Babysitting BRITTANA

2 im not a baby

Maria: *sits on the couch* I think we do the best
Pablo: I know for sure *puts his arm around her*
Maria: the last time was crazy *looks at the tv*
Pablo: there was a cow on the couch *takes the controller*
Maria; *laughs* yeah

-with Santana-
-on the phone with Quinn-
Quinn; a babysitter really?
Santana: yeah they do!!!
Quinn: why?
Santana: because of the last time *rolls her eyes*
Quinn: oh yeah that party was amazing *laughs*
Santana: yeah pretty wasted *laughs*
Quinn; hell yeah it was *laughs*

(Maria: SANTANA COME DOWN THE BABYSITTER IS HERE)
Santana; OKEY MOM *yells* I have to go Quinn the babysitter is here
Quinn: okey I will see you tomorrow *makes a kiss sound* bye
Santana: bye babe *hangs up*
Quinn; *hangs up*

-downstairs-
Maria; she is coming *smiles*
???: it's okey *smiles*
Pablo; here is your water *hands her a glass*
???: thanks mr Lopez *smiles*
Pablo; no problem and call me Pablo *smiles*
???: well thank you Pablo *sips her drink*
Maria; were is she? *looks at the stairs*
Pablo; did you called her?
Maria; yeah I did *looks at him*
Santana; I'm here sorry I was on the phone with Quinn *walks down*
Maria; hey honey meet Brittany
Brittany; *stands up* hey I'm Brittany *smiles*
Santana: *checking her out* hey I'm Santana
Maria; *rolls her eyes*
Pablo; well meet each other we need to go the taxi is here
Santana; dad can I have the car keys?
Maria: no Brittany has them and you gonna listen to everything *looks at her*
Santana; *rolls her eyes*
Maria; don't roll your eyes Santana I'm out see you next month
Santana; yeah bye *sits on the couch*
Maria; bye Brittany take care *smiles*
Brittany; bye *close the door*
Santana; so Brittany tell me about your self *bits her lip*
Brittany; *sits on the couch* well first I'm to old for you
Santana; yeah so? *smirks*
Brittany: *smiles* well I'm Brittany 24 years old and you?
Santana: well I'm Santana 23..........
Brittany; so your 23 and in high school? *laughs*
Santana; okey I'm 16 and I love older woman *smirks*
Brittany; awg that is cute *smiles*
Santana; cute? *rise a eyebrow*
Brittany; liking your babysitter *laughs*
Santana; *rolls her eyes* I'm going
Brittany; to where?
Santana; a friends house
Brittany; no
Santana; what?
Brittany; I said no
Santana; really funny can I have re car keys?
Brittany; I'm serious Santana you stay home
Santana; why?
Brittany; because your mom and dad told me to *locks the door*
Santana; omg! *walks to the kitchen*
Brittany; *turns the tv on*
Santana: *comes back with cookies*
Brittany: can I have one?
Santana; no *eats*
Brittany: your so childish *walks to her*
Santana: so?
Brittany; *sits next to her* never mind
Santana: so where do you sleep?
Brittany: your parents room
Santana: want so company? *smiles*
Brittany: you really cute *squeezes her cheek*
Santana; *rolls her eyes* plz
Brittany; and no thank I sleep alone
Santana; okey but if you get scared say it and I will protect you *winks*
Brittany; thank you I will remember that *smiles*
Santana; *eats*