Brittany could recite her family history, from beginning to end, before she was ten. It was a long history, from the moment an Irish princess was carried off by a Viking raider, to when her parents immigrated in the early 90's, eventually ending up in Lima, Ohio. And every Yule, visiting family snuggled down in front of a large bonfire in the back yard, she would recite one of her favorite tales, the story of the dragon hunter's daughter and how she met her princess.

There weren't any dragons left, as far as anyone knew. A distant cousin had reported seeing one, over five hundred years ago, while hunting in the Alps. But whenever she told the story of Brigid, the dragon hunter's daughter, and Magda, her princess, she immediately thought of Santana. Of the gentle girl under the tough shell that no one else saw. Her own brave, indomitable princess.

If she thought about it, in those rare moments when she couldn't dance, when she had no choice but to be still, her connection with Santana was much more than love, though even with her photographic memory and centuries worth of oral family history floating around in her head, she wasn't quite sure what words really did describe them. It had only been recently that had she even dared to use the word 'girlfriend' to give some officialness to their relationship.

Only Santana, and her aunt, knew what Brittany dreamed of every night. Dreamed of strange creatures and battles to the death. But even they didn't know she dreamed of being short, though not Rachel Berry short, and being rescued by a tall blonde who moved with a dance-like smoothness. Dreamed of adventures with this blonde.

Sometimes she found it difficult to separate her dreams from her family history, and reality, but she didn't really mind because, when in doubt, she danced. Danced in her dreams. Danced for her princess. Danced victory dances when Santana came safely back from hunts with her brother. Sexy dances when she burned with the need to feel skin against skin, needed to swim in the unique scent of her princess, best friend, and heart. Danced for love.

She couldn't remember the first time she saw a live duck. It might have been when her grade school class took a trip to the zoo and Santana gave her a handful of crumbs to feed them. But something about ducks had fascinated her as long as she could remember. Ducks of all shapes and sizes. Wild mallards and large white ducks on farms. Real ducks and ducks in movies. Donald, Daffy, and Darkwing.

Most people found her fascination with ducks strange, but Santana just smiled and handed her more bread to feed them on their weekly visits to the pond in her favorite park. At least half of her stuffed ducks, duck pictures, duck decorated t-shirts, and ceramic ducks were gifts from her princess.

"Hey San," she asked, pulling her pacing friend down onto the park bench. She was scaring away the ducks. "What are you thinking?"

"Something is gonna happen," she said. "Something is coming to Lima."

"I know," Brittany said. "But we won't be alone."

"You're having the dreams again?" Santana asked, grabbing her hands and looking deep into her eyes. "What are you seeing?"

"I always have dreams," Brittany reminded her. "We have time. Lots of time to get ready. It won't be like that time with Brigid and the raiders. We'll have help."

"I know," Santana said, jumping up again, and waving excitedly. "My cousin, and Summers. Evil watch out!"

"We'll need more," Brittany said, laughing at her girl's behavior.

"Who?" Santana asked, puzzled.

"You'll see," Brittany said.

"Tell me," Santana said, pouting.

"It's a surprise," Brittany said, not giving in. San could be impulsive but that could ruin things, she'd decided when she'd first had the dream.

"You know I hate surprises, babe," Santana said, plopping back down onto the bench.

"Cute couple," Santana said, waving at Coach Summers and her cousin walking towards them along the park path.

Brittany tilted her head and stared intently at them. "Not yet," she said, stating what was obvious to her. She didn't have some super relationship sensing powers, like Kurt and Mercedes seemed to think, but after years of dance and Santana she liked to think she could read people. There was a definite connection between Coach Summers and Santana's cousin, that she could see, but that closeness that she had with Santana? That they didn't have. But she agreed, they would definitely be cute together.

"No?" Santana said. "Hmm…"

Brittany giggled at the devious expression on Santana's face. She loved it when San gave into her naughty impulses. Much better than when she spent days at a low, angry simmer because of something Quinn or Sue Sylvester said.

"Brittany, Santana," Coach Summers said, stopping in front of them.

"Hey Cuz," Santana's cousin said. Brittany dug through her memories for her name but found nothing. She frowned, she must have been somewhere else in her head and missed it, she decided.

"Coach Summers, Kennedy," Santana said. Relieved, Brittany carefully filed away her name.

"Your aunt is an interesting person," Coach Summers said to Santana. "Very much in control. Could have used someone like her when I was your age."

"I told you, Buff, it runs in the family," Kennedy said, smirking.

"You must have missed it," Coach Summers said, dodging a shove from her companion with a laugh.

"Are you sure?" Santana asked Brittany in a low voice.

"Yup," Brittany said. "Coach?" she asked.

"Britt!" Santana hissed, trying to stop her.

"Yes, Brittany?" she said.

You live together? Right?" Brittany asked. Coach nodded. "But you aren't girlfriends, like San and me," she stated.

"No," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry."

"No worries," Santana said, smirking. "No points lost."

"Points?"

"It's a family thing," Kennedy said, smugly.

"Coach?" Brittany asked again.

"Yes, Brittany?"

"San would really like to go hunting with you," Brittany said, kissing Santana's cheek in apology for embarrassing her. "She's a huge fan."

"You can't escape it, Buffy," Kennedy said. "Fame, fortune, and groupies. Why can't I have cute groupies?" she grumbled, winking at Brittany in response to Santana's scowl.

"If her aunt okays it," Coach Summers said. "I think we can arrange something."

"Goodie!" Brittany said, jumping to her feet and hugging her. "And you can take Quinn," she said.

"Juno the Bible Thumper? She'd probably go cry in a corner if she saw real evil," Santana said dismissively.

"San!" Brittany said. "You promised!"

"Sorry," Santana said. "But you know what I mean."

"That wouldn't be a good idea, Brittany," Coach Summers said, shaking her head. "She knows the score, but she's still just a cheerleader. No training. She could get hurt."

"You were just a cheerleader when you burned down that gym full of vampires," Santana said, ignoring her cousin's laughter. "Not that I want to go on a hunt with the Stepford Cheerio."

"I had an advantage that none of you girls have," Summers told them, poking Kennedy, who was still laughing.

"I'm not Tubbers," Santana said. "I can handle myself."

"She means her super powers, San," Brittany said. "Like Brigid."

"That's just a story, Britt," Santana said. "Brigid didn't really have super powers."

"Yes she did," Brittany said, protesting.

"Brigid?" Kennedy asked.

"One of Brittany's ancestors hunted things," Santana said.

"Things?" Coach Summers said.

"She was a dragon hunter," Brittany said. "Like her father."

"Real dragons? According to an old friend, they've been extinct for a thousand years," Summers said. "When was this?"

Brittany shrugged. "A really long time ago," she said. "Do you want to hear about her?"

"I'd love to," Coach Summers said, "but we should probably take this indoors."

Kennedy nodded in agreement. "There's that coffee shop downtown," she said. "Down by my building."

"You bought the old Hansen building?" Santana asked, smirking. "Berry must have freaked. She's been trying to get her pop to buy it for years."

"You aren't closing the dance studio? Are you?" Brittany asked anxiously. Rachel could be silly about some things, but she needed the dance studio too. They rarely talked to each other, either there or in school, but Madame Miriam's was a place they could just be.

"No," Kennedy told her. "Madame Miriam agreed to my terms. She can stay."

"Yeah!" Brittany said, jumping up and down excitedly. "Coffee, and then we can go congratulate her!" Brittany said, grabbing Santana's hand and dragging her towards the parking lot.