The smell of bacon, eggs and coffee flooded my senses when I reached the bottom of the stairs. Once I entered the kitchen Emma smiled at me. "Good morning Brittany." I smiled back at her and sat on one of the stools at the island. She gave me a clean plate and I started to pile it with food seconds later Emma placed a mug of hot chocolate in front of my plate. "Thanks Em." I smiled up at her.
"I'm going to leave now." I nodded as we watched Santana gather her things and stood up and straightened her uniform. She turned to me before heading out. "If you need to tell me anything just send me a text."
"Yes Ma'am." I rolled my eyes. It was like this every morning before going to school. Santana leaves early, I wait a little then I head out. Sometimes I wait for my cousin Quinn to pick me up for school. Unfortunately I can't talk to her in school, outside school, or anywhere else besides inside the house.
As she opened the front door Quinn came bursting in. "Good morning Sanny!" She greeted. Santana grunted and left. Quinn entered the kitchen and sat next to me. "She's always grumpy." I heard her mumbled. "Good morning Brittany!" She greeted and kissed me cheek. I laughed and returned the greeting. "So how are things going with le wifey?" She asked.
"Same old, same old." I answered her. Yes, I Brittany Susan Pierce is married to Santana Lopez. Which now makes me Brittany S. Lopez-Pierce and her Santana M. Lopez-Pierce? Well anyways, our parents were like college friends and our mothers were best friends so the two planned to have us get married someday. They planned it out when they were pregnant and went to the doctors to find out the sexes of their babies. Because of Santana's penis they thought she was a boy but the doctor confirmed that she was a girl with an extra appendage. Unfortunately our moms died in a car accident when we were 10. So our fathers decided to go on with the wedding in memory of them. I was 15 and Santana just turned 16 when we flew to California and got married. The only people who knew were our close family members and Santana's manager. Here we are living in this two-story home with Emma giving occasional greets to each other. Not talking to each other unless it's really important.
I don't know what happened we used to play and talk about random things, but I guess that's what happens when people age. Also, I'd rather not disturb Santana that much after all she has to balance her career with school. Santana has to keep up this rep for her singing career; I must say she has gone a far way, anyways about her rep, her manager thinks it's enough that the media knows about her extra appendage and if they knew about our marriage it might not be good for her reputation. I don't have a problem with that though; I too think that it wouldn't be good if an 18 year-old girl is married to another girl who is underage.
I was taken out of my thoughts when Quinn nudged me on my shoulder. "Are you ready to go?" She asked me. I nodded and picked up my backpack which was lying on the floor and Quinn and I walked to the backyard.
"Britt your vest!" Emma called out. I turned back and put on my vest and walked up to Quinn. She fixed my tie and left after saying out goodbyes to Emma. Emma was our housekeeper, nanny? I don't think of her like that though, more like a second mother. She stays with us and cleans our house, cooks meals and all those other stuff. At least I have someone to talk to around the house.
Quinn and I left the house through the backyard so the others won't know the truth about me and Santana's relationship. What they know is that I'm Emma's niece and the Lopez will pay my tuition at McKinley if I stay with Santana and keep her company and if Emma helps her around the house. Santana's dad is a doctor so he's always flying around on medical missions but he's mostly situated in California. So Santana visits him there when she goes there to record and stuff. On the other hand, my dad is managing his business in New York but he flies in from time to time.
We entered Quinn's car and waved at Will the security guard of the village we lived in. Once we reached our school the 10 minute warning bell rang. So Quinn and I rushed to get to first period. As we passed Santana's class and I saw her flirting Stephanie, she's also an artist and the media was spreading that she and Santana were beginning to be and 'item'. Quinn saw me looking and tugged on my wrist.
"Don't worry you're the legal wife." She whispered a little too loudly. Santana heard it, since she was sitting near the door which was open since they were still waiting for their teacher to arrive, she sent a glare to Quinn.
"Hey Santana do you know who that is? The ditzy girl Quinn is always with?" We heard Stephanie asked Santana.
Santana looked at me then back at the white board. "No."
"Quinn should be her in our block though, she's so smart unlike the others." Stephanie said. Trying to catch Santana's attention again.
Ouch. That hurt. I may not be the brightest tool in the shed, especially when it came to academics but Daddy and Papi said I am wise about the real world. Papi, Santana's dad, that man is straight forward. I turned and saw Quinn fuming, I tugged her arm and signal her that it was almost time.
"I don't see why people think she's such a sweetheart." Quinn said as we sat down on our desks and waited for our teacher to arrive.
"That's how it is Quinn, I thought you were used to that now."
"Yeah, but that isn't a nice thing to say Britt. Aren't celebrities trained to say nice things?"
I sighed.
I'm Brittany S. Pierce, not much people know me, thinking I'm stupid, and they don't know that I'm married to the oh so famous Santana Lopez.
I do not own Glee.
So I got bored and an idea came up. Kinda adapted it from a story I read on the net. What do you guys think? G!P Santana, coz I need it later. Should I continue it?