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“Let go of the side,” Sam says.  “We won’t let you fall.” “I have a better idea,” Santana says. “How about I hold on and then I definitely won’t fall.” Seriously, at this point she’d only let go to flip him off.  And she’d only do that if she had any sort of faith in her ability to stay standing.  Brittany twirls in a circle in front of her, coming to a stop.  She actually balances on one ice skate for a moment and how even? “Babe, come on.  You can hold my hand.”  Brittany grins and holds it out to her, wiggling her fingers invitingly. “We’re not gonna let you fall,” Sam says again, like he’s actually offended by the very suggestion.  He tries to pry her hand off the wood and she takes one very careful step sideways, one of her skates sliding a little until she bumps into the side.   Jesus. “It’s against the laws of science for your whole body to remain upright balanced on fucking ice skates,” she says, and watches Sam laugh and Brittany hide her grin.  She just rolls her eyes and says, “Don’t argue with me I’m the only one passing that class.” Shit.  She shouldn’t have— There’s silence while they exchange a glance and she bites at her lip.  “I’m sorry,” she says, because she’s getting better about it.  “That was mean.” “I got a C minus last week,” Brittany says, spinning on the spot in a slow circle and Santana wants to go to her except for all the fucking ice. “I know, baby,” she says softly.  Brittany’s totally passing that class if she has to tutor her all year, just to make her forget she ever said anything different. It doesn’t change the fact that ice skating is stupid though. Sam uses the moment when she’s distracted by Brittany to pull her away from the side and she actually screams—not her proudest moment—even though she’s going so slowly that Artie could probably ice skate faster. Okay, that was mean again. The point is, this is the worst, and she has no idea why they have to come here at all, even if Brittany does take one hand and Sam the other and she’s slowly being tugged along by her two favourite people in the world. She’s not having fun, shut up. // “So,” Sam says, when he carries their drinks over in the Lima Bean.  “You had fun.  Discuss.” “I did not,” Santana replies instantly while Brittany just laughs next to her.  “Ice skating should still be against the laws of god and man.” “Right,” Brittany says, straight faced, and sips at her cocoa. “So you weren’t shouting, ‘wheeee!’ when we built up speed.” “Must have imagined it,” Santana says, pouring sweetener into her coffee. “That doesn’t sound like something I would do.” Brittany and Sam exchange a glance before they both say, “Of course not.” She hates them both when they start to grin. // “Maybe we could go next week,” Santana whispers into Brittany’s ear when they’re in the car on the way home and feels Brittany laugh against her cheek when she leans in to kiss her.  They’d made Sam drive so they could share the backseat, and he glances at them in the rearview suspiciously. “No making out back there,” he says sternly. “That was the rule.” “I would never,” Santana says with an innocent smile, before she leans in and kisses Brittany, exactly where he can see it in the mirror.