A/N ~ Don't own Glee
This story contains a D/D established relationship, which includes spanking. If you don't like this type of story or are under age, consider yourself warned. Rated M.
Established Brittana/Faberry relationships, both featured.
Chapter 3 Strike Two
Santana's incredibly relaxed mood after last night's love making session with Brittany came to a screeching halt when she walked out of the bathroom after her shower to find the blonde sitting on the edge of the bed talking to Marisol.
"How is the swelling? Any discoloration? Yes, definitely keep it wrapped and keep applying ice, yes 20 minutes on and 20 minutes off."
Santana stalked into the walk in closet and mimicked, "20 minutes on and 20 minutes off, keep it wrapped, fucking bitch!" The Latina was more than aggravated, she knew Marisol had been an athlete, she knew how to treat a sprained ankle without calling Britt for advice. It was just part of her helpless act that was seriously grating on San's last nerve.
She dressed slowly and tried to get her anger and irritation under control. She didn't want to stir up trouble and stress B out especially after she seemed so relaxed and peaceful after yesterday.
It was just sometimes the tall blonde dancer could be so naïve about people. Not everyone was all pure and sweet like Britt was. Santana just wished Britt could see Marisol had other plans for the blue eyed blonde that included dancing but more of the horizontal mattress mambo kind than anything else.
The whole situation was infuriating Santana Lopez; she was used to protecting what was hers. This Marisol was a sneaky bitch and Brittany had completely fallen for her act. To top it all, Brittany had already warned Santana on more than one occasion to stay out of it. Overtly defying B would lead to all kinds of trouble, the kind the dark haired beauty was trying not so patiently to avoid!
They were supposed to meet Q and Rachel at the Lima Bean for coffee this morning and Santana was grateful for any distraction from thinking about pounding in Marisol's face.
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Monday actually went well and Santana had a lot of fun in Glee so she was quite relaxed driving Brittany to the dance studio: Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays being the blonde's days to teach classes.
Brittany was in back setting up for class when Marisol walked into the studio and smirked at Santana who was the only other one there.
Santana was determined to keep her cool so she merely nodded and looked back to the stack of CD's she was looking at before Marisol entered.
Marisol had other plans. Everyone knew of Santana's temper and part of the plan was to make Brittany angry enough at the brunette to dump her. Then Marisol planned on waltzing in and picking up the pieces along with one very sexy, tall, cool, blonde dancer. She could handle Santana she thought, that part of the equation was a piece of cake. All she needed to do was get Santana to attack her in front of Brittany and the blonde would be hers.
Noting that Brittany was nowhere to be found, she sidled up to Santana and started pushing her buttons, "Wow, every time I turn around I see you Lopez. Always when Brittany is around as well, afraid of something?"
Santana inwardly seethed but ignored the girl.
"Now that I think of it, when it's not you with Brittany it's your two loser friends; Fabgay, the whore trying out for the Teen Mom show and her big nose loud mouthed Jew friend Berry."
Santana slowly set the CD she was holding back on the table and counted to ten in her head. She closed her eyes and thought of Brittany's reaction to her shutting this bitch's mouth for her but she had never let an outsider attack Q. The hobbit was part and parcel with Q by extension; no way would she let that comment pass, "Seriously Alvarez? A low class little puta like you calling Quinn Fabray the whore? I heard the dudes at Carmel invented a new sexual position called the Alva after you. It requires the suerte chica to lay face down and wear two bags on her head, in case the first one rips." She casually turned back to the CD's and started browsing through them again.
Marisol leaned forward and hissed at Santana, "If you're so worried about losing your girl, why don't you just put a collar and leash on her. Huh Lopez, makes the bitches easier to control."
Santana swung around and got inches from Marisol's face, "You ever refer to Brittany as a bitch again and I will wipe that smirk right off your fucking face."
Marisol had planned it perfectly as Brittany walked out just in time to see Santana all up in the other girl's face. She couldn't hear what was being said but she recognized when San was about to go all Lima Heights on someone and moved quickly to intervene, "What the hell is going on here?"
"Nothing Brittany, it's nothing; I just don't think I can be here when she is here anymore." She said pointing to Santana, screwing up her face and forcing a look of fear, she burst into tears and grabbing her gym bag she quickly left the studio.
"What the hell did you say to her Santana!" Brittany turned to her girlfriend disapproval clearly written on her beautiful features.
"Oh please tell me you didn't fall for that bullshit she just pulled. I've seen better acting on those cheesy telenovela's mi abuela watches every day. Santana was starting to realize a little too late she had been setup big time, "Seriously B, did you even notice she wasn't even limping when she stormed out?"
"I am so disappointed in you San, I asked you at least twice to stay out of it and let me handle Marisol! I don't need a bodyguard and I cannot understand how you can still be jealous when I have told you over and over that I am not interested in anyone but you. This is not just a job for me Santana, this is what I want to do with my entire life! I don't really need you threatening every client that looks at me. Can you imagine the reputation the studio would get if you go around punching every attractive woman that comes to me for dance lessons?"
"I didn't start anything with her Brittany! I was minding my own business when she started shit with me!" Santana said hotly.
Brittany crossed her arms and searched Santana's face, "I believe you, I trust you, but you can be overprotective. Can you honestly tell me you didn't threaten her?"
Santana opened her mouth to protest and then closed it quickly, damnit she had been totally outflanked by that fucking little…..
"I'm sorry B, I totally should have just kept my mouth shut and walked away when she came in. I didn't mean to cause you trouble and I respect that you want to be a professional dancer, I won't do it again, I promise."
"Thank you, I accept your apology but it is Marisol you need to apologize to!"
"No way, you didn't hear the things she said to me and the things she said about Q and Rachel." She sputtered indignantly.
"You're right Santana; I didn't hear her say a thing. So call me when you have apologized to Marisol for threatening her."
"You can't be serious, that's not fair!"
"What's not fair is that I asked you to let me handle Marisol and clearly you don't trust me or think me capable of handling myself. I am going be dancing for a long time Santana, I will be around attractive men and women all the time, around people who find me attractive as well. How are we going to survive as a couple if you don't trust me?"
Santana found herself at a loss for words. She looked helplessly at Brittany clearly in despair, "I love you B and I do trust you, always, it's whores like Marisol I don't trust, she's manipulative and…."
"So you trust me but you think I am too stupid to see through someone trying to manipulate me?"
Santana looked horrified, "Madre de Dios, I NEVER said that! I don't think you're stupid, I think she's manipulative."
Brittany shook her head in aggravation, "Marisol Alvarez is not the problem here! Your jealousy is! We have zero chance of a happy life together if you don't get it under control. I love you and only you. That will never change but I will not be with someone who doesn't respect me or trust me. Go home Santana and think long and hard about the future you want with me. Call me when you've apologized to Marisol." Brittany walked off sadly with tears in her eyes.
Santana felt like she had been sucker punched in the gut. She had been totally played. That fucking little bitch had set her up. She and Brittany were destined to be together forever. Santana was seeing red so she decided to go home before she committed justifiable homicide.
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Rachel opened the door to find a wild eyed Latina on her doorstep and she freaked out and slammed the door back shut again with a loud squeak.
"The fuck Berry?" Santana stood there rubbing her nose.
The diva put on the chain and opened the door carefully a crack, "First of all, who are you angry with?"
A loud string of curse words in Spanish erupted from the Latina and all Rachel could make out was Marisol Alvarez. Making up her mind, she closed the door, unchained it and opened it back up to allow Santana entrance.
"What happened San?" Rachel said sympathetically.
After Santana had told Rachel the whole sad tale, including Brittany's demand she apologize to Marisol, the diva was beside herself with anger, "That horrible, horrible girl! You're right San, she totally set this whole thing up, what an evil despicable worm of a girl!"
The taller brunette just looked on in amusement as Rachel huffed and puffed and paced the floor and uttered completely benign and rather amusing threats. It was actually the only amusing thing that had happened to Santana all day.
"Berry, sit down before you wear a hole in the carpet already."
Rachel came back and sat down next to Santana on the couch. She put her hand on her friend's knee in sympathy, "It drives me crazy! You know how beautiful Quinn is, and how both men and women want her. It makes me feel so insecure, I know I'm not pretty and it scares me that she is going to find someone better than me."
"Quinn loves you! And I will deny saying this, but you are pretty Rachel and you're talented and loyal and fun albeit a little crazy honestly."
Rachel smiled up at her friend, "Don't you see San, that's what Britt is saying to you; she loves you, only you because you're you! You are more than enough for her but she can't deal with you losing it every time someone shows an interest in her."
"I know, Britt said I thought she was too stupid to know when she was being manipulated but that's not it Rachel, not at all! She is good, through and through, she only sees the good in people. B trusts people even when she shouldn't and has been hurt in the past. I have always looked out for her, how do I just stop doing that now?"
"You don't but you let her handle the people like Marisol that will come and go because they have no chance with Brittany. The only one who can ruin things with Brittany is you San!"
"Fuck my life, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Santana! Language already!" Rachel admonished.
"This means I have to apologize to that puta or risk losing Britt!" Santana moaned putting her aching head in both hands.
"Unfortunately, I think that's accurate Santana, I really don't see any way around it." Rachel sympathized, "Would you like me to go with you?"
"Fuck that, B didn't say I had to do it in person, I'm calling the bitch. You can be my witness if that's ok?"
Rachel nodded her agreement.
Santana pulled out her cellphone and dialed Marisol's number that she had stolen from Brittany's cell phone the other night. She put it on speakerphone and waited until Marisol answered and put her finger to her lips letting Rachel know to be very quiet.
"Alvarez, it's Santana." She said smoothly.
"What the fuck do you want Lopez?"
"I wanted to apologize for threatening you at the dance studio." The Latina spit out through gritted teeth.
Marisol started laughing at Santana, cackling was more like it Rachel thought.
"Oh Lopez, this is priceless, did the little woman make you call and apologize? You are more pussy whipped than I thought. It is going to be so much fun when I take your girl from you. I thought it would be a challenge but honestly, it's almost too easy."
"Yeah well, I'm still sorry for threatening to cut you. Oh wait, I only thought that. Anyway, have a good day now Alvarez." Santana hung up before the other girl had a chance to speak.
"I admire anyone who can get in a few good threats while actually issuing an apology. You really have to teach me some of your tricks." Rachel said in complete admiration.
Santana chuckled wryly, "So you heard me apologize if Britt checks with you and you'll leave out the threat parts?"
"Of course Santana I am not stupid you know and I am on your side here!" The diva huffed.
Santana got up to leave and slowly turned back around to Rachel, "Thanks for letting me in tonight and letting me talk it out with you! I'm starting to see what Q sees in you Berry!" She smiled sweetly taking any sting out of her words and quickly left.
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Santana was sitting on Brittany's front door steps when the exhausted dancer got home from class. Brittany was not surprised to see Santana there.
She parked the car and got out slowly and headed up towards the front door, steeling herself for whatever her girlfriend was going to say. Her head said she had to stay firm but her heart just wanted to reach out and hold her girlfriend. Santana looked like someone kicked her puppy.
Before Brittany could say anything Santana spoke up, "I apologized to Marisol for threatening her and I did it nicely, you can ask Rachel is you don't believe me."
Brittany was taken aback and stopped walking, "I don't need to check with Rachel, if you say you apologized I believe you."
"You were right, Marisol is not the problem, my jealousy is and I'm sorry if you felt I didn't trust you or thought you couldn't handle things. I just, I don't know B, you are the most important person in my life since Carmen died and I just feel sometimes like I need to protect you from the world, like I wish I was old enough or good enough to have protected Carmencita."
"Oh baby, Carmen was killed by a drunk driver; there is nothing you could have done." Brittany wrapped her girlfriend up in a warm loving embrace.
They stood there holding each other both remembering the older girl they both loved so much.
Finally Brittany pulled away and looked Santana straight in her eyes, "I don't expect you to be perfect honey and I know you're gonna slip up. I really don't want to have to talk to you about Marisol or your jealousy again or there will be consequences and you will not like them. Do you understand me Santana Maria Lopez?"
"I know." Santana acknowledged, "I know I just wanted to tell you how sorry I was in person. I also wanted to let you know I apologized to Marisol already. I gotta get home. I love you B." She leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on soft lips.
"I love you too baby!" Brittany gently kissed her girlfriends sweet lips back, "Goodnight, I will see you tomorrow."
With that Santana headed home determined not to screw up with Brittany again but across town Marisol Alvarez was fuming and plotting.
I want to punch Marisol myself but a showdown is coming...