A/N: I know that I haven't updated "I Still Haven't Fogotten" in a VERY long time, and I'm sorry about that. BUT, I just haven't been able to inspire myself to be interested in any Alice/Bella fics anymore. I still read the ones put on my alert, but I haven't read any new ones. I'm in the process of finishing it, but that's the last Belice fic that I will probably ever write.
Anyways, I have recently taken an interest in Glee (something I swore myself would never happen, but my curiosity got the best of me). I have specifically taken an interest in Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana fics. You guys really need to attach yourselves to those wagons 'cause they are awesome! This has been going through my mind for a while now, hope you like it.
"I am so happy Judy recommended you." Mrs. Pierce sighed happily, blatantly staring at Santana's ass as she cleaned the Pierce family pool.
Santana smirked. She was happy too. She had been running her pool cleaning business since last summer. Puck had the balls to steal the idea and claim it his own, which unfortunately cost her some customers, but she still had business. Thankfully, most of the moms in the small town were going through their midlife crisis' and thought that sleeping with young, hot, teenage girls would make them feel more youthful. She had never been more proud to be a young, hot, teenage girl.
Summer was almost halfway done and Santana still had the energy to tend to their certain… needs. Just hand her a glass of lemonade and she was ready.
The Pierce's had just moved to Lima this summer. That was pretty much all Santana knew, other than the fact that they were loaded. They lived down the street from the Fabray's and five minutes away from Santana. Judy Fabray, always one to be welcoming, was the first to greet Mrs. Pierce, and by default introduce her to Santana, and the rest was history.
Santana still didn't know how word of her "business" spread. It's not like everyone's mom proudly admits to sleeping with the pool cleaner, who happens to be a teenage girl that their children probably go to school with. Regardless, she didn't care because she got paid and laid.
"Me too." Santana whispered to herself. She was currently scrubbing the sides of the pool. She never really puts too much effort in cleaning the pools to save energy for her actually job. Santana heard Mrs. Pierce approach her before an arm wrapped around her waist.
"It's awfully hot out and I'm sure you brought a bathing suit." She whispered in the Latina's ear.
Santana didn't need to be told twice. She quickly discarded her tank top before pushing her jean shorts down.
"Much better." Mrs. Pierce commented. "Care for some lemonade."
30 minutes later
"Yes, oh god yes!" Mrs. Pierce panted as Santana thrusted her fingers in and out of her. "You're so good at this." She continued.
Santana didn't say anything, she never did. All she could concentrate on was the strain she was feeling in her arms and the soft and silky walls encasing her fingers. This wasn't her first time 'working' for Mrs. Pierce, but there was something about her that made every time feel like the first. The woman was in her mid-30's and still had a rockin' body, something about dancing, which was all the better for Santana.
"I'm going to- I'm going to- ahh!" Mrs. Pierce gasped toward the end of her sentence. Santana felt Mrs. Pierce's inner walls clench around her fingers as she slowed down her movements. "That was amazing!"
Santana just nodded before pulling her fingers out and wiping them on the towel beneath them. It was at this moment that she realized that they were outside on a lounge chair, for all the neighbors to see. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself.
"Just wait a few minutes and I'll go get my purse." Mrs. Pierce said as she tried to catch her breath. She opened her eyes for a second before closing them again. "How much is it again?"
"The usual." Santana said.
They both turned when they heard a door open and close from inside the house. Mrs. Pierce stood abruptly and searched for her clothes, Santana not far behind.
"That must be Brittany. She's home early." The older woman hushed out.
Santana started panicking. She had never met any of the Pierce daughters. She knew that one of them was going to be in her grade and the other was about ten, but that was all. She definitely did not want their first meeting to be after she had just fucked their mom.
"Shit, where's my top?" Santana whispered. She had managed to find her bikini bottoms, but the rest of her clothing seemed to have disappeared.
She spotted them hanging in a bush just as Brittany's silhouette approached the door leading to the yard. She glanced at Mrs. Pierce, who was fully dressed, before jumping behind the bushes and grabbing her clothes.
The door opened and a tall blonde walked out, not letting Santana get a good look as she was dressing.
"Hey mom." Brittany said casually before sitting down in the lounge chair Santana had been banging her mother in just minutes before.
"Brittany, I thought you would still be with Artie. You did say that you liked him." Mrs. Pierce said as she did everything to make it look like she hadn't just had sex.
"I do, but he wouldn't take me ice skating so I told him I had to go." She stated. Santana lifted an eyebrow. Either they weren't talking about the same Artie or this girl was dumb. Either way, Santana didn't care; all she cared about was getting out without looking suspicious.
"Honey, he's in a wheelchair." Mrs. Pierce sighed.
"Yeah, but he didn't have to rub it in my face." She pouted. "I had to walk all the way to his house in this heat, then I had to walk all the way to the mall. All he had to do was sit there and be pushed."
Santana almost gave herself away from the laugh that almost came out. She looked down and saw one of the pool nets and was struck with an idea.
"Found it, Mrs. Pierce." Santana yelled as she stood up from behind the bushes, completely clothed. She started walked toward the mother and daughter, looking down to avoid falling in the pool. "It was right behind th-." She looked up to find stormy blue eyes looking back at her. "It was right behind the bush." She finished lamely.
And for the first time in Santana's life, she didn't feel like hitting someone her age.
"Oh thank goodness, I didn't want to buy another." Mrs. Pierce said relieved. She winked in Santana's direction, but it went unnoticed. "Oh Brittany, this is Santana, the girl who cleans the pool." She remembered. "Santana, this is my daughter Br-."
"Brittany." Santana finished. For some reason unknown to her, she couldn't seem to look away. Something fell behind her and knocked her out of her trance. She looked between the two Pierces's and realized what she was doing. "Oh um, I'm Santana."
"Hi." Brittany chirped back.
Mrs. Pierce finally seemed to notice what was going on with the Latina, and didn't like it at all. It was one thing for her to have sex with the pool cleaner, it was another for her daughter to do so. Santana was her treasure.
"Santana, come inside. I'll write you your check." She said as she ushered Santana inside. She turned back to Brittany. "Go call Artie and see if he would like to come for dinner."
Santana distinctly heard an 'But I don't want to,' before the door was closed.
"Uh, thank you for having me again." Santana said awkwardly. This immediately alerted her. She was never awkward, quite the opposite actually. She raked her brain for something to say. "It was nice meeting your daughter; you guys have a very strong resemblance."
"About that." Mrs. Pierce sighed as she turned around. "Brittany is not like us. She is not, well, as open minded about certain things." She walked slowly toward me with the check in hand. "I would prefer if you did not talk to her about this, or really talk to her at all. I wouldn't want anything to be revealed or for her to be uncomfortable with the fact that I have engage in sexual activities with girl." She lifted an eyebrow as she stared at me. "So let me repeat myself. Do not interact with my daughter." She smiled at Santana before handing her the check and bending down to give her a heated kiss. "I'll see you next week. You know the way out." And Santana was left alone in the middle of the kitchen.
She could tell something was off in the way Mrs. Pierce made her daughter off limits. It seemed almost… possessive? She wasn't sure, but she definitely wasn't going to listen to the woman. Brittany was her age and Santana didn't want to pummel her into the ground, which was most definitely something good. Santana always knew if she would or would not like someone just by looking at them. Granted, she had made a few mistakes in the past, namely Quinn and Rachel, but she wasn't about to admit that. She had thought that she would never be able to tolerate either girl, but was surprised to find that Quinn personality was refreshing compared to the idiots that roamed her school, and Rachel's constant chatter was slightly soothing and sometimes enjoyable to listen to. The only difference between the two girls is that Santana actually shows her toleration for Quinn and pretends to loathe Rachel.
Santana was lost in her thoughts as she walked toward the door. She seriously felt the need to go back to Brittany and introduce herself without the presence of Mrs. Pierce. She just had to.
That decision made, Santana turned around to find Brittany. She was utterly surprised to find the girl sitting on the kitchen counter with a Fruit by the Foot hanging out of her mouth. Santana stared disbelievingly at how engrossed the blonde was in reading the jokes off the paper peel of the snack. It almost seemed like a crime to interrupt the girl.
As if sensing Santana, Brittany's head shot up with a smile.
"Hey!" She said as she jumped off the counter and made her way to Santana. "I thought you left."
"Yeah, I uh, I forgot something in the back." Santana lied. She had no idea why.
"Okay, you probably already know the way." She shrugged as she made her way toward the stairs. "I have to go though, I was told not to talk to you."
"By who?" The brunette asked.
"My mom told me not to tell you." Brittany said as she nodded to herself and turned to walk upstairs.
Santana's eyebrows shot up in disbelief.
Oh come on!
A/N: How was that for my first Glee fic. I have no idea how to portray Santana or Brittany, so I feel like this was a complete and utter fail. Please send me some feedback, or just tell me if I should bother continuing or not.
And some of you may have noticed that Santana likes Rachel in this fic. I only did this for plot, I think.