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Chapter 4
"Delicious pot roast!" Santana chimed between bites with her best phony grin to Mrs. Pierce. Brittany stared at Santana in amazement of her fake charm, she nearly had her persuaded that she was a goody two shoes.
Mrs. Pierce placed her hand on her chest and said, "Why, thank you so much, Santana! That means a lot!"
Mormons were known for being excessively pleasant, creepily so. Pot Roast was one of the classic Mormon meals. It was easy to toss in the crock pot which meant extra time to devote to family and read scriptures. Felix and Paul started chatting about baseball, and Ella and Susie started comparing crock pot recipes. This gave Santana the perfect opportunity to cop a feel to Brittany under the dinner table. The Latina slowly moved her digits towards Brittany's knee, causing the blonde to flinch, a tingle shooting from her knee to between her legs; causing her to forget to chew and choke on a carrot.
Susie, abruptly stopped her conversation with Ella, "Are you okay, sweetie?"
"Fine, Mom." Brittany waved her Mom away.
Brittany was still disheveled from earlier in the dance studio. She loved being with Santana. So far, she loved everything about her. It felt so right, but why was it so wrong? Her parents had her whole life planned out in front of her. She couldn't disappoint them, they drove her crazy but she was still their daughter and she couldn't fail them. It was one thing for her to muddle around with boys, and have a few make out sessions with girls she didn't know, but she knew all of those instances meant nothing. Brittany had only met Santana yesterday, but things with her felt different. She knew if she let this girl in she would be in deep trouble. Brittany would have to deal with a lot of things she had kept in the back burner so well for so many years.
Santana needed to feel Brittany's skin under her fingertips. She was receiving so many mixed signals from her. Santana took pride in being a proficient in all things sexy. She had one goal: seduce Brittany, and Santana always got what Santana wanted.
"Well!" Paul said obnoxiously.
"I am thoroughly full! Why don't we go into the living room and digest while Susie cleans up!" He nodded to Felix.
Brittany scoffed; she hated what a pig her Dad was. He always expected her Mom to have dinner on the table, clean up afterwards and clean the house daily. It revolted Brittany how complacent her Mom was about the situation. Susie did whatever was told of her, if Paul said jump she would ask "how high?" There were many times Paul would talk down, yell and insult Susie and she said nothing, looking down taking the abuse and enraging Brittany. Many times she had gotten into fights with Paul and had been kicked out of the house. Brittany had regarded her Mother as helpless, and it broke her heart. She felt it was her job to defend her, because Paul had always kicked her when she was down. The Mormon Church was male conquered, and had taught that the man is the "head of the house". The church taught the wife should put god first, husband second and children last. Another one of many teachings Brittany wanted to projectile vomit all over. Brittany heaved herself to stand, taking her and Santana's plates. Paul took he and Felix's plates holding them up to Brittany. Brittany stuck her nose in the air, overlooking him. Santana stood up, courteously taking Paul's plates, following Brittany into the kitchen. Brittany's Mother and Ella were washing up, putting away leftovers. The blonde placed their dishes in the dishwasher, Santana following in her footsteps. The taller girl went to grab a Clorox wipe from the container, when Susie stopped her.
"Brittany, Santana, Thank you very much for offering help. I think Ella and I have it covered. Why don't you show Santana your room, honey?"
"Okay." Brittany gulped, trying her best to hide the panic in her eyes. That meant she and Santana were going to be alone. She didn't know how much resistance she had left in her.
Santana followed Brittany upstairs into her room. It was large, pink walls with a few posters hanging along the walls. It sported a queen size bed with a striped pink comforter, a desk with a lap top, a couch, a large lcd tv mounted on the wall and coffee table.
"So, this is where all of the action happens, huh?" Santana winked as she sat down on the edge of Brittany's bed.
"Why did you take his plate?" Brittany asked bitterly, standing behind her closed door.
"Excuse me?" Santana asked a look of confusion on her face.
"The. Plate. You took my Dad's fucking plate. Why. Why would you do that?" Brittany countered, the frustration from her day dripping into her harsh words. Of course she didn't expect Santana to know her Dad was a grade A Asshole. She was sexually frustrated, pissed off at her Dad and so torn about her feelings with Santana.
"I…was trying to be polite. Sorry?" Santana shook her head.
Brittany exhaled, leaning her head back on the door. They stayed quiet for a few minutes, both of their minds reeling.
"My Dad's a male, chauvinistic bastard. Expecting my Mom to wait on him hand and foot. I can't stand him, he shoves religion down my throat, he insults my mother and it is my responsibility to protect her. I got pissed when I saw you waiting on him. He doesn't deserve your kindness. I know you were just doing it to be a nice guest. You don't know what I know, please next time. Don't do it." Brittany finally expounded, tears brimming in her eyes.
Santana's brows furrowed, "I'm sorry," She whispered, standing up.
"Is it okay if I hug you?" Santana asked, sauntering over to Brittany.
"Yes." She whimpered. Brittany had never told anybody about her Dad. It felt so good to have somebody to tell, to understand. All she needed all of these years was comfort. She never got it; she continuously got kicked out of the house by her Dad and told by her Mom to keep her mouth shut. Santana's arms opened, slipping around the thin girls' abdomen. Brittany enfolded her arms around the smaller girls neck, both tilting their heads into the others shoulder. Brittany took a deep breath, holding so much frustration in. When she let the air out of her lungs, everything she had been feeling came barreling out.
Brittany fit into Santana's arms flawlessly. The Latina had always rolled her eyes in the portion of a movie where the star couple would ramble about how they fit so "perfectly". Yet at this moment she felt she and Brittany fit together like two puzzle pieces that had been lost for years. Brittany's body became tense, starting to shudder. Santana tightened her grip on the blonde, rubbing circles in the middle of her back; attempting to coax her to comfort.
"Shhh.." Santana coaxed as Brittany began to sniffle, Santana could feel tears soaking through her shirt.
"It will be okay, I promise. I won't ever let anything bad happen to you." Santana whispered into Brittany's ear.
The trembling in Brittany's body calmed and her once tense body became considerably more relaxed. Brittany, in her vulnerable state turned her head into Santana's neck, breathing her scent in. It smelled of floral and coconut, intoxicating her. She nuzzled Santana's neck with her nose, causing Santana's head to tilt giving her easy access to her warm skin. Santana growled, pushing her body into Brittany's so she was plastered against the door.
"Santana…" Brittany moaned
Brittany's moan fueled Santana, pressing her leg between the dancers' long muscled thighs. She placed her hands on either side of the door, caging her in; lifting her head and gazing into Brittany's eyes.
"I can't do this." Brittany whimpered.
"You don't like it?" Santana slipped her finger under Brittany's chin, lifting her head so their gazes met. The blondes' eyes were only half open, glazed with lust.
"It's not right." Brittany explained.
"Says who?" Santana retorted back.
Footsteps came trotting up the steps; Brittany propelled forward breaking away from Santana. A knock came to the door, and then it opened.
It was Susie announcing dessert.
Well fanfuckingtastic .Santana wanted to scream.
