Step Dad
A/N – This is not pleasant. Trigger warnings. Ignore the fact that Brittany didn't graduate with the rest of them. This takes place during senior year. I don't own anything you recognize. I tried hard to write fluff but I'm in a dull and dismal mood and this is what came out. It's mostly finished so I will update as soon as I can. I'm moving so my internet is hit or miss right now.
Santana watched with a bemused grin as Brittany sat hunched over her chemistry homework. The blonde's brow was furrowed and she was chewing on the tip of her pencil deep in concentration.
"How's it coming BrittBritt?"
Brittany sighed and flopped backwards onto the bed. "Science makes me sad."
Santana smiled and scooted closer until she was hovering over the blonde. "Well we can't have that. Now will you let me help you with your homework? I really don't mind."
"San," the blonde responded, flinging an arm over her eyes. "I told you, I have to do this on my own. If you help me you'll just end up doing it for me so we have more time for sweet lady kisses."
"And what's wrong with that? It sounds like pure awesome to me Brittz." Santana replied with a smirk. She lightly brushed her fingertips over the blonde's forearm, scratching.
Brittany uncovered her eyes and finally smiled up at her girlfriend. "Of course it is. Sweet lady kisses are always awesome. But you know I have to actually learn this stuff. Or I'll fail the class and not graduate and then I'll never get out of this house."
The blonde's smile faded at the thought. Santana once again lightly brushed Brittany's arm before linking their fingers. Just as she leaned in to press their lips together, a loud knock sounded on the bedroom door. Seconds later, the door swung open and a man with dark brown hair popped his head inside.
"Dinner's almost ready girls." The man said, eyeing their position on the bed. "And you know the rules Brittany, door open."
Brittany sighed as Craig Stevenson retreated from her bedroom, leaving the door wide open. With a frustrated groan, she pushed herself up from the bed. Santana chuckled as she too stood up from the bed as well.
"At least your new step dad is hot Brittany…that has to count for something."
"You think Craig is hot?" Brittany asked with a pout.
Santana laughed and reached to pull the blonde closer. She wrapped her arms around Brittany and leaned up on her toes, finally pressing their lips together. "I prefer blonde girls. But as far as dudes go…he's totally doable."
Brittany's face contorted into a grimace and she pulled away. "Well come on then, don't want to keep your boyfriend waiting for dinner."
"Britt." Santana whined when the blonde pulled away from her. She immediately knew she had taken her joking too far. Brittany did not like her mother's new husband. Santana could understand that but as far as step dads went, Craig didn't seem that bad to her. He was seemingly always present so their sexy times at the Pierce residence had been cut way back but Santana had to admit that he seemed nice enough.
"Baby, don't be like that." The brunette whined again. "You know you're my girl; I need my lady lovin'."
Brittany shook her head with a grin at the smaller girl's pout and let Santana pull her back flush against her. She wrapped her arms around the shorter girl and hummed contentedly into the kiss. Santana's pout was just as dangerous as the blonde's and they both knew it.
"Girls!"
It was Santana's turn to growl as the two once again split apart. "Ok, maybe you're right…he's a total douche always interfering with our sexy times."
Brittany giggled and pulled her girlfriend down the stairs where Craig, her mother, and little sister Ashley were already seated around the table.
"Britty," Susan said, her speech slurring slightly. "You girls stop foolin' around. Time to eat."
Brittany sighed at the sight of her mother's almost empty wine glass. She quirked a brow as Craig reached to refill her glass without a word. Santana gave her hand a squeeze as they settled in around the table.
"Thanks for letting me stay over Mrs. P, this looks great!" The Latina said with a smile.
"It's Mrs. S now." Craig said with a wink. "And you're more than welcome, happy to have you. Any friend of Brittany's is welcome here anytime…so long as the bedroom door stays open."
Ashley giggled as Brittany once again pouted. Santana just smirked.
By the time the dishes were cleared away, Susan had downed more than a full bottle of wine. Brittany just eyed her warily as she stumbled to her bedroom claiming a headache. Craig had sipped his own glass of wine but seemed content to allow his new wife to drink herself to sleep.
"Well, San, you ready to help me with my chemistry homework?" Brittany asked after loading their dishes into the dishwasher.
Santana smiled and nodded, allowing the blonde to pull her back toward the staircase leading up to her bedroom.
"Brittany?" Craig called before the two could escape the kitchen. Both girls turned back to the man expectantly. "It's a school night. No sleepovers tonight."
Brittany tensed and tightened her hold on Santana's hand. "Santana stays over all the time during the week. Mom never has a problem with it."
"Well your mom is…indisposed and I say Santana needs to head home for the night."
"She's…indisposed or whatever because you kept pouring wine for her all night! And what about that 'any friend of Brittany's is welcome here?' Isn't that what you just said?"
Santana cringed at the look that passed over Craig's face and at Brittany's tone. "Its fine Britt, I'll help you with your chemistry tomorrow during lunch." She interjected, hoping to ease the tension.
Craig sighed and nodded slightly to the brunette, his mouth set in a grim line. Brittany was still fuming as she walked Santana to her car, purposefully slamming the front door behind her.
"You ok baby?" Santana whispered.
The blonde sighed and scuffed her shoe on the ground as they leaned against Santana's car. "I just hate him. You saw him…he just kept giving mom more…he knows she's not supposed to be drinking with her medication but he does that like all the time. She's always drunk…"
Santana nodded sympathetically, knowing full well Susan had been taking a number of anti depressants and other medications since Mr. Pierce had been killed in a car wreck a few years before. "Well, maybe now she can stop taking some of that shit. I mean, she does seem happy with him right?"
"That doesn't mean she needs to drink so much." Brittany replied, still frowning. "And he shouldn't be able to make you leave…he's not my dad. Mom let's you stay over all the time."
"I know baby, I'm sorry." The brunette said, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. "But just think…not being together tonight means we'll be even happier to see each other tomorrow morning…in the locker room…in the shower if you're lucky."
Brittany's eyes widened and a blush crept over her cheeks. Santana just smirked, loving the effect she had over the taller girl. Brittany smiled and pulled her in for a good night kiss. "I love you Santana Lopez…and your dirty mind."
"Especially my dirty mind."
"Especially your smokin' hot body." Brittany corrected with a squeeze to the brunette's ass.
Santana giggled as the blonde pressed a loving kiss to her temple. "Good night Britt. Don't forget to wear that tiger print thong for me tomorrow…you know that thing makes me hot."
Brittany swallowed thickly at Santana's husky voice. She nodded with hooded eyes as the brunette winked before slipping into her car and pulling away.
Brittany exhaled slowly before turning and walking back into her home. She heard who she assumed was Craig still in the kitchen cleaning up and immediately headed back up the stairs for the privacy of her own bedroom to continue wading through her homework.
She was determined to graduate on time with her friends even though some of her teachers were already hinting to the fact that she most likely would not. Brittany couldn't stand the thought of remaining behind in Lima and living with her mother and Craig for another year. While the younger man seemed to make Susan happy, Brittany felt on edge whenever he was around. And now, that was all the time. The two had married a few months prior and he had moved into the family home. She cringed at the memories of Craig walking in on her while she was changing or just getting out of the shower. He seemed to have a knack for knowing when she was not completely dressed. He always apologized and exited quickly but he still never thought to knock before pushing his way in the room.
Before settling down for her own work, Brittany popped her head into her ten year old sister's bedroom. "Hey Ash, get your story finished for English?"
Ashley looked up from the book she was reading on her bed and nodded with a smile. "Yep. Thanks for helping me think of the ending. I bet Ms. Cook is gonna like my story best!"
"She better!" Brittany exclaimed. "Your story is awesome…I totally didn't expect the worm to be the bad guy instead of the bird. I mean hello, birds eat worms. You are so going to be a great writer some day I just know it. Unless you want to be a rocket surgeon, then you can totally do that."
Ashley smiled as her older sister tucked her into bed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Britt? Do you like Craig?"
The taller blonde sighed as she looked down at her sister. Ashley took after their father with her hair a darker shade of blonde and green eyes. "Not really…do you?"
Ashley just shrugged. Brittany chewed on her lip, almost afraid to ask her next question. "Has he ever…I mean, does he ever do anything or say anything to make you feel…icky?"
The girl nodded thoughtfully and Brittany's heart dropped. "I don't like him helping mama drink. And I don't like when they kiss and stuff. That's icky. And his jokes are super dumb."
Brittany sighed in relief and nodded with a smile. "Aren't they? But hey," she said once again turning serious, "if he ever does do something to you, no matter what it is, you tell me ok?"
Ashley once again nodded. "I promise."
The older girl smiled again and winked before hopping up from the bed. Ashley giggled as Brittany saluted good night and closed the door softly behind her. Brittany was still smiling as she finally dropped back onto her own bed to sift through the pages in front of her. She wasn't sure how much time had passed but she had only managed to get about ten pages covered before she was struggling to remain awake, the soft light from her desk lamp lulling her to sleep.
Brittany finally decided to pack it in for the night and with a yawn, she shuffled down the hall to the bathroom she and her sister shared. When she finished brushing her teeth and washed her face, Brittany flipped off the light and stepped back out into the hallway. She was immediately submerged in darkness.
Could have sworn I left my light on…maybe the gnomes struck again. She thought to herself as she carefully made her way back down the hall to her bedroom. She slipped into her room and softly shut the door behind her. Before she could reach to flip the light back on, a hand clamped down over her mouth and she felt a body pressed tightly behind her.
The blonde's scream was muffled against the hand. Brittany tried to claw at the hand over her face but with a spin from her attacker, she was pinned against the door, her arm caught between her own body and the wood of the door.
"Shut up!" Craig hissed into her ear. "Shut the fuck up you little bitch."
Brittany tried to raise her leg enough to kick off of the door but Craig pushed into her again roughly and twisted her head to the side so that one ear was pressed against the door.
"You think you're allowed to speak to me that way?" he spat into the side of her face. "I will not be disrespected young lady. Do you understand me?"
The blonde nodded the best she could against the door and his hand, hoping he would release her. Instead of setting her free, Craig moaned and leaned closer, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. Brittany whimpered against his hand and squeezed her eyes shut tightly.
Craig shifted just enough to slip his free hand down the blonde's stomach and cupped her center over her sweatpants. Brittany's cry was once again muffled by the man's hand as she struggled to free herself. Craig once again pressed himself as close as he could and the blonde cringed at the feel of his erection pressing into her backside.
"Stop!" he hissed again. "Stop fighting Brittany…I bet Ashley would be a good girl for me."
Brittany's eyes snapped open as tears began to sting. She blinked them away but willed herself to still. She whimpered again when she felt Craig smile into her hair.
"Good girl." He whispered breathlessly. "I'm going to move my hand…if you scream or try to fight me…I'll snap your neck and go make friends with little sister. Nod if you understand me."
Brittany nodded. Craig did remove his hand from her mouth but he remained pressed firmly against her backside, the hand between her legs clumsily slipping down into her sweatpants. The sound of a zipper left Brittany clenching her eyes shut tightly once again and she pressed her forehead against the door, her breathing becoming ragged and shallow.
Craig moaned behind her and from the movement she sensed, she could tell he was frantically stroking himself. The hand in her pants roughly squeezed her before two fingers pushed up into her and Brittany choked out a sob.
Craig ignored her and continued to rub himself and thrust up into her. He finally tensed behind her and sighed out another moan as his orgasm washed over him a short time later. The man dropped his head to the blonde's shoulder, panting. He pulled his hand from between her legs and swiftly readjusted himself. Before stepping away from Brittany, he once again pinned her flat to the door, both hands on either side of her head.
"I wouldn't mention this to anyone if you know what's good for you. Wouldn't want anything to happen to Ashley…or Santana." Feeling the blonde once again tense against him, Craig chuckled. "She is one sexy little spic. I almost hope you do open that pretty little mouth of yours so I can have an excuse to fuck her. I bet I could make her squeal."
Brittany was trembling by the time Craig stepped away from her but she said nothing. She remained standing, pressed to the door, her fists clenched tightly with tears streaming down her face. Her step father toyed with the ends of her hair with one hand and leaned back in with a single finger pressed his lips. "Shhh…now get to bed. It's a school night."
Brittany scampered away from him and slid down the wall, pulling her knees up to her chest. With a smirk Craig slipped quietly out the door. The blonde buried her head in her knees and allowed her sobs to over take her.
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The next day, Santana eyed Brittany suspiciously. The blonde had been even more spacey than usual. Even at Cheerio's practice, Brittany had seemed out of it. She dropped a freshman in a simple lift and missed steps on routines they had been performing for months.
Coach Sylvester had finally had enough and sent the blonde to run laps "until her legs fell off or the scent of failure had faded". Santana and Quinn exchanged a glance at the end of practice as Brittany continued to run, clearly winded. Only after Sue stormed off to her office did the two have the nerve to go flag Brittany down.
The taller blonde allowed them to drag her off the track and back into the locker room, too tired to protest. Santana tried to ignore the way Brittany flinched away from her touch when she tried to help her girlfriend change out of her sweat soaked practice clothes.
"Come on B, let's get you cleaned up." Santana said softly.
She reached for the hem of Brittany's shirt, the back of her fingers brushing the blonde's abdomen. Brittany's response was immediate.
"Don't touch me!" she hissed with a cringe. "Just leave me alone."
Santana stood stunned before she finally backed away. She then shook her head and stormed out of the locker room leaving Brittany alone with her thoughts.
The blonde sighed and dropped her head into her hands. She had gotten no sleep the night before, too afraid Craig would return. She had barely managed to make her way to Ashley's room on trembling legs to be certain her little sister was sleeping safe and sound.
But now, all Brittany wanted to do was curl up in Santana's arms and tell her everything. Santana always knew what to do. But Craig's threats kept repeating in her mind. She couldn't tell Santana, she couldn't tell anyone. Brittany couldn't risk Craig harming Ashley or Santana.
With a sigh, Brittany dragged herself off to the showers, knowing she would be late for class but she couldn't find it in herself to care. Every time she thought of what had happened the night before, she had felt the need to clean herself. She sighed as she let the scalding hot water pour over her body for the fourth time since Craig had left her bedroom.
By the time she exited the shower, Brittany was certain first period was almost over but once again couldn't bring herself to care. She quickly dressed and stepped back out into the common area and was startled by the sight of Quinn leaning against the lockers waiting for her. The shorter blonde smiled apologetically.
"Hey B."
Brittany tried to smile back at the Cheerio captain. "Hey Q. Sorry about dropping Cecilia…hope she isn't broken."
Quinn dismissed her concerns with a wave. "Don't worry about her Britt. She needed to be dropped on her ass if you ask me. She was getting way too cocky."
The taller blonde shrugged as she pulled her wet hair up into the tight regulation pony. Quinn watched her closely, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the taller girl's hands shaking slightly.
"Santana is worried about you…so am I."
Brittany dropped down on a bench with a sigh. "I'm just tired. I didn't mean to snap at her. I just didn't sleep much last night."
"Yeah." Quinn said with a nod. "She mentioned you were a little upset about your step dad last night. Did something happen after Santana left?"
Brittany felt her blood run cold at Quinn's question. Quinn was super sneaky sometimes and Brittany was afraid her secret had already been found out, which could of course put Ashley and Santana at risk. "No, it's fine. I just don't like how he lets my mom drink so much. It's not good for her. Ash needs mom."
Brittany breathed a sigh of relief when her friend seemed satisfied with her answer.
"Trust me; I know how you feel about that. My mom is a total lush." Quinn replied with a chuckle. "As long as you're ok though B; San and I were just worried about you…you seemed a little off. You don't have to like him you know. It must be a huge adjustment for you after your dad…but you'll be out of there before you know it."
Brittany nodded, keeping her gaze on her gym bag at her feet so her friend couldn't see the tears welling in her eyes. Quinn pushed off the locker and moved toward the door. She stopped just before stepping back out into the hallway.
"Just talk to San, will you Britt? She's worried. And you know how she gets if she doesn't get her cuddle time with you."
Brittany couldn't help but chuckle at Quinn's smirk when she finally glanced up. She nodded to her friend, determined to find Santana and apologize for brushing her off so harshly.
Quinn winked at her before slipping out into the hallway. Brittany watched her go and once alone, her smile faded from her face. If she couldn't tell Santana what happened, she couldn't expect her girlfriend to understand and act any differently toward her. Brittany immediately felt even more guilty for pushing Santana away in the locker room.
She quickly finished getting ready and headed back out to class. Instead of going to her own first class, which was indeed about to end, she stood outside the doorway of Santana's. When the brunette exited the room after the bell she was surprised to be pulled down a quiet hallway by her girlfriend who just a short time before didn't seem to even want to be touched.
"Brittany? What the fuck?"
Instead of responding, Brittany pulled Santana into a darkened classroom and kissed her soundly. The brunette moaned and wrapped her arms around the blonde, attempting to deepen the kiss. Brittany was pleasantly surprised that she had no trouble pushing thoughts of Craig from her mind as Santana held her tightly.
She eased Santana back gently, helping her hop up onto one of the tables. The brunette moaned again and clutched at Brittany desperately, wrapping her legs around her girlfriend's body. The blonde slid her hand up Santana's thigh and shuddered involuntarily as the thought of Craig touching her the night before forced its way into her mind. She suddenly pulled away, her tired mind failing to distinguish the two scenarios. Brittany fought panic at the thought that maybe she was forcing herself on Santana. The Latina however, growled at the loss of contact.
"What, what's wrong?" she muttered breathlessly.
Brittany cupped both of Santana's cheeks and gazed deeply into her dark brown eyes worriedly. "Did I scare you? Are you sure you want me to? I mean I just came out of nowhere and jumped you and I don't want to force you or-"
Santana silenced her by crashing their lips together once again. With a lingering lick to Brittany's bottom lip, the brunette pulled away with a smirk. "That clear enough? I want you…now."
Brittany growled at the smoldering look in Santana's eyes and once again pulled the Latina in for a searing kiss. Within no time, Santana was moaning and writhing under Brittany's hands. She clutched the blonde tightly as she finally relaxed and calmed. Brittany pressed a tender kiss to Santana's temple and held her while she caught her breath.
"I love you." Brittany whispered.
Santana could only nod and squeeze the girl in her arms until she came back down to earth. Finally, she was able to lift her head from Brittany's shoulder and press a kiss to the taller girl's neck. With a contended sigh, Santana nuzzled the blonde's neck, and inched her hand up under the other girl's uniform top.
Brittany tensed slightly and reached to still her girlfriend's wandering hand. She pressed another kiss to Santana's temple and squeezed her with the arm still circling her. "I'm sorry about this morning."
Santana pulled away just enough to look up into those blue eyes she loved so much. She bit her bottom lip at the unusually guarded look in those eyes. She couldn't help but think she was missing something but she tried to push the uneasy thought away. "It's ok Britt. I know Coach was out of control this morning. As long as you're ok. You are right?"
Brittany smiled and nodded. "Of course." She pressed her lips to Santana's forehead before pulling away to help her girlfriend back into her spanks. Before the two slipped out of the dark classroom, Brittany wrapped her arms around the smaller girl from behind, holding her tightly.
Santana clutched the arms holding her around her waist tightly, once again feeling as though she was missing something. But when Brittany pulled away and linked their hands together with a tender smile, Santana allowed herself to be led back out into the hallway without questioning.