A/N: An anon prompted Mexican food. Thanks!

Setting the plate down in front of her girlfriend, Santana smiled at her. "You know what this is?" she asked.

Brittany looked down at the sauce drenched enchilada. "The food of your people?" she asked innocently.

"Something like that." Exchanging glances with her parents and hiding her indulgent smile, Santana pointed her fork at her. "What are you waiting for? C'mon! Eat!"

Frowning, Brittany cut and speared a piece, bringing it to her mouth. "Will it kill me?" she asked.

Maribel laughed. "You should ask Santana's Papí that."

Carlos made a face. "Hush. Eat it."

Gingerly doing so, Brittany smiled.