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Santana woke up the next morning feeling better. Her walk with Quinn had helped clear her mind, and she was less anxious about the upcoming party. After sitting on the bleachers, the girls wandered around town, stopping for ice cream as they used to do in high school, and then headed back to the hotel, where Quinn stayed with her in the room watching movies until Santana fell asleep. That morning while she was deciding what to order from room service, there was a small knock on the door. When Santana went to answer it, she saw that it was Mercedes. She grinned as she opened the door. Mercedes embraced her and walked in.
"Hey, heard you weren't feeling well last night, so I wanted to check up on you." Mercedes sat down on the edge of Santana's bed, and the Latina went to sit next to her.
"Um, yeah, sorry I bailed like that, hope the Warbler didn't bore you to death"
Mercedes smiled and playfully nudged Santana. "Nah, c'mon, those guys are fun to be around... at least for a little while..." She looked up at Santana with a concerned look. "So what happened last night? And don't tell me it was the food, cause I've seen you eat from shady food trucks at 1 am in the Bronx."
Santana took a deep breath. "I had a minor panic attack thinking about Brittany, again. But Quinn calmed me down, we walked for a while and then just came back here. I'm better this morning, it was just a little unexpected."
Mercedes stayed quiet for a minute, patting Santana's knee. "It's natural to have this now, San, especially when we're all back here together. I'm sure Quinn told you this, too, but if it ever gets to be too much tonight, you let us know and we're gone, all right? We can take that private jet all the way to Vegas if you feel like it."
Santana grinned. "I'm never going back to Vegas with you crazy girls, we almost got arrested last time!"
Mercedes lifted a finger. "Hey, that creep was manhandling Rachel, we needed to defend her!"
Santana laughed. "He was patting her down because the metal detector went off! Honestly, I don't know how I got us out of that mess... A security guy with a black eye and bruised balls could've been the end of us." Mercedes joined in and they laughed at the mental image of the security guy doubled down, Quinn and Mercedes hitting him with their stilettos, Rachel giving them directions on where to hit, and Santana yelling drunkenly in Spanish as she looked in her purse for her pepper spray. Luckily, the hotel cut a deal with the girls that they would pay a fine and Mercedes and Rachel would play a concert in their concert hall for free.
Mercedes stood up and held her hand out for Santana. "Now, let's go get some breakfast, everyone else is already downstairs, and then we can talk about what we're gonna sing tonight at the party!"
Santana took her hand and they went downstairs for breakfast. Quinn, Rachel and Sam were already seated, Sam had a huge plate of eggs, bacon, toast and pancakes in front of him and he was munching contentedly. Santana made a face at him. "Please, Sam, just because it's a complimentary buffet, doesn't mean that you have to eat it all."
Sam looked at her and purposefully ate another forkful of eggs. Santana rolled her eyes and turned towards Quinn.
"Hey, um, thanks for last night, Q. I needed that to calm down."
The blonde smiled. "No need, Santana. You know I'll help you anytime."
After they had gotten their plates, Rachel spoke up. "So, I don't know how the whole entertainment portion of the party is planned, but I have been given to understand by Mr. Shue that he wants us all glee kids to perform. Now he didn't mention any specifics, but I'm thinking we could do a group number maybe include Puck and Finn so Sam isn't the only guy? Or we could do all girls and the boys can do another one, or we could do duets and a trio, or -"
Santana put up a hand. "Hold up, midget, you're making me dizzy and I will barf all of this delicious bacon on you."
Rachel made a face and inched closer to Mercedes. Santana smiled. "Good. Now, I think we should do all girls and Trouty can pair up with the other guys, because I am not preparing a routine in one day with Finn I-can't-dance-to-save-a-child-from-a-burning-building Hudson. Nuh uh."
The girls shook their heads and Sam nodded absently. "Maybe us guys should do something on stools."
"Good idea, baby, I think that would be your safest bet! And yes, I agree with Santana. I think a little girl power is always a good idea." Quinn and Rachel nodded in agreement and they started deciding what to sing, while Sam texted Puck and Finn to set something up.
Rachel: "I think we should do Br-"
Santana: "I'm not doing Broadway, unibrow, can it."
Mercedes: "How about some Destiny's Child? Let's go old school!"
Santana: "I can work with that."
Rachel: "I still think we need something more like a power ballad."
Santana: "No way, it's a party! We need to bring the house down with something upbeat."
Mercedes: "I agree, something retro, for sure."
Quinn: "As long as it's not disco, I'm game."
Santana: "And it has to be sexy, too. We need to show everyone that we're still hot and we can rock it."
Santana and Mercedes high fived as they continued their conversation.
After they finished eating, they had agreed on a song and set out to Rachel's childhood home to practice in the basement. Since her parents were in New York taking care of the twins, they had the place to themselves.
Two hours later, they had the choreography almost down and decided to reward themselves with a break, despite Rachel's insistence that they needed to get it perfect.
Mercedes and Rachel made some smoothies while the girls lounged around the living room. They worked on their choreography an extra hour, then they wanted to go back to the hotel, but Santana decided to go see Sophia, instead. She picked up her phone and called her mom.
Hola ma
Mija, good morning! How was your dinner?
It was good, we went to Breadstix and had a good time. How did Sophia sleep?
Like the little angel she is. We are drawing right now, she's making a beautiful picture of Humphrey.
Ha! Yeah, I have like a million Humphrey drawings all over my house... Ma, did you have any plans for lunch?
Yes, I planned to make empanadas for us and Abuela, who should be here any minute.
Mmmm I looooove your empanadas! Can I come over, too?
Ay Tanita, que pregunta! Of course you can, you're always welcome here!
Awesome ma, I'm on my way then. Nos vemos!
Con cuidado, mi amor. See you when I see you.
Santana put her phone down with a smile on her face. She hadn't seen her Abuela in a long time, because Alma didn't like to fly and refused to sit in a bus for 16 hours to visit New York, so Santana only got to see her when she came to visit every 5 or 6 months. Their relationship had thawed when she'd been pregnant with Sophia, but her Abuela hadn't come around until Eduardo died. That's when Alma realized she didn't want to think about leaving this world and having Santana beat herself up over not having worked things out between them. Alma still didn't fully agree with her granddaughter's life and how she lived it, but she wanted to be a part of it, at least.
Santana still counted the day her Abuela kicked her out of her house as one of the worst days of her life. Ironically, it had also been one of the best because of what had happened once she left her Abuela's house.
This time, the memory of that day came to her without that heart wrenching feeling in her gut. She welcomed it.
Senior Year
Santana parks in the driveway and turns off the car. She takes a deep breath and wipes her tears before getting out. She's wringing her wrists as she walks up to the white door and rings the bell. Soon enough, a woman answers the door and Santana's heart drops.
"Hi, Mama P." She says in a whisper, "is Brittany home?" Whitney Pierce opens the door wider and takes a step towards Santana, her voice full of concern.
"No, sweetie, first Saturday of the month is always Dad Day, so he took the girls out and they won't come back until late." Santana fights back the tears that started to swell in her eyes. She nods,
"right, I forgot it was… Sorry to bother you Mama P." She starts to turn to go back to her car, but before she can move, Whitney reaches out and takes her hand.
"Is everything OK, honey?" Santana just shakes her head, and she can't stop the tears this time. She starts sobbing and Whitney immediately moves closer and embraces the crying Latina. Santana crumbles into her arms and lets the tears flow. Whitney just holds her, caressing her hair and making hushing noises, like she does with her daughters.
"Shhhh, it's okay Santana, honey, let it out."
They stay that way for some time, until Santana has finally calmed herself down enough for Whitney to lead her inside and into the living room. She immediately gives Santana a tissue and sits close to her, one arm over Santana's shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Mama P, I didn't mean–" Whitney interrupts her and holds her tight
"nonsense, Santana, no need to apologize…" She wipes Santana's tears with her thumb and gives her a kiss on the forehead.
"Now, I was just about to make some popcorn and watch a movie. How about you watch it with me and wait until Brittany comes back?" Whitney is relieved when she sees a small smile appear on Santana's lips. She nods and says "okay", and Whitney does a small happy jump as she stands up.
"Super! I'm gonna go make the popcorn and you can choose the movie, deal?"
"Deal… is it okay if I use the bathroom first, Mama P?" Whitney is already halfway to the kitchen, so she just shouts back "of course!". Santana goes into the Pierce's guest bathroom and splashes some water on her face. When she returns to the living room, she sees Whitney bringing a large pitcher of pink lemonade and she can smell the popcorn coming from the kitchen. Whitney smiles broadly when she sees Santana return, noting that the Latina is now a lot calmer.
"Pick a movie yet, sweetie?" Santana shakes her head as she walks over to the large DVD selection.
"Not yet, Mama P. What were you originally gonna watch?" Whitney straightens her apron and looks sheepishly at Santana. It's a look Santana knows well. Like mother like daughter, I suppose… She can't help but chuckle.
"Well now, don't go laughing at me all right?" Whitney walks over to the DVD player and holds up a case. "It's my favorite movie…" Santana's grin expands.
"I love Ghostbusters, too Mama P! I think it's the perfect choice."
"Great! Get it started while I bring the popcorn." Whitney does her excited jump again and runs back to the kitchen. Santana pops in the movie and moves back to the couch, where she notices Brittany's favorite blanket on the edge of the couch where she was sitting when she came in. Mama P must've brought it while I was in the bathroom. Such a sneaky family… Santana ghosts her hand over the blanket, practically feeling Brittany's presence in the room with her and it makes her feel a million times better. When Whitney returns, she has a big bowl of popcorn and two smaller ones with gummy worms and jelly beans.
"For the sweet tooth I know you share with my daughter…" she smiles as she puts both small bowls on the coffee table in front of Santana and puts the big bowl on the couch between them.
When the movie starts, Whitney makes Santana sing the theme song with her and Santana laughs when she hears Whitney saying the dialogue along with the movie, remembering how Brittany does the same when they watch "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" Halfway through the movie, Whitney notices Santana's eyes closing, so she puts the popcorn on the coffee table and opens her arms to make Santana move closer. Santana, half asleep, immediately lies down with her head on Whitney's lap. Whitney covers her with Brittany's blanket and starts stroking her hair. Santana snuggles under the blanket and breathes in Brittany's scent and falls into a deeper slumber. As a smile crosses her lips, she whispers "I love you, Britt." Whitney wipes a silent tear off her own face and leans in toward Santana. "She loves you too, Sanny." She kisses the Latina softly on the head and continues stroking her hair while she finishes watching the movie.
After the movie is over, Santana is in a deep sleep. Whitney figures she's had a tough day, so she lets her sleep. She turns the movie off and settles in watching TV. It's almost 10, so Pierce and the girls should be home soon, and then she can get Brittany to take Santana up to her room to rest. After a while, she sees the car's headlights turn up the driveway, so she turns off the TV. When her husband and daughters walk in, they are chatting up a storm and laughing, as they always do.
"Hi honey!" Pierce is beaming as he sees his wife on the couch; he thought she'd be in bed by now. Her daughters echo Pierce and say hi to their mom.
"Hi you three! Abby, brush your teeth before bed ok? And Brittany, can you come over here a sec, really quietly?" Abby nods, blows her mom a kiss and runs upstairs. Brittany walks over to her mom, and looks confused when she sees the strange image in front of her: Her mom with a half-eaten bowl of popcorn in front of her, and Santana's head on her lap, firmly sleeping under Brittany's blanket.
"Mom? What? What is Santana doing here? Are those my gummy worms?" Brittany kneels in front of her mom, who chuckles.
"She was very upset and came looking for you, we were waiting here watching a movie and she fell asleep. Can you take her upstairs, honey?" Brittany nods, as she looks at Santana.
"What happened, mom?" Her voice is full of concern. Whitney sighs.
"I don't know, I didn't ask because she didn't come here looking to talk to me, now did she? Now, be careful not to wake her, please. I will put your gummy worms in a safe place, I promise." Brittany smiles at her mom.
"Thanks, mom.". Whitney squeezes her daughter's hand.
"Anytime, honey." Brittany stands up and leans over Santana, lifting her effortlessly. The Latina just puts her arms around Brittany's neck and keeps on sleeping. Brittany slowly and carefully climbs the stairs and goes into her bedroom, where she gingerly lays Santana on the bed. The Latina stirs, but doesn't wake up. Brittany unbuttons Santana's jeans and takes them off, knowing how much she hates to sleep in jeans. She covers Santana with the blanket again as she gets ready for bed, too. When she finally gets into bed, Santana scoots towards her and settles into the nook of her arm, hugging Brittany with one arm. Brittany holds the sleeping Latina and strokes her back. She watches her sleep for a while, concerned for what happened to her today. Brittany knows Santana was supposed to be at her abuela's for the week, so she doesn't know what happened that made her show up at her doorstep unannounced. She hadn't even texted Brittany to let her know she was coming. Brittany fears this has something to do with Santana's sexuality, but how bad had it been? After almost an hour of wondering and dreading the morning, Brittany finally decides it's time to try and sleep. Santana needs her well rested in the morning. She lifts Santana's hand up to her lips and kisses it before closing her eyes.
Brittany immediately wakes up as she feels Santana stirring. One glance at her alarm clock lets her know it's not even 8 am. She starts to stroke the Latina's back, waiting for her to fully wake up. It takes Santana a moment to register where she is and why. The familiar scent and caress immediately relax her and bring a smile to her face. She looks up to find those beautiful blue eyes looking back at her, a mixture of adoration and concern.
"Morning" she rasps. Brittany smiles.
"Good morning, you." Santana's eyes start to fill with tears as the events of the day before start to wash up over her. She bites her lip and buries her head on Brittany's chest, holding tight to the blonde and crying in earnest. Brittany holds her and fights back her own tears. She can't stand to see Santana hurting like this. Santana cries until her eyes and throat hurt, clinging to Brittany with all her might, confirming that it's real, that she's there holding her. When Santana feels she can complete a sentence again, she takes a gulp of air and, pressing her head against Brittany's chest, starts to tell Brittany what happened.
"I told abuela about me. That I'm… gay and she – she threw me out." The last part of the sentence is simply a whisper and Santana starts to cry again. Brittany exhales and closes her eyes tightly, feeling her heart break with sadness.
"and now I don't know what to do, Britt. I knew she would have a hard time with it but – I never – that she would just – I'm her granddaughter! She always tells me that family comes first, so why – I don't know what to do…" Santana holds Brittany even tighter, as the blonde returns the hug and makes hushing noises.
"I can't tell you why, Santana. I don't think anyone can, except your abuela. But she just needs space and time to process this." Brittany showers Santana's head with kisses. "You're so loved, Sanny, you are. It'll be ok." Santana just lets Brittany's love wash over her and calm her down. "Abuela will come around; this is not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, Santana, you need to know that." Santana nods.
"I know, Britt. It just hurts, that's all." Santana finally looks up and locks eyes with Brittany. Her blue eyes are bloodshot but full of warmth. Brittany offers a small smile, and Santana returns it. "I was so distracted last night I forgot about Dad Day."
"You should've texted me, Santana! I would've come back earlier…" Santana settles back next to Brittany and cuddles closer.
"I didn't think about it, to be honest. I was just focused on coming here and seeing you." Brittany puts her hand under Santana's chin and lifts her head.
"I'm here now, and that's all that matters." She leans over and kisses Santana's lips softly. Santana feels that familiar jolt of electricity that always accompanies Brittany's kisses and kisses her back. The blonde caresses Santana's cheek as she tries to put all her love in that kiss, all the things her heart is feeling but her words can't say. When they pull away, Brittany is still stroking Santana's cheek with her thumb. Santana looks into her eyes and takes a breath.
"I love you, Britt."
Brittany's eyes fill with tears. "I love you, too." Santana smiles and gives the blonde a chaste kiss before wiping away the stray tear falling off Brittany's cheek.
"No more tears today, deal?" Santana sticks out her pinky. Brittany chuckles and links their pinkies. "Deal." They smile at each other and Brittany straightens up. "Ok, I gotta go to the bathroom now." Santana sits on the edge of the bed as Brittany gets up.
"Wait!"
Brittany stops a few steps away from Santana and turns around. "What's wrong?"
Santana looks confusedly up at Brittany. "When did I take my pants off?"
Brittany blushes slightly. "Oh, well, you didn't. I took them off when I put you in bed."
Santana smirks. "Wanky…" Brittany's face grows even redder. Seeing this, Santana lets out a low chuckle.
"It's not like that! I just know you hate sleeping in jeans so I wanted you to feel more comfortable!" Santana lifts one eyebrow and stares at Brittany as she slowly stands up.
"So… you didn't like taking off my jeans?"
Brittany backs up as she sees Santana walk towards her. She slams against the wall and feels disarmed by Santana's look. The Latina saunters over until she is only inches from Brittany. "I – I – obviously like you without jeans but – I" Santana places one hand on Brittany's hip, steadying her. She moves her head closer to Brittany's and puts her lips right up to the blonde's ear. "I love making you nervous." The air against her ear makes Brittany's whole body shudder. Santana moves down and places a kiss on Brittany's neck, before moving back to her ear. "Now go pee." And with that, she turns around and sits back on the bed, crossing her legs, a satisfied smile on her face. Brittany shakes her head and lets out a sigh.
"Such a tease…", she winks at Santana as she walks out of the room.
When Brittany gets back, Santana already has on a pair of sweatpants and is lying on the bed looking up at the ceiling. She turns when the blonde walks in, immediately smiling. Brittany sits on the bed facing Santana. "Do you wanna go get some breakfast? Or do you want to stay here?"
Santana ponders her answer for a minute. "No," she sighs, "let's go downstairs. If I stay here, I'll just go crazy thinking about last night, and I can't do that right now." Brittany reaches out a hand to help Santana get up, and the girls walk down to the kitchen, where they find Abby pouring a glass of milk.
"Mornin' Abby!", says Santana as she walks to the small girl and gives her a hug. Abby immediately turns around and hugs Santana, too.
"Good morning, Santana! Do you want some milk? I'm really good at pouring…" She smiles proudly, and Santana chuckles. This family…
"I would love to, Abby, thanks!" Santana reaches over Abby and grabs two more glasses. "Do you think you could pour one for your sister, too?" Abby nods excitedly and slowly pours milk. Santana then helps her take them to the kitchen table where Brittany is already sitting.
"Thanks, Abby!", the girls say together.
"You're welcomeeeeeeeeee", sing-songs Abby, and the three girls laugh. Suddenly, Whitney's voice comes from upstairs.
"Abby?"
"In the kitchen, mom!"
"Honey, please go finish packing your bag and bring it downstairs so it's all ready to go for tomorrow! We don't want to be late!" Abby makes a face, gulps her milk and goes running out of the kitchen.
"Ok, mom!"
Santana looks up at Brittany, a startled look on her face. "Britt? Where are you going tomorrow?" Brittany's smile falls. "To the lake house, San, it's our annual family trip, I told you about it a while ago…" Santana's eyes fill with tears. "but I'll talk to my mom and tell her I can't go. I'll stay with you."
Santana shakes her head. "No, Britt, you don't have to do that."
"I know. You always tell me that I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. And I want to stay with you, Santana."
Santana smiles and puts her head on the blonde's shoulder. "Thank you, Britt. I don't think I can be alone right now."
Brittany kisses Santana on the forehead. "You won't be."
Whitney then walks in the kitchen, where she sees the girls quietly drinking milk.
"Good morning, girls! You're up early…"
"Good morning, mom." Brittany smiles at her mom.
"Morning, Mama P." Santana can't make eye contact with Whitney, but she still smiles.
Whitney walks over and gives each girl a kiss on the forehead before walking over to the fridge to take some things out.
"I was just thinking about pancakes for breakfast, what do you think?" Brittany claps her hands, excited at the thought. Whitney grins. "Just what I thought! Santana, did you call your mom and tell her you're here? I don't want her to worry…"
Santana finishes her glass of milk before answering: "Um, not yet, Mama P. But they're in Buffalo, my dad has a conference."
"Well, still, I think it's important they know where you are…"
Santana bites her lip and nods. They exchange nervous glances as Whitney starts flipping pancakes and putting them in a big plate that she sets in front of the girls.
"Eat up, girls, I'll make some more later for Pierce and Abby." Whitney grabs her cup of coffee and joins the girls at the table, where Brittany already piled four pancakes on her plate. They eat in silence for a bit, Santana realizing she hasn't eaten since lunch the day before.
When the girls are done, Whitney stands up and starts clearing the table.
Brittany then clears her throat. "Mom, I need to tell you something…" Brittany's voice is just a whisper, and Santana holds her hand under the table. But Whitney doesn't hear her.
"So, Santana, I was talking to Pierce last night, and we think it's best if you go pack your things now, while it's early." Santana looks up confused. She looks at Brittany, whose brow is furrowed, and back at Whitney, who is busy washing the dishes and doesn't turn to look at Santana.
"Um – yeah, I – ", Santana's eyes start to fill with tears. She can't believe she's getting kicked out again this weekend.
"Why does she have to go at all?" Brittany's face is turning red, and Santana just puts her hand on the blonde's thigh and whispers "don't."
Whitney finally looks back at the girls, confused.
"Well, I thought it was clear… She needs to pack for the trip, or did you bring clothes, dear?" Santana shakes her head and tries to make sense of what Whitney is saying, but can't. Brittany just looks at her mom with a blank look on her face. Whitney puts down the coffee cup she was rinsing. "You're going to need more clothes for the week, sweetie. At least a bathing suit if you want to get in the lake!"
"The lake? But…" Santana is looking from Whitney to Brittany, not making sense of what's happening.
Whitney comes back to sit in front of the girls, finally realizing that they have no idea what she's talking about. "Honey, you said your parents are gone for the week, right? Now, we're going on a family trip to the lake and you can't stay here alone, so we're hoping you want to come to the lake with us." Whitney smiles broadly and reaches over to hold Santana's hand. Santana is still processing this information, and she looks at Brittany, who is now smiling as broadly as her mom. They lock eyes and Brittany nods.
"But it's your family trip, Mama P, I don't want to get in the way."
"Sweetie, you're never in the way…" Santana is choking up, overwhelmed by this sweet, caring family. It's bittersweet to think that her own blood rejected her just a day before and here the Pierce's welcome her with open arms.
"I would love to, Mama P." Brittany then hugs Santana, as Whitney comes up behind the girls and hugs them.
"Now, why don't you girls go to your house, Santana, and you can pack everything you need? We leave at 7 tomorrow, so you best come back here tonight so we all can drive out on time." The girls nod, smiling and go on their way.
"I don't know what I'm gonna say, Britt."
"Well, you have to tell her something. She thinks you're at your abuela's and that everything is fine."
Santana is tossing her phone from one hand to the other, sitting cross-legged on her bed, while Brittany sits opposite her. There's a half-full suitcase on the floor. Finally, Santana takes a deep breath and dials her mom's number.
Hola, mija.
Hola, mami, how's Buffalo?
It's ok, papá is finishing his speech for the conference tomorrow, so I'm just watching TV. How is abuela?
Um, well, actually, ma, I'm not at abuela's.
Santana starts to nervously twist the bedspread. Brittany immediately moves next to her and holds the Latina's hand in both of hers.
Why not? Santana Marie Lopez, dónde estás?
Maribel's voice is full of concern and anger.
Mami, cálmate. Relax, I'm at Brittany's. I – um – abuela kicked me out last night.
Santana can hear Maribel letting out a sigh on the other end.
Ay, mija. What happened?
I came out to her, and she – she said she didn't want to see me again.
Brittany starts wiping Santana's tears, as the Latina takes steadying breaths.
Lo siento mucho, Tanita. You know how stubborn she can get sometimes. I'm taking the next flight home, ok?
No, ma, it's ok. I was actually calling because Mama P invited me to go with them to the lake for the week, and I was wondering if I could go.
Of course, mijita. Go, clear your head. Make sure you behave, ok?
Santana chuckles.
Yes, ma. No te preocupes.
Ok, mija, have fun and check in from time to time.
I will, ma. Thank you.
I love you, Tanita. Don't forget that, ok?
Ok, ma. I love you, too.
Santana clicks off the phone and takes a deep breath. She leans on Brittany's shoulder as the blonde starts caressing her thigh. "Feeling better now?"
Santana nods. "Yeah, a little. I guess it's gonna take a while."
Brittany squeezes her shoulders. "Just take it slow, ok? We're gonna go have fun at the lake this week and just swim and eat s'mores and stuff."
"First we need to finish packing…" Santana looks around at the clothes strung all around her room, pats Brittany on the thigh and stands up, pulling more clothes from her closet and throwing them on the bed, where Brittany starts sorting them.
"Ok, no, San, you DON'T need all these black shirts." She tosses clothes off the bed. "And no heels, definitely!" Brittany laughs as Santana takes out two pairs of high heels. "Just flip flops and sneakers, San, we're not going to any fancy parties."
Santana makes a face as she shows Brittany her thigh high boots. "So these are out of the question?" Brittany falls back laughing. "Definitely, San. Maybe for another time…"
Santana smirks and lifts an eyebrow. "How about now?"
Brittany stops laughing and looks at Santana. "You want to put them on now?"
Santana nods as she moves closer to Brittany. "Uh huh…" Brittany moves to the edge of the bed and reaches out to pull Santana on her lap. She starts caressing the Latina's back and kissing her neck softly.
"How can I say no to that?" Brittany finds Santana's lips and sucks on them gently, feeling her pulse quicken. Santana tosses the boots aside and puts her arms around Brittany's neck, deepening the kiss. Santana's tongue glides over Brittany's lips, begging for entry. The blonde happily obliges and parts her lips, so Santana can immediately start exploring it with her tongue. Brittany holds on to Santana's hips and starts tracing the seam of her jeans, until she gets to the front. She unbuttons the jeans and starts moving her thumb down the Latina's jeans. Santana pulls herself up on her knees to give Brittany more room to explore, their lips never parting. Brittany then swiftly grabs Santana's thigh and flips her over. Santana smiles as Brittany starts kissing down her neck, her hands exploring down the Latina's shirt. Santana takes her shirt off and helps Brittany take off hers. Brittany lies on top of Santana, kissing her full on the lips as she pulls down the Latina's jeans. She rubs her thumb over Santana's panties and smiles.
"You're so wet, baby."
"That's how you get me, B. Don't stop." Brittany then slides Santana's underwear off and takes off her own. She ghosts over Santana's mouth, her whole body just inches above Santana's. The Latina scratches down her back and wants to pull her down, but Brittany is stronger.
"C'mon, B, I want you."
"Tell me how much you want me, babe." Brittany starts to inch closer, placing her core right above Santana's, making the Latina shudder and pull her hips up so they can touch. Santana then grabs her own left hand and moves it down to her core. She slides her index finger it all over her clit, then puts it up to the blonde's mouth. "That much, baby, that's how wet you make me right now."
Brittany sucks on Santana's finger and her breathing gets uneven. "God, I love how you taste." Brittany then lowers herself and kisses Santana, allowing the Latina to taste herself. She slowly moves her core over Santana's reveling at her wetness. The Latina moans into Brittany's mouth, making her move faster.
"Yes, babe, right there. Faster, Britt." The blonde grabs Santana's hips and forces them up, so their cores are touching, which sends them into ecstasy. "Shit, Britt, you feel so good." They sway their hips and grind faster and faster, feeling their bodies tense up. "Come for me, San."
Santana scratches her nails down Brittany's back, making the blonde moan even louder. "Not without you, B. Shit, I'm close." They move faster, electricity coursing through their bodies. Santana feels Brittany shiver, knowing the blonde is close. She then angles her hips so their cores are completely in sync. "FUCK! Yes, Britt, just like that. Oh, oooooooh" Santana feels her body explode, but she keeps on moving, waiting…
"shhhhhh – shhhit San – ahhhh" Brittany shivers as her body tingles. She rides out the rest of their orgasm, and then lies on top of Santana, both of them covered in sweat and panting.
Santana grabs Brittany's hand and squeezes it, as she feels the final wave of her orgasm go through her.
Brittany rolls over and opens her arm so Santana cuddles close and puts her head on the blonde's chest, one leg and arm over her. Brittany slowly moves her thumb up and down Santana's back. "It's been a while since we could be that loud…"
Santana chuckles. "Yeah, well, our parents hardly ever go away… Hey, how big is that lake house?" Santana wiggles her eyebrows and Brittany laughs. "It's not that big, but we can definitely find some hiding spots." Brittany leans down and kisses Santana. Santana feels Brittany try to deepen the kiss and breaks it instead. "Um, we should now definitely finish packing…" Brittany shakes her head and kisses Santana again. She then pulls the Latina on her back again and straddles her. "In a minute, babe." Brittany starts kissing down Santana's neck, then her collarbone, as Santana moans in pleasure, despite herself. Brittany's tongue draws circles on Santana's breasts and she nibbles on her nipples, feeling the Latina quiver. Brittany continues to kiss down Santana's abdomen, and down to her pelvis. She parts Santana's legs as her tongue playfully moves down Santana's body. She starts to lick her folds slowly, feeling Santana's body arch. Brittany palms one of Santana's breasts with one hand and presses down on her lower pelvis with the other, while burying her head between the Latina's legs. Her tongue starts darting over Santana's clit as Santana moans.
"F-f-faster Britt, right there." Brittany obliges, exhaling warm air onto Santana's core, making her scream in pleasure. Brittany starts making small circles with her tongue on Santana's clit, as she feels the Latina tense up. She picks up the pace and as Santana orgasms, she licks her dry. "Brittttttttttt". The blonde pulls back, a satisfied smirk on her face, and lies flush over Santana, kissing her intently. Santana tastes herself on Brittany's lips as she continues to feel her clit spasm with pleasure.
"God, you're amazing, San. You taste so good." They kiss and explore each other's mouths with leisure. Brittany then breaks the kiss and rolls over again. "We can finish packing now." They laugh.
Present Day
Still lost in her memories, Santana was shocked to see her feet had taken control and she was now standing in front of her mother's house. She wiped the stray tear that was just escaping her eye and shook her head a little to try and block that trip to the lake. It had been a great week of healing for her, healing from the hurting words her grandmother had uttered and being enveloped by the Pierce's love, especially Brittany's. She had never hated her Abuela. She just felt sad about her rejection and had decided to focus on the love she had around her.
Now, her Abuela was back in her life and loved to spoil Sophia, which was exactly what Santana had always wanted.
She knocked on the door and heard hurried small footsteps approaching. When the door creaked open and Sophia saw her mom, she yelled excitedly and rushed to her mom's embrace. "Mamiiiiiiiiii!" Santana crouched low to envelop her daughter in her arms. "Mi preciosa! I missed you so much!" She started peppering kisses all over Sophia's face while the little Latina giggled furiously and squirmed in her mother's embrace. "Mooooom stopppppppp! Bita is making empanadas and I'm helping!" Sophia showed off her apron proudly and did a little twirl for Santana. She laughed and clapped her hands. "That's great mija! Let's go help Bita ok?" Sophia nodded and ran as fast as she could to the kitchen to settle in her booth. Santana closed the door behind her and walked to the kitchen, where she kissed her mom on the cheek before settling down on a chair and watching her mom and daughter cook.
Sophia was measuring the filling carefully for Maribel, her little tongue peeking out of her mouth. Maribel had the dough laid out in front of her, a spoon in her hand. "Ok Sophia, now we fill these in the middle. Like this. And then we fold it close, ves?" Maribel's expert hands folded an empanada and she handed it over to Sophia, who grabbed a fork and looked at her grandma hesitantly. "now you press the edges very carefully so that when we fry them, they don't crack." Sophia nodded seriously and started with her fork, Maribel hovering a hand above Sophia's. After repeating this process a few times, Maribel set Sophia down and turned to fry the empanadas. Sophia ran over to her mom, sat on her lap and started talking excitedly about her morning. A little while later, they heard the doorbell ring and Maribel turned around. "Tanita, can you get that, please?" Santana nodded and set Sophia down, who ran to the door and waited for her mom. When Santana opened the door, Alma Lopez was beaming. She walked in the house and embraced Santana. "It's so good to see you Santana. You should come home more often!" Santana placed a kiss on her grandmother's cheek. "I should, abuela. But it's not that easy with a 4 year old energizer bunny." She looked down at Sophia who was jumping in place looking up at Alma. Alma smiled and crouched slowly to embrace her great-granddaughter. "Hola pequeña, how have you been?"
Sophia took Alma's hand and guided her to the living room. "I'm good, Buela, I was making empanadas!" Alma sat down on the couch and Sophia cuddled to her side. Santana sat opposite them in her dad's old rocking chair and smiled. "You were, Sophia? And where are they now?" Sophia started playing with Alma's ring. "Welllll, Bita said I can't fry them so she's doing it for me." Alma nodded. "That's good, are you helping her to plate?" Sophia gave a small scream and stood up as fast as she could. "I'M COMING BITAAAAAAA!" And she ran back to the kitchen. Santana and Alma laughed and shook their heads.
"You're probably tired of hearing this, Santana, but she is exactly like you were as a child. Except she doesn't bite other kids!"
Santana lifted a finger in mock indignation. "Hey, Billy Floyd stole my lunch, so he had to be punished!"
"Yes, well, he certainly didn't do it again!" Alma looked at her granddaughter intently. "How are you doing, Tanita?"
Santana nodded absentmindedly. "I'm doing well, Abuela, my work is going very good, I have a lot more clients now so I hired a new guy to help out, Sophia is very happy in pre-k, she's actually starting dance lessons next week there, so she's super excited…"
Alma raised an eyebrow. "I didn't ask about Sophia, or about your work. I mean, how are you doing, Tanita. You look a little thin to me."
Santana straightened her skirt. "I mean, I think I did lose some weight, but just because of stress."
"Bueno, don't let stress or work consume you, ok? You need to live and enjoy your life, you're young!"
Santana smiled. "I will Abuela, I promise."
"Good. Now come here and give your Abuela some love." Alma opened up her arms and Santana rushed to her side and got lost in her embrace. It was a comforting place, her head resting on Alma's chest, while the strong hands caressed her.
Maribel then called them for lunch, and Santana helped Alma up and into the kitchen, where Sophia had set the table and in the middle there was a big plate of empanadas, Sophia and Maribel beaming proudly. The Lopez women ate and talked animatedly and exchanged stories. After countless empanadas and a round of strong café con leche – only milk for Sophia – Santana put Sophia down for a nap and said goodbye to her mother and grandmother, who had settled in the living room to watch their novelas.