Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or Brittany/Santana. This is just an introduction to this story. It is loosely based on the idea of Brittany and Santana. It is partially based off of my own experience growing up in the Mormon church. I grew up Mormon (no longer a member) for 21 years so this may come off as offensive religiously to some. If it does, don't read it. It is going to be smutty, just as a warning.
This is my first fanfiction. I would love you input and any suggestions I like I will include in future chapters!
Chapter one
She hated Sundays, She hated everything about them. She hated how "modest" she had to dress, a skirt to her knees, a cap sleeve V-neck shirt (with a tank top underneath, don't want any skin to show). She hated that deer in headlights look every cookie cutter member of the Mormon Church had. Yes, Brittany S. Pierce was a member of the Mormon Church, otherwise known as the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. She had been born into it, baptized at 8 years old. No, no this wasn't just any baptism when you get a little water flicked into your face. This was where a man takes you by the hand, "blesses" you with the "spirit" and dunks you backwards into a tub of water. At that time, it was the most traumatizing experiences in Brittany's life. She was forced into it by her parents, and to this day is petrified of water. She remembered how forcefully she was pulled from the water, it sounded like the raging rapids were seeping from her ears and the imprudent white dress she had to wear. There was an audience observing, and they all had tears in their eyes. She could never understand why the Mormons always cried so much. Her parents told her it was because they were feeling the "spirit". It always caused Brittany giggle thinking about some "spirit" floating around feeling people up.
Sighing, she opened the car door and slowly walked behind her Mother and Father. Paul Pierce, a tall man at 6'2", with dirty blonde hair parted blandly to the side. He was clad in a black suit, with a heavily starched white shirt and a tasteless light blue tie. Susie Pierce, also tall for a woman at 5'9"; had short platinum blonde hair which was also poignantly parted at the side and curled under. She bore the ugliest dress Brittany had seen; it flopped loosely on her body, with ruffles on her chest which resembled a doyly. It was all blue floral, it looked more like 70's wallpaper. Susie often spoke of the importance of staying "modest" according to the church- it kept you closer to the "lord".
She walked in the same unchanged doors, into the same stupid church that smelled of new carpet and animal crackers. She struggled through the zoo of crazy kids running in circles in the main foyer of the church with their frazzled parents unsuccessfully attempting to catch them.
Then she saw her, it utterly flooring Brittany. When she sauntered into the room, it stopped Brittany dead in her tracks. Brittany's piercing blue eyes locked with her deep chocolate orbs. This wasn't your run of the mill Lima family. They looked Hispanic; Brittany wanted to know whoever this was.
She was shorter than Brittany; Brittany couldn't stop staring at her plump, voluptuous lips. She had long, wavy shiny black hair that fell just below her shoulders in different lengths; she blinked long eyelashes that almost touched her cheeks, with a coppery brown skin that accentuated her chocolate brown eyes. She wore a white button down lacy blouse that hugged her curves and emphasized her bronzed skin with a black pencil skirt and black stiletto heels that amplified her toned calves that flexed as she strolled. Brittany realized her mouth was open as her half lidded gaze followed this mystery girl.
Brittany's Dad was over friendly; he could strike up a conversation with any stranger and was known for having deep conversations with homeless people. He once was invited over to a homeless man's home (which was actually a refrigerator box) for "dinner". Little did Paul know this homeless man was on a strict liquid diet which consisted of any alcohol in a brown paper bag. Once noted, Brittany's Dad politely declined as drinking alcohol was strictly prohibited in the Mormon Church. Paul Pierce gazed up and immediately noticed the family that was unrecognizable to anyone and introduced himself. Brittany was horrified. She was going to eventually, and nonchalantly introduce herself to this smoldering hot Hispanic or whatever she was..But on her own terms. Brittany smoothly stepped to the side and tried to walk into the chapel where godlike music was playing before the pews where families were starting to pile in for sacrament meeting. This consisted of "spiritual" talks that stuck to a main focus, the partaking of the sacrament and lots of singing. Unfortunately Brittany's Dad bellowed across the foyer, "Brittany S. Pierce!" Brittany turned bright red, she usually didn't embarrass easily, but this was an extenuating circumstance.
There stood a family of three, Brittany could see where the hottie in front of her got her good looks from. The man standing next to her had short buzzed, black hair with large chocolate eyes, coppery skin and full lips. He wore khaki pants and a royal blue button down shirt. This was fairly casual for the Mormon Church. To his left was a woman, with long silky black hair that fell below her shoulders that was pin straight. She had olive shaped eyes and perfectly plucked eyebrows with a form fitting black dress that was simple yet elegant.
"This is the Lopez family!", Brittany's Dad excitedly announced. "This is Felix, Ella and Santana". Brittany shook hands with each family member and her pinky lingered on Santana's for a moment longer than necessary. "They moved from Hawaii where Felix was stationed in the Marine Cor." Brittany's Dad continued. Santana's eyes lingered deliberately up and down Brittany's muscular, slim figure. Brittany's skin was on fire just from her gaze. Paul Pierce broke through Brittany's trance like a freight train as he said. "Santana is your age and will be going to McKinley High this fall; Isn't that exciting? A New Mormon friend to face this cruel world with." Both Brittany and Santana rolled their eyes. "Very nice to meet all of you." Brittany painfully smiled, as if she had just got caught undressing Santana with her blue eyes. "You as well!" Felix and Ella said in unison. Susie chimed in, "Would you guys like to come over for dinner this week?" Paul elbowed Susie, "She makes a mean pot roast!", He chuckled lamely. "How is Monday?" Susie eagerly asked. "We have no plans other than unpacking. That would be a nice break." Ella excitedly ranted. "Then it's settled!" Paul .