to not come up until called for dinner.

"I'm sorry. Santana and Quinn called and they needed me to come over to help them with a project, and I needed to talk to Santana, and you guys wouldn't be home anyway. I tried to run out before dad left but I was too late." The whole time, she keeps her gaze just below her mother's, too afraid to look her in the eye. Deep down she knew she would probably get into trouble but she really needed to talk to Santana and making things better with her was worth getting yelled at and probably grounded or forced to do extra chores for a while. Her and Santana were okay again, they could kiss and not freak out, as long as they were careful about it. Everything felt a million times better.

"You aren't even listening anymore are you? Two weeks, straight home after dance classes, no visiting friends. I expect your homework to be done before dinner for those two weeks and you are also on dishes for a month. Are we clear?"

Brittany nods, finally making eye contact with her mother to ensure she doesn't have to stay seated any longer. "I'm sorry mom. Really, I am."

"Just, go downstairs until dinner is ready." Brittany jumps up from her seat and leaps over the back of the couch. "Ugh, what have I told you kids about doing that!?" Brittany yells her apology as she races down the stairs.

Eric is laying on the couch playing his new Halo game. "Oooo, someone got into trouble! Thanks a lot for spilling the beans about Halo, I was hoping to get some practice time in before getting my ass kicked."

Brittany scratches her head. When did I spill beans? Is that why mom was mad? Did I knock over beans on my way out? What's that have to do with angels and video games? She shrugs and continues into her room. Closing the door behind her, she grabs her journal and flops down on her bed to write about the incredible day she had.

Fifteen minutes into the retelling, she hears her door creak open and the messy blonde hair of her littlest brother peeking through. "Can I come in Britt?" He shuts the door behind him and hurries over when she pats the spot next to her. "How much trouble are you in? Are you happier now? When mom said you were at Quinn's I got confused but then I figured maybe Santana was there too. Was she?"

Brittany pulls her brother into her so his head is resting against her shoulder. "Yeah buddy, she was there and we are good. She wasn't too happy I told you what was going on so she might talk to you whenever she comes over next. But you have at least two weeks before that happens, mom kind of grounded me and I have to do a month of dishes."

"That sucks, I'll help you if you want. I like doing dishes with you, you always make it fun. Remember that time we were pretending we were in the World Champion of Dish Washing and we had to make the dishes as clean as possible but mom cooked chicken that day and the pan was like IMPOSSIBLE to clean?!" Andy is unable to control his excited giggling as he reminisces.

"Yeah, that was pretty intense. Good thing the other team got disqualified for enhanced dish soap!" Now both of them are in hysterics on Brittany's bed. When Brittany finally calms down, she pulls her brother into a hug. "Thank you for being a great brother. Mom may not let you help me but you're awesome for wanting to and for listening to me talk about Santana."

Andy pulls out of the hug and scoots to the edge of the bed to hang his feet off the edge, then lays on his back. "I just want you to be happy and if Santana does that, then I don't care. You're my sister either way. Are you two like..."

Brittany shakes her head and leans back so Andy's head is against her side, the blissful smile at the thought of Santana remains intact. "No, just best friends right now, but we aren't sweet lady kissing anyone else."

"What about boys? Is it still sweet lady kissing if you kiss boys?" He really is my brother, no doubt about it.

"We aren't kissing anyone else. Why, trying to mack on my best friend there Andy?" She pokes her brother's stomach and ends up turning it into a full on tickle fight before they are interrupted by a loud banging on the door.

"Hey, weirdos! Mom called for dinner, you two better get up there, Brittany or you'll get into more trouble!" They listen as Eric's heavy footsteps ascend the stairs before finally emerging from the room and racing to the stairs. Brittany slides gracefully across the wooden dance floor and grabs her brother, throwing him over her shoulder as she runs upstairs.

Santana's getting ready for bed when she hears the front door close and her sister hollering from downstairs. She tries to hurry, hoping if she can finish getting ready she'll be able to get into bed and pretend to be asleep before her sister realizes she's still up. She brushes her teeth as if she's in a race and, as quietly as possible, turns on the water to rinse out her mouth. She's about to step out into the hall when she sees her sister heading for the stairs. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Please don't ruin my mood!

"Well, hey there, baby sister!" She hurries up the stairs to catch Santana before she disappears into her room. "How was your play date at Quinn's?"

Santana pushes past her, and into her room. "Fuck off Jamie."

Jamie pushes against the door to keep it from closing and slips inside. "Ah, feistiness has returned." She jumps onto the bed and lays down. "Things okay with you and the blonde bestie? Did you kiss and make up?" When Santana doesn't respond, she pushes further. "You know I'm talking about Britt right? Her mom called earlier looking for her, so obviously, she was with you and Quinn. Did you plan this secret date ahead of time?"

"Jamie! Seriously! Shut up and get out of my room!" Santana tries to pull her sister off the bed but is too tired to put any effort into it.

"How about this, you tell me what is really going on and I'll leave you be. I'm not an idiot Santana, I can tell that you are hiding something. I won't tell mom and dad if you don't want me to."

Santana is completely thrown off by her sister's, well... sisterly love, but not enough for her to spill the biggest secret she's ever had to someone who gets a kick out of making her life difficult. "Thanks, but I'm going to sleep Jamie. Good night, I'm sure you can manage to find the door and shut off the light on your way out, yeah?" She pulls the covers from underneath her and slips in between.

"Fine, but you know I'm going to figure it out one way or another." Jamie gets up with a huff and walks out, purposely leaving the light on and the door wide open, even going as far to turn the hallway light on that shines directly into Santana's room.

Well, glad to see the sisterly love has a sixty-second time limit. I swear, that girl needs just a few really good smacks upside the head and maybe she'll be almost normal.

Groaning, she gets out of bed, turns off both lights, and makes sure to close and lock her door.

Would it really be so bad if Jamie knew? Britt told Andy and she said he seemed okay with it. But Andy isn't Jamie, Andy would never use it against Brittany or just be an asshole in general like Jamie is. Maybe I can tell Tierney instead, she seemed pretty cool about stuff at Easter. At least this way someone in my family will know for sure. Maybe I just shouldn't say anything yet, it's not like we're dating so what's the big deal right? Just because she's the most amazing girl I've ever met and hanging out with her is better than anything else, including that time I made the game winning shot in a basketball tournament and got us first place. I still think Quinn might not be totally okay with it, maybe I should talk to her again about it, or maybe Brittany and I can ease her into being comfortable. I like that, "Brittany and I" but what does that even mean? Do I want to date her? That would just be all sorts of problematic to keep on the down low, especially since Brittany gets really excited about things, and what if Brittany doesn't even want that. What if she just wants to kiss me? I'm being paranoid and crazy, aren't I? Dammit Lopez, rest that stupid brain of yours or you'll give yourself a headache. Arguing with yourself...definitely falls under the Crazy category. Check.