A/N: If anyone is still reading this – Hi, and sorry for the long wait. This is for mykindofparty. Who's kind of persistently insistent.

Recap: There was a slight disagreement on stage at nationals between new directions and vocal adrenaline.

10.

The auditorium had emptied, apart from Santana and Brittany in the front row, a police officer standing in front of them and Santana's father and Brittany's mother sitting two rows behind them on 'guard duty'.

The officer noticed Brittany's spotless appearance apart from her rumpled and tear stained shirt where Santana had had to be prised from her arms to part them.

"Names?"

"Mike Chang."

"Brittany!" Mrs Pierce's voice reminded her exactly who was sitting within earshot.

Brittany sighed and tightened her grip on Santana's hand. "Hmmph. Fine, my name is Brittany S. Pierce. Spelt with an 'r'."

The officer stared at the name written down on his notebook in puzzlement as he thought it over then decided wisely to move on. "And you?"

"Rachel Berry."

"Santana!"

Santana scowled at her father. "Santana Lopez."

"Just a few questions for you two ladies. Are you responsible for this?"

"For what?"

"This devastation here." The officer indicated the debris strewn stage behind him where water was trickling over the edge and dripping into the Orchestral pit. Piles of soggy articles of clothing, the odd shoe, and an abandoned wheelchair which lay discarded on its side with the wheel still spinning, were visible. A trail of blood splatters led off the stage from where two teeth lay aboandoned. Apart from that, it was deserted.

"Define responsible," Santana asked.

"Santana!" Her father snapped warningly from where he was sitting a few seats away.

"No," she answered succinctly.

"What about you, Miss Pierce?"

"I stopped it. With the hose. I didn't start it. I'm like, a hero. Can I get one of those hats?" She asked gazing adoringly at the officers hat.

His eyes narrowed and he stared closely at the two girls as though trying to work out where he had seen them before.

"Did you two steal a horse?"

"What kind of horse?" Brittany asked.

Santana could feel her heart plummet into her stomach and she squeezed Brittany's hand tightly in warning and tried to think fast.

"A police horse," the officer clarified with heightened suspicion.

"Psssh, don't be silly. There aren't any horses in New York. Have you seen the insane amount of traffic in this town?" Santana answered smoothly for them both. "Where would we even get one from? A pet store? Have you ever seen a horse in a pet store?" Santana asked the officer. When no reply was forthcoming she looked to Brittany.

"No," she pondered thoughtfully. "Maybe they keep them out back, or they're really popular and sell out. Where do you buy horses from?" She turned her questioning gaze to the cop who was getting more and more discombobulated by the second.

Santana was at this point very much aware of her father who was had his head in his hands in despair as he listened to them from a few rows away witnessing them in action.

"That's enough!" Dr Lopez intervened "Brittany, did you take the first punch?"

"No," she mumbled.

"I'll take it from here," Dr Lopez said to Mrs Pierce.

She sighed and nodded. "Brittany, come with me."

"You, stay," he ordered in his scary 'Dad' voice as Santana made to stand up and join her. Brittany looked relieved to be excused but hesitated and gazed worriedly at Santana. Santana tried to smile reassuringly but it came off as rather pitiful.

"I'll see you outside. It's okay." She gulped as Brittany stepped away from her then frantically grabbed her arm and hissed. "If I'm not out in fifteen minutes get George."

She watched Brittany exit the room and fidgeted somewhat nervously as her father sat next to her.

"So, Officer. How can my daughter assist you with your enquiries?"

Brittany was watching the door to the theatre as the cop came out alone. Five minutes later Santana and her father exited the building, the last two people to leave the theatre. Brittany sighed with relief as she watched Santana blink in the bright daylight and take in the scene before her, apparently unscathed.

As they were the last two out of the building, and one of them a riot instigator, naturally everyone turned and looked at them. Dr Lopez did not look amused at the consequences of Santana's actions taking over the street whereas his daughter looked deflated as she squinted her eyes in the light and their surroundings eventually became clearer.

It was like the aftermath of a disaster movie.

Someone had overdone the call for help and three fire trucks, seven ambulances and nine police cars blocked off the road drawing every kind of attention to them with all their lights flashing. Overhead, a news helicopter buzzed around like an annoying insect trying to find out was happening. The only thing stopping the street level news crews from harassing the show choir contestants was the fact the police had taped off the street so no one else could get in.

In the middle of the street, competitors who had participated in the brawl and other unfortunately situated innocent onlookers like the audience, were undergoing treatment and giving statements.

Statements! What the hell? Wasn't this all a bit excessive? Santana tried to appear inconspicuous by not making eye contact with any adults. Scanning the crowd she paid no attention to her father, who was talking to a paramedic about the situation, until her eyes rested on Brittany. She spotted her on the far side of the crowd with the rest of the glee club, wrapped in a blanket and listening dejectedly to whatever her mother was emphatically telling her as her little sister jumped up and down beside them excitedly while making punching motions with her flailing arms.

Dr Lopez looked over at the group of show choir organisers and judges conversing intensely nearby, curious as to their reaction. Barbra caught his glance and he rolled his eyes in classic Lopez style as she waked over to them whilst failing to hide a smirk.

Brittany looked over hopefully as Barbra walked over to Santana and spoke to her and her father although she had no idea what was being said. It didn't look good as Santana scowled and left the two adults to talk.

"Wait over there," Santana's father indicated to her and she slunk off to where Mercedes and Kurt were huddled under blankets all the soaking wet kids had been provided with by the paramedics.

"Looks like you've got an admirer," Mercedes said indicating with a nod. Santana turned curiously to see Brittany at the far side of the group standing with her family gazing at her with mysterious smile on her face, her mothers words apparently going in one ear and out the other. Finding herself unable to look away with a slight blush Santana returned the smile and they stared at each other across the crowd. Brittany tuned out her mothers admonishments about responsibility and setting an example as she soaked in Santana's rare, genuine, nose scrunching, eye crinkling smile that made Brittany's heart flutter and lift her off the ground.

Santana gulped when Brittany shrugged off her blanket and made her way through the crowd and sat down next to her. Her eyes flickered around wildly not knowing where to look as Brittany rested her head on Santana's shoulder just like old times and sighed contentedly. "Its been a long day," she sighed.

Santana reached up and brushed the hair from where it had fallen across Brittany's eyes.

"I'm supposed to be mad at you. You started a riot."

Santana opened her mouth to speak but Brittany put her finger to cover her lips.

"Don't say anything else or you'll find out I'm not that mad after all and probably screw this moment up. Look like I'm mad at you so my Mom can see."

Santana just looked confused but then under the finger her lips slowly turned to a smile.

Brittany's mother threw her hands up in the air in despair at the sight of the two of them then tried to stop her younger daughter from re-enacting the whole battle over the phone to her rather bemused father.

Rachel snuck up close to Santana and whispered with reverence as she stared over at Barbra talking away with Dr Lopez. "Is that a Barbravention? Yours is so much cooler than mine. I mean, you actually have Barbra Streisand slapping you upside of the head, I just had Kurt in a jaunty hat."

"I beg your pardon!" Kurt spluttered in indignation. "Jaunty? That hat was a masterpiece."

"Do one, shortstop," Santana snapped at Rachel and scowled as she watched her father deep in conversation with Barbra. Brittany nudged her shoulder as Rachel stalked off, hurt.

"Ugggh," she sighed heavily and spoke softly into Brittany's ear. "My Dad is mad. So, so mad. You wont believe what he wants me to do."

"What's that?"

"The cruellest, most twisted thing he could think of." Brittany raised an eyebrow sceptically. Santana sighed in defeat. "Watch and learn," she said as she sat up straight. "Hey guys!" Santana called out to catch her friends' attention. "Look, I wanted to say... that... ya know... I guess, I'm sorry. Especially to..." she struggled for the next word and eventually managed to cough out the name. "Rachel. I know how important this all is to you because you never shut up about it."

Brittany nudged her again.

"Santana. Imma stop you right there because I'm more interested in what you've got on your face," Mercedes stared in fascination at the marking down the side of the girl's flushed cheeks.

"Oh, uh. It's blood." There was a gasp and everyone stared worriedly at her face. "Don't worry, it's not mine," Santana explained.

Everyone visibly relaxed. "I think it was that red heads," she said while swiping at her cheek.

Puck squinted at the smudge marks then spoke. "You've nothing to apologise for as far as I'm concerned. And sure, I cant feel my right arm and I admit that's slightly worrying, but I chose to elbow that guy in the head and if he hadn't of moved I might be in jail being someone's bit-"

"What Puck is trying to say is..." Quinn interrupted.

"We lost," Finn sighed.

"We lost spectacularly, with a bang," Mercedes emphasized.

"It was very dramatic," Kurt stared into the distance dreamily reminiscing of the high drama which had gone down on stage.

"But we got to the last five," Sam pointed out.

"Yeah."

"We would only have won anyway so there wasn't much point in sticking around," Mike grinned.

"And we beat the shit out of Vocal Adrenaline. Which is always fun," Puck had to add.

"Well that goes without saying," Quinn agreed.

"At least no one will ever forget the New Directions," Rachel beamed triumphantly.

Santana laughed and shook her head at their reactions.

"I'm sorry. I've been saying that a lot over the past year or so but I'm sorry," Santana said, sincerely this time. "I'd like to take us all out for a meal, if you're all not too completely mad at me."

"I thought your allowance was confiscated and your credit cards revoked," Quinn puzzled.

"True, but my Dad is paying. He really enjoyed our performance. It's the first one he's been to and I think he liked it, apart from the 'wanton violence'. So he said he'd take us all out. Whadda ya say?"

"Say yes," Brittany shouted from next to her where she was bouncing excitedly on her heels as the Glee club, still high on adrenaline, cheered. Free food? Yes please, they didn't need to be asked twice.

"Rachel, we needs to have words." Santana grabbed Rachel's arm and tugged her off to the side of their group just enough so their conversation couldn't be easily overheard.

"Um, alright. I accept your apology," she squeaked nervously and made to scurry away.

"What? No, not that. You and me, we do deal?"

"Pardon me?"

"You and me. We do deal. God, can't you just work with me here? I'm trying to speak the language of your people."

"And you think my people are... the Russian Mafia?"

"I don't know any Hebrew, okay?"

"Neither do I! Not conversational anyway. How about we try speaking like Americans?"

"Whatever. Anyway, I realise in hindsight I could have made a shit tonne of gold off of you meeting Babs but I'm willing to let your payment slide so long as you do me a favour."

Rachel shot an uneasy glance towards Brittany in case she found herself in urgent need of assistance in dealing with Santana but Brittany had gotten a hold of Barbra from somewhere and was showing her some dance moves with Quinn and not paying any attention so Rachel remained quiet and waited.

"So, we do deal?"

"You haven't told me what you want yet."

"Jeez, you're so demanding. Get off my case, at least I'm trying reaching out and trying to relate or something..." She looked off to the side in thought as though trying to think of more.

"Under Brittany's instruction, no doubt!" Rachel snorted.

Rachel began to regret that last retort as Santana grabbed her by the collar and whispered intently in her ear. Rachel's eyes widened as she listened and Quinn nudged Brittany who watched the two girls actions with interest. Eventually Rachel squeaked out, "I'll try, but no promises."

"Try hard." Santana demanded, dropping Rachel from her grip and smoothing her collar out nonchalantly as she noticed Quinn, Brittany's and Barbra's eagle eyes on them.

"I'll do my best," Rachel offered.

They were interrupted by Karl, the theatre spokesperson who had not taken to the New Directions the first time her had met them. He stood on the steps to the theatre casting them a look of disgust at their bedraggled appearance. He tapped his microphone, ever the wannabe showman he had instantly rigged up a sound system, and coughed to get everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Romans, countrymen, Show choirs." No one laughed. Karl sniffed in disdain and then announced with more glee than was necessary.

"Vocal Adrenaline and New Directions are hereby disqualified from the competition. Everyone else please reconvene in three hours and we will announce the winners. As for you two," he turned to address the despondent looking teens who were gathering around him, listening with wide, sad eyes. "You are all banned from show choir competition for the next five years. And by that I mean you are banned individually, not only as a group. If you join another group we will know, we have ears everywhere."

Karl turned to do a diva storm off with his nose in the air but his eyes simply widened and he took a hesitant step backwards as he was met with the imposing sight of Rachel Berry marching determinedly straight for him. Before she reached normal conversational distance she had begun to argue forcefully, so loud in fact the microphone was picking up her voice so everyone on the street could hear, including the news crews loitering beyond the police barrier. They all leaned closer with interest and aimed all their recording equipment at the perfectly clear, high pitched voice ringing out across the whole street in outrage.

"How dare you? You cant dump on both choirs hopes and dreams, even though Vocal Adrenalines was pretty much nearly almost probably deserved. You cant project your frustration at your own failed dreams onto us. We were the best choir there and you're just going to callously throw away all our hard work because of a minor altercation?"

Santana pulled Barbra down to sit beside her on the kerb. "Watch this," she grinned as Brittany helped Rachel out.

"Disagreement sounds less illegal," Brittany muttered in her ear then sat back down on the other side of Barbra where she was joined by Quinn and Mercedes, then the rest of the club followed suit.

Rachel paused and thought, "Slight scuffle," she acquiesced.

"This is so much more fun when we're not the ones being yelled at," Brittany leaned over Barbra to address Santana.

"I saw you cry at the end of my solo, Karl. Are you that heartless, that cold hearted that you would destroy everything we've spent years working for because someone dumped a pale of vegan ice cream in your jacket pocket?"

"That's my favourite jacket and I just had it dry cleaned!" Karl yelled in return. "Wait, how do you know about that?"

"That's not important, the fact is you can crush the dreams of tens of teenagers but you will never stop Rachel Barbra Berry!"

New Directions roared their approval behind her making Karl even more edgy.

Barbra raised an eyebrow at the reveal of Rachel's middle name whereas Rachel's fathers were standing nearby, awestruck, unable to stop their daughters rant as they moon-eyed at Barbra.

Brittany wolf whistled at Rachel's forcefulness.

"Kinda wanky there, Berry," Santana smirked.

"There are more important things than your stupid competition anyway so you can shove your inevitable first place trophy up your-"

"Rachel!" Her father snapped out of his Barbra induced shock to finally hear what his daughter was saying.

The glee club cheered her loudly and she span around on her toes to see them all lined out behind her along the kerbside as they watched her at work.

"You didn't win!" Scotty bellowed indignantly.

"Totally did," Puck smirked cockily.

"Owned it," Finn fist bumped Puck with that annoying lopsided grin.

"Nailed it," Sam nodded.

"In the bag," Mercedes shrugged.

"Without any shadow of a doubt," Rachel huffed.

"Cleaned your clocks," Artie called out with a smooth whistle.

Vocal Adrenaline began, once more, to rally behind their leader and Karl but the New Directions parents stepped in before anything more could escalate and began to round up their offspring.

"All right, you lot. Back to the hotel."

"That's enough excitement for today."

They were pushed away from the confrontation and, to the show choir formerly known as Vocal Adrenaline's annoyance, broke out into a rousing rendition of 'We Are The Champions'.

"Ms Streisand?"

Karl let out a strangled yelp as Rachel got too close to him. How dare he question the 'Barbra'. Rachel's Dad's grabbed a tighter hold of her and began to pull her away from the possible homicide which they could both picture occurring as she let out a strangled growl in a terrified Karl's direction.

Barbra put her hand on Rachel's shoulder and rubbed soothingly which had the instant effect of causing her to faint into her fathers arms.

"I think I'll pass on the remainder of the competition, Karl. I've seen the sort of 'competition' this thing breeds and I'm not impressed. I've got better things to do than waste my time time here."

"But you're contracted."

"Bite me."

Santana and Brittany grinned proudly at their friend and high fived each other behind her back. Brittany snatched Karl's microphone and spoke into it, "Let's all remember the most important fact that is, no one died here today!"

She was met by stony stares from the surrounding competitors, parents, chaperones and a resounding cheer from her own glee club. "Best nationals ever!"

Shelby forced Vocal Adrenaline away from where the New Directions parents were trying to control their kids and had to drag Goolsby by his collar where he was going red in the face screaming at the judges. "Expect to hear from our lawyers!" he yelled out before choking.

Looming from out of the crowd, George slowly made his way over to his charges looking thoroughly hangdog. He looked up at them from under a swollen eye.

"Where were you, George?" Barbra asked, trying not to laugh. "You had one job to do. People were screaming out there, people could have died, George."

He had a split lip and bloodied teeth were visible when he opened his mouth. He remained speechless as he waved his arm back to where he had come from where an extremely irate Sue Sylvester was ranting and raving as she was man-handled into the back of a riot van. He shrugged helplessly and then gave them all a gappy grin where one tooth was missing as Barbra shook her head in despair. "Go get yourself seen to."

Puck slapped him on the back as he hobbled past. "Nice try, Big G."

Barbra watched as Brittany handed him her blanket and hugged him. "Poor guy. He was in the marines, decorated for bravery. Still couldn't take you two on," she turned to look Santana in the eye. "Still deserves a medal though."

"Har, har," Santana's words dripped with sarcasm but before she could retaliate someone shouted.

"Hey, you two!" The shout came from a cop who was heading straight for the two girls.

"Oh, what now?" Santana hissed under her breath. She looked to Brittany who shook her head subtly as if to say 'It wasn't me this time!'

"Haven't I seen you girls before?" The cop asked, eyes narrowed as he peered at them and managed to completely ignore the fact that Barbra frickin' Streisand was stood in between them.

"No," Santana snapped at him.

"Hang on. I know you," Brittany turned excitedly to Santana. "I didn't recognise him for a second with his pants on. It's the cop with the horse!"

"Oh, uh..."

"You remember, the one with the... oh."

Everyone stared.

"Run!"

Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and they turned and sped away weaving through people. The cop didn't bother following just stood and fumed as he watched them disappear.

"See you later!" Brittany yelled to their people a second before they disappeared around the corner.

Mr Schuester scratched his head and looked around a the remainder of his choir. "I guess that's it then. Go spend the rest of the day with your families and we'll meet back at the hotel this evening."

That evening everyone met up at the designated restaurant on time and the group of teens all tried to squeeze through the doors at once. Once inside they could see Santana's father sitting at a long empty table reserved for them deep in conversation with a woman. They pair looked up as the doors opened and waved them all over.

Santana held Rachel back for a second to ask, "How's that thing you were going to try to do going?"

"I mentioned it and I'm waiting for a reply."

"Hmmm, okay," Santana muttered and let her go.

"Rachel, I demand you sit by me I've got a lot to talk to you about," said Barbra waving her over.

Rachel glanced at Santana who leant over and lowered her voice. "Just pretend its not really her. Just some cool old-"

"Heard that!" Barbra called over to the two girls. "Less of the old, thank you."

Santana rolled her eyes and continued talking totally unfazed by Barbra's interruption. "-lady who wants to talk about singing and Jews and stuff like that."

"Wait, you're Jewish?" Puck grinned at Barbra seeing her in a whole other light now.

Kurt emitted a pained sigh.

"What?"

"She can sing, too,"

"Ha funny. I've not seen any musicals, only that Fockers thing. Which was shit."

"Puck!" Kurt looked scandalised.

"But it was."

"Yes, it was," Barbra agreed. "Kurt, you must tell me where you got that fabulous scarf from."

Kurt beamed happily as his fingers ran over his silk scarf, his nerves forgotten. Then he stopped and gasped to himself, "She knows my name."

Mercedes pushed him out of her way to sit down and he stumbled to sit next to her.

Santana smirked at her starstruck and not so starstruck friends and made her way over to her father, hugging him and sitting down beside him. Brittany followed her also getting a hug and sat down next to Santana, opposite Barbra and a very starry eyed and quiet Rachel Berry.

Barbra winked at Santana. Everyone sat down slightly nervously with the superstar in their midst. Brittany and Santana hadn't batted an eyelash at her presence and were already talking a mile an hour to Santana's father.

"Everyone's parents are flying back on the evening flight," Santana was explaining to him. "We're taking the bus back tomorrow."

"Awww sweetie, you're so funny." He snorted with laughter.

Santana put her glass down warily and looked directly at her father. This was not going to be good.

"You think you're leaving my sight again until we get back to Ohio? The hell you are. You two are coming with me. Britt too."

"Dad!"

"Santana!" He copied her mock outrage then asked. "And how may riots did you start this month?"

"Ladies don't start fights they finish them," Brittany added helpfully.

"How many?"

"One," she huffed in annoyance.

"When the answer to that question is none I might let you have your cell phone back. Until then, not leaving my sight."

Santana slumped back in her seat in a huff while Brittany paid no further attention at all and listened in on Rachel and Barbra's conversation.

"Honestly, if there hadn't been a mild rioting incident where would we have placed?" Rachel asked Barbra earnestly, desperate to know.

Everyone put down their cutlery, glasses, whatever they were occupied with and listened curiously.

"Honestly?" They all stared breathlessly at her. "Phew, no pressure," she muttered. "Honestly, you're a little rough around the edges and there's a streak of cheese you cant deny."

Everyone turned to stare accusingly at Mr Schuester who shrugged.

"When you perform you wear your hearts on your sleeves and that's what its all about for me. I'd have loved to see you win but with those judges I'd guess you have placed... top three?"

"And what about you?" Brittany asked cheekily. "Where would you have placed us?"

"Oh god. Please say it," Rachel begged.

"Let me just say that... today was the most fun I've ever had at one of these things. Seriously. Everyone's so uptight and focused they seem to forget show choir is supposed to be fun. Its the only reason to do it. It's not about winning, its not the most technical, loudest, most flamboyant. Its about going out there singing your heart out and loving every second of it."

"So," said Barbra to the rest of the glee club who were all rapt with attention. "Let me tell you why I think you guys should have won, if it weren't for those stuck up frigid judges who wouldn't know a bit of melodrama if it came up and punched them in the face." All the kids laughed and settled down comfortably absolutely delighted with Brittany and Santana's friend.

"Hey, where's George?" Santana asked, looking around for their man mountain friend.

"I gave him the night off," said Barbra. "I think he earned it."

Kurt and Rachel held hands and squeezed their hands tightly next to each other as they drank in every moment rapturously. The ice was broken and with common ground they all began to talk and laugh and enjoy themselves.

On their last morning in NY most of the gang were in Rachel's hotel room all packed and waiting for Mr Schuester's summons to get on the road again.

"Hey, where are Brittany and Santana?" Sam asked, looking around the room for the missing girls. His eyes widened. "Or wait, should I not have asked?" His eyes glazed over as he thought about what they were doing.

Mercedes slapped him across the head. "They had to ride back with Doc Lopez. He may be cool but he is one scary dude when he wants to be."

"I suppose you have to be when you live with those two girls."

The buzz of conversation in the room dropped as Rachel walked in accompanied with a little girl in her arms. Rachel carefully set her down next to her and beamed around the room at them all.

"Hey guys," she smiled at them. "These are my friends," she said to the girl. "You wanna say hi?"

The girl shook her head shyly then hid slightly behind Rachel's leg until Rachel crouched down and put her arm around her.

"Okay. You don't have to if you don't want to. There's someone very important I want you to meet. Is that okay?"

The girl nodded and Rachel led her over to where Puck was sitting with his guitar gaping openly at the girl in front of him.

"This is my friend, Noah." The girl looked shyly up at him as he blinked uncertainly at her appearance. "Will you say hi to him?"

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hi," he replied, his eyes flicking to Rachel for confirmation. She nodded kindly. "Beth," he finished with a sweet smile. He noticed her staring at his haircut. "You wanna see my Mohawk?" he asked her softly and pointed to his hair. She smiled and giggled. With a grin he leaned forward until she could run her tiny hand over the strip of spiky hair. "Cool huh?" He asked as she giggled at the feel of it.

To his surprise she asked him in a small voice. "Have you see the princess?"

He glanced at Rachel. "Princess?" Rachel raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Yeah sure, I know the princess."

"You do?" Beth looked amazed.

"Sure. See that door over there?" He pointed to where the door adjoining the two rooms was. "She's through there."

"Really?" She gasped.

"Yeah," he smiled.

"Thanks Noah," she beamed at him and he melted into a puddle at the sight. Wrenching her hand from Rachel she threw herself at him for a hug. "I like you," she whispered in his ear.

Puck blinked furiously to try and stop the tears and rasped. "I like you too," he whispered back.

As they headed for the door Rachel looked back at Puck. "Okay?" she mouthed the question to him.

He nodded with a teary but goofy smile. "Thanks," he muttered as they knocked on the door and opened it as they were told to, 'Come in."

Above them, high in the sky, Doctor Lopez kicked off his shoes and leaned back with a sigh as he stretched out in the luxurious First Class section of the early morning flight on the way to Ohio. He leaned over out of his reclining chair and looked back through the open curtain down the aisle to the economy class where he could see Santana glaring at him with a glorious scowl. He tipped up his champagne flute in a cheeky toast to her.

The man in front of Santana reclined his seat and sloshed her orange juice where it had been resting on her tray so it dripped onto her magazine where she'd been checking out all the expensive items she couldn't buy. She looked away from her fathers smirking face, her disgust at him clearly apparent as Brittany addressed her.

"We should go travelling this summer," Britt said from where she was staring out of the window transfixed by the scenery below and the clouds. "I want to go see the guards at Buckingham palace. The ninja ones. And the Eiffel tower and we should go to Brittany in France cos I bet its the awesomest place on earth. And we could go to Spain and Ireland and-"

"Are you just going to name very country in Europe?"

"Oh my god, yes! That's a brilliant idea but you know we should go to every country in the world."

"Whatever you want B.

"Will your Dad be alright with it?"

"He'll be paying for it, so no. I'll tell him were looking at colleges. Yeah, that'll work."

"We could go to Rome the city of romance, Hamburg the city of hamburgers, Cork the city of... corks?"

Santana sighed contently. "Anywhere you want."

The End?