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[The camera unfocuses for a moment before focusing back in on...Brittany. Of course. It’s her camera, so why wouldn’t it be her? But she’s not alone. There’s an adorable miniature pony at her side...with a horn on its head...and the sounds of a chirping squirrel can be heard coming from somewhere just off-screen.]

[Brittany, of course, sees nothing wrong with any of this, and is happily spinning in her chair, wearing her pajamas, despite the fact that her hair is has been expertly styled, and her makeup is impeccable. Beside her, the usual decorations of a youthful teen girl could be seen. Bright colors. Stuffed animals. And a particular picture seen hanging on the wall right over her bed.]

‘sup, Wonderland. I’m Brittany. And this is my new show, the Wonderland edition of Fondue for Two.

...well, four, if you count Lady Winny and Sir Squeakums over there.

[More chirping, as if the squirrel were responding to her. The unicorn remained silent. Content with just sitting there and looking fabulous. As she should. Santana, on the other hand, is sitting nearby but away from the furry creatures, looking...like she is doing this out of love. Being the first semi-guest was not on her to-do list, especially after her experience with the show back home. Again: for love.]

We’re here to bring you the latest and greatest of Wonderland’s cheezy news. [As she says this, she leans forward and reaches down to pick up...something speared onto a large toothpick and covered in Fondue goodness. She makes a show of eating it. Because cheezy fondue. Get it?] And, I guess, whatever else we feel like talking about at the moment.

So if you’ve got the goods, feel free to call in. After all, sharing is caring.

[And then, just before she lets it go to the phones...or Network, or whatever, Santana decides to speak up:]

Do it or Imma break some kneecaps.

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I did.

She didn't really come on the show with me. [Actually, the last time Britt invited her, she'd stood her up.]

Looks like she's changed her mind. You two seem real cosy up there. Must be nice having a girlfriend who'll actually do stuff with you in public.

[There's a bitter statement. Why did he have to go for the Victorian basket case who's all hepped up on shame and insecurity?]

[It was a bitterness she could notice, even through the communication device. Her lips puckered together, brows furrowing.]

Is something wrong, Luke? Did I say anything?

No! Nah, it's not you, Brit. Just. [He waves a hand around expressively.] You know. Jealous.

Of me?

...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel jealous.

[Not to say she didn't occasionally enjoy the feeling. Just not this time. Not with Luke. He was her friend.]

No! It's not you. It's him. [He claps his hands together, clearly awkward and worried even this trips over the line of not-talking-about-stuff-in-public. But Brittany is getting to be one of his closest friends, and you never hide anything from them.]

I'm dating this guy and he's really nice and everything. He just doesn't want people to know. Which is alright! I don't mind it. [Except he clearly does.]

[She frowned. Understanding how much that much secrecy and/or denial could hurt.]

You should.

I mean, it's totally cool that you're giving him space and all. But...what about you?

What about me? I don't care what people know. But he's from 1863. I don't think you're supposed to be into guys if you're from 1863.

You're not supposed to not supposed to be into anything, Luke. I mean, weren't the ancient Romans all gay for each other and stuff? I saw a documentary about it once.

[Brittany, that was Ben Hurr]

Do you like him? Does he like you?

[Sounds like a legit source to me.]

Yeah! Obviously, or we wouldn't be doing whatever we're doing.

Then he should prove it to you.

Or you'll never be happy.

Prove it how? I don't wanna scare him off.

Has he at least taken you out on a date?

We... went to this empty bedroom on the eighth floor. It was pretty cool.

How romantic.

[The sad thing is that she actually means it.]

What about a public date, though? Like, to a restaurant.

[It was super-romantic. The question receives only a short, self-deprecating laugh, and he shakes his head in a reluctantly accepting 'no'.]

[Her lips pressed together. This was unacceptable. Even Santana had been willing to go to Breadstixx with her.]

[Then, she got an idea.]

[A~~n awful~~ wonderful idea.]

What about a group date?

Wait. With you and Santana? Would she go along with that?

I'm sure she will. No problem.

[...]

[... yes. That sounds completely reasonable, based on everything he knows about Santana.]

What if he doesn't want to come?

Then he's a total jerk who doesn't deserve you.

Think about it. Two guys. Two girls. Who's going to care?

[It's the rare kind of math she can actually do. Two Plus Two Equals Profit!]

Yeah. Yeah! You're so right. Let's do it.

[Oh my god, Brittany, you're like the smartest person he's ever met.]

[THIS IS WHY YOU'RE HER NOT-SO-SECRET BFF FOR LYFE]

Sweet.

You make the reservation. We'll be there. I'll go tell Santana.

Awesome. See you there. I'll even wear something cool.

[At least he'll try. He listens to your fashion advice sometimes, Brit. I swear.]

I have faith in you, Luke.

[Precious fashion student.]

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