Author's Note: So I got this idea from watching the San Andreas movie trailer, which came on my television the other day, and decided to write my own story related to it. With Brittana, of course.
If you enjoy this chapter, please let me know in the reviews, or by PM, so I'll know to continue.
Monday Evening, Pasadena– 7pm
Santana sighed with relief when she walked through the front door of her home. She was exhausted from a long day of work, and could barely keep her eyes open. The Latina had two rescues earlier that morning, one in Pasadena and the other in Los Angeles, along with a house fire across town. Luckily no one was severely injured, but a young woman received first degree burns from the flames. As usual it was chaos, but it was her job, and she loved it.
Santana changed out of her uniform and into a pair of grey sweatpants and a t shirt. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and grabbed her cell phone off of the dresser, pressing speed dial and bringing it to her ear.
"What the fuck..." Santana frowned when a drop of water hit her forehead. She glanced at the ceiling, and glared at the small crack above her. She sighed and made a mental note to get it fixed later.
"Mami!" Natasha said happily, and Santana smiled at the familiarity of her daughter's voice. "I was wondering when you would call, what are you doing? How was work?"
"Hey baby girl," Santana replied warmly. "I just got home actually, today was busier than I had expected it to be. I know it's kind of late, and I'm sorry for that."
"It's okay, I've been busy too actually." Natasha said softly. "Jonathan is about to take us out to dinner so I can't talk long, sorry Mami."
"Oh, that's fine, I get it." Santana smiled, attempting to hide her disappointment. Ever since Brittany had began seeing someone else, it seemed Santana began seeing their daughter less and less. "Are we still on for lunch tomorrow? Before heading to San Fransisco? You can even invite your mom if you want, it would be fun."
"I don't think we can make that." Natasha said apologetically. Santana felt her heart drop, but kept silent. "I have training for cheer until one and Mom wanted me to go to lunch with her and Jonathan. But I'm still excited for our road trip." She quickly added. "I've been looking forward to it all week."
Santana nodded and swallowed the urge to share her thoughts on Jonathan, and his impact on her family. "I'm glad, mija." Santana said softly.
"I love you, Mami." Natasha whispered. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow."
"I love you too, baby girl, so so much." Santana responded with a small smile. "I'll call you tomorrow when I'm on my way."
"Cool- oh hey, can you bring my Chemistry binder when you come tomorrow? I accidentally left it last weekend and forgot to tell you." Natasha mumbled. "It should be in my dresser, if not check under my bed."
"Sure sweetheart," Santana nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Tomorrow." Natasha repeated with a smile. "Can't wait. Bye Mami, have a good night."
"You too, baby. Tell your mother I said hi."
Santana waited for Natasha to hang up before tossing her phone on the bed, and walking to her daughter's bedroom. She rolled her eyes at the mess and moved to the dresser, attempting to avoid the clutter as she looked around the top.
Her eyes landed on a familiar picture and her body froze.
Santana stared at the picture of her, Natasha, Brittany and another small brunette from a few years ago. She remembered when and where the photograph was taken— on one of the rainy days during their San Fransisco summer trip. Santana set the picture face down and quickly grabbed the binder, before leaving the bedroom. She paused when something caught her eye as she moved through the living room.
Santana glared at the divorce papers resting on the dining room table, untouched, before grabbing a bottle of wine from the kitchen.
She was going to need it.
Tuesday morning, Los Angeles- 10am
"What do we got, Jack?" Quinn Fabray asked while staring at the monitors on the wall.
"Something rather odd, really." The British man stated, frowning at the seismograph. "The frequency of the seismic waves have increased greatly over the past two hours, which is rather unusual." He explained, although Quinn knew this already. "We have had almost four mini earthquakes since eight-thirty this morning."
Quinn raised a brow. "Which means..."
"I think you know what this means," Jack stated with bright eyes. "You're the top Caltech seismologist, not me."
Quinn rolled her eyes playfully. "You're not that far behind, Adams."
"Should we go check it out?" Jack asked with a raised brow. "To confirm our theory? Keep in mind, if we're correct, we will be the first scientists in history to possibly be able to predict earthquakes. This could be our chance, when people finally listen!" He exclaimed. "We'll be able to make it to Hoover Dam before the next hit if we leave now."
Quinn contemplated on this. Her eyes darted between the copies laying on her desk, to Jack's excited face, before nodding slowly. "Get your equipment, let's do this."
"Hey Mami," Natasha smiled and waved at her mother, who was climbing out of her car. "I love your outfit." She added.
Santana glanced down at her simple grey t-shirt and black leather jacket. "Thanks, sweetheart." She chuckled.
Natasha tugged lightly on her fishtail braid, before moving forward and wrapping her arms tightly around Santana's torso. "I missed you." The younger brunette murmured into the Latina's shoulder.
Santana sighed and pressed her face into her daughter's dark hair. "I missed you too, baby. I promise we'll start spending more time together soon, okay?"
Natasha quickly pulled away from the hug. Santana smiled when she saw her blue eyes light up. "Awesome, can we go to Venice Beach again?" She asked excitedly. "I haven't been in months."
"If that's what you want." Santana nodded as she followed Natasha into the large house. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the various expensive paintings hanging on the wall, and overbearing chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the foyer. She had always secretly hoped Brittany was as miserable as she was since the separation, but it was clear that wasn't the case.
Santana felt a familiar flutter in her stomach at the sight of Brittany chopping peppers at the kitchen island. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a loose ponytail and she had on a grey NYU hoodie. Santana's heart quickened when she realized it was hers.
"Hey Britt," Santana smiled at the blonde, who jumped at the unexpected company. Her eyes shifted between her daughter and Santana in confusion.
"Santana," Brittany's eyes widened in surprise. "I wasn't expecting you to come inside."
"Well, I haven't spoken to you in awhile and I thought I'd come say hi." Santana said softly.
"Oh," Brittany nodded. "You, um, look great." She added, then blushed.
Natasha laughed and nudged Santana's shoulder, who was blushing as well. "That's what I said! Leather makes you look super badass Mami."
"Language." Santana and Brittany said quickly.
Natasha rolled her eyes. "Lo siento." She mumbled.
"Oh, we have company." Jonathan waved politely as he walked into the kitchen, kissing Brittany's cheek as he passed.
"Santana, I've heard so much about you." Jonathan smiled. "It's so nice to finally meet you." Santana resisted the urge to laugh at the obvious lie, and instead offered a smile.
"Same." Santana replied with a faux sweetness.
"So, um, we're leaving soon." Natasha stated while leaning into Santana's side. Santana smiled and kissed her daughter's temple. "Mom, you'll meet up with us in San Fransisco on Thursday right?"
Brittany nodded. "I wouldn't miss your competition for the world, baby girl." She winked.
Natasha blushed. "I know."
They stood in an awkward silence, until Santana's phone dinged, providing a well-needed distraction. She smiled apologetically at Natasha and pulled the device out of her back pocket.
Santana read the text message, sent from one of her colleagues, and furrowed her brows.
"Mami?" Natasha frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Turn on channel five." Santana said quickly and tossed her phone back into her pocket.
Natasha nodded and quickly found the remote to the kitchen TV, flipping to channel five.
"–triggering a 7.2 earthquake within the Hoover Dam area, causing the dam to abruptly collapse. We are gathering more information from our sources on the unexpected rupture, and will keep everyone updated as often as possible. Back to you, Rick."
"I'm guessing this means our road trip is being delayed?" Natasha sighed.
Santana nodded, the guilt settling in at the noticeable disappointment on her daughter's face. "I'll come by and pick you up tomorrow, Tash." She promised. "I just, I don't trust this weather right now baby, and I will be damned if I risk your life in attempt to travel today."
"It's fine." Natasha smiled. "I understand."
Santana frowned. "Do you—"
"Hey! I have an idea," Jonathan smiled and wrapped his arm around Brittany. Santana narrowed her eyes. "How about you ride with me to San Francisco today, I'm taking my private jet for a business trip, and then we can meet up with your moms there?" He said to Natasha. "It'll give us some time to get to know each other better."
Natasha's smile faltered. "Umm..." She glanced at Santana, who rolled her eyes angrily. "I, uh, guess that's okay."
Jonathan nodded with a bright smile. "Fantastic, and Britt, we can start moving your stuff in—"
"Wait, wait, wait," Santana held her hands up and looked between Brittany and Jonathan in disbelief. "You're moving in with him?"
Brittany bit down on her bottom lip and nodded slowly. "I was going to tell you, Santana."
"I'm sure you were." Santana replied sarcastically. "I need to get going, let me grab your binder for you baby." She murmured as she walked pass Natasha.
"Mami, wait," Natasha frowned. She then turned to Brittany with a scowl. "You didn't tell her? You said you were going to."
Brittany sighed. "Baby, I promise I was going to—"
"She deserved to know." Natasha snapped, before running out of the room. Brittany groaned and rubbed her temples harshly, before kissing Jonathan on the cheek and following Santana outside.
"Here's Natasha's chemistry binder." Santana tossed the binder in Brittany's hands and avoided her eyes. "Have a good day." She mumbled and moved to get in her car, but was stopped by something tugging her shirt.
"Wait, Santana, let's talk." Brittany pleaded. She tightened her hand around Santana's wrist and gently pulled her towards her.
"I thought we didn't do that anymore." Santana snapped. "Especially since you're moving in with your super rich boy toy now." She added lowly.
Brittany rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Are we doing this?"
"You know what? Maybe this is good for us. Maybe this is what I needed to move past this and start dating myself." Santana laughed bitterly. "Maybe I'll be able to find a girlfriend who I don't have to worry about straying for penis."
"Go to hell, Santana." Brittany snapped angrily.
Santana nodded slowly and took a step backwards. "I think I'll get home to sign those papers for you, Brittany." She said quietly.
Brittany opened her mouth to respond, but Santana was driving away before she had the chance to apologize.
