Lima, Ohio. September 2036.
"But, Mami, that's not fair. I didn't even do anything yet."
"Exactly. Yet. I don't want to hear it, Lola. I said you're grounded, so you're grounded."
This had been going on for a while now. The beautiful seventeen year old blonde had yelled and protested to the point of tears brimming in her eyes. Usually, that was enough for Santana to cave, but not this time.
"When did you start being such a bitch?" Lola asked, her voice raising on the last word. She regretted it right after, once she saw the death glare shot in her direction.
On the outside, Lola was every bit Brittany. She was beautiful, blonde, had that same angelic face, those same piercing blue eyes. Her personality, though, was completely Santana. The two could yell and scream at each other for hours on end, and neither would back down. Usually, Brittany would have to come break up their screaming wars. This time was no exception.
"What's going on this time, you two?" Brittany asked, an exhausted sigh huffing from her lips as she entered the living room. She'd been hanging out upstairs, trying to teach their eighteen year old a complicated dance routine she'd learned way back when. The yelling coming from the living room had stopped her, though.
"She's trying to ground me! I'm seventeen years old, she can't do that." Lola yelled, once more trying to force tears out of her stunning blue eyes. It never seemed to work on Brittany, though. And, today it wasn't working on Santana either.
Arching an eyebrow, Brittany walked towards the riled up younger blonde, wiping away one of her fallen tears. "What did you do?" She asked. As Lola opened her mouth to tell her side of the story, Santana quickly interjected, shaking her head.
"She's going to hurt somebody," The Latina spoke somewhat calmly. Eerily calmly, in fact.
"What?" Brittany frowned, her nose wrinkling up in both disappointment and confusion.
Lola rolled her eyes, that same way Santana always did. Even though Brittany was biologically Lola's Mother, Santana had been there since day one. When they'd reached the point of wanting a family of their own, Brittany and Santana had used a number of different anonymous donors, and had been blessed with three beautiful babies in the end. Each had been wanted and loved right from the start by both of their Mothers, and each had picked up traits from both. "Please. I wasn't going to hurt anybody, she's taking this whole thing way out of context." Lola protested, a sigh leaving her perfectly painted lips.
"Wouldn't surprise me," Valerie, their eldest daughter commented upon arrival in the living room. Lola just glared at her older sister, a glare that, if looks could kill, would've surely had Valerie in a heap on the floor by now.
"Silencio," Santana yelled, pointing towards the door for Valerie to leave. The young Latina simply shook her head, walking over to the couch and taking a seat. "Nope, wanna see this."
Deciding there was no point in arguing with both of her daughters right now, Santana soon gave in, waving a hand in Valerie's direction, as if to say she'd given up, then turned her attention back to Lola.
"How were you going to hurt somebody?" Brittany asked, concern taking over her eyes. Santana had dreaded that. She didn't want Brittany to be informed of any of this, because she knew it would only hurt her. Ultimately, this could even destroy their relationship. There was a much deeper reason for Santana's disapproval of her youngest daughter's plans.
"Lola," Brittany pressed, urging her daughter to respond. Finally, Lola sighed, running her fingers through her shiny blonde locks. "Every year, the Seniors do this thing, this bet. It's not a big deal. They just try to get some new underclassmen to act as their slaves. You know how I'm dating Brian, right?" At that point, Santana winced, but stayed quiet to let her daughter continue. If she faltered on any details, Santana would be sure to pipe up. "Anyways, so Brian's doing it this year, and I said I'd help him out. It's no big deal," the blonde shrugged, "All I was going to do was lure this freshy to him. I wasn't going to hurt her."
Santana scoffed, her eyes rolling just the way Lola's had only moments ago. But, Brittany spoke before Santana had the chance. "I don't think that sounds like anything too terrible," the blonde shrugged. Santana's eyebrows shot up.
"Are you kidding me?" The Latina scoffed, her arms folding across her chest. "Brittany, do you not realize that this poor kid is gonna end up humiliated? And what about Lola? Maybe Brian will like spending time with his new slave. Maybe he'll decide she's better than our daughter."
Lola chimed in again at that point. "Please. Brian would never do that to me. He loves me," she stated, her lips easing in to a satisfied smile. Valerie, still sitting on the couch watching the scene, rolled her eyes. Lola just ignored her. "Besides, he'd never fall for a boring freshy."
"She's got a point, San," Brittany spoke up again. Santana shook her head fiercely. "No, she doesn't. It's completely possible for him to fall for this kid."
"No, it's not," Lola protested. Santana then interjected once more. "It is."
Lola, growing angry again by this point, turned to her Mami, "And how would you know? You don't know him, you don't know anything about this Freshman. You don't know anything."
Santana shook her head, her own tone seeming slightly calmer by now. "No, that's where you're wrong. I do."
"How?" Valerie piped up. Santana turned around, forgetting for a moment that her daughter had been sitting there this entire time. Valerie was usually the voice of reason, she liked to understand things so she could help out somehow. Of course she was going to question Santana's statement. Santana immediately regretted even saying it.
With a sigh, the older Latina thought for a moment, wondering if now maybe was the right time to tell her story. She and Brittany's daughters were old enough to hear it, she guessed. Their son, being only two years old, was upstairs napping. But, could Santana actually bring herself to admit all of this in front of Brittany? This was something she'd kept from the blonde all of these years. She never wanted her to find out. Santana knew there was a possibility this could destroy their relationship. If Santana didn't have her wife and their three children, she didn't have anything anymore.
"Mami?" Valerie broke in to her thoughts, urging her to continue. "How do you know?"
Walking over to the couch, Santana took a seat beside her eldest daughter. Brittany and Lola watched on with the same confused expression, but Valerie looked at her Mother, intrigued. One more sigh left Santana's plump lips.
"I never told you how I met your Mom, did I?"
Author's Note: I posted this opening chapter a while ago, then decided not to continue with the story. I've found my muse again now, though, and have already written the next chapter! Please note that the general content of this is not a future story, and will be set back in Santana and Brittany's college years. Feedback would be much appreciated, and the second chapter will follow shortly if enough interest is shown.