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Isabella was drawing a picture when Santana knocked on her door, "Hi, Mija." She said softly. Her daughter's big, brown, doe-eyes got bigger at the sight of her mother.

"Mamita!" She ran into Santana's arms, "I missed you, mommy!" Santana laughed.

"Sweetie, you just saw me at dinner."

"But that was like… forever ago." Isabella started to twirl her fingers around Santana's long, loose curly locks. "Can you brush my hair?" She asked excitedly. The Latina women placed kisses around her daughters face as she started to giggle, "Too many kisses mommy!" She laughed out hugging the older women tighter.

"I kiss you because I love you." She placed one more on her daughter's cheek before she sat her down at her dresser. She started to brush at the little girl's thick, curly, hair.

"I like your hair mommy." Santana smiled,

"I like your hair. " Santana said proudly, " In fact, My hair looked just like yours when I was your age. Your uncle used to pull at it and call me names because it was so curly. But the older you get, you grow to love it."

"Really?"

"Yup, and I want you to know that your hair is absolutely beautiful. It won't look like everyone's… but that doesn't make theirs any better than yours." Isabella nodded looking at her mother through the dresser mirror.

"Mommy…" She asked hesitantly.

"Yeah Mija?"

"Why aren't you and daddy married?" The question caught Santana off guard,

"Mija, um, I don't like daddy enough to marry him," Or at all for that matter.

"But why? Jenny and Noelle's mommy and daddy are married…" Santana took a deep sigh.

"I'll explain when you get older-"

"Tell me now," Isabella said shyly.

"Baby, you won't understand just yet-"

"Yes I will mommy! I promise." Santana put the hairbrush back down on the dresser and sat on the bed.

"Come here, Mija." She reached her arms out and Isabella climbed into her lap, nuzzling into Santana's body. "Sweetie, mommy… I don't…" In your speak… "Mommy doesn't really like daddies…"

"Like boys?"

"Exactly," Santana played with Isabella's hair waiting for her daughter to say something,

"But you're supposed to." She looked up at her mother. Santana opened her mouth but then closed it, trying to figure out to explain this.

"Well, you like football, right? But society says that as a little girl you're supposed to like ballet… and what if I didn't let you play with your uncle because you're suppose to like ballet?" Isabella blinked a few times thinking.

"That's not fair… I wouldn't like that, I don't like ballet. Or Barbie's." She added.

"You're absolutely right, it's not fair. And it's not fair for me to suppose to like men."

"Yeah! It's not!" Santana was surprised by her daughter's sudden rage. Isabella jumped from her mother's lap and went to put on her shoes.

"Mija, what are you doing?"

"We gotta go have a talk with Society." She stomped her feet and went to get one of her hoodies. Santana started to laugh at her daughters sass. God, she's too much like me. I'm in for trouble ten years from now.

"Mija, take your shoes off and come here so I can tuck you in." Isabella looked at the door as to say that she was considering leaving the house,

"But mommy-"

"Now," Santana said one last time. Isabella did as she was told and climbed into her bed. Santana walked to the side of her. She leaned over and placed a kiss on her daughter's cheek. "I appreciate your optimism, but things are changing slowly."

"They are? See, someone already had a talk with society." Santana started to walk toward the door but was stopped by her daughter's voice once more. "Mommy?"

"Hmm?"

"So… if you don't like boys… do you like girls?" Fuck. Santana bent back down to her daughters side.

"Yes Mija, I do." Well, not really girls… Isabelle turned her head to her mother and smiled.

"Ok, good night mommy." She gave Santana multiple kisses on her face. "I kiss you because I love you."

"I love you too."

The Latina made her way into the kitchen to get a cup of water and found her brother sitting at the living room table with four books, a notebook and his laptop. "It's due tomorrow, isn't it?"

"Yup." He said quickly. "I'm kind of glad I don't live on campus, I'd never get anything done."

"Like you get shit done here," She scuffed running the faucet.

"Well, yeah but it would be worst on Campus." Santana chuckled,

"Does Brittany live on campus?" She asked quietly. Dominic glanced,

"Yeah, she lives in the co-ed dorms though. I hate that…you both have been asking about each other a lot."

"I asked one question, calm down." Santana's voice drifted off, "What did she ask about me?"

"Um, if you had a girlfriend, and I told her you don't really do girlfriends-"

"But I do though; it's just that sometimes I just prefer to have sex."

"Is it really sex, San?" He asked in sarcastic tone.

"Yes, Dom, it really is." She couldn't hide her attitude.

"I'm just asking cuz like…you just use your fingers. I can do that."

"We are not having this conversation." Dominic laughed.

"So are you like the guy in the relationship?"

"Dom-"

"I just wanna know, cuz you don't dress like a guy but you're pretty aggressive, and mean. And you really sex."

"So that means I'm the guy?"

"Kind of." He smiled as well did Santana.

"I'm mutual." She answered with a laugh. He shrugged going back to his paper. Santana started to walk away at that time but Dominic called to her from the living room.

"Do you want to go on a double date with me and Britt? I know this girl you might like and she's kind of shy-"

"Is she gay? Don't hook me up with a straight girl."

"Yes she's gay, but she doesn't know how to get in the game. But she's cute as hell; I think you'd like her."

"Ok," Santana said reluctantly. "When? So I can get mom to come and babysit."

"Friday night," Santana nodded before heading to her room.

Brittany and Dominic laid in her bed the next day watching TV. Dominic reached over to run his hand up her bare thigh. Brittany tensed up and started to push his hand away from her inner thigh. "Dominic, c'mon. You're making me not want to wear pajama shorts in front of you." He laughed.

"They just do something to me." He placed a kiss on her cheek, and then moved to her lips. "You just look so good." Brittany giggled lightly not liking where this was going. "C'mon, real quick Britt." He placed himself on top of her and began to feel up her shirt.

"Dominic, not right now."

"Why not?"

"It's 2 pm and I have class in an hour. I don't wanna smell like sex." Dominic pushed himself off of her and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Bullshit." He said, "You never want to have sex."

"We've had sex before; I just don't want this relationship to be all about that."

"It's not, you know it's not."

"Do I? Every time we're together you want to have sex and I just want to be with you." That was definitely a lie. Brittany was starting to cringe at the thought of even being around Dominic, and the idea of them having sex made her sick at night. And it was becoming harder and harder to control her thoughts of Santana. Dominic ran his fingers through his hair and got up.

"Whatever Britt." He grabbed his coat and stormed out.

Santana could barely keep her attention on her case study. She hadn't thought about a girl this much since high school. Shake it off, Santana! She's your brother's girlfriend. She kept thinking to herself. So she went back to her case study, Mitchell is a 9 year old boy whose mother can barely afford- It was no use, she'd been that sentence for an hour. Brittany would not get off her mind, and she didn't even know anything about her. Maybe that's why she couldn't get her off her mind, she had so many questions. Why are you with my brother? Are you happy with him? How gay are you, exactly? Why won't you get out of my head? It's not supposed to be like this. Santana let out a sigh and sat back in her chair. She pulled her bottom lip with her teeth as her thoughts shifted once more. Brittany's skin tone was pale, but it was so beautiful. And her eyes, when Santana looked into them the other night she swore she could have drown in them, or become hypnotized. The Latina started to feel bad when she started to think about what she would do to Brittany in bed, and she got a pleasurable ache between her legs. She closed her legs tightly trying to make it go away. Snap out of it! She told herself, but she couldn't. She pictured Brittany in her bed, slowly getting naked and begging for Santana to touch her. Santana threw her head on the desk trying to make the images go away.

Santana came home late the night to find Dominic smoking in the family room. "The hell Dominic, I don't want Isabella to get second hand smoke." She started to wave the smoke away, "Or even think that it's okay to smoke. Put it out or take it down the street." Santana took the cigarette away from him and put it out. "New house rule, not smoking."

"You have got to be shitting me."

"Nope, sure not," She went to her bedroom and changed into a pair of baggy grey sweats and form fitting tank top with her sports bra. Then she headed to the kitchen to start dinner. "Mom should be bringing Bella back in about 20 minutes; you think she'd like spaghetti?" Dominic shrugged. "Ok… what's up?"

"Brittany won't let me fuck her." Santana blinked.

"Maybe it's because you refer to sex as fucking." She hissed running water and filling a pot to boil.

"Well that's what it is."

"But there are better ways to refer to is at. Having sex, making love… but when you say fucking you sound like a 16 year old boy trying to get off." Dominic huffed. Santana walked over to him and sat down crossing her legs. "Does she have to have sex with you?"

"It'd be nice."

"Dominic, you can't rush or force a girl to have sex with you."

"I'm not forcing her and we've already had sex." Santana nodded her head understanding,

"So because the two of you have already had sex, you think she's obligated to do it with you every time you guys are together? Yup, that sounds fair."

"I don't need your attitude,"

"That doesn't mean you're not gonna get it." Santana threw her head forward and wrapped her hair in a messy bun. "You just need to be patient, what happened today."

"We were in her room and I just wanted to touch her or something, and she pretty much told me no."

"And you can't get made at for that Dom,"

"You're one to talk, you're always fuckin' girls."

"First off, I fuck women, girls remind me of Isabella and it's creepy. And second, I don't force them. I don't take a girl out and expect them to have sex with me. It's a stupid expectation to have, and if Brittany is worth it then you'll drop it. She'll come around."

"You think?" Santana nodded getting up to put the pasta in the pot. Dominic got up and went to kitchen, "I'll cook; you've worked all day. I can handle making spaghetti." Santana smiled,

"Awesome, just remember not to mix the sauce the noodles, Isabella won't eat it like that." Dominic nodded his head as Santana walked out to watch TV.

Brittany rested in her bed looking up at the ceiling, why couldn't she just give Dominic what he wanted. They'd done it before, and it wasn't a big deal. But afterward, she felt empty. Like nothing had just happened, and she never wanted to feel like that again. She wanted to have mind blowing sex and then feel like she was on top of the world or something like that. But sex had never been like for her. She's always felt used after, or unwanted. She covered her face with her hands and groaned. What the hell was going on with her? And why was it that whenever Dominic put his hands on her she wished they were Santana's?

Friday night rolled around sooner than expected and Santana was actually nervous. Her best friend, Quinn sat on her bed and watched her get dressed. "I can't believe you're going out with a 19 year old." Santana scuffed,

"Brittany's 19, Brandy: my date is 18."

"You're a cradle robber."

"Shut up, Q. She's legal and I'm not going to have sex with her. Dominic said she was shy about girls and I'm just gonna give her some experience."

"Don't give her too much experience." Santana smiled shifting her weight to move her hair out of the way for her to put on her earrings. Isabella ran in and sat next to Quinn.

"I wanna go on the date!" She said. Santana chuckled.

"You can't sweetie; I and your uncle will be back by 12. And Auntie Q is going to take good care of you, be good, and be nice, please?" Isabella glanced at Quinn, then shook her head yes before climbing into her lap.

"We can make cupcakes Q!" She beamed. Quinn laughed,

"We'll think of something." Santana was now glancing at herself in the mirror smoothing her dress out a few times. She wore a black tube dress that hugged her curves, with a heart necklace and pink high wedged heels. She teased her hair a few times, which was now straight with side bangs, so it wouldn't look so flat and perfect. She finally turned around to the two behind her.

"How do I look?" Quinn mouthed to her,

"Sexy!" While Isabella clapped excitedly,

"Very pretty, muy bonita!" Santana smiled at Isabella's Spanish getting better. Dominic stepped inside,

"Hey are you-Damn!" She shouted, Santana giggled a bit, "Brandy is going to do my homework for a whole semester when she sees what I hooked her up with!" Santana rolled her eyes, took one last look in the mirror, gave Isabella a long kiss on the cheek, and headed out the door with her brother.

Brittany and Brandy were waiting for the two outside their dorm, Santana got out of the car. "Where are you going?" Dominic asked, she glared at her brother,

"To go and say hi and then open the door them you ass," She slammed it shut and walked over to the two girl. Brittany had to stop her eyes from bugging out when she saw Santana, she couldn't even hear what Brandy was saying anymore. Brandy tapped on Brittany getting her attention,

"She's for me?!" She whispered causing Brittany to laugh, "Hi Brittany," Santana greeted her. She couldn't believe the beauty that stood in front of her, Brittany's eyes had seemed to get bluer, and Santana was starting to think it was because of her black, Smokey eye liner and shadow that she had on. Brittany wore a red halter dress that made her breast look amazing and a pair of matching pumps. The blonde contained the huge smile that wanted to emerge and gave Santana a half smile and waved. Santana look toward the girl with caramel colored skin, and kinky black hair. She was just as beautiful as Brittany, Santana had to admit. She had beautiful brown eyes and a body that Santana wouldn't have minded taking home with her. She smiled at the girl and walked over to her. "I'm Santana, and you must be my date." Brandy smiled at her as well.

"Brandy." Santana took her hand and led her to the front seat.

"Brittany, you and my brother will be in the back, okay?" She nodded. When Santana noticed that Dominic wasn't getting out of the car she rolled her eyes and opened the passenger seat and the back door for both women.

The car ride couldn't have been worst for Brittany. Dominic and her sat close, and he kept reaching over to grip and squeeze at her thigh. "You look so sexy, tonight." He whispered into her ear. Santana looked into the mirror and saw the uncomfortable look on Brittany's face as her brother man handled her. The Latina hissed, "Dominic!" That was enough for him to back away and give Brittany some space, and she suddenly felt like it was ok okay to breathe. She glanced at the mirror and found Santana's still on her.

"Thank you," She mouthed.

I hope you guys enjoyed, next chapter we'll see more of the date and more into Brittany and Santana!

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