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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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[ Here's another very cute snort at that comment, in lieu of an eyeroll the two of them can't see. ]

Is this the part where I start to worry what you've been telling about me?

[ And really, he's sensing this conversation might need a pointedly raised eyebrow sooner or later, so all right, all right, he'll humour them. Click and voila, video! ]

Better?

Probably! [Because let's be real, here. It's not like Santana, of all people, is going to only share the innocent and boring details.

However, it's probably safe to assume she did not mention she once killed him.]

Much better. I'd pinch your cheek if you were here. [You can determine for yourself how deadpan she sounds about that ~~and also which cheek she means~~.]

Philip's been hiding in the basement, which is probably why you guys haven't met before. [She leans over and rests her hand on Brittany's leg; just a girlfriendly thing to do, second-nature at this point. It exudes the kind of casual closeness not many in Wonderland get to see.]

[Brittany, of course, sees absolutely nothing wrong with the sudden hand placement, and places hers over Santana's hand, giving it a light squeeze. She also playfully rests her head against Santana's shoulder for about two seconds before something the other girl said caught her attention.]

[Her head lifts in confusion.]

You live in a basement? Why?

[ Their affection is an odd reminder that Philip has been completely out of the loop with Santana's relationship status, or any details thereof, ever since-- well, since Tim, actually. It's a bit of an embarrassment, honestly, but truthfully it never really made his list of most important developments to keep track of. He wonders if that's still the same Brittany he had a chat with ages ago. Sort of doubtful, actually... ]

Um, way cheaper rent.

[ Hah. Philip clears his throat. ]

Erm, I used to map the tunnels, actually. Made sense to stay close back then, but I'm on the third floor now.

[ Only just moved. Lovely view. Windows and all that... ]

[Santana rolls her eyes, because who wouldn't. She still doesn't know how it ~made sense to stay close~ but whatever.]

It means I can bug him more often now.

[That makes her genuinely happy. Philip should be proud.]

[If Santana's happy, then Brittany's happy. It's as simple as that.]

Can I come next time? Sounds like fun.

[ Look, this is the guy who thought it made sense to hop on a plane to Greenland with next to no preparations, and trek into the icy wilderness by himself, on the off-chance that he might be able to find his father at a random set of coordinates that were nearly thirty years old, so... ]

Depends, does that mean twice the bothering, or are you coming along to keep her in check?

[ And how do you feel about lengthy seminars on bees? ]

[Wow, rude.]

Wow, rude.

[Pause.]

Probably the first one. And of course you can come, Britt. He has no say. [She didn't even bother to whisper.]

Good.

'Cause I totally think it would be fun.

I should be worried about your definition of fun, right?

[ It's directed more at Santana, because he already knows to expect the best of the worst from her. Anyone else he can still give the benefit of the doubt. ]

...But you are invited. [ Not that he thinks not being invited would stop Santana, but where would that leave the common good of the English cliché, if he didn't remember a trace of his manners? ] I'm still waiting for an excuse to use my movie screen, anyway.

Wait, movie screen? Are we talking like, full size theater?

[Because she and Britt are so there if so. They could totally make out in the back row!! DATE NIGHT!]

You have your own private movie theater?

[Totally side-eying Santana here, with a similar idea in mind. It was just that obvious.]

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