The story picks up where Hollywood Living left off, just a month later.
"Now let's welcome the two first ladies of entertainment, Santana and Brittany Lopez Pierce!" Talk show host, Ellen, exclaimed as she stood up and clapped excitedly as the pair walked out, holding hands.
Santana, now at 49 years old, was dressed in a tight pair of dark denim jeans, a white sleeveless sheer blouse, exposing her black lace bra, and a pair of bright red patent leather Louboutin heels. She had on more diamonds that anyone could imagine on her neck, wrists, and of course the huge wedding ring on her left hand. She had her hair pinned up, a little layer of make up adorned her facial, and her full lips were painted with red lipstick. She squeezed Brittany's hand and smiled lovingly at her wife, who glanced at her and smiled brightly back.
Brittany, wore a pair of small jean shorts, exposing her long muscular legs, a white collared shit button shirt, which she left open to the top of her breasts, that with the help of her new push bra, made them peak through the shirt and wave at the crowd, she had a bright pink silk tie loosely around her neck, and topped her outfit off with a pair of yellow stiletto heels. Hair long blonde hair was in soft curls cascading down her back; she opted for only wearing a wrist watch, a diamond necklace from Santana, a past Christmas gift, and a her wedding ring.
The pair waved to the crowd and smiled as they made their way across the stage to where Ellen was standing with open arms waiting to greet the pair. After hugs, kisses on the cheeks, and pleasantries, the two were seated on a love seat, ready to start the interview.
"Don't they look great everyone?" Ellen asked the audience, that once again erupted in applause. Brittany blushed, while Santana, who knew she still looked amazing, nodding proudly with a smirk. She rested her hand on Brittany's thigh and patted softly, before turning her hand upside down so Brittany could rest her palm there.
"Thank you." Brittany smiled when the crowd finally calmed down.
"So you two have been hiding from the media." Ellen laughed. "I'm surprised you even accepted my request for an interview…wait, which one of you needs to promote something?" She teased.
Santana laughed. "We always have something to promote, we're always working on something; but this visit was just to let our fans know we are still around and still care."
"And to promote a few things." Brittany laughed while glancing at Santana, who nodded and smiled. "Maybe."
"You two have to be busy, I can't even get a phone call back." Ellen laughed.
"Oh stop it, we just had lunch last week." Santana told her with a smile. "Ellen showed up at our house with a case of champagne, a case." She told the audience.
"We only went through a bottle." Ellen shrugged casually.
"More like three bottles." Brittany laughed.
"Well, we can blame Mercedes for the third bottle." Ellen suggested. "Sounds fair right?"
Brittany and Santana nodded in agreement. "Fair for us." She replied at the same time before laughing.
"So, let's get to it." Ellen said as she took a sip of her coffee. "It's been five years since your last album, The Living Truth, Santana, are you done with the music industry?"
Santana shook her head. "Music will always be a love of mine, probably my first love career wise, but we had a crazy ten years of life, with my anxiety issues, Brittany getting sick, we have four kids, who demand our love and attention, which we happily give them. We just decided to take a step back in our careers and focus on what's really in important to us, and that's our family." She smiled as Brittany ran her thumb over her knuckles. "I haven't forgotten about music, maybe I'll put another album, but for right now, it's just not high on my priority list."
"You've been doing more and more acting." Ellen started. "The Amy Winehouse biopic really put you on the map as far as acting goes, I mean you got an Oscar nomination."
Brittany looked proudly at her wife as Santana blushed. "Getting an Oscar nod was the greatest moment of my career, that means you've really made it as an actor or director, or what your field is in. I still remember the day I got the call, I'm sure my neighbors still hate us for all the screaming and parties we threw to celebrate."
"Brittany, you have an Oscar for choreographing parts of the Amy Winehouse movie, as well as for your work with the Michael Jackson documentary that came out a few years ago. Did that cause any tension in your house?" Ellen asked with a smile.
"No, I don't think so." Brittany replied while raising her eyebrow to Santana, who shook her head at her. "It was both of our first Oscar nominations, and while I thought Santana did an amazing job portraying Amy, it only enhances the work I put into the movie; she's the reason I won, so I always tell her the award belongs to both of us."
Santana nodded. "I was so proud of Brittany, I mean who wouldn't be proud of their wife winning two Oscars?" She asked the audience as she let Brittany's hand go and stood up clapping. "This is entertainment greatness." She told the audience proudly. Brittany blushed and shook her head while waving her arms to the audience to calm down, when Santana sat down, she quickly pecked her on the lips.
"Brittany, you're an EGOT now, correct?" Ellen asked.
Brittany nodded. "Yes, I've won an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and Tony award."
"You do realize how hard it is to win all four in a lifetime, right?" Ellen laughed. "You say it so nonchalantly."
"It's humbling." Brittany smiled. "I've been dancing since I was a little girl, I never thought in a million years that my life would blow up like this. I'm lucky enough to have a career where I can do something I absolutely love every single day, with people I love as well."
"Well, you two throw a hell of an after party, Portia and I really enjoyed ourselves." Ellen smiled. "So, you two mentioned cutting back for your kids, how are the four Lopez Pierce kids?"
"Amazing." They replied in unison.
"Noah, now at 25 works for Z Records as a producer, he still writes for a ton of artist, and he handles his younger siblings careers." Santana explained. "He's married, and they have two beautiful children." She added as a picture of Noah, Madison, and their two kids, Nicholas and Peyton, from a PEOPLE Magazine photo shoot came on the prompter.
"So you two are grandmothers." Ellen asked.
Brittany nodded. "I started to get baby fever again, being around my nieces and nephews, but my grandbabies definitely cure that." She beamed. "Then we have Ashton, who is now 19, and studying premed at UCLA."
"He got a four year full scholarship." Santana added full of pride.
"That was in headlines for a bit of controversy, right?" Ellen asked.
Brittany nodded. "Because of our financial status, we received a number of letters, tweets, and articles saying that Ashton should defer his scholarship to a less fortunate student that needed it more."
"Which is crap." Santana chimed in. "Grey earned that scholarship himself, he deserves every dollar the school wants to throw at him, we have nothing to do with that. He can't help who his parents are."
"I remember the media frenzy surrounding it." Ellen recalled as a picture of Ashton appeared on the screen. "Look at those eyes ladies." Ellen swooned.
"It was crap." Santana snapped, Brittany grabbed her hand again and rubbed her thumb over her knuckles. The Latina noticed the action and relaxed. "Carter is 17 now, he does some modeling and has had a few small acting roles, but his main focus is basketball."
"And girls." Brittany laughed.
Santana rolled her eyes. "And girls." She huffed. "He'll be a senior in high school this fall."
"And the princesss?" Ellen laughed as a picture of Brittany and Mackenzie from a photoshoot appeared on the screen.
"The princess of the house, Mackenzie, is thirteen years old." Santana smiled while looking at the picture of her wife and daughter. "She is still modeling and is set to start high school this fall."
"You two do have your hands full." Ellen laughed. "So what's next on tap for you two?"
"You'll see." Santana nodded with a smirk.
2 weeks later
Santana was down in her office going over paperwork for the Lupus Run/Walk that Brittany hosted yearly. This was the fifth year anniversary so the blonde wanted to go all out and try to raise as much money for the Lupus Foundation of America as possible. Mercedes was performing a mini concert of her hit songs after the race and they hired caterers to provide a huge cook out for all the participants and their families as well, all for the low price of thirty five dollars to enter, with one hundred percent of the proceeds going to the foundation, Brittany and Santana also pledged to match whatever money they raised and donate that as well.
She frowned at the email with the tshirt design and picked up her office phone right away. "Emily, this isn't the design that Brittany requested, call the printer tell them to pull up the damn email I sent over with the sketch and get it right. If they give you hell, let me know and I'll call them myself. " She listened to Emily's reply and typed a reply to one of the many emails in her inbox. "Brit wants grey shirts with purple writing, that's correct."
Nicholas, her three year old grandson, came running in the office with his basketball in his hand. Santana winked at him and put her finger over her lips, asking him to be quiet since she was on the phone. He nodded quickly and set his ball on the couch and took his sneakers off before climbing up to sit down. Santana reached in the candy dish on the her desk and grabbed a red Life Saver and extended her arm to him, smiling when his eyes lit up and he jumped off the couch and ran to grab it from her. After struggling to get it open, Santana tapped his shoulder and held her hand out. He shook his head and continued to try to open it himself, struggling and getting more and more frustrated.
"Ok, Emily, call me later when you hear back from them." Santana sighed before hanging up the phone.
"Let me help you, Nicholas." Santana said while grabbing the Life Saver and unwrapping it for him.
"I had it, Lita, almost." He frowned.
"Well, I wanted to help you, honey, that's all." She said carefully, knowing how independent the little boy wanted to be. She went back to reply to her email as he leaned on her thigh and looked up at the screen, clicking the candy around his teeth loudly.
"BB said we can make cake today." He said suddenly.
Santana stifled a laugh and glanced down at him after sending her email off. "BB said that huh?" He nodded confidently. "When did BB say we could make a cake?"
"Ummm, before." He replied.
"Hmmmm." Santana said while tapping her chin. "I thought BB was still in Arizona, did the phone ring and I missed it?"
Nicholas shook his head. "Me and BB talk even though she's not here." He explained. "Like you and BB do."
Santana laughed. "I forgot about the special super powers you and BB have." She closed her laptop and picked him up to leave her office. "Why don't we wait until BB comes back home and we can make a cake with her if she isn't too tired."
Nicholas yawned and nodded as he laid his head on his grandmother's shoulder and hugged her around the neck. Santana glanced at him and knew it was nap time, since Nicholas wasn't one to cuddle, he would much rather run and play until he passed out somewhere random around the house. Noah always had a new story for them on where he found his son fast asleep, that would sometimes concern Santana but make Brittany fall over in laughter.
Noah and Madison married one year after graduating from college in a wedding most people dream of. Santana and Brittany with the help of Madison's parents gave the couple what People Magazine dubbed as the wedding of the decade. Shortly after they gave birth to Nicholas, and Peyton, who was two years old, followed shortly after. Madison currently works as an international investment banker, and traveled a fair amount, but made sure her husband and kids always came first, taking them overseas with her as much as she could, the two had a house built in LA, relatively close to the Lopez-Pierce family house in Beverly Hills.
"Where's your sister?" Santana asked as she walked up to the room they decorated for their grandchildren.
"Her with Uncle Grey." He mumbled sleepily.
"Well, I think it's nap time." She told him as she laid him in the bed. "Spit the candy out, and I'll give you another piece when you wake up." Nicholas nodded and took a few more long sucks on his candy and spit it out in his grandmother's hand. Santana closed the door behind her and made her way back downstairs when she heard loud music coming from Carter's room. She poked her head in and waved her hands to get his attention. "Nicholas is napping, turn it off of lets irritate the whole damn world so you aren't deaf by your eighteenth birthday." She told him when he paused the stereo.
"It's not that loud." Carter laughed, Santana raised her eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine, I'll turn it down your highness." He said in an English accent while bowing to her.
Santana couldn't help but laugh. "Stop playing with me, mijo."
He laughed and winked at her. "Need help with dinner tonight?"
Santana froze. "You're offering to do more than just eat?"
"I need to learn how to cook, so when I move out I don't always come back here for dinner." He smiled. "And so I can win over the ladies."
"You can always come home for dinner." She smiled. "Sure you can help me tonight."
Santana made her way back downstairs to do some more work, now that her little ball of energy was down for at least at hour, when she heard arguing coming from the family room.
"Mackenzie, I said no. That's the answer, live with it." Brittany snapped.
"That's so not fair and you know it!" Mackenzie countered back. "I'm not a baby, I have over $20,000 just in my freakin checking account!"
"Mackenzie Ashely, do not test me, I'm not in the mood today." Brittany replied while glaring at her daughter.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Santana asked. "Why are you yelling at your mother?" She then asked while narrowing her eyes at her thirteen year old daughter, who was now a splitting image of Brittany, long blonde hair, and all legs.
"She's so unbelievable, I want to go live with Grammy." Mackenzie huffed while storming out of the living room and running upstairs.
"Whatever." Brittany sighed as tears welled in her eyes.
"Hey, don't cry, Brit." Santana said quickly while walking over to her wife and hugging her immediately.
"I need to use the restroom." Brittany said softly before kissing Santana on the cheek and running out of the room herself.
Santana turned to Noah, who was sitting on the couch. "What the hell was that?"
Noah groaned and leaned his head back. "They argued the entire trip, the whole five days momma." He complained. "Over everything from what kind of makeup Mackenzie could wear in the shoot, to what dress what appropriate, to..."
"She's been raising her voice at Brittany like that the entire time?" Santana asked angrily.
Noah nodded. "Yep, and now I'm going to talk to her about it before I leave; we have dinner with one of Madison's colleagues tonight."
"I need to check on B." Santana replied while nodding and hugging her son before going to the guest bathroom, off the kitchen. She knocked lightly on the door. "It's me, baby." Santana said softly while walking in and kneeling in front of Brittany, who was sitting on the toilet seat, her head in her hands. "You know you can't get stressed or hyped up about anything." She told her while grabbing a tissue out of the box and handing it to her wife.
"She hates me." Brittany sniffled.
"Mackenzie does not hate you." Santana told her while rubbing her thighs. "We have a teenage Snixx."
"Oh God." Brittany groaned.
Santana sighed and grabbed Brittany's hand to move them from her face. "She's a teenager, if she doesn't hate us at least once a week, we aren't being good parents." Santana laughed. "Come on baby, remember what I was like as a teenage, a little rough around the edges, Mackenzie is just going through the teenage blues."
"The boys were so much easier." Brittany sighed as Santana wiped her eyes with her thumbs.
"Yeah they were, but if can make it through Carter being thirteen and becoming a stunt man for the neighborhood kids, then we can make it through this." Santana smiled.
"Only our kid would break both wrists at the same time." Brittany rolled her eyes.
Santana laughed. "So do I need to ask how the trip was?"
"No, I don't want to talk about it right now, can we talk about it later in bed?" Brittany asked.
"Of course." Santana nodded before kissing Brittany and standing up. She wet a paper towel and dabbed her wife's eyes for her before kissing each eye lid. "Come on, I'll help you unpack."
"Mackenzie!" Noah called after his sister as she slammed the door to her bedroom, he quickly opened the door and saw Peyton sitting in the bed, coloring with Ashton.
"Get out of my room Grey!" Mackenzie screamed.
"Gladly." He replied while standing up and fist bumping Noah on his way outta the room. "Good to see you bro."
"Take Peyton with you." Noah said quickly as he leaned down and kissed his daughter on the cheek.
"I missed you daddy." Peyton said softly as she quickly jumped off the bed and hugged him tightly.
Noah bent down and picked up his daughter and hugged her back just as tightly. "I missed you too, baby girl. Go get your backpack so we can go see mommy at home."
Peyton nodded and ran out of the room when Noah set her back down.
"Leave me alone, Noah." Mackenzie stated while sitting on her bed.
"What's with you lately?" Noah asked while sitting on the bed next to her. "You know you can't keep upsetting momma."
Mackenzie rolled her eyes and laid on her bed, picking up an issue of Vogue from the bed side table and began to thumb through it.
Noah sighed and stood up. "You know part of being an adult isn't yelling out how much money you have." He stared at her, as she continued to stare at her magazine, before finally leaving the room.
11pm
Santana was in a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, while she kneeled on the bed and stretched Brittany's legs. "You're really tight, B, did you do your leg exercises while you were gone?" She asked while reaching for the bottle of massage oil.
"I skipped working out the last few days." Brittany admitted quietly.
"Come on, baby, you know you have to keep stretching." Santana told her gently while beginning to massage her wife's knee.
"It's honestly not too bad right now." Brittany replied truthfully.
"I know but still." Santana nodded. "Session tomorrow with Hannah, please?"
"After our session right now." Brittany smiled as she leaned up and cupped Santana's face to face her. "I missed you so much." She pouted to Santana.
Santana blushed and carefully set Brittany's leg down as she crawled on her wife and laid flush on her. "I missed you too, B." She replied before molding their lips together, she felt Brittany's hands trail under her tank top and begin to rub her back, causing her to moan into her mouth. "I want and need you." Santana mumbled against her lips when the kiss momentarily broke. "You were on your period before you left, and I couldn't do what I wanted."
Brittany nodded and opened her legs so Santana could settle in between them. She began to lift Santana's tank top over her head when there was a knock on the door. "We're having sex! Come back in the morning." Santana yelled before reattaching her lips to Brittany's neck."
"Santana!" Brittany shrieked as she softly hit her on the arm.
Santana rolled her eyes and put her shirt back on and began to stretch Brittany's knee again. "Come in." She yelled.
Mackenzie opened the door and walked in slowly causing Brittany to sigh and close her eyes. "Mackenzie, the answer is still no."
"I know." Mackenzie nodded while walking closer to her mothers. Santana chose to remain quiet and continued to massage Brittany's knee, after dinner she had a conversation with Mackenzie on the way she was speaking to Brittany, and how she didn't like it, and wouldn't tolerate it, Santana also threatened to shut down her whole modeling career, if her poor attitude, and the disrespect with Brittany continued. Santana glanced at her daughter and locked eyes with her daughter briefly before kissing Brittany's knee.
"I'll get us some tea, baby." She smiled as she climbed off the bed and walked by Mackenzie, hip checking her playfully, before leaving the room.
"Momma, I'm sorry for yelling at you, today, and through the whole trip." Mackenzie stated quietly.
Brittany opened her eyes and sat up against the headboard of the bed. "Mackey, I've been in the industry for so many years, baby, I've seen the ups and downs of it, so has your mom, I'm just trying to protect you as best as I can. The look the photographer wants for the next photo shoot is inappropriate for your age, we both know that." Mackenzie nodded slowly. "Come here." Brittany sighed as she opened her arms. "I know your mom talked to you, but this attitude you have lately has to stop, I know you're growing up and getting famous, and you aren't my little mini me anymore, but we need to communicate better, especially at shoots. I'm your manager when I'm there, not just your mom. I've always made decisions based on being your manager, you know that."
"Yeah I know." Mackenzie nodded. "I'm sorry."
"Thank you." Brittany smiled as Mackenzie hugged her tightly. "Go get in the bed, we have a lot to do tomorrow."
"Ok, I love you momma." Mackenzie stated while kissing Brittany on the cheek.
"I love you too, sweetheart." Brittany replied as she rubbed her daughters back, as Mackenzie was walking to the door Brittany laughed. "San, you can stop listening and just come in now."
Santana opened the door slowly with a smile. "Good night, Mackey." She told her daughter while hugging her and making her way to the bed. "Everything okay?"
Brittany nodded and smiled. "You should know, you heard everything."
"I went to get tea." Santana responded as she straddled Brittany, resting her hands on her shoulders, and began kissing her neck.
"Then where is it?" Brittany asked while sliding her hands up and down Santana's back, laughing when she felt her wife tense.
"Ummm, just kiss me." Santana laughed before pressing her lips to Brittany's.
The kiss started slow and sweet as the two reconnected from Brittany's week of travel, as the kiss grew more intense Brittany rolled them over so Santana was lying next to her on the bed. She lifted her wife's shirt over her head and kissed around her collarbone while palming her breast and moaning when she heard Santana gasp slightly as her tongue licked around her nipple.
Santana pulled Brittany's face back to hers and sucked her wife's top lip into her mouth as she desperately kissed her and pulled her impossibly closer. "I love you." She mumbled against Brittany's lips while slipping her hands in the blonde's shots and pulling them down in a swift motion before allowing her hands to rest on Brittany's butt, slowly massaging and gripping as Brittany took control of the kiss.
"Too many clothes." Brittany rasped as she briefly disconnected their lips and they both stripped their remaining clothes off.
They laid down facing each other, Santana will a love struck smile on her face, and Brittany blushing under her wife's intense stare. "Come here." Santana said softly as Brittany shuffled closer and wrapped her arm under Santana's arm to hook on her shoulder, she intertwined their legs, and began pressed their cores together. Brittany shivered from the sensation of feeling her wife as Santana moaned lowly and began to rock against her slowly.
Brittany found her lips again and sighed when Santana's full ones molded into hers before breaking the kiss and hiding her face in blonde hair, clutching tightly to Brittany, as they began to rock faster. "Brrriiiiitttttt." Santana moaned into her hair.
Brittany repositioned them slightly and stop rocking only focusing on kissing her wife for the moment before sitting them up and having Santana lean against the headboard. Brittany opened her wife's legs wide and kissed the insides of her thigh before licking through her folds slowly, she felt Santana pull her hair and ignored the throbbing, she instead lifted the tan legs over her shoulders and licked deeper and firmer into her, holding the Latina in place by the hips. After a few more licks, Brittany pulled Santana back in her lap, and intertwined their legs again, she leaned forward and began to thrust into her quickly, causing their clits to continuously crash together, until she felt Santana let out a muffled scream into her shoulder as her body shook with an orgasm, Brittany came undone a moment later and laid on Santana, both panting heavily while trying to catch their breath.
She lifted her head and kissed Santana on the lips, before running her fingers through her dark locks. "I love you." She stated as Santana shuffled and repositioned herself so she was resting on Brittany's chest.
"I love you too, Brit." Santana nodded as Brittany tossed a blanket over them.
"Carter, put the bacon in the middle." Ashton told him.
"It goes on the side by the eggs." Mackenzie told them while pouring juice.
"It doesn't matter." Carter stated. "Who cares how the table is set?" He asked while pulling his phone out of his gym shorts and leaning on the counter to reply to a text with a grin.
"I do." Ashton replied.
"Do you two have to argue about everything?" Mackenzie asked while rolling her eyes.
"We are debating." Ashton clarified. "Not arguing."
"Why did you move back anyways?" Carter grumbled. "I run the house now, and with you here, it's complicates things."
Mackenzie laughed. "You don't run the house."
Ashton slid another waffle off of the waffle iron and set it on a plate, while laughing at Mackenzie. "Damn right you don't. and I moved back in to help out mom and momma."
"I run the house." Santana stated as she walked in the kitchen, Brittany quickly cleared her throat and looked at her wife. "Ummm, Brit runs the house." Santana said quickly with a smile.
"Your mother and I, are the heads of the house together." Brittany corrected her as she went around the kitchen and kissed her kids good morning as Santana grabbed her morning pills for her and emptied them in a small plastic cup. She then pulled out the pitcher of smoothies she kept in the fridge for Brittany and poured her a glass.
Santana turned and was noticed Carter was standing in front of her with a plate of waffles, topped with cool whip, strawberries and blueberries, and two strips of turkey bacon to the side.
"Breakfast for Mrs. Lopez-Pierce, award winning Lopez-Pierce, best singer in the world, best actress ever and my mom." He stated with a smile.
"T-thanks." Santana laughed while taking the plate and glancing at Brittany, who shrugged and took her pills before joining them at the table. Santana set her plate down and turned to grab a cup of coffee when she once again ran into Carter, who was holding her favorite mug, once again with a big smile.
"Here momma." Ashton stated while handing Brittany a plate.
"Thank you sweetheart, looks like we have some chefs on our hands." Brittany teased as she took a bite of her eggs.
"I made those momma." Mackenzie said proudly.
"You did a great job." Brittany told her with a smile.
Santana stood up to grab more napkins and bumped into Carter, who was smiling with a stack of them outstretched to her. "Dammit, Carter, you scared the crap out of me." She said once she caught her breath and grabbed the napkins.
"Why are you dressed already, Grey?" Brittany asked while laughing at Santana and Carter's antics once again.
"I'm meeting Noey at the park for a run this morning." Ashton answered.
"Are you two back together?" Santana asked happily and quickly.
"San." Brittany stated softly while taking a sip of her juice.
"She's hott, he should get back with her." Carter nodded. "If you don't want her, I'll take a Puckerman babe, they are all hott."
"Gross." Mackenzie rolled her eyes.
"Show some respect." Santana told him quickly. "Quinn is basically your aunt, respect her please."
"No, we aren't back together, just going for a morning run." Ashton shrugged.
Even though Noelle and Quinton moved back to the states for high school, and lived with the Lopez-Pierce family, Noelle and Ashton remained separate; Quinn flew home twice a month to check on her kids, and see them as often as possible while Puck worked diligently in Spain. It was a tough tearful conversation but she knew if she could trust her twins with anyone it would be Brittany and Santana. She chose to think of it as sending her kids to boarding school. Santana called her every other day and they Skyped often regarding decisions for them. Puck and Quinn never missed a big sporting event for either one and would even surprise the kids with random and unplanned trips. Now that they were in college at UCLA with Ashton, Quinn didn't fly back as much, and still ran her real estate company via satellite.
"Did she call you and ask or did you ask her?" Mackenzie asked. "That's super important."
Ashton looked at his sister and smiled. "We were on the phone and it just came up."
"So you two are thinking of getting back together?" Santana asked with a smile as Carter began to pour syrup on her waffles for her. "Carter, what did you break, or how much money do you need?"
"I'm just being nice." Carter shrugged. "Like a good son."
"You'll never be me." Ashton teased as his phone rang again, his grey eyes lighting up. "I gotta take this and get going. See you two later." He told his mothers.
"Bye." Santana waved as she ate another piece of her waffle under Carter's watchful eye, she closed her eyes and put the fork down. "Carter, just ask what you want."
"Not yet." He grinned before folding a waffle and stuffing it in his mouth.
4pm
Santana was outside in her garden watering her roses when Noah came out and picked her up and spun her around.
"Whoa." She laughed. "Put me down." She added.
"I need you to sing a song." He smiled. "I have a certified hit for you."
"Noah." Santana shook her head. "I'm not singing for a while."
Brittany walked outside with a book and sat down on a lounge chair, propping her feet up and sighing in relaxation. "Your garden looks great, San."
Santana looked over at her wife and smiled proudly. "I know right!" She nodded to herself.
"Come on momma." Noah pleaded.
"Just sing the damn song Snixx." Mercedes teased as she walked outside.
"Cedes!" Santana exclaimed while running over to her friend. "Wait...why aren't you in Africa?"
"Bitch." Mercedes laughed.
"No dumbass, aren't you doing a world tour and performing in Africa?" Santana laughed.
"Oh yeah, I performed in Jo Burg, but we're back now, and we need to start planning Quinn's welcome home party." Mercedes smiled.
"I can't believe she's moving back to the States! I finally get my best friend back." Santana smiled happily. Brittany looked over her magazine with her eyebrow raised at her wife. "Well, aside from you Mrs. Lopez-Pierce." She smoothly covered up.
"Mmmmhmmm." Brittany laughed before glancing back at her book. "We have most of the party set already, Cedes, just a few details to fine tune, oh and we need to pick where we are going for our 50 and Fabulous Trip."
"I'm not 50 yet." Santana laughed.
"You will be soon." Brittany reminded her with a smile.
"So will you sing the song?" Noah asked.
"Have Cedes sing it." Santana suggested.
"Sing what?" Mercedes asked.
"Why don't you want to sing anymore, Santana?" Brittany asked while walking up to her wife and rubbing her arm.
"Since the vocal cord surgery, my voice doesn't sound the same." Santana said quietly.
Even though Santana's vocal cord surgery was successful and she healed with no complications, she was convinced her voice just wasn't the same. She recorded one song after the surgery and immediately hated it and deleted the recording, she hadn't been in a recording booth since.
Brittany grabbed her hand and led her to the side away from Noah and Mercedes, who were now in a conversation over a song he was working on for the diva.
"San..." Brittany whispered while lifting her wife's chin so she could see her eyes. "Your voice never changed baby, you know you are one of the most amazing singers in the world."
"You're biased." Santana smiled. "But thank you. I just." She shrugged.
"Your confidence is a little shook." Brittany told her. "You know your fans want new music from you, and they aren't going to keep believing the whole raising our kids story for too much longer."
"I know." Santana sighed as she leaned into Brittany's chest. Brittany kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back soothingly.
"Just record the song here at home and see how it goes, you are your own worse critic, San." Brittany suggested.
Santana melted into Brittany's embrace and thought quietly to herself, she missed singing and performing on the stage, she always did get a rush from the audience screaming and singing her songs, the lights, the costumes, the dancer, and just the energy that took over her body when she was on display but she was Santana Lopez-Pierce and would not embarrass herself in any capacity. "That sounds okay." Santana nodded.
"I believe in you even in the rare moments that you don't believe in yourself." Brittany reminded her.
"That's why I love you so much." Santana smiled before kissing Brittany deeply.
"Ummm, we are still here." Mercedes laughed as the two got lost in each other's eyes and began to smile once the kiss broke.
"Sounds good so far." Noah told Santana, who was in booth of her home recording studio sitting on a stool, the lyrics in her hand.
Santana looked up and shrugged. "I don't know Noah, I feel like I'm off key."
"Bitch, stop sulking." Mercedes said as she leaned over Noah and pressed the buzzer so Santana could hear her. "You sound amazing, and this five year long pity party is exhausting."
"What Mercedes means, is that you sound amazing." Brittany told her while elbowing the diva.
"Ow." Mercedes laughed as she tried to elbow Brittany back.
"Elbow her and I'll kick your ass, Cedes." Santana stated.
"Let's take it from the top." Noah laughed. "Momma, tell Grey, Carter, and Mackenzie to get in here."
Brittany nodded and went to the intercom, calling the three teenagers in the room. Santana was busy staring at the lyric sheet and didn't know the activity in the studio. "Noah, this line in the second verse..." She started but trailed off when she saw the full studio. "What's going on?"
"We came to hear this future number 1 single that Noah wrote for you." Carter smiled as Mackenzie leaned on his shoulder when he sat down on the arm of the couch.
"Santana Lopez is back in the booth." Ashton smiled while lifting his camera to record her. "We can't miss this."
"Guys..." She sighed.
"Let's go Snixx." Everyone turned and saw Quinn walk in the studio with Puck. "I flew in from Spain, let's hear this song?"
"I called in a favor." Noah shrugged. "I knew if everyone was here to support you, you would record it."
"Let's go San." Puck smiled while hugging Brittany. "Jet lag will catch up to me and I'll be sleep in a minute."
Santana nodded with a big smile as the music started to play and she began to sing.
When I think about it baby (baby)
All I can do is shake my head
Cause there ain't no explanation, no reason (baby)
Oh you must be heaven sent
With your crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy love (your crazy love)
Boy you got me so messed up, so messed up
Now all I know is your love
I tear up when I think about you, oh
You've got me so emotional
But when I cry now, they're all tears of joy
"She's back." Carter smiled as Santana sang the song flawlessly.
Brittany turned and hugged Quinn to greet her. "She never left." She added as the Latina stood up and sang with more emotion.
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta understand baby (baby)
I've been through so many things
My heart has seen the ups the downs, the highs and the lows (baby)
And every pain life brings
But now I got your crazy, crazy, crazy love (your crazy love)
And all I wanna do now is sing
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, I just wanna sing for you baby
Brittany locked eyes with Santana as she sang and smiled proudly at her wife with swaying to the song.
"This is a hit, Noah." Mercedes told him.
Now all I know is your love
I tear up when I think about you, oh
You've got me so emotional
But when I cry now, they're all tears of joy
Said I'm crying
I'm crying now, but it's not like before
Baby these are tears of joy
They've been the same since you walked through my door
Baby these are tears of joy
"What's it called?" Mackenzie asked Noah.
"Tears of Joy." Noah said while nodding his head as Santana continued to sing, full emotion, trusting her voice more and more as the song went on hitting notes she was hesitant to try just an hour ago.
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