Hi, new story! I've been working on this for a while and I'm really excited about it.
Warning: There is a 10 year age gap between Brittany and Santana in this story, if you don't like it, please don't read. Brittany's a bitch in this story. Also, this story contains drugs and alcohol.
Chapter 1- Three's A Crowd
"I just don't understand why she's coming to live with us," Brittany argued as she stormed out of their bedroom and into the hall.
Dex, the womans husband, followed her. "She's my daughter, I can't exactly tell her to fuck off!" He replied.
Brittany stormed down the stairs and into the living room, grabbing her purse and picking up her cell phone. "Maybe you can't tell her to fuck off, but I can," the woman said, handing the phone to her husband. "Dial her number, tell her I want to speak to her. That little bitch is not coming to live here."
Dex frowned. "Don't you fucking dare talk about my daughter like that!" Dex shouted. "You haven't even met her, how can you say such a thing?"
Brittany rolled her eyes. "I don't want to meet her," Brittany said. "She sounds like a little cunt, one of the many reasons I don't want her living here. This is my home, not hers."
"This is our home, we bought this house together," Dex hissed.
"Exactly! This is our home, not hers," Brittany smiled.
Dex shook his head and sat down on the couch. "Anna kicked her out," he said calmly. "I know you don't like the idea of her living here, but I don't exactly have a choice. She's my daughter, I'm not going to disown her."
Brittany laughed. "We've been married for one year, you've only visited her twice in that time," she said.
"She's still my daughter. You know how hard it is for me to see her when she lives in New York," Dex said.
Brittany sighed, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. "I can't believe you're doing this to me," she moaned. "I thought things were going good between us? We're finally settled and now she's going to come here and ruin everything!"
"She wont ruin anything," Dex said quickly.
"Yes she will," Brittany spat. "Look what she did to Anna's boyfriend, she completely ruined their relationship. Fuck, she's going to destroy us, I know she is."
"Right now, you're destroying us," Dex said, burying his head in his hands. "Whether you like it or not, she's coming here tomorrow."
"I don't fucking like it!" Brittany shouted, storming out of the living room.
"Where are you going?" Dex asked.
Brittany opened the front door. "I'm going to the bar, I need a fucking drink," she said. "If I happen to turn into an alcoholic, you know who to fucking blame!"
"Not my daughter," Dex shrugged.
"Fuck you," Brittany spat, slamming the door behind her.
"I think Dex is right, you don't know this girl so you shouldn't judge her," Tina, Brittany's best friend said.
"I am judging her, she sounds like a little bitch, I don't want her anywhere near us," Brittany said, taking a sip of the Martini in front of her.
"You might end up liking her," Tina said.
Brittany frowned. "There's more chance of me winning the lottery than that happening."
Brittany wasn't happy with her husband, she was furious with him. The couple had met two years ago on a blind date. Brittany was a little apprehensive to go out with him at first, given his age. Brittany met the man when she was 26 years old, and he was 38. She couldn't see a future with him, especially when she discovered that he had a teenage daughter, but things changed, she actually fell in love with him. They dated for a while, then 6 months later Dex proposed, another 6 months later they were married. Some would say everything happened too quickly, but for them it felt right, not rushed at all.
Brittany was happy being married to Dex, but the man had really pissed her off. She didn't want his 18 year old daughter living with them, it freaked her out a little bit, especially after hearing stories about her. Brittany had a feeling the girl would be nothing but trouble, she could see her marriage ending because of the girl. Dex promised that wouldn't happen, but Brittany knew better, she knew the girl was nothing but trouble.
Brittany was just happy she wouldn't be around when the girl arrived. She worked at a grocery store, and was relieved when she found out she would be working that day, for many hours too. She had already worked out a plan. She would go to work, come home, ignore Santana, and that's it. She didn't want anything to do with her, so ignoring her was the only thing she could do.
"Please, just give the girl a chance," Tina begged.
Tina was Brittany's best friend. They had met in high school and had been friends ever since. Tina also worked at the grocery store, mainly because there was never any good job opportunity's in Lima, Ohio. Really, that's just an excuse. Brittany and Tina had barely graduated high school, they didn't take school seriously. College didn't happen for them, they were far too busy getting drunk to even think about going to college. Working at the grocery store wasn't bad, though. It paid the bills.
Well, mainly Dex paid the bills. He worked for a business firm, and although Brittany would never admit it, her friends knew it was one of the reasons she decided to date him. Of course she loved him, but him earning a huge wage definitely helped.
"I'm not giving her a chance, she better fucking stay away from me," Brittany said, taking another sip of her drink.
"Don't tell me you're going to be like her evil step-mom," Tina laughed.
"Oh god, there's no way I could ever think of her as my daughter, that's just tragic," Brittany replied. "I'm telling you this, she's going to steal my husband."
"Are you jealous because he'll be spending a lot of time with his daughter?" Tina asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Of course not, I couldn't give a shit about that," Brittany said, waving her hand at the bartender and requesting another drink. "I just think she's going to do something to split us up. Before I know it, Dex will be divorcing me, and little miss innocent will be permanently moving in."
"I thought she was already permanently moving in?" Tina frowned.
Brittany's eyes widened. "Oh god, that would be horrific!" She gasped. "I know she's moving in, but I'm just hoping this will be a temporary thing. I swear to god I'm going to have many words with Anna, she better let that little bitch move back in."
"Anna? Is that Santana's mother?" Tina asked.
Brittany nodded her head. "Yeah. Dex and Anna were married for like 8 years, Santana probably broke them up too. Anna's cool, believe it or not I actually like her, we always talk on the phone."
"So, you like your husbands ex-wife, but you don't like his daughter? Even though you haven't even met her-"
"Shh, less talking, more drinking," Brittany said, pouring the rest of the Martini down her throat. "We're getting drunk tonight, so fucking drunk!"
The next morning Brittany woke up with a hangover. She could barely remember anything from the previous night. She remembered drinking too much, stumbling around the bar, and then nothing after that. Her mind was blank. She figured Tina helped her to get home, since she was in too much of a state to walk the streets alone. Remembering she had to get to work, Brittany crawled out of bed, threw on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, then headed downstairs.
"Morning," Brittany mumbled to her husband when she walked into the kitchen.
"Morning!" Dex replied cheerfully. Brittany rolled her eyes, not in the mood for happy voices. She sat herself down at the table and buried her head in her hands. "Would you like some bacon?" Dex asked.
"I would love some," Brittany mumbled.
"Bacon would be great," another voice said.
Brittany snapped her head up, surprised to hear another voice in the room. That's when she saw the girl, sitting opposite her at the table, staring intently at her. Brittany gasped, staring back. Brittany knew who it was. It was Santana. She took in the girls features, her long black hair falling down her shoulders, big brown eyes and a soft face. She looked nothing like Dex, or Anna. Unlike Santana, Dex and Anna both had blonde hair. Brittany decided to keep that to herself, though. The woman then noticed the girls outfit, she was wearing a black sweater and a pair of blue jeans, from what Brittany could see.
She hadn't pictured Santana to look like that. Whenever she imagined the girl, in her head she was always a whore. This girl was...normal.
"You must be...Santana?" Brittany said hesitantly.
The girl nodded her head. "That's me," she smiled.
Dex made his way over to the table and gave his wife and daughter their food. "Santana arrived last night," Dex said, grabbing his coffee from the counter and taking a sip. "I thought she was supposed to be coming today, but I was wrong, and here she is," he smiled.
"When did she get here?" Brittany asked, glaring at her husband. "Was it after I got into bed?"
"Nope," he said. "In fact, we were watching a movie when you stumbled into the house, screaming at the top of your lungs."
Oh god, Brittany thought to herself. This is beyond embarrassing, this is humiliating!
"She wasn't that bad," Santana giggled.
"Sweetheart, you're just saying that to be nice," Dex laughed. Brittany's mouth dropped. Nice?! Santana was trying to be nice?! Brittany hadn't expected the girl to be nice. She expected her to be loud, annoying, irritating, anything but nice!
"No, I'm serious, she wasn't that bad," Santana said.
"Whatever you say, darling," Dex laughed. "Since your step-mom was too drunk last night, let me introduce you two again. Brittany, this is my daughter, Santana. Santana, this is my wife, Brittany."
"It's nice to meet you," Santana said, extending her hand across the table for Brittany to shake.
This could all be an act. She could be pretending to be nice, when really she's a horrible little bitch, Brittany thought to herself.
"Nice to meet you," Brittany replied, not making an effort to shake the girls hand.
Santana smiled shyly and withdrew her arm, lowering her head and picking at the bacon in front of her. Brittany looked over to her husband who was glaring at her. She knew he was pissed. Santana was trying to make an effort and Brittany was trying to convince herself that the girl was an evil little monster.
"Before you walked in here, I was telling Santana about our plans for the day," Dex said, taking another sip of his coffee. "I'm going to show her around Lima, maybe I could take her clothes shopping. I'd ask you to come, but I know you're working today."
"Where do you work?" Santana asked, sounding actually interested.
Brittany swallowed the bacon in her mouth. "I work at the grocery store down the road," she answered,
"Do you enjoy it?" Santana asked.
Brittany shrugged her shoulders. "A jobs a job, it pays the bills I guess," she said.
"Indeed," Santana nodded.
"Aren't you going to be late for work?" Dex questioned. "I thought you had to leave the house early today?"
"I still have a couple of minutes," Brittany mumbled, picking at her food.
"What time are we going out?" Santana asked her dad.
"Soon, sweetheart," Dex smiled.
"You're late," Mercedes said when Brittany finally stumbled into the grocery store.
"Who cares," Brittany mumbled. "I feel like shit and I'm pretty sure I'm going to be sick all over the place."
""That's why you shouldn't drink," Mercedes said, shaking her head. Brittany took off her jacket and walked behind the counter. The store was quiet, so Brittany figured she'd just sit and relax for a while. "Tina's not coming in today. If you think you're bad, you should see her. She's really hungover! You know, I never understand why you do this to yourself. Why don't you just drink when you know you're not going to be in work the next day?"
"Give it a rest," Brittany begged. "My heads killing. I feel like I've been hit with a brick several times."
"Like I said, you shouldn't drink," Mercedes said.
Mercedes was another one of Brittany's friend. Unlike Brittany and Tina, she had actually went to college and did pretty well. She owned the grocery store, which is why Brittany often stumbled into the store drunk, hungover, and...drunk. She knew her friend would never fire her, no matter how much of a bad employee she was.
"I embarrassed myself last night, Cedes," Brittany said, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. Mercedes raised an eyebrow, so Brittany continued. "You know how Dex has a daughter who is moving in with us?" Mercedes nodded her head. "Well, she moved in last night, and I can't remember going home, but I know I embarrassed myself in front of her."
"Oh my god, the little cunt has moved in?" Mercedes asked.
"Santana, that's her name," Brittany said, rolling her eyes.
"But...you always call her 'the little cunt.' Has your opinion of her changed?" Mercedes asked.
"I wouldn't say my opinion of her has changed, she's just a little different to what I expected," Brittany said. "She was polite to me this morning, but who knows, maybe it could be all just an act."
"Could be," Mercedes shrugged. "Or...she could be a decent girl? You judged her before you even met her. Perhaps she is a nice girl, you were probably just really wrong about her."
Brittany shook her head. "Nope, I know she isn't being completely real with me. She broke Anna and her boyfriend up, she's sly, manipulative-"
"Do you just want to be her evil step-mom or something?" Mercedes questioned. "Why can't you just accept that this girl isn't as bad as you thought."
"Well, it's not like we've had much time together, we've barely said two words to each other," Brittany said, playing with the hem of her shirt. "I guess I could be a little wrong, but still, no one is completely innocent."
Mercedes shook her head. "You're unbelievable," she muttered.
"Thank you," Brittany smiled.
After a long shift, Brittany finally left the grocery store at 7pm. She walked into the house and went straight into the living room to greet her husband. "Hey," she whispered, leaning down and kissing him on the lips.
"Hey, how was work?" He asked, kissing her one more time.
"It was okay," Brittany said. "Have you done the washing yet?"
"Nope, I left it for you to do," he said quietly. "I know you hate it when I accidently mix the colors. I don't do it on purpose."
"I don't mean to shout at you," Brittany said. "I just get so fucking pissed when one of my favorite shirts mysteriously turns pink."
"That was one time!" Dex shouted.
"I'll never forget that 'one time' either," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm going to start the washing," she added, leaving the living room, passing the kitchen and walking into the laundry room. She emptied the basket on top of the machine machine and started the first load.
As Brittany was sorting through the clothes, she was surprised to come across something weird. She walk back into the living room and threw the 'weird thing' at her husband. "What's this?" She demanded.
Dex sighed. "It's compression shorts," he said.
Brittany frowned. Why was her husband wearing compression shorts? "Are you trying to hide something or-"
"They're Santana's," he said quickly. "Can you just wash them please."
"Why does she have compression shorts?" Brittany asked curiously.
"She just does, leave it alone," he said.
"Does she like to run or something? I once knew a girl and she-"
"Leave it!" Dex snapped, startling the woman.
"Okay, I'm sorry," Brittany apologized quietly. "I'll wash them now."
Without saying another word, Brittany went back to the laundry room and continued the washing. She then went upstairs with the basket of clean clothes and sorted them out. Firstly, she went to Santana's room with her compression shorts, jeans, and t-shirt. She knocked on the door, not wanting to enter without permission.
"Come in," she heard Santana say.
Brittany opened the door and peeped her head inside. "I have your clean clothes," she said, staring at the girl who was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, reading a book.
"Thank you," Santana smiled. "You can just leave them on the chair."
Brittany walked in the room and neatly folded the clothes before placing them on the chair. She looked around what used to be the guest bedroom, Santana had already made herself at home. Weird posters were on the wall, the bedding had been changed, and the once light room looked so...dark. She couldn't say anything about it, though. That was Santana's room whether she liked it or not. Just from looking around, Brittany could tell that Santana wasn't the cleanest person. She had been living with them for less than a day and the room was already a mess. Brittany chose to keep that to herself. Santana had just moved in, of course the place wouldn't be spotless.
"How are you settling in?" Brittany asked, realizing she was awkwardly standing in the girls room without saying a word. She was just staring. She didn't want to look nosy or anything, so she started a conversation.
"It's going great," Santana said, dropping the book into her lap. "I'm really liking it here," she added.
"I'm glad," Brittany nodded. "Have you been in contact with your mom? I'm sure she's worried about you."
Santana shook her head. "She made her feelings pretty clear when she kicked me out," she said. Brittany was curious to know what exactly had happened between them, after all, the girl was living with them because of it. "I prefer being here, it's much better."
Brittany raised her eyebrows. "You prefer living here?"
"Yeah," Santana nodded. "I know that probably sounds weird, most people dream of living in New York, but I really like it here. It's better."
Curious, Brittany asked, "how is it better?"
"It just is," Santana shrugged. "When we went into town today there wasn't like thousands of people rushing past us. That's the difference between here and New York, it's quieter here, everything is much more simple."
Brittany frowned, crossing her arms. "There isn't anything here," she said. "You'll be bored of this place soon," she laughed.
Santana shook her head. "I think I'm going to like it here."
"What about school? Have you got any plans on returning to school, or are you just looking for work or something?" Brittany asked.
"I'm definitely going back to school, that's something I'm looking forward to," Santana said. "Hopefully I'll make new friends."
Brittany walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. The woman was actually enjoying their conversation. "Do you miss your friends? It must have been hard to say goodbye to them," she said.
"No, it was easy," Santana admitted. "I know we'll keep in contact, so it wasn't really goodbye."
Brittany smiled weakly, she remembered being 18, and she remembered saying exactly the same thing. Brittany was popular in school, very popular. She wasn't a cheerleader or anything, in fact, cheerleaders were nothing back then. Brittany was a rebellious student. Always in trouble, always making jokes, never taking school seriously. She was what most people wanted to be back then. She remembered all of her friends, also rebellious, and how when they went off to college, they promised to stay in touch, but they never did, it had been 10 years and she still hadn't heard from most of them.
That's the thing about friends, you think they're just like you, but they're not. While they were rebellious, they still studied like mad, they had plans for after high school, that was the difference. Brittany was foolish, she didn't have plans, she didn't think about the future, and most of all, she didn't care about education. In her mind, she would always be the rebellious teenager who everyone loved.
At least she had Tina, and Mercedes, but she actually did something with her life.
"Everyone says they'll keep in contact," Brittany said quietly. "They never really mean it. Everyone either drifts apart, or they just never look back. Sooner or later you're nothing but that friend who they once had."
"My friends are different, I know they'll always be there for me," Santana said.
"You're foolish to think that," Brittany said, making the girl frown. "Anyway, I guess it's a good thing you're going to school to make new friends."
Santana glared at Brittany. "You think I don't have anyone, don't you?"
"I'm certain you have friends, I'm just not sure how long you'll be able to refer to them as that," she replied.
Shit, am I being rude again? Just because I lost 90% of my friends, doesn't mean that Santana will lose most of hers, Brittany thought to herself.
"That's not a very nice thing to say," Santana mumbled quietly, lowering her head so she was staring at her lap.
Brittany felt guilty. She tried to make an effort with the girl, and she still somehow managed to upset her. "I'm sorry for saying that," Brittany apologized. "As you can probably tell, I'm not very good at being a step-mom," she cringed.
Santana smiled. "I can understand that this must be hard for you."
"What must be hard for me?" Brittany asked.
Santana looked around the bedroom. "Me living here," she said quietly. "It's not everyday an 18 year old girl walks into your life and all of a sudden you have this huge responsibility."
"I wouldn't say you're my responsibility," Brittany said honestly. "I'll leave that job to my husband. But yes, it definitely changes things."
"Can I ask you something?" Santana said nervously. Brittany nodded her head, gesturing for Santana to continue. "Do you- do you want me here?" She asked, swallowing.
No, Brittany thought to herself. Actually, yes. Or no? I'm not sure.
Not knowing exactly what she wanted, Brittany said, "be a good kid, stay out of trouble, and I'm sure we'll get along just fine."
Santana nodded her head, understanding that Brittany couldn't give her the answer she wanted.
"Santana told me you and her had a conversation tonight," Dex said, crawling into bed.
Brittany lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah," she mumbled. "She's actually not as bad as I thought she would be," the woman admitted.
"She's a good kid, I've been telling you that for ages. I don't know why you keep insisting she's evil," he said, sighing. "I know this is going to be hard for you, but I would really appreciate it if you started acting a little bit better."
"What the hell do you mean?" Brittany asked, sitting up.
"I just- I just want you to set a good example for her," Dex said. "Coming home drunk isn't setting a good example, you and I both know that."
"Well, you can seriously fuck off if you think I'm going to start acting like some saint just because she's living with us now," Brittany hissed. "She's 18, she knows what's right and wrong."
"Here we go," Dex moaned, rolling his eyes. "I just don't want my daughter to go to school and talk about her drunk step-mom who doesn't give a shit about anything."
"Well, I don't want her to go to school and start bragging about her step-mom who's more pure than a nun," she said.
"Oh for gods sake, you'll never have to worry about her saying that!" Dex snapped. After a few minutes of silence, he calmed down. "Can you please just be a little nicer," he begged.
"I'm not a very nice person, you've knew that since the day you met me," Brittany said. "Also, she really doesn't look like you or Anna, why is that?"
Dex sighed. "We'll talk about it in the morning," he said.
Brittany lay back down thinking about everything Dex had said. Was she really setting a bad example for the girl? She hoped she wasn't, because even though she wouldn't admit it, She was already starting to like the girl.
