THE 3

24 sleep over

(Phone call)
Brittany: no mom she is......
Heather: baby your don't have to lie if she is your girlfriend say it
Brittany; I will say it but she isn't
Heather: okey okey! If you say so see you tomorrow baby
Brittany: yeah mom bye

Santana; your mom is in *smirks*
Brittany: shut up! She just want me a girlfriend no matter who it is *rolls her eyes*
Santana; I'm a who so?
Brittany: just lets sleep okey?
Santana: did you told your mom we have a date? *smirks*
Brittany; no because it's just a one time thing *looks at her*
Santana: we can make it more I don't care *smiles*
Brittany; well I care and say no *walks upstairs*
Santana; *looks at her ass*
Brittany: what is your room?
Santana; fallow me babe *walks to a door*
Brittany; *looks at a door with a lock* why is that door locked
Santana: because i need some private when I'm busy
Brittany; busy with what? *looks at the door*
Santana: private stuff babe *turns around and keeps walking*
Brittany: *stares at the door for a couple sec*
Santana: coming?
Brittany: yeah *walks away*

- in sans room-
Santana; so here we sleep *opens the door for her*
Brittany: wait! I wanna sleep alone *looks at santana*
Santana: why? I'm not gonna rape you *laughs* maybe I'm going touch you but....
Brittany: SANTANA!!!! *whines*
Santana: *laughs while changing clothes* come on babe *lays in bed*
Brittany: uhm can I barrow some clothes please? *looks at her*
Santana: yeah sure *sits up* you can pick a shirt *looks at her*
Brittany: thanks *takes a shirt and starts to change*
Santana: *licks her lips*
Brittany; *walks to the bed* what?
Santana; you have a nice back view *smiles while opens the blanket for her*
Brittany; *rolls her eyes and lays in bed with her* hmm nice warm bed
Santana: *looks at her* wanna make it better? *leans in*
Brittany; *rolls her eyes* no *pushes her head away*
Santana: ouch! *rubs her forehead* rude!
Brittany: sleep well Santana *turns around, back facing santana*
Santana: sleep well princess *puts her arm around Britts waist*
Brittany: *smiles*

-next morning-
Brittany: *wakes up with her head on sans chest*
Santana: *plays with her hair* hmm
Brittany: how long have you been up? *says sleepy*
Santana: half an a hour *smiles*
Brittany; hmm *closes her eyes again* I think the storm is over?
Santana: yeah it is, how did you sleep?
Brittany: great and you? *looks up*
Santana; best sleep ever *smiles*
Brittany; uhm San?
Santana; yeah?
Brittany; can you bring me home today?
Santana; yeah sure I wanna meet you mom *smiles*
Brittany: what? Why? *sits up*
Santana; I'm pretty sure we gonna be a couple after our date next weekend *smirks*
Brittany: who says that? *looks dead at her*
Santana: me? I just said it? Didn't you hear it? *says innocent*
Brittany; gosh *steps out bed*
Santana; where are you going?
Brittany: can I take a shower I wanna go home before 12
Santana: sure the first door when ya walk out this door *points at a door*
Brittany: okey thanks *grabs a towel*
Santana; you can wear my clothes looks good on you *winks at her*
Brittany; thanks *rolls her eyes*

-half an a hour later-
Santana: *doing her make up*
Brittany: I'm done *walks in*
Santana: *looks at her with a smirk* I told you, you look good in my clothes
Brittany: *smiles* thank you ready to go?
Santana; yeah *puts her hair in a ponytail*
Brittany: *walks out the room*
Santana; *grabs her car keys*
Brittany: which car?
Santana: Ferrari the white one *opens the door for her* lady
Brittany: *blushes* thanks
Santana; welcome *closes the door*

-Brittany's house-
Heather: *looks out the window with a smile* what a nice girlfriend

-outside-
Santana; *opens the door for brittany* my lady
Brittany: *smiles* Santana how many times do I need to say I'm not your lady
Santana: not yet! *closes her door* but it's worth it to wait a little longer
Brittany: come on dork *grabs her hand and pulls her with her*
Santana: *smiles*
Brittany: *opens the door* mom! I'm home!!!
Santana: *walks in* nice house *looks around*
Brittany: thanks *smiles*

Heather: *walks in* hey Brittany *kisses her head, then looks at santana* hey I'm heather *pulls her hand out*
Santana; *shakes her hand* Santana Lopez nice to meet you
Heather: nice to meet Brittany's girlfriend *smiles*
Brittany; mom she........
Santana; yeah nice huh *smiles*
Brittany: *wide eyes* San.......
Heather: Brittany don't be rude and give your girlfriend a tour in the house and I will make some breakfast
Brittany: yes mama *looks at santana*
Santana; *puts her arm around Britts waist* lead the way babe
Brittany: *starts walking*