Lost Melody - Brittana

Chapter 18

Carl Pierce sat at a round table with five other men, all around the same age as him. He took a swig of his fifth beer and glanced at his friends with a troubled expression. "I'm a bad father," he confessed.

Mark, raising a bushy eyebrow, paused in the middle of taking a bite of his burger. "How?" he inquired.

Carl scratched the stubble on his chin, hesitating before responding. "Brittany... she has a girlfriend," he admitted.

Harry, spitting out his beer in shock, whispered loudly, "What?"

Carl nodded, taking another sip of his beer before continuing, frustration evident in his voice. "And she had the nerve to kiss that girl right in front of me!"

George smirked weirdly, nudging Matt and whispering with food still in his teeth, "I'd pay to see that."

Matt burst into loud laughter, joined by the other four men, but Carl glared at them and huffed in annoyance.

Ray, the calmest of the group, reached over and patted Carl's shoulder reassuringly. "It's a phase, she will get over it," he offered.

Carl shook his head vehemently. "It's definitely not a phase. I've always seen her looking at girls," he insisted.

Matt, still chuckling, reached out to playfully pat Carl's cheek. "She gets that from you," he joked.

Rolling his eyes, Carl turned to George, who shrugged nonchalantly. "Why don't you pretend to accept her and invite her back, then slowly try to make her normal again?" George suggested, his tone serious.

Brittany sat in the driver's seat of her car, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, while Santana occupied the passenger seat. Santana glanced over at Brittany, a serious expression on her face.

"We need to prepare," Santana announced.

Brittany furrowed her brows in confusion. "Prepare for what?" she asked.

Santana sighed, leaning back in her seat. "Prepare for meeting my parents. All of my exes have all failed miserably in that department," she explained.

Brittany sighed in response but nodded. "Okay, yeah," she agreed reluctantly.

Santana smiled briefly before adopting a serious demeanor again. "Just act like I'm my mom for this, okay?" she instructed.

Brittany nodded earnestly, ready to comply. Santana then began speaking in an exaggerated old person voice, "Who are you?"

Struggling to suppress a smile, Brittany responded, "I'm Brittany," her words interspersed with bubbles of laughter.

Santana nodded, maintaining the old person voice, and eyed Brittany intently. "What are your intentions with my daughter?" she asked.

Brittany's eyes widened awkwardly, and she stammered, "Um, not sex because I'm a virgin... I'm not sure about Santana though."

Santana gasped, hitting Brittany's arm with a sense of urgency. "You don't talk about sex to my parents, Britt!" she practically yelled.

Defensively, Brittany threw her hands up. "I've never been in this situation before!" she protested.

Santana rolled her eyes, suggesting, "So?! You don't tell my parents I'm not a virgin! Why don't you say your intentions are like sticking with me as long as you can or something romantic?"

Determinedly, Brittany nodded. "I can do romantic," she affirmed.

Santana chuckled lightly, teasing, "Are you sure? Because I'm the first person you've ever dated."