A/N First i want to say thank you to those of you who favorited my story or put it on their story alert, and especially to those who reviewed. I take every word you guys write into account. It means everything to hear my work is being appreciated, much less read, so thank you.
Now i know this chapter came pretty quickly but don't get used to it. I just got considerably busier cuz classes just started. Yay college life. But rest assured, i will be writing diligently whenever i can.
But anyways, for this chapter I wanted to have some fluff before everything starts to get heavy so enjoy this one. And there is some sweet lady lovin' so be warned. ;) And again, i apologize for any errors. Happy reading!
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Therapy
You're next. Santana stared at the words in shock. Her mind was all over the place. She didn't know what to do. Should she pretend like nothing's happened? Should she run and yell to anyone that would listen? Should she try and track down the son of a bitch herself? She ran through her different options frantically. But wait... this might not even be the real killer, she thought. She let out a breath of relief. Of course it wasn't, it couldn't be. She racked her brain to try and think of who could've sent the text and came up with one conclusion. She slid her phone up to write her response.
Shouldnt u be busy screwing some nursing home residents noah? She sent it directly to his phone instead of the number on her screen, figuring he was using a friend's phone or something. She couldn't believe she didn't think of Puck sooner. She had forgotten about his previous attempt to scare her. The cryptic call came after the second killing. And it had freaked her out a bit, though she would never admit it. But it was short-lived as she had decided to do the whole *69 bit during glee club. She wasn't too surprised to find out it was Puck though. He's the only twisted bastard that would be pranking people in times like these. She was drawn back to her phone as she received a new text.
Whoa whoa easy, i was just messin with u. And besides, i dont go above 40 anymore.. Anyways r u and britt going to jeremys party tonight? She finished reading and immediately rolled her eyes at his insensitivity. The guy was unbelievable. Here his ex was just murdered and he's ready to party it up. But then again, it was Puck..
Who the hell goes to parties these days? she replied, as the teacher started droning on about their next writing assignment. His reply came quick.
The kinda ppl who need a distraction. She sat on that for a while. The man had a point. It would be nice to forget about the shitiness of their reality if only for one night. Brittany needed the distraction as well, she decided. Someone so full of light shouldn't have to deal with these dark times.
Count us in, she wrote, hoping her girlfriend would be up for it. She wouldn't go if Brittany didn't want to, no matter how much she was now looking forward to it.
"I'm sorry Santana, am I distracting you from your pressing social life?" Mr. Burns called out from the front of the class. The Latina snapped her eyes up from her cell phone and glared at him through her eyelashes as all the students turned to her in anticipation for her reply.
"Actually yeah," she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest and slapping on her signature bitch face. "And that awful tie isn't helping either. I can't even look at your face right now because its so distracting. It looks like Walt Disney threw up all over it," she said matter-of-factly as she stared at the English teacher's colorful tie that was covered in busy patterns. She knew the guy was new, but surely he should know not to challenge the fiery Latina by now. He never won.
"That was pretty creative Santana. It's too bad you can't channel that creativity into your assignments," he countered.
"It's also too bad you can't seem to find an outfit that doesn't suggest that you still live with your mother," she returned simply as the rest of the class struggled to suppress their laughter. Santana lived for confrontations like these and was somewhat disappointed when Mr. Burns gave up with a chuckle and a nod of his head and continued with the lesson.
The rest of the day everyone walked around school like zombies as a chilling reminder of what had happened, making it impossible for Santana to put it out of her mind. Brittany had barely spoken ten words to her since this morning. Santana was now convinced a party was extremely appropriate. Necessary even.
And of course cheerio practice was as brutal as ever, which made it drag even more, so when Coach finally blew her whistle and screamed at them to go wash the failure off of their smelly meat suits, she raced to the locker room to quickly rinse off and change. She waited for Brittany to finish getting her stuff together before offering the blonde her pinky as they walked silently to her car.
When they were settled into their seats Santana turned to the blonde.
"Hey," she said quietly as she placed her hand on top of her girlfriend's, rubbing the pad of her thumb along her soft hand. "You okay?"
"I just don't understand how people can be so cruel," she said softly. Santana's heart broke slightly at the sight of the girl, usually shining like the sun, now sitting there looking so hopeless.
"Not everyone's like that Britt-Britt. There are a lot of good people too. The ones that make life worth it," the Latina paused before adding with a small smile, "..People like you." She finished the last word with a light tap to Brittany's nose. With that, Brittany slowly lifted her eyes to meet Santana's as her crooked grin that Santana loved so much slowly crept onto her face. She leaned forward and planted a light kiss on the blonde's forehead, hoping she had done enough to brighten her girlfriend's spirits at least a little. She couldn't bear to see her so dispirited any longer.
"You okay now?" Santana tried again as she searched the blondes face for a sign of anymore sorrow.
"Yeah, I'm okay," she replied with content. Santana always knew how to make her feel better. "Let's go home."
They pulled up to Santana's empty house several minutes later. She had to admit, it was quite convenient not having her parents around, as it gave the girls freedom to do whatever they wanted. Her father was always busy working at the hospital. She only saw him in passing each morning while he was getting his coffee. And her mom would go away on "business trips" for weeks at a time and come back with tanned skin and sun-bleached hair. As messed up as it was, she learned to stop looking for love and affection from her parents years ago. But she took comfort in knowing that she would always have Brittany. And she was all she needed.
They walked through the front door and into the spacious foyer of the Lopez's exquisite house and Santana punched in their security code. Her dad was a bit of a freak when it came to home security. She assumed it was so her parents could start leaving her by herself all day at the ripe age of eleven. He had gotten a high tech security system installed and security cameras in every room, besides the bathrooms of course. Though she had made sure that the one in her room was removed years ago. The girls headed to the kitchen to grab some waters and their usual snacks before going upstairs to Santana's room. Brittany plopped herself down on the large bed with her goldfish and gummy bears and started pulling out her homework. Santana settled down beside her on her stomach, laying her homework and Flamin' Hot Cheetos out in front of her. They worked for about an hour in deafening silence, before Santana decided it was time to bring up the party.
"Hey Britt?" she asked and waited for a reply to make sure she had the blonde's attention.
"Yeah?" she replied, still writing.
"Wanna go to a party tonight?" she asked, carefully watching the girl's reaction. Brittany stopped writing and her brow furrowed slightly.
"A party?" she repeated, taken aback.
"Yeah. That Jeremy kid is having a party at his house and I thought maybe we could go," Santana explained.
"I don't know San. I don't feel much like partying," Brittany decided.
"But that's exactly why we need to go," Santana urged her. "It'll be like therapy," she added as an afterthought.
"And therapy is good, right?" Brittany checked with the brunette.
"Right," Santana assured her with a wide smile. Brittany thought about it for a while before that crooked smile emerged once again.
"Okay let's do it," she said with excitement rising in her voice. Santana immediately threw her arms around her girlfriend's neck and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Thanks babe. I really think this'll be good for us," she said excitedly and Brittany nodded in agreement. "Okay. Well then I'm gonna get a real shower in before we go. I still feel gross from practice," she stated. She rose from the plush bed and walked slowly towards her bathroom leaving a trail of clothes in her stead and flashed Brittany a come and get me grin over her bare shoulder before disappearing through the doorway.
Brittany stared after the gorgeous Latina in awe. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world because Santana was all hers. The girl she has loved since freshman year. Her best friend since childhood. Her soulmate. She tried to think of a word greater than love, because love didn't seem to be enough anymore. She was so lost in her search that she forgot that Santana was in the next room, now soaking wet, waiting to be ravished. That was until Santana's loud voice broke her concentration.
"Brittany Pierce! Get your hot piece of ass in this shower right now!" Santana called out.
Brittany leapt off of the bed in a fit of giggles as she ran into the bathroom. She shed her clothing in record time as she slid inside the shower to join her girlfriend.
"Well it's about time," the brunette said playfully before closing the distance between her and the beautiful dancer. She sealed their lips together in a passionate kiss and Brittany hungrily met them. Their lips moved together fluidly and hands started exploring. Brittany lightly pushed the intoxicating Latina against the shower wall, and stopped for a moment to take in the sight of her gorgeous girlfriend. She followed the small trails of water that were trickling down her lovely curves. She took in her smooth caramel colored skin, and her taut body all glossy with moisture. She studied her flawless face, lingering on that perfect mouth of hers before finally coming to rest on her deep mocha orbs that were filled with nothing but love. Brittany's heart swelled. She had given Brittany her heart completely, and it was all Brittany could ever want. She felt her eyes gloss over as she was overcome with emotion. Santana seemed to understand what the blonde was feeling as she slowly raised her hand for Brittany to take. She entwined their fingers together and gently pulled her girlfriend towards her, still holding her gaze.
"I love you so much Brittany Susan Pierce," she said as her eyes sparkled.
"And I love you Santana Marie Lopez," Brittany returned. They smiled brightly at one another before the Latina spoke once more.
"Now are we gonna get our mack on or what?" she asked with a playful wink.
Brittany giggled before crashing their lips together to finish what they started, pinning Santana against the shower wall. The water flowed over them as they enjoyed the feel of each other's lips and wet bodies pressed together. Santana broke the kiss to catch her breath, and Brittany started planting slow, open-mouthed kisses down her throat and made her way down to her chest, right above the curvature of her breasts. She moved her hands up and started kneading each breast as she kissed the sides of them, smiling inwardly at the sounds she was causing her girlfriend to make. She then moved her hand down to the base of her breast as she took it into her mouth. She nipped and sucked at the Latina's now erect nipple, before moving on to the next one.
"Oh Britt..." Santana moaned at the feel of Brittany's able mouth on her breasts, her core now burning with need. Brittany teased her by rubbing her hand right below the girl's entrance.
"...Britt please." She whimpered, as Brittany kissed Santana's neck and lightly ran her index finger along her entrance, causing Santana to shudder.
"God San..." she breathed seductively into the brunette's ear, "...you're so wet." She slowly lifted her finger to her own mouth to taste the girl's juices as she looked deeply into her girlfriend's eyes.
Santana could only whimper in response, which caused Brittany to chuckle lightly. She decided to end the girl's suffering and connected their lips once more before sliding her middle finger into the Latina's burning center. Santana gasped against Brittany's lips at the delightful intrusion and had to clutch Brittany's neck to remain upright. Brittany slowly started pumping in and out as Santana moved with her rhythmically. She slipped in a second finger and quickened her speed. Santana threw her head back in ecstasy, panting between moans, as she rode Brittany's long fingers. Brittany knew Santana was close when she felt the girl's muscles grip her fingers tightly.
"Cum for me, babe," she whispered against her girlfriend's neck and placed a delicate kiss underneath her jaw, pushing Santana over the edge. Her body went rigid and she cried out Brittany's name as she found her release. Brittany let her ride out her orgasm, marveling at the way her muscles spasmmed against her fingers as each wave passed through her. She slid her fingers out and Santana let out a satisfied sigh as her body relaxed. The girls looked at each other, and let out breathless laughs.
"That was incredible Britt," Santana panted, smiling up at her.
"You're incredible San," she responded lightly, her blue eyes sparkling magnificently, and she leaned forward and kissed her girlfriend one last time.
They pulled up to Jeremy Fisher's house two hours later and the party was in full swing and surprisingly packed. Santana had made the decision beforehand not to drink too much since she still had to drive them home. That and she didn't want to be a hysterical mess. The first thing Brittany did when they walked into house was head straight to wherever there was dancing while Santana made her way to the bar. She grabbed drinks for the both of them and quickly made her way back to her dancer. She stood at the edge of the crowd and simply watched how the music moved through Brittany. She was so graceful and effortless with her movements and Santana just stared at her in awe. Brittany caught Santana's eye and danced over to her.
"You look amazing out there," she doted as she handed Brittany her drink.
"Thanks," Brittany beamed at her. "You should join me," she insisted with a playful smile. Just when Santana put her drink down to let Brittany lead her to the dance floor, Puck threw his arms around both of the girls' shoulders, pressing his weight down on them.
"There you are!" he said loudly, obviously buzzed. "I was looking all over for you! I need you two gorgeous ladies to come with me please." he added with a mischievous grin, and led them into another room. They reached a spacious room that Santana assumed was the game room. There was a huge TV screen with numerous gaming systems and a long leather couch in front of it. There was a foosball table and pool table in the center of the room, both surrounded by people. Towards the back there was a ping-pong tournament going on and right beside it was a bar. Puck directed them towards it and poured a couple shots of tequila. He wiggled his eyebrows at them before raising the glasses above his head.
"Booody shoooooottts!" He bellowed wildly as everyone in the room hooted and hollered, throwing their cups in the air. A couple guys hastily cleared off the pool table, and the two girls cast each other wicked grins as they danced over to the space provided for them. Several guys gladly helped them up, and they continued to dance provocatively while Puck scrounged around for some limes. Brittany pressed her body up against the Latina's backside, placing one arm across her ribs, right below her breasts, and the other running down her side with her thumb tucked into the waist line of the Latina's tiny shorts. They grinded their hips against each other to the rhythm of the blaring music until Puck came over, having successfully located the lime slices.
"Alright Brittany, lay your fine ass down!" he commanded her playfully. Brittany tossed back a shot, slipped her top off over her head, exposing her crystal blue bra, and threw it on Puck's head before laying down on the green felt. By now all the guys were hollering like idiots and several of them had whipped out there phones and started recording. They can look but they can't touch, Santana thought to herself, ...she's alllll mine. Santana smiled at the thought as she kneeled down and straddled her girlfriend, grabbed the lime from Puck, and placed it gently in the girl's mouth. Puck poured the salt right at the top of Brittany's cleavage and and Brittany watched as Santana leaned down with a seductive smile and slowly licked the salt up with her silky tongue, lingering a little longer than what was required. She grabbed the shot from Puck and threw it back before leaning back down take the lime from Brittany's mouth, their lips lightly brushing, leaving both wanting more. After the second shot, she leaned over Brittany once more. But instead taking the lime from her with her mouth, she grabbed the lime and tossed it aside wanting to taste the lime on her girlfriend's lips instead. She closed the small space between them and kissed Brittany's smiling mouth, the tang of the lime tingling her lips. She rolled her eyes at the increased uproar this caused, as all the guys whooped and high-fived each other. Boys, she thought before reluctantly pulling away from the blonde, not wanting to go any further with an audience in respect to Brittany and herself. After they had their fill of body shots, they got a ping-pong tournament going, for the ones still sober enough to play, and Santana schooled everyone who challenged her, much to her delight.
When she started to feel a little too drunk for comfort, she decided to slip away to get some water, to sober up a little. She made her way through the crowd and into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. She suddenly found all the people and music suffocating, so she exited the house through kitchen door and found herself in the backyard. She made her way down to a large swimming pool, and slipped off her shoes before plopping down on the ledge, letting her legs dangle in the water. She let the April night envelop her in its comforting stillness as she drank her water, swaying her legs slowly. She closed her eyes and leaned back on her hands, breathing deeply, perfectly at ease. This night was definitely what she needed. She willed her mind not think of anything but how nice the warm breeze felt against her face and the feel of the cool water surrounding her legs for the duration of the fifteen minutes she was out there, until she suddenly felt like she was being watched.
"You shouldn't be out here alone Santana," a deep voice spoke suddenly from behind, causing her heart to stop. She wheeled her upper body around to find Puck standing a couple feet behind her, looking quite sullen.
"Jesus Puck! Didn't your mom ever tell you it's rude to sneak up on people?" Santana panted clutching her chest.
"I mean it. Come back inside," he said seriously, all traces of the Puck from the party gone. She wasn't familiar with this side of Puck, and wasn't quite sure how to react.
"When did you become so concerned?" she asked, amused at his uncharacteristic display of affection towards her.
"I just- I don't want to lose you, San," he replied. Ahh...so the tin man does have a heart, she thought to herself. "Look, I know I act like all this isn't affecting me, but it is. And after Lauren..." he paused and looked down at his feet, furrowing his brow, before continuing, "...I can't lose you too."
After hearing all the hurt he'd been harboring, she got up to embrace her friend in a comforting hug.
"Hey... you don't need to worry about me," she said soothingly. "...I have razor blades hidden in my hair," she said in a lighter tone to try and brighten his mood. Sure enough, he broke the hug and smiled down at the Latina.
"Yeah? Where else are you hiding things?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows. ...And there's the Puck that I know. She rolled her eyes and smiled in response before pulling on his arm to lead them back inside.
By now the party was dying down. Half the people had already left and Santana decided she was ready to leave as well. So she said her goodbyes to Puck and went out in search of Brittany. She found her a couple minutes later sitting on a couch talking to a guy Santana had never seen in her life.
"-don't understand why they're called M&M's because they're W's too. So... shouldn't they be M&W's? Like, what makes M's so special?" she was saying as Santana walked up behind her, chuckling lightly at her girlfriends adorableness. She put her hand on Brittany's shoulder to make her presence known. Brittany turned to look at the sudden contact to find a tan hand resting on her shoulder. Knowing that hand better than her own, she felt her heart flutter, as she looked up to find her girlfriend standing next to her.
"Hey San!" she beamed, smiling up at her.
"Hey babe," she smiled back sweetly, before turning her attention to the burly guy Brittany had made company with. "Who the hell is this?" She asked curiously, looking him over. He was a big guy with dark features and was in serious need of a razor. He looked like he'd been out of high school for a while, and she wondered what the hell he was doing at a high school party.
"Oh! This is Zakhar Vaseline. Isn't that a funny name?" she asked rhetorically. "He's from Russia... which is not the same as Prussia," she said happily, bouncing in her seat. He chuckled before correcting her.
"It's Vasiliev, actually," he said with a heavy accent, talking to Santana. She nodded to pretend like she actually gave a shit how his last name was pronounced. But honestly, the guy gave her the creeps, though she didn't know exactly why.
"So what are you doing here?" she asked, not bothering to be pleasant anymore.
"I'm studying abroad at the high school," he stated matter-of-factly.
"No I didn't mean-," she started and then registered what he had said. "Wait, you go to McKinley?" she asked.
"You seem surprised," he said.
"Well it's just that, I've never seen you before," she explained. That, and you look like you're pushing thirty.
"Well I've seen you," he said never taking his eyes off her. Santana felt the hair on the back of her neck rise and she shifted uncomfortably, not knowing how to respond to that unsettling comment. "You cheer, yes?" he asked, sensing her discomfort. "I saw you at the football games."
"Oh... right," she replied, still not at ease, then turned to Brittany.
"Are you ready to leave?" she asked her, wanting to put some distance between herself and the Russian gorilla.
"Yes," she said, and rose from the couch. "See you later, Zakhar!" she said with a wave as Santana started pulling her towards the door. Santana could feel his eyes on her as they walked away, and when she looked back over her shoulder, he was staring directly at her with a chilling smile across his broad, hairy face. She doubled her speed as she led them to her car, and threw herself into her seat. She chewed on her lip while she waited for Brittany to get in the car. When she finally finished settling into her seat, Santana turned to her, flustered.
"What the hell Britt," she said more as a statement than a question. The blonde just gave her a puzzled look and Santana continued, "What were you doing talking to that guy?"
"What? He's nice," she replied innocently. That was yet another reason why she loved Brittany so much. She passed no judgment and gave love freely, no matter the persons shape or the amount of hair on their neck. But that could be dangerous if she trusted the wrong person. And these were times when no one could be trusted.
"Well I don't want you talking to him anymore," she said protectively.
"Why not?" Brittany returned, looking confused.
"I just don't trust him," she said firmly. "Please, just promise me you won't," she almost begged, with worry in her eyes.
"Okay San, I won't," she replied soothingly, not wanting her girlfriend to fret anymore. Santana breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into her seat.
"Good. Thank you," she said and reached out to give Brittany's hand a quick squeeze. "I just don't want anything to happen to you," she said with a small smile before putting the car in gear.
The rest of the car ride, Brittany talked animatedly about her night, and Santana just sat back and listened, glad that she had fun, until they pulled up to Santana's house again. It took a lot of lying and convincing to Brittany's parents for them to allow her start spend the night at Santana's house again once they told them the truth about their relationship. But Santana had assured them that they wouldn't do anything inappropriate, which was not true, and that her parents had them under video surveillance at all times, which was only half true since Santana's room was not, and her parents never viewed the tapes anyways. But thankfully, Brittany's parents had cautiously agreed. I mean, they were still best friends after all. They walked up the marble steps to the front door and Brittany waited as Santana put her key in the lock. Brittany saw the brunette's brow furrow when she turned the key, and she froze in place, deep in thought.
"What is it San?" Brittany asked her earnestly.
"Did I lock the door when we left?" she asked, troubled, staring at the already unlocked door. Brittany tried searching her brain but came up with nothing.
"I don't remember..." was all she offered.
"I could've sworn I did..." she trailed off and started chewing on her lip.
"Do you think someone was in your house?" Brittany asked anxiously. Santana considered the possibility before shaking her head.
"No, 'cause the alarm would've went off." she reasoned. "It's fine. I must've just forgotten to lock it," she said as she turned the handle to go inside. They walked into the dark house and Santana punched in the code and glanced around to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary, just to be safe. When she was satisfied, she looped her pinky through Brittany's and they continued to her room. They quickly did what they needed to in the bathroom then returned to the bedroom to finish getting ready for bed. Santana threw on a tiny gray tank and red, plaid boxer shorts before she groggily made her way to the bed, drained from all the excitement of the night, and face planted into a pile of feather pillows. Brittany put on a loose t-shirt and some pink and white stripped boy shorts and, realizing how tired she actually was, gratefully joined her girlfriend, falling backwards onto the bed. They laid there in comfortable silence for a moment before Brittany turned towards the darker girl.
"Hey San?" she said quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace.
"Mhmm?" the Latina muffled a response, not wanting to move.
"Thanks for tonight," said simply. Santana lifted her head and gave her a sweet smile.
"Anything for you babe," she said gently before letting out a long yawn and placing her head back on the pillows. Brittany decided to pull back the covers, with little help from the sleepy Latina, so the girls didn't fall asleep on top of them. Santana curled up underneath the covers and Brittany habitually took her place behind her. She slipped her long arm underneath Santana's darker one to hold her tightly to her and tucked her legs into the shorter girl's. She breathed in the warm, exotic scent of brown sugar and coconuts. The familiar scent was always a comfort to Brittany, and she smiled contentedly against the Latina's warm neck. She leaned over the girl and gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face before planting a delicate kiss on her temple. Santana smiled serenely in her dream-like state and buried herself even further into Brittany, feeling that, in this perfect moment, everything was all right in the world.
"I love you Brittany," she sighed.
"I love you too San," she whispered back.
And they drifted off into a peaceful sleep, in the safety of each other's arms.