Every Chord has Three...
Chapter One
"I cannot believe this! Oh you just wait cripples, I'm gunna rip out those dysfunctional eyes of yours! All four of them!" Santana yells and starts towards Artie. She starts to mumble some Spanish and reaches for him only to be stopped by Brittany.
"San, it's okay! We are just singing a duet. It's nothing bad." Brittany explains. "Please don't rip his eyes out. Wait... Artie has four eyes?" Brittany looks back at Artie who has his arms up to defend himself. "Oh the glasses! I totally got that!" A crooked smile comes to the corner of her lips and then she snaps back to the situation at hand.
"Don't you see what he's doing? He's manipulating you. That's not okay!" Santana says holding Brittany's shoulders between her arms.
"Only if you do it huh?" Artie cuts her off. "I love Brittany. The biggest mistake was letting her have a friend like you. You stole her. Confused her until she just gave you what you wanted." Artie's yells.
"Letting her? Controlling much? Rollerball, if you go all Ike Turner, I'll come back with some Lima Heights adjacent knowledge on your ass." Santana moves towards Artie once more and stares him down. "And if you lay a hand on her, I will beat you with your own wheelchair."
"Santana! You can't say things like that! You're not mean anymore remember? I love you and we are finally together. Artie is still my friend and I want to sing this duet. I don't know who Ike Turner is but he's has never hit me and neither has Artie.. When he kissed me last night I stopped him and told him I was with you. He was fine after that..." Brittany looks over at Artie, who was now rolling backwards in his chair.
"What? You kissed her? Okay. It's on wheels." Santana begins to walk forward only to be grabbed by her forearm by her girlfriend. Artie's face showing his fear and he begins to roll back faster. He eventually turns quickly to roll away. She looks back at Brittany who begs her with her eyes.
"Please San. He still loves me, it's not his fault... I'm super hot." She chuckles which makes Santana smile for a split second. "You had a hard time letting go last year too." She stares into Santana's eyes, who finally loosens up the tense fist she was making.
"Okay Britt. This is his last strike. That's it. Next time, he won't be so lucky. Next time, I'll be getting the razor blades out." Brittany smiles to herself, gives Santana a quick kiss on the lips and the two girls walk down the hall towards the parking lot outside.
2 years later...
Santana wakes to the sound of pots and pans clanging in the kitchen downstairs. What is she doing now? She thinks to herself. Dragging herself out of bed, the Latina puts on her robe and begins to walk downstairs. She finds the love of her life staring at two eggs on the counter in the kitchen. "Babe. What's the matter? We talked about this before... These eggs are not baby chickens. It's okay to eat them."
"Good morning San!" She quickly runs over to grab her girlfriend and lift her up slightly. "I'm making breakfast!"
"I see that, Britt. It looks like it may have halted for some reason though." Santana examines the two eggs laying on the counter.
"Oh! Yeah! Well. This egg is a brown color, kinda like you so I would feel bad breaking it." Santana smiles at Brittany's logic, but doesn't say a word. "This one is kinda green, I think it might be sick or something."
"Britt, they are farm fresh eggs. They are actually healthier than the white ones we usually buy at the store. I got them from the farmer's market downtown." Santana smiles at Brittany, who still had a confused look. "They are different colored because they are from different types of chickens. They are just fine to eat, I promise." Brittany smiles and then continues to break the eggs into the pan. Santana reaches for the whisk, but is slapped away.
"I am making breakfast for you. Not with you. Go sit down!" Brittany exclaims.
"I am gunna go shower then. You sure you are okay down here by yourself?" Santana asks the blonde who nods and smiles. She then continues to pace around the kitchen.
The Latina makes her way upstairs, hoping that when she gets out of the shower they will still have a house. Although, fairly confident in Brittany's cooking. Santana taught her the easiest ways to do things in the kitchen. Brittany still manages to burn at least one thing though.
Entering the bathroom, she sheds off her robe and steps into the shower. At first when the water hit her it was cold and harsh, but slowly turned warm. She felt her muscles relax. She enjoyed the hot water soothing her body, closing her eyes thinking how lucky she was for everything in her life.
"San... I got distracted." She hears from somewhere in the bathroom.
"What babe?" Santana pokes her head out from behind the curtain.
"The toast is burnt. And the eggs... And the...bacon..." explains Brittany. She had that cute pout on that Santana always adored.
"It's okay Britt. How about you get in here and we call it good?" Santana says with a smirk. Brittany quickly sheds off her short shorts and tank to hop into the shower with her girlfriend. Santana immediately pulls Brittany into a soft kiss.
"I'm glad you aren't mad about me burning breakfast again." Brittany exclaims, breaking the kiss.
"You seriously burnt everything?...Even... The bacon?" Santana asks, while looking at Brittany once again. Bacon was her favorite. Hell.. She might even eat it burnt later.
"Yeah... Sorry San. I'll make it up to you though." With that, Brittany puts on her widest grin and pulls Santana into a passionate kiss.
"I hope she wakes up soon Lord Tubbington...My bladder is gunna explode. I just don't wanna wake her up. She's so beautiful when she sleeps." The Latina begins to open her eyes and get out of her slumber. "My arm is gunna fall off. I think it's turning purple...I know Lord Tubbington. It might not literally fall off. You are such a smart ass sometimes." Brittany raises her voice slightly while conversing with her cat.
"I'm awake Brittany. I still think it is the strangest thing when I hear you talk to that beast like that...it's cute though. Kinda." Santana dead pans, still with her eyes closed.
"He was worried, San. My circulation was being cut off. He thought you were dead for a minute but I explained that your mouth is open like that when you sleep sometimes. Especially when you are super sleepy" Brittany explains.
"He is probably thinking about offing me. He's jealous. You can totally tell...He gives me the stink eye when you aren't looking. Damn cat." She says while glaring at the cat in the corner of the couch.
"Santana. Don't say that. You two get along much better now. He's old. His eyes don't work well anymore. It's kinda how his face looks now..." Brittany pleads. "Can I go pee? Its starting to hurt holding it."
Santana sits up and Brittany quickly jumps up from the couch then runs to the bathroom. She had to be the cutest person she'd ever seen. This day was going so well. She got laid this morning, although didn't get bacon. Then sat and watched movies all day after sunbathing with the most beautiful girlfriend on this Earth. Win for Lopez.
This is my first time writing a story. Hope you all like it. Let me know if I should continue. :) I have a tumblr too! lulu00711beyourself
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