Handling Team "BRITTANA"
"Hello everyone and welcome back to Chelsea Lately. Tonight's guests are now considered two of the greatest game show slash reality competition stars every to walk on this earth. Please give a warm welcome to Mrs. Santana Lopez-Pierce and Mrs. Brittany Lopez-Pierce." Chelsea says standing up and clapping as Brittany skips out dragging Santana with her.
The audience laughs when Santana scowls when Brittany let's go of her hand to hug Chelsea.
"Watch it Handler just cause you game me some good stuff back there does not mean that you get to hit on my wife." Santana growls pulling Brittany down on the couch with her.
"Is she always like this?" Chelsea asks sitting back down as well.
"Yes, but she gets even more possessive when she gets the good stuff." Brittany says laughing when Santana wraps her arms around her waist and buries her head into the crook of her wife's neck.
"So with the win on Survivor how many wins does that make?" Chelsea asks Brittany figuring out that Santana probably won't want to answer questions.
"Well that makes nine now between the two of us." Brittany says smiling.
"Wow that's fucking amazing." Chelsea gasps. "So who's won more money?" she asks looking from Brittany to Santana.
"Neither of us as we're married all the money is shared." Santana says giving Chelsea a don't fuck with me look.
"You're not a very nice person are you?" Chelsea asks pushing back in her seat as Santana shifts closer to Brittany.
"I don't like people hitting on my girl." Santana growls glaring at the audience.
"Well just to let you know I like men so she's safe with me." Chelsea says feeling slightly better when Santana nods.
"I know," is all Santana says leaning her head against Brittany's shoulder watching the audience.
Chelsea looks very confused wondering what the hell this barely adult girl is talking about.
"She loves watching your show. In fact while we were on the Survivor she made my sister record your show ever night and when we got back I had to sit and watch everyone." Brittany giggles as Santana blushes and hides her face.
"Thanks, it's good to know I have loyal fans." Chelsea chuckles glaring over at Chuy who is laughing. "Now I have to ask, how and why did you get married?"
"That's easy I don't ever want anyone else and I certainly wasn't going to give anyone else a chance with my girl." Santana growls wrapping her arms tightly around Brittany.
"Baby, you know I only want you." Brittany whispers in her ear.
"Wow, you certainly know how to handle her don't you." Chelsea says her eyes wide.
"Yeah how do you think we ended up getting married in Vegas. I told her when we finished the race that I wanted to get married right away. So..." Brittany trails off looking at her wife.
"I may or may not have threatened several judges and other people so we could get married in Vegas." Santana says shrugging.
"Wait how old are you two?" Chelsea asks realizing that no one has ever said how old they are.
"Seventeen almost eighteen." Santana replies smirking.
"You two really are too much. Has anyone really challenged you on any show?" Chelsea asks trying to figure out how they work as none of any other interviewer even Ellen has ever gotten it out them.
"Nope, my baby is a beast." Santana smirks kissing Brittany's cheek.
"Sanny can we done with this now I wants to go make some lady babies." Brittany pouts.
"Anything you want baby," Santana says getting up.
"Um..." Chelsea says staring after the two girls as Brittany skips off pulling Santana with her who has a smirk on her face. "Well I guess they handled me instead of me handling them like I planned. I hope you all at least learned something from the questions I asked." she says frowning.
"You suck." Chuy says leaving as well.