This is kinda of a continuation of my one shot for Brittana Week (Girls Become Lovers Who Turn Into Mothers), but you don't have to read that at all to read this.

This will basically just be random cute moments of Brittana/Brittany's little sister Ashley, because I had a lot of fun writing them in that one, and there isn't enough Brittany's sister in fics. So far, the ones I have in mind are all after they've come out, and there will likely be some references to canon events, either just for fun or for timeline reference, but overall, canon stuff won't really factor into this. It's not really a normal fic with an overall storyline, just little glimpses into their life, though it does all connect.

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"Your turn," Brittany cheers as she renters her bedroom, all clean and ready for bed. They don't usually go to bed so early, but it's been a really tiring day, coming out to her family and all, and both girls are physically and emotionally exhausted.

Santana quickly finishes typing out her text to her mother letting her know she's staying at Brittany's for the night, and tosses her phone on the bedside table. She moves towards the door, meeting Brittany half way for a kiss before she leaves. "Mmm, minty fresh."

"Hurry up," Brittany laughs, smacking Santana's ass lightly. "I wanna make sure we have time to get our cuddle on before bed."

"Yeah, since that's all we're gonna be able to do now," Santana grumbles, just remembering the new open door policy Brittany's parents have inforced. She suspects that was partly her own mother's doing, though, since normally the Pierces were totally laid back about that kind of thing and something tells her their coming out this afternoon wasn't exactly breaking news for them.

Brittany pouts back, kissing her girlfriend's cheek to try to make her feel better. "I know. We'll just have to get creative."

"Ohh, challenge accepted," Santana replies, tickling Brittany's sides and rushing out the door before the blonde can retaliate.

Her before bed routine is somewhat involved, but she's pretty fast about it, and tonight she's done in just over five minutes. She's heading back to Brittany's room when she sees Ashley's bedroom light is still on. She's confused for a moment, before remembering the Pierces have recently extended her bedtime an extra hour, much to her excitement.

"You ready for bed, munchkin?" Santana asks, as she pops her head into Ashley's room. The little girl is in her pajamas and sitting on her bed, but isn't under the covers yet.

"Yep!" she cheers, closing the book she had been reading. She wishes she didn't have to go to sleep yet, but her parents just changed her bedtime, so she can't complain. "Will you come tuck me in?"

"Sure," Santana agrees easily, more than used to Ashley's bed time ritual after all the nights she's spent at the Pierce house. She was worried things might feel differently now that they were out and Brittany's family knew for sure they were dating, but so far everything is the same as it's always been. "Actually, can I talk to you about something?"

"Okay!" Santana might just be Ashley's favorite person in the world, so she's always excited about any attention Santana wants to give her. Santana sits down on the edge of her bed, patting the space beside her, which Ashley immediately fills.

"Earlier, when me and Britt told you and your parents about us," Santana starts, not really sure what to say. She figures this is probably a conversation Mr. and Mrs. Pierce should be worrying about, but she and Ashley are buds, and she wants to make sure things are clear for her. "You understood what we were saying, right?"

"That you guys are girlfriends now?" Ashley asks, looking up at the older girl with bright blue eyes that look so much like her sister's. "And you hold hands and kiss and stuff, like Britty used to do with Artie?"

Santana cringes a little, but nods, running her fingers through thin blonde hair. "Yeah, kinda like that. Is that okay with you?"

"'Course," she shrugs, like it's no big deal. And in her eight year old mind, it really isn't. "I'm glad cause I like you better than Artie."

"Oh yeah?" Santana asks with a chuckle, secretly really glad to hear that. It had been bad enough having to see Brittany with Wheels, but it'd really suck if Ashley liked him better.

Ashley nods enthusiastically, tugging at the sleeve of her pajamas. "He never really played with me, and never wanted to watch movies with me when I asked him and Britty to. And he was always talking to me like I was a baby! And he smelled like grandpa," she rattled off, trying to remember what else she didn't like about him. He didn't really come over that often, and it felt like such a long time ago to her. "But I like you more than almost everybody in the whole world, so even if he was nicer to me, I'd totally still like you better."

"You," Santana begins, suddenly overwhelmed with affection for the little girl she's always thought of as her own little sister. She hooks her arm around tiny shoulders and pulls her into her side for a hug. "Are one of my favorite people in the whole world, too."

"After Britty?" Ashley guesses knowingly, her question kind of muffled by Santana's body.

"After Britty," Santana admits, ruffling the girl's hair as she moves away again. "But right after. You're number two. There's like six billion people in the world, so number two is pretty huge. Granted, I barely like anyone, but that makes you even more special."

Ashley giggles at the older girl, already feeling pretty special. Santana always manages to do that somehow. "What about Lord Tubbington? Is he third? Cause he liked you better than Artie, too. He always hissed at him."

"Yeah, Tubbs is cool," Santana admits. She usually pretends to hate him or be jealous, because then Brittany goes out of her way to make sure she knows she comes first. "But don't tell Britt."

"Promise," Ashley swears, holding up her pinky. Santana smiles and hooks her pinky around the smaller one.

"Okay, time for bed, missy," she tells her, wiggling their fingers and standing up. She picks up the giggling girl and throws her over her shoulder to pull down the covers on the bed.

"Tana! Put me down!"

Santana can't resist tickling her before dropping the hysterical girl back into bed. She gets in a few more pokes before she relents, letting the little girl catch her breath.

"She's never gonna sleep now," Brittany comments from the door, the biggest smile spread across her face from watching the pair. She just loves watching Santana with her little sister. Other than her, Ashley is probably the only other person Santana is always nice to. And okay, maybe it makes her think about how adorable Santana would be with their kids when they get older. But she'd never tell Santana that.

"Britty!" Ashley waves at her sister as she tries to catch her breath. Santana throws Brittany a quick smile before pulling the covers up over Ashley to finish tucking her in.

Brittany watches Santana brushes the blonde hair out of Ashley's face and drop a kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight, kiddo."

"Tana," Ashley asks through a yawn, already calming down. "Can you drive me to school tomorrow?"

"Of course," she tells her, tugging on the cover to make sure it's up as far as it'll go. "Now go to sleep, I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay," the tiny blonde says, her voice already sounding tired. "Night Tana, night Britty."

"Night, Ash," Brittany calls, holding her hand out for Santana as her girlfriend makes her way over to her. She squeezes Santana's hand and flips off the light, pulling them towards her own room. Once inside, Brittany closes the door and presses Santana up against it with a smirk.

"I think that door's supposed to stay open."

Brittany ignores her. "What took you so long?"

"Ash wanted me to tuck her in."

"That doesn't usually take ten minutes," she comments, bringing her lips to Santana's neck, knowing it drives the other girl crazy.

Santana's eyes flutter closed for a moment, already finding it hard to speak. "I wanted to talk to her."

"About what?"

"Us," she breathes out, bringing her hands up to rest on Brittany's hips. Almost immediately, Brittany pulls back a bit and she groans.

"What?" she asks, confused. "Us? What'd you say?"

"I just wanted to make sure she understood what we told her this afternoon," Santana answers, pinching the blonde's sides. "And that she was okay with it."

"And?"

"She gets it and she's cool," she whispers, trailing her hands up her girlfriend to loop them around her neck. "You know she likes me better than Artie?"

Brittany laughs. "Duh, San. I'm pretty sure she likes you better than she likes me."

"She has even better taste than I thought then," Santana teases, leaning forward to kiss Brittany lightly on the lips. "Don't worry, Britts. You're still my favorite."

"Mmmm," the blonde hums against her girlfriend's lips. "I like you best, too."