Brittany stared at the three plane tickets she had bought earlier that day. She just brought the two-way tickets to the Caribbean, not for any sick-ass vacation for the summer but for something, something much more important. Something that she had exhausted her five-month savings and earnings from the dance school was worth.
She knew it was going to be worth it, along with the help of Quinn, Kurt and her Mom.
She grabbed the tickets from her desk and rushed to pick Brooklyn up from school. Summer was around the corner and the temperature was getting warmer by the minute. She quickly spotted the lanky blonde who was strutting across the playground once the blonde kid had also spotted her.
"Hi, Mom!" Brooklyn teetered as Brittany took the knapsack bag off the toddler's shoulders. They started walking to the exit of the building while Brooklyn was yelling good-bye to her teacher.
"Bye, Mrs. Ray!" the child screamed at the black woman who was looking at them with a peaceful smile etched on her face. Brooklyn was one of her favorite kids in her day care class, because the child was epically smart and also excellent at dancing and music.
Brooklyn's smiling face disappeared into the curb.
"What do you want to eat for dinner tonight?" Brittany asked as she and Brooklyn walked the block home.
"Enchiladas!" Brooklyn smiled with that thousand-watt smile of hers.
"You are becoming more and more Spanish by the día, baby," Brittany smiled. Not that she would complain though.
They entered their building and went up to their flat. Quickly, the blonde woman set herself to work on dinner after changing from her work clothes. The clock on the wall tells her that it's five twenty, and Santana would be home pretty soon.
She roasted the chicken and quickly moved on to prepare some greens for her and her fiancé. True enough, as she was setting the table some twenty minutes later and waiting for the baked cheese lasagna to cook, she could hear the front door open and Brooklyn scurrying into the front door.
"Mama!" her toddler was certainly clinging to her Mama's legs by now, even without her looking, Brittany knew it. However, a nervous treble coursed through her as she stared at the top of the fridge, where the three plane tickets were sitting on.
"Hey, babe," Santana aired through the kitchen and gave her a peck on the cheek. Her eyes then fell to the perfectly cooked enchiladas on the table. "I'm hungry."
"Obviously," Brittany chortled. "Wait for the lasagna to cook," she added.
After plunking the two plates in front of her and Santana, and then Brooklyn's share of enchiladas, the three of them started to eat. Brittany's eyes were shifting nervously from the food as Santana was spoon-feeding the toddler who was sitting beside her.
"Babe," Brittany breathed out.
"Yeah?" Santana smiled. Brooklyn had taken hold of Santana's spoon and was currently feeding herself. Her work clothes were smeared with the cheese and tomato sauce, but the Latina just ignored her daughter.
"I was thinking…" Brittany smiled. "Can we talk for a little while?"
"Yeah, sure…is something up?" Santana's smile faltered.
"Nah, well, something, but…it's more of like there's something I would like to discuss with you," Brittany shrugged as she started to stack her already-emptied plate and carried it to the sink.
"Brook, come on, let's wash you up," Brittany smiled and turned to Santana. "You should relax tonight. I'll do the dishes."
Santana let out a whine as she stared at her fiancé. "But, Britt, I mean, you're washing Brook, it's only right that I do the dishes."
"No, baby…let me do my thing, okay?"
Santana nodded, because her feet freaking hurt like a bitch and it just sucks. She huffed softly and moved to the den, giving Brittany a thank you kiss in the process.
An hour after and Santana was almost falling off the couch as Brooklyn quickly popped up another DVD of Dora the Explorer. Lithe hands quickly took hold of Santana's feet and started massaging them.
Santana gave out a moan as Brittany started kneading the Latina's ankles.
"Britt," Santana smiled as she opened her eyes, and her sight was met by the most beautiful creature ever, Brittany Pierce, staring emptily into the TV screen where the child was so immersed in her task, occasionally answering in Spanish as Dora yells for a response.
"Okay, what is it you want to talk about, babe," Santana smirked. She knew that Brittany has something in her mind.
"Well, I was wondering if you could take a leave from work…" Brittany said and looked at her fiancé.
"Leave from work?" Santana drawled.
"I mean, you've been working so hard, and I kind of thought that you, me, and Brook could use a few weeks' vacation this summer," Brittany said softly.
"You sure about that? I mean I don't know…I want to, but you've got the dance school and…" Santana rambled on, but Brittany cut her off with a kiss.
"Please?" Brittany pleaded into the kiss.
"Uhh…" Santana said, her mind racketing off into the sky as sparks started to light up underneath her eyelids.
"Is that a yes?" Brittany ran a hand along Santana's thigh.
"Ummph!" Santana growled as she writhed underneath the blonde's touch, then she moved to reel her head towards Brooklyn. "Brooklyn, bedtime!"
"But Mama," the child pouted. "Dora isn't over yet."
Brittany snickered behind Santana, clearly amused at how horny Santana was getting, and it was clearly inappropriate given the situation that Brooklyn was in the same room with them. She could only muster an innocent-but-not-that-innocent-and-more-like-naugh ty as the brunette looked at her.
Santana cocked her head sideways and Brittany took her time to retrieve the tickets from the fridge's top. She then carried them back to the brunette.
"Puerto Rico?" Santana quirked a brow. "Seriously, Pierce?"
"I know your family came from there and it's a beautiful place," she mumbled.
"But it must have cost you an arm and a leg," Santana retorted.
"That's why you can't waste that ticket," Brittany grinned.
"Alright, we're going," Santana smiled and snaked her arm around the blonde's waist. "I'll just give a call to Papi and talk to him tomorrow, you down with it?"
"Pretty much, yeah," Brittany ginned. "But, right now…" she scraped her nails across the other woman's thighs. " Bedroom, now?"
Santana could feel the smirk on Brittany's voice, and she doesn't have to turn her head to see the lustful eyes of the blonde beside her. She could feel the cushion dip down as the blonde shuffled beside her, and intentionally blowing a soft breath just damn too near Santana's earlobe.
The Latina tensed up again as if a rattlesnake had just been set in front of her.
"Brook, time for bed," Brittany said simply, tugging at the blonde kid's shoulders. "Come on, now, time for bed."
"But, Mommy…" Brooklyn whined. "I wanna watch Dora still."
Brittany's forehead scrunched. "I'll tell you a bedtime story."
"But it's not your night tonight," Brooklyn let out another cry-whine. She was just looking for ways to stick a few more minutes in front of the TV.
"Mama is tired," Brittany smiled. "Please, it's almost past your bedtime."
The truth is, it is still ten minutes after eight, and it's exactly twenty minutes before Brooklyn's bedtime.
"Come on, now," Brittany smiled and hitched the four-year old on her hip. "Let's go to your bedroom now."
She carried Brooklyn out of the room, leaving with her hips swaying so that it can purposely catch the Latina's gaze, who sat on the couch with lust in her eyes. Finally, turning around with a playful smirk on her face, Brittany mouthed a silent "bedroom" and then chewed on her bottom lip.
As soon as her fiancé and Brooklyn had left, Santana scrambled to their bedroom.
Thirty minutes later, Brittany came into the dimly lit master en suite and looked at the brunette who was lying on their bed, the duvet wrapped around her. Santana's back was faced away from the door, so when Brittany came in, all the blonde could see was the tuff of raven-colored hair that was squashed underneath the sheets.
Cautiously, she strutted towards the Latina.
She knew that Santana was drifting to sleep, judging from her shallow breaths. Quietly, Brittany crawled, and doubled over, until her face is hovering over the brunette's. Softly, she blew the bangs that covered Santana's forehead.
"Hey, beautiful," Brittany smiled, watching the dark orbs swirl like black holes in their nightlight.
"Hi," Santana gazed up at the blonde, and then she smiled.
"You're sleepy?" Brittany grinned with a dopey smile. "I thought you had more game than sleeping horny."
An alarm shot through Santana's system. How many women wanted that kind of stimulation? She found her throat running a little bit dry and her senses acute. "I…I kinda fell asleep, waiting for you."
Brittany clicked her tongue softly. "Oh, Sanny," she further chewed on her bottom lip. "Seriously, you were waiting for me?"
Santana could only nod as the blonde trailed wet kisses on her neck and was scarping with her fingers along her pajama-covered thighs.
Santana's hand seemed to have a mind of its own and was invading the space below Brittany's waistband. Her hands dared to go a bit lower, now that Brittany was completely on top of her. Brittany's palms were on the Latina's chest.
"Take…them off…" Brittany husked as she tugged at the brunette's shirt, to which Santana complied.
"So perfect…" Brittany smiled lustily as she toyed with her fiancé's bra-clad breasts.
"Mama!" Brooklyn barged into the room, her big teddy bear tucked under her armpits, causing Santana to abruptly sit up the bed and in turn, Brittany fell from the bed onto the floor.
"Ooomph!" Brittany landed on her butt. "What the-"
"Jesus Christ…what the heck?!" Santana said as she scrambled and flung the duvet across her chest.
"Mama, I wants to sleep here!" Brooklyn declared from her post just at the foot of the bed.
"But, Brook, we've talked about this already, you can't go barging in someone's rooms? Especially someone's parents," Brittany sighed.
"But Mommy, I'm scared…and I wanna hear Mama's story," Brooklyn's blue eyes caught the light from the nightstand, and it made her eyes turn into a shade of grayish-lavender.
"Alright," Santana said, propping her elbows on the pillows and beckoned the child to come to her side. "Come over here, munchkin."
Brittany's head snapped into her fiancé's direction and saw that Santana was already clothed in her shirt. She breathed a sigh of relief as she watched her four-year old daughter climb over their bed and snuggle into Santana's arms.
"Tell me a story, Mama…"
"What story do you want to hear?" Santana smiled as she looked down the smaller replica of Brittany.
"Rapunzel!" the toddler smiled.
"But, baby…we've had Rapunzel last night, and the night before that," Brittany groaned. "Don't you get tired of too much Rapunzel?"
Brittany definitely has had too many Rapunzel requests from the child. And now she's super horny and she can't imagine how her sexy time had turned into a Rapunzel story time.
"Okay, then Rapunzel it is…" Santana grinned at Brittany's scowling face. "But, tonight, I'll tell you the story of another Rapunzel."
"How many Rapunzels is there, Mama?" Brooklyn's nose scrunches up, just like how Brittany would scrunch it when she's confused. Santana can't help it, but Brooklyn looked so cute that she bent down and kissed the toddler's news.
"There are a lot of Rapunzels around, sweetheart. But for tonight, I will tell you of a Rapunzel I know," Santana gave out a watery smile and looked affectionately at Brittany. "She wasn't trapped in a tower, but then she was so scared so she made herself a tower with tall walls and without doors, and just a window at the topmost and she just locked herself in there."
Brittany's eyes grew teary and they seemed to catch the light, turning into a lavender hue.
"Really Mama, what is she so scared of?" the toddler broke Santana from the staring contest she had with Brittany. She could feel the blonde's hand on her own and she squeezed it.
"The people in the village were not like her. She was scared that they would hate her for being different," Santana said in an even tone.
"But Mama, you and Mommy saids it's okay to be different," Santana could hear and see the toddler's Brittany-like pout.
"Well, but…"
"So what happened to the girl in the tower? Did she find her prince charming?" Brittany blurted out, because she was also secretly listening to her fiancé's storytelling.
Brooklyn and Santana looked up to the blonde. "What? I just wants my Rapunzel story on," Brittany huffed defensively.
"And here I thought we had one too many Rapunzels, don't you think the same too, Brooklyn Louise?" Santana snickered. However, she just ignored her fiancé's huffing as the wide set of cute blue eyes were imploringly looking up at her.
"Alright," Santana looked down on the toddler. "Tell you what, Brook," she smiled. "The girl in the tower did find her Princess."
"Princess?" Brooklyn grinned. "How?"
Santana smiled, and then she spoke as she stared at Brittany, her gaze long and affectionate. "The princess was riding through the forest one afternoon. She saw the tower and she looked up, and saw the girl. She thought the girl was beautiful."
"Was the girl actually beautiful?" Brittany said with a bemused interest, her right hand propping her chin as she lay on her stomach.
"Was the girl beautiful, Mama?" Brooklyn echoed her Mommy's question.
Two sets of sapphire-colored eyes looked up expectantly at the Latina. Santana only shrugged.
"She's totally hot, and beautiful and gorgeous…" Santana cocked her head sideways.
Brittany could only let out a sound that is between a snort and a giggle. She totally knew it would be a typical Santana Lopez answer. The Latina shot her a warning look.
"Well, the princess looked up and saw the girl…and she decided to climb up the tower," Santana smiled. "She decided to climb through the tall walls and through the thorns and ugly plants," Santana said. "The princess never saw them, because she only saw the awesomeness that was the girl. On the climb way up the tower, the princess got hurt so much. When she showed up at the window, the girl took care of her."
"Did they get out of the tower?" Brooklyn asked.
"Yup, they did," Santana pinched the toddler's nose bridge. "The girl was too scared to jump, but she jumped anyways, because she loved the princess so much. You see, Brooklyn, there are things you've got to do for the people you love, you know," Santana looked at Brittany with a meaningful smile.
The blonde's proud smile was put on full display.
"I'll remember that, Mama," Brooklyn grinned. "But what happened to them? Did they go to the princess's kingdom like every Rapunzel story?"
"Well, they did, but they had to go through this dark, dark, dangerous forest…" Santana said. "It was so, so scary. And the girl lost herself out there, and she was unable to help out the princess."
"But why, Mama?"
"She ran away…she left everything behind her. The girl was scared of the dark. And the forest was dark, you know…" Santana trailed off. "The princess was lost, too. She found herself lost in a dark forest, and she stumbled upon a boulder…the rock scratched her forever, but underneath it, she found her treasure…after a few times, they found each other again at the edge of the forest…and they instantly knew that they were meant to be together…so they stayed that way, along with their little treasure…"
Santana looked at Brooklyn, who was sleeping soundly with her little blonde head on Santana's stomach. Brittany was curled up around her arm and was drifting off to sleep, too.
"Goodnight, Brooklyn. I love you," Santana kissed the tuff of blonde hair that smelled like vanilla.
"G'night, babe," Santana brushed her lips against her fiancé's. And then she gave a soft kiss on Brittany's hair.
Right. It smelled like her shampoo, still.