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Chapter 4, People from the past
Week 1, Friday
This wasn't how Santana had imagined the three-day-visit from her mother. First it all seemed to go well and she was really starting to think her mother had become more of a nice person. Like friendly even.
The kids were behaving fine. She was actually being very proud of Siera for being reasonable likeable. But above all, she was proud of herself for not getting boiled up or anything.
But it all just had to come to an explosion.
Cause her mother couldn't keep her mouth shut and Siera just couldn't resist challenging her mama on the worst moment.
But Santana couldn't just blame it all on them. A lot of it was also her fault too.
She had barely slept last night. Instead, she was pondering about what happened that evening and how she could have prevented it. She was ashamed of how things went. And it probably wouldn't have happened if she had just been a little braver to see her mother more often and had talked to her like an adult. Her mother and her ways of handling always annoyed her but Santana never did something about it, she just avoided it and saw everything in the negative. She was acting like a child and she should be acting like an adult.
It also wouldn't have happened if she and Brittany had made agreements on how to handle Siera. Did Santana have to get physical now? To get her daughter to listen to her? And how were things supposed to go when Santana wasn't around? Brittany could barely reprimand Siera these days; it would be very tough for her wife.
Santana hadn't been on this enough. She hadn't been caring enough. She needed to figure things out. But first, say goodbye to her mother since she was leaving again.
"I love you Santana," Mia said and tried to hug her uncomfortable daughter as warmly as possible. "And I am sorry I'm though on you sometimes mija, I know I must back off a little," she admitted to her only daughter and wiped away a tear on her face. Santana was quiet since she hadn't expected her mother to be apologizing.
"But you have to find a balance when it comes to raising Siera, together with Brittany," her mother added witch made Santana grin a little because her mother again tried to tell how to do things. Mia thought the same. "Sorry honey," she apologized again but Santana understood.
"I know mom, I know and we'll work on that," she said shyly while looking at her shoes. "I love you too." Her mother smiled proudly at her.
"Bye Bye," Mia said, waved and got in the taxi. Santana sighed relieved and couldn't keep herself from feeling happy that her mother was gone. She turned around and walked towards Brittany and her three beautiful children who were standing a few feet behind her. Watching the taxi leave until it was around the corner.
Week 1, Saturday
"Mommy can I have these?" Tomas asked his mother. He held up a chocolate egg with a funny face on it.
"Sure honey, put it in the basket," Brittany answered and gave her son a pat on his head.
"Thank you mommy," he said, carefully placed it in the basket and ran back to his sisters again who were drooling over the candy department in the supermarket.
"Come on guys, we have enough candy at home," Santana said but had to control herself too to not put those tasty, delicious caramel chocolate rape combination in the basket. It was literally staring at her!
"Oh come on mama, you want them yourself too," Siera chuckled as she pointed accusingly at her mother. Santana smirked of her adorable daughter and played along.
"Absolutely not! I don't want those dirty, tasteless candy things!" she protested and frowned playfully.
"Yes you do mama!" Erin shouted while giggling. "Everybody wants those."
Santana smiled. "Well I have to admit that I do like those a little bit…," she mumbled and three pair of big eyes were waiting for her to continue.
"So I think, because we all have summer vacation, we're going to buy them," she spook fast and the kids jumped of happiness. "Tomas, put them in the basket," Santana ordered her son and he happily applied, ran to his mommy a few aisles away and put the candy, they all loved so much, in the basket. Brittany frowned.
"Owh honey we already have enough candy at home," Brittany said, feeling a little bit guilty because he seemed so happy at the moment but was now losing the smile on his face.
"But mama said that we could have them," Tomas pleaded and now Brittany understood. It was Santana's favorite.
"Oké, if mama said it's ok, than we'll buy them," she said and Tomas got the big smile back in his face again.
"Thank you mommy," he said and ran away, back to his sisters.
"Be careful," Brittany shouted after him.
She sighed but couldn't help the grin on her face. Her wife was such a child sometimes. She loved her for it though. At moments like these she truly felt so happy with everything she had. Her beautiful children, her amazing wife and not to forget her playful dog and the two cats they had, on Brittany's insistence.
When she and Santana were in high school, Santana would stress out when children were around. She called them "little blubber brats" who could not sit still and who had no manners what so ever. But now, many years later, her wife was the most fun around kids. Although sometimes it got a little too much for her, she mostly remained calm.
"Hi babe, do we have everything?" Santana asked while putting an arm around Brittany's waist. Brittany chuckled.
"Yes Hone, we have everything," she answered and kissed her wife's cheek. "But I think I will go back tomorrow to get some more stuff for the party because we miss a few things that are sold out today," she said, grabbing peanut butter from a shelf.
"Let me do that Britt, so you can rest a little at home. You've been stressing way too much over this kids party," Santana said and gave her wife a quick peck on the lips.
"That's sweet of you San," Brittany said and looked adoringly at her wife, who smiled proudly. Glad she could help out.
"Well I should do it more often," Santana said and went serious. "I haven't been helping you enough lately."
"Well honey, that's forgiven, you have worked very hard at the office lately so I understand," Brittany said while they walked towards the checkout, the kids walking in front of them. Santana disagreed.
"No, now I am free, I have all the time in the world to help more, I really should," Santana said back and placed their groceries on the tape. Brittany smiled happily.
Week 1, Sunday.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon at the Berry/Fabray household. The kids were swimming in the pool while their parents sat at the poolside under the parasol, watching them closely.
"Siera, don't bother your brother like that!" Brittany shouted and immediately her daughter stopped splashing water in her brother 's face.
"Yes mommy," she said with a cheeky grin and began splashing Rosie in her face, who dived under water.
Tomas was too young to swim without any help so he swam with help of a float. Santana and Brittany had to keep an extra eye on him, not mainly because he couldn't swim so well but because the girls were playing roughly around him.
"So Britt, are you busy organizing your daughter 's birthday party?" Quinn asked with an exciting smile on her face as she took a sip of her white wine. Brittany gave her a half smile and a half worrying face. Preparing for a party was mostly a stressful activity for her. Luckily, she was almost done with it.
"It's going fine. Santana bought the last supplies this morning at the supermarket and I still have to order the birthday cake but that's it," Brittany told her friend like it was nothing but she was pretty nervous for the party. "I hope it's going to be a success."
"It probably will be, just like the other ones," Quinn assured her because all the other party's Brittany had organized were great so why not this one.
"Well hopefully we won't have a repeat of last year," Brittany said. Last year's party had a terrible ending because their daughters had carried out their plan. With traumatized parents as a result.
"How many kids are there coming this year?" Rachel asked curiously because the amount of children is really important for every parent 's stress level. Brittany pondered for a while.
"Well, let me count, we have three of our own, your two beautiful daughters, my sister is coming and brings her two son's along, Santana 's brother is coming with his daughter and son, and last but not least four friends of Siera and Rosie from their soccer team are coming too. Oh and our parents are coming also so that makes thirteen children and ten adults." She counted with her fingers.
"Many kids," Rachel mumbled anxious while Santana 's eyes got a little bigger at hiring the actual number of kids that were coming.
"The number isn't even the worst," Santana stated. "Those kids from the soccer team are all cheeky monkeys."
Rachel looked scary at the comment but Quinn laughed.
"Well Santana, than you must be great at taming them," Quinn joked but Santana didn't quite understand and crossed her arms. She didn't like it when people made fun of her, especially when it involved her being compared with little children.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she demanded a little frustrated. Brittany laughed and stroked her wife's arm to soothe her a little.
"They're just joked, Babe," she whispered and slowly kissed her wife's cheek.
"Oh come on Santana!" Rachel shouted. "You have been an insulting and rude brat for the main time of your life! You know the way they think and everything."
Santana 's mouth fell open at the statement of the annoying brunette and she turned to Brittany to help her out. Because, if she was going to react to this snarky comment, it wouldn't be without any insults. The kids were a few feet away so she couldn't do that.
"That's not fair Rachel," Brittany came to her wife's support and put an arm around the Latina's neck, it calmed her immediately. "It's not going to be easy but we are with eight adults, sixteen eyes who watch the girls closely. So hopefully, there will be no complications."
"It will go ok," Quinn said while looking intensely at the girls in the pool. Suddenly she stood up and walked to Rosie who was sitting at the side of the pool, having tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong honey?" she asked her daughter and put her hand on her head. Rosie turned around to face her mother and looked sad.
"My eyes hurt mom," she said and began rubbing in her eyes again. Quinn chuckled a little at the sigh of her daughter being so vulnerable all the sudden.
"Let me see," Quinn said and put her hand under Rosie 's chin. "You have been swimming with your eyes open too much sweetheart, you must close them when your under water, you know that," she concluded and helped her daughter up. "Come on let's go inside and clean your eyes a little bit."
The other three women watched as Quinn walked inside with Rosie and gave them a look that assured them that everything 's ok.
An awkward silence took over the three women. Santana took another sip of her wine, Brittany cleaned her sunglasses and Rachel was eagerly trying to see if her wife was coming back already. There was definitely a little tension in the air.
After a few minutes of silence Quinn came back again and Rosie went to sit next to her with a glass of lemonade and visibly red eyes. Luckily, Quinn began to speak again.
"Owh guys I totally forgot to tell you this!" she practically shouted. "Guess how's going to train the girls soccer team from next week and on?"
"Hm, You Quinn?" Santana joked, knowing Quinn couldn't even make out the difference between a goal and a penalty corner. But Quinn didn't respond to the Latina's reaction and got an evil grin on her face.
"Your new neighbor!" she yelled and had a big smile on her face. She had been so excited to see the reactions of her two best friends.
Santana's face fell and her eyes widened. Brittany's hart definitely skipped a beat. After a few confusing seconds, Santana spoke up while Rosie left again to play in the pool.
"What! Sue Sylvester is going to train our girls? Nah nah I don't believe it," Santana stated with her finger in the air and shook her head. This couldn't be true! Sue Sylvester was mean, the four women knew all about it when she was their cheerleading coach in High School.
"All true," Quinn said while holding up her hand to emphasize she was really speaking the truth. "I heard it from one of the moms at the football field last Thursday during training."
"It's going to be terrible," Santana said, feeling very frustrated and turned in herself. "First she is becoming our new neighbor, witch I already couldn't believe and hate. I mean of all the world she is coming to live right next to us next week! And now I must see her at the soccer field too?"
"You don't know how bad it's going to be Santana, maybe she changed, maybe she finally learned to be a nicer person, just like you did," Rachel stated but she only earned herself a nasty glare from the Latina. Brittany didn't like this attitude from her wife.
"San," she said sternly. "Rachel is right. We don't know how it's going to go. I mean at least the girls will be having great trainings and a strict treatment from Sue. It's not bad for them."
Quinn nodded but Santana didn't really listen and got angrier by the second.
"Britt, how can you say that? She tortured us in high school and she's brining up bad memories!" Santana barked and frowned her eyebrows. "I damn hate it!" she shouted and stamped her foot, she was just so heated she couldn't help it. This woman was going to ruin her life and that of her children too!
"Santana, language!" Brittany snapped and gave her wife a disapproving look but it didn't affect the fiery Latina. Santana was so mad; it made Berry blink a few times to fast because of her friend's behavior.
"Honey, maybe you should go for a walk and calm down a bit," Brittany ordered her wife who answered with a quiet "yeah" and stood up to walk out of the garden. Slamming the gate in frustration.
Brittany sighed. Her wife was always so fiery. She loved it about her but sometimes it just got out of hand.
"She can be so overdramatic sometimes," Rachel stated while watching Santana leave. Brittany shook her head.
"I know, she has been a bit on edge since her mother's visit, she a little sensitive," Brittany explained and gave her two shocked friends a reassuring smile.
"She's going to be fine, she just needs to cool off and than she will come back and she probably wants to go home as fast as possible, feeling ashamed of the scene."
Quinn and Rachel chuckled a bit.
"You know her inside out Britt, how could she live without you," Quinn giggled. "But have you ever considered going to boxing lessons with her?"
Monday, week 2
It had already been a few weeks since Brittany and Santana had taken their kids too the hairdresser so they decided now was the right time to go again, since they had nothing else to do that day.
Wendy was a great hairdresser and sort of their friend. She had been their hairdresser for a long time but she always cost the Lopez-Pierce family a lot of money, she was the best hairdresser in town, and frustrations from Brittany's side. Cause Wendy was beautiful, sweet, great with the kids and great with her words; she was a flirt and had her eyes on Santana. So Brittany never let Santana go to Wendy to get her hair done without Brittany also getting her hair done because than the flirting would be less. Santana always though it was pretty hilarious; she never minded to be flirted with by a stranger, it fed her ego and how could she not like that. But Wendy, they had known her for a while now so Santana didn't even notice it anymore. Her wife, on the other hand, always noticed it and seemed to think otherwise; she didn't think it was so funny.
"Do you want some coffee?" Wendy asked Santana and Brittany. Both women answered at the same time but Brittany said "No thanks" and Santana said, "Yes please" in combination with her infamous smile.
"Oké, just a second, I will be right back" Wendy said grinning and went to the kitchen in the back, making sure to wag her hips extra much. "And don't worry Santana, hone, I know your recipe," she said with her flirt voice and Santana laughed.
"I know you do Wendy," Santana replied with a fake flirt voice.
Brittany looked annoyed. She was annoyed with Wendy and with Santana, for knowing she didn't like the way she acted and still did it.
"Britt, she's just joking," Santana told her wife quietly and nudge her in her side. Brittany stepped aside.
"You know I don't think it's funny Santana," she said sternly and looked away. Santana felt guilty.
"Oh I'm sorry Britt-Britt," she said while pouting as she tried to hug her wife. Brittany didn't return the hug but had to smile a little bit. "Can I please kiss my beautiful wife?" the Latina asked the blonde. Brittany shrugged slightly but than nodded.
Santana leaned in and gave her wife a passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you," she said in the kiss.
"I love you too," the blond said and they exchanged loving glances.
"Mommy, Mama can you please stop being so embarrassing!" Siera shouted while holding her hands for her eyes. Both her parents smirked.
"Oh I am sorry, sweetie," Santana said to her daughter. "But your mommy is just such a beautiful woman, Mama can't help it."
Wendy walked back in again, not really understanding all the bright faces she saw but confidant as ever she gave Santana her coffee. Making sure she toughed the Latina's fingers as much as possible while doing so.
"So you guys, who wants to go first?" Wendy asked the kids and gave Santana a wink. But Brittany answered because there would be a discussion otherwise.
"Tomas goes first cause he is the youngest," she said and helped her son up on the chair. Santana gave him his favorite comic book to entertain himself and gave him a kiss on his temple.
Both Santana and Brittany sat on the couch, reading different magazines while keeping an eye on the girls who were watching television; the impressive thing was hanging on the wall. After Tomas was done, it didn't take that long cause of his short hair, it was Erin's turn too sit in the chair and to led her beautiful blond hair be taken care of.
Taking a break from reading, she never had the patience to read a magazine for a long time while waiting; Santana took a look outside the window. And all of the sudden her eyes widened. Did she just see what she though she saw? That feminine walk and that raven hair. Where that Mercedes and Kurt walking by?
Brittany looked at wife. The Latina had an expression on her face, the blonde hadn't seen much lately.
"What's wrong babe?" she asked and Santana turned around to look at Brittany with her eyes still wide open.
"I think I just saw Mercedes and Kurt walking down the street," she said and Brittany immediately jumped of the couch to run to the window to see if their old friends were still somewhere she could see them. Unfortunately, she had no luck.
Brittany pouted a little and sat back but after a few seconds she smiled.
"I would really love to see them again, don't you San?" she asked Santana but the Latina scrunched her nose and was a bit nervous suddenly.
"I don't really now Britt," she answered quietly. "I think it would be really odd." Santana was unusually obsessed with her hands and made much effort to not look Brittany in the eye.
"Hone, why would it be odd?" Brittany asked but luckily for Santana, Erin was done and asked for Santana to pick her up.
"Ah you look beautiful sweetie," Santana cheered and tickled her daughter a little. Than she looked at Brittany who gave her a 'we are going to talk about this later' look.
It was Siera's turn. She almost had the same coupe as Santana.
"Hm, Brittany?" Wendy called and Brittany looked up. "Siera wants a Mohawk, can she get that?" she asked as she tried to hold a laugh of the funny request the little Latina had made.
Brittany smirked. "Absolutely not," she said but Siera didn't think it was that amusing and crossed her arms.
"I want it," she whined but only got some sympatric looks.
"Were did you get that idea Siera?" Brittany asked her daughter although she already had a little idea of what it was.
"I want to have the same haircut as Puck," Siera said as she ran her hand through her hair. All three women snickered and shook their heads in disbelieve.
Noah had always been a family friend since high school. He still had his cleaning pool business and was pretty successful. He also did Quinn's and Rachel's pool ones a week and was very good with the kids, they loved him. He was like a big brother for them just like he had always been, especially for Santana.
"Noah is a boy Honey, and even if you were a boy you wouldn't be aloud to get a Mohawk," Santana said and put Erin on her feet again. "Just give her the regular haircut Wendy."
Siera pouted. "I don't like you mama," she said and scrunched her eyebrows.
"You will thank me later sweetheart," Santana said and got her magazine again.
Everyone was relaxing at home that afternoon. The kids were playing in the garden, Santana was sourcing on the Internet for potential location for her business and Brittany was on the phone with her mom.
It was pretty hot with 34 degrees. So Santana and Brittany had put up the wading pool for the kids. Only Siera and Erin enjoyed swimming in it since Tomas wasn't a water freak like them. He was playing with his toy car on the grass, pretending it was chasing the ants. But suddenly the little boy put some grass into his mouth, wanting to now what it tastes like.
"Tomas, don't eat grass!" Brittany shouted from inside and then walked outside, with the phone still on her ear, to irritably nudge Santana for not paying enough attention to the kids.
"Sorry," Santana hissed and stood up to walk to her son.
"Don't eat grass honey, it isn't food," she told him but the blond little fellow was skeptical about his mother's explanation. He frowned his eyebrows.
"But the cows eat it," he said and looked questionably at his mama. Santana grinned; she was ones again proud at her son for thinking for himself and giving his opinion.
"Very smart kiddo, that is true," she said and went to sit next to him in the grass. "But cows are animals and they produce milk so they have to eat grass." Santana pulled some grass out of the ground and studied it. "We don't eat grass, because we aren't animals and we don't produce milk," she told Tomas and he nodded in understatement. "And also, grass is dirty." She pointed at some mud that was sticking on it. "If you eat it, you might get sick. Now we don't want that to happen. Get it?" she asked and her son smiled, it was a thing they had.
"Got it," he answered and they high-fived.
"Great," Santana said and stood up. "Shall we kick some ball?"
"Yeah, cool!" Tomas chirped and immediately went to grab the ball as he tried to kick it towards his mother.
Santana giggled but tried to hide it. Her son was smart and so sweet but he was definitely not good with the ball. She had been kicking the ball into his direction but she never got the ball back without having to walk about a mile. But he loved it and Santana could never stop loving the bright smiles her son produced at moments like these. He was adorable.
Unfortunately, Brittany calling for Santana soon ended their mother-son time.
"San! There is somebody at the front door, can you open it please?" Santana huffed.
"Sorry little man, I will be back in a bit," she said and walked inside.
While holding her hand on the doorknob she peeked through the little door window to see who it was and almost got a heart attack right there and then. She recognized that blond short haircut, she recognized those strange looking lips and she recognized that smirk. The woman was none other than Sue Sylvester! She looked older; she even had a few more wrinkles here and there. Santana froze. She couldn't do this all alone. What was she suppose to say? How did she have to act? There was only one solution to this.
"Britt! Please get off the phone and help me!" she shouted into the house, not knowing were her wife was. There was no answer. Santana got more and more nervous by the second as the bell rang for the second time and shouted again, this time more desperate than she had hoped she would be. "Brittany!"
Brittany came running to the front door with the phone still on her ear. "What?" she shouted anxiously and expected Santana to be in some sort of disaster like being stuck with a strand of hair to the chandelier on the ceiling, it would not be the first time that it happened.
But Santana was just standing there, in the hallway, looking like she had seen a ghost. She was not wounded, her hair was still in place and she wasn't on the ground or anything either.
Brittany held her hand for the speaker. "What is it?" she mouthed to Santana.
"She is standing at the door!" Santana whispered with fear in her voice as she pointed at the door. And then Brittany understood why her wife was in shock and being overdramatic in her opinion.
"Mom can I call you back later?" she asked her mother on the phone. "Okay, yes, Bye." Brittany sighed.
"Santana, you are overreacting big time, she is not going to eat you or something. What's up with you lately?" she asked with a huff but didn't wait for an answer as she walked to the door. "We'll talk about this later, just behave."
Brittany turned around and opened the door. There she was. Santana flinched a little when Sue Sylvester looked at Brittany first and then at Santana with a smirk on her face.
"Hello Tweedle-Dumb and Boobs McGhee, my lovely new neighbors, I wanted to go over some rules with you, if you don't mind?" the woman said, not even bothering to ask them how they were. She looked shaky. She talked just like in the old days but she didn't have that vibe anymore she had back than. They noticed.
Nevertheless, Santana's eyes narrowed and she immediately got heated up. This just could not be true! Rules? And why was she calling them names again? She wanted to run away from this but couldn't because her sweet blond wife would probably be very angry at her for not at least trying to communicate with Sue Sylvester.
"Hi Sue!" Brittany cheered happily, ignoring that the woman in front of them was not being very nice. "Come in. Do you want some coffee or thee?" she asked while leading Sue into their house. Sue was a little reluctant at first but led herself be invited in.
The tall woman, who was wearing normal clothes, inspected their home closely. She looked at pictures on the side table and tried to absorb everything when walking through the living room.
"Thee please, Coffee is for people who are lazy and not capable to profit energy for themselves," she said.
"I will make it," Santana initiated, barely giving the woman her time to finish her sentence. The Latina was relieved she could do something; to earn herself some time to prepare for the 'rules' Sue was going impose them. In the mean time she could overhear the conversation between her wife and the 'enemy'.
"I see you two have kids?" Sue asked Brittany when they sat down at the garden table. Brittany smiled brightly, she never minded to talk about the kids.
"Yes we have," Brittany answered. "The little boy is Tomas, the blond girl is Erin and the Brunette is Siera." She pointed at each of them.
"I see," Sue muttered and tried to figure out how the couple got their children but decided that it would be to personal asking that and she didn't come here to make friends also.
"Siera is actually on the soccer team you are going to coach," Brittany told the woman with proud. "She is really good at it." Sue swallowed loudly.
"I don't really like kids," she said harshly and it made Brittany flinch a bit. "They make too much noise and they're rude," she explained. "I am willing to train this soccer team because they supposedly have a lot of talent but that's the only reason."
"Okay," Brittany mumbled in defeat. She didn't really know how to react on that and hoped Santana would hurry up a little since she was now feeling a little insecure. She tried to see if Santana was somewhere to be seen from her position but no sign. Her wife was such a coward!
"So," Brittany began again. "How have you been Sue?"
Sue Sylvester suddenly looked nervous, staring at the sky to come up with an answer. She wasn't prepared for this. It wasn't that she hadn't been okay or something but people just didn't ask her that simple question very often. They were too afraid and thereby, she didn't want to get personal with her neighbors.
"Well, I have been fine," she started, throwing her chin in the air. "I have worked at McKinley High for a few years after you graduated, than I moved to another area because I got asked to train a volleyball team there. Soon I got bored there and now I got asked to train several soccer teams witch I am excited about."
Brittany nodded. "Sounds fun," she said and smiled a little. There was a short silence before Brittany popped up the next question. "And do you have a husband or kids? Or.." Brittany mumbled, not knowing if the question was to personal to ask the woman.
"Well, after my miscarriage," Sue began and looked sad. Brittany felt bad for her.
"Owh I am sorry," she said and gave her a sympatric look. "That's terrible."
Sue was quiet for a few seconds but than regained herself again. "Yes, It was. But I bounced back up again soon after and made the best decision of my life by letting Becky move in with me after she graduated. She has become my assistant."
This was nice to hear, Brittany thought. Everybody has a good side, even Sue Sylvester.
"That's nice, good for you," Brittany said and just than Santana walked in with a cup of thee. Both Brittany and Sue followed her movements while there was yet again, an awkward silence. Sue eyed the anxious Latina and took a sip of her thee before she spook.
"You haven't changed a bit, Santana, except for a few wrinkles here and there you almost look exactly the same," Sue said coldly. "It's extraordinary to see you actually living in a house and not in jail."
Santana's eye's narrowed at the comment as she felt herself boiling up fast. What was that supposed to mean? This was exactly the reason why she avoided people from the past. But before Santana could speak up, the older lady started to speak again.
"So, I wanted to discuss some rules with you, if you don't mind?" Sue asked and Brittany nodded for Santana and her so Sue could continue. The woman immediately dropped the bomb on them.
"I don't want to have any nuisance hearing, I don't want to find your pets or children on my ground, I prefer you don't do anything strange in my presence and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't ruin my precious vegetable garden because I'm not going to like that. And this is just the beginning of my list of rules. The rest I'll probably make up later on once I start to get annoyed by things," Sue told them, almost in rage as if it had happened to her many times before.
Both Santana and Brittany cringed at what the woman in front of them just demanded. How were they going to manage that? They were a family with three young children and three pets! The woman was still insane, Santana thought, and she wasn't having any of it.
"Well how do you expect us to follow all your rules? I am not going keep MY children and MY pets inside the house because YOU can't stand the noise they are making or because you don't like kids!" Santana spat with exasperation but truly tried to stay as calm as possible although it wasn't easy. Sue Sylvester was not impressed.
"There is no need to be angry Santana, It's just a warning that I'm giving you," Sue said calmly, ignoring Santana's outburst completely. She took the last sip of her thee and swallowed. She was a pretty fast drinker. "Now if you would excuse me, I have some business to take care of so could one of you ladies lead me my way out of this house?" she asked. Brittany nodded and stood up to walk her to the front door.
"Thank you for the thee Brittany," Sue said and walked out with her nose in the air. Brittany didn't reply but sighed and closed the door again.
She went to sit next to her wife and waited for her to say something cause she knew Santana desperately wanted to.
"I told you, people don't change," Santana said pedantic and opened her laptop. Brittany rolled her eyes. Santana and her weren't really on the same page these days, that's for sure.
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