Bottom Of the Ocean I A Brittana Story

Bottom of the Ocean: For Naya

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Everything you might recognize belongs to Ryan Murphy and FOX.

It was summer vacation and early July. Both Santana and Brittany had been looking forward to this all year. Because both Santana and Brittany had time off from work, they had planned to go away for the weekend with their kids. Santana wasn't sure who was more excited: their kids or Brittany. It was an easy comparison to make as Brittany had a childish mind at times. Of course, that was one of the things that Santana loved most about her wife.

Thursday night after Santana came home from work, she found that Brittany and the kids were almost finished packing up for the trip. Brittany was in the living room waiting for her with their suitcase.

"We wanted to make sure everything was ready so we could leave by midnight." Brittany told Santana.

"Midnight?" Santana arched an eyebrow in question. "I thought the plan wasn't to leave until tomorrow morning." The drive to where they were going wasn't very far. "We're not going to Disneyland."

"Wait," Brittany stopped what she was doing. "We're not?"

"We're going to Malibu." The plan was to stay at a hotel on the beach for the weekend. Santana sighed. "Did you tell the kids we were going to Disneyland?"

"Maybe." Brittany bit her lip and looked down. "I guess I should tell them—"

Santana didn't like Brittany finish that statement before pulling her close. "You better not." Santana warned. "They'll be so disappointed." Santana knew that if the kids believed they were going to see Disneyland, then she better make it happen or the next few days might uncomfortable. "I guess I'll have to see about us making a stop on one of the days."

Brittany smiled and placed a kiss on her wife's lips. "You're the best." She said. "I told you it would work!" Brittany shouted and then their two kids, Josey and Alfie came out from hiding behind the couch screaming in glee.

Santana should have known better that Brittany and the kids would conspire a plan like this. "Was this all your mama's plan?" She looked at her two children.

"Yeah." Both her kids admitted.

Santana turned back to Brittany who was smiling wide with guilt. She couldn't help but hold a laugh. "Well, I always knew you were a genius, Brit." Santana put her hand on the back of her wife's neck before leaning in and kissing her again.

"Mom!"

"Mama!"

Both women stopped kissing and laughed at their children's protests. "Oh, does someone else want kisses?" Santana teased and looked at Brittany as their kids began protesting and running in other directions. Brittany and Santana chased their children—around the coffee table and towards the steps. It wasn't long before Brittany caught Alfie and Santana caught Josey. They kissed them multiple times on the cheeks and foreheads, causing both children to scream laugh.

"Stoooppp!" Josey was crying from laughter.

"I have to pee!" Alfie laughed and then both children were eventually let go.

"Alright, go on," Santana chuckled. "But do not forget to finish packing." They would be leaving in the morning. "And not too much!" She added, knowing that they all had the habit of stuffing their suitcases full of things they did not need. It was only for the weekend and they wouldn't need half their wardrobe for those three days. She then turned back to Brittany when the kids were out of sight. "I'll see if I can get some Disneyland passes for Sunday. But we can leave for Malibu early morning and still have plenty of time to enjoy those two days on the beach." Santana was looking forward to the beach.