A bit more is revealed in this chapter, dun dun dun!

I love the responses you guys are giving me, and Dominic doesn't stay an ass for too long…

"Those bitches really said that their daughters couldn't come over in those anymore because you're gay?" Santana rolled her eyes and placed a few pancakes on his plate.

"Not in those exact words… I mean, Bella could have got it wrong. She could have misunderstood.."

"Maybe,"

"I shouldn't have told her… she didn't need to know you,"

"Please," Dominic started digging into his pancakes. "It would have been unfair if she went around thinking her mom was straight and wondering why she doesn't have a dad in the house for the next five or so years. Besides, you told me that she took it well."

"She did, but she still doesn't understand…"

"Bella doesn't have to get the gritty details. She understands that you like women in a way you're supposed to like men. That's already beyond understanding for a four year old. And she just turned four."

"Anyway, I pretty much told her to fuck Noelle and Jenny and find new friends."

"Atta girl! Just don't go all Snixx on the little girls."

"I won't, it's not their fault. Their mothers however, I make no promises." Isabella came skipping into the kitchen with her shirt on inside out and backwards, her pants were buttoned but her fly was down, along with her shoes on the wrong foot.

"I'm ready mommy!" She climbed into Santana's lap. The two siblings started to laugh, unable to control their sudden joy.

"Are you really? I think we need to tweak your outfit, just a bit. " Santana told her while she started to lightly tickle her.

"Mommy, stop!" Isabella giggled, "I don't wanna laugh there's nothing funny going on!"

"Hey, San… can Brittany spend the night sometimes." Santana already hated the thought of them being together, but now she had to deal with them right down the hall doing… whatever. She sighed as she picked Isabella up.

"Don't make a habit of it." She started down the hall to her daughter's room,

"Don't forget, dinner with mom and dad tonight!" She rolled her eyes once more, calling over her shoulder,

"How could I possibly forget about a night of torture?"

Santana was glad to have Brittany off her mind momentarily; she needed to start on her new case. Sometimes she hated being a social worker, only because she had to witness firsthand the heart break of taking a child from a family. The Latina was grateful for the job, of course. Usually, students who've just graduated don't get jobs like this. But the center she interned at loved her so much they offered a position the day after graduation. The new case that lied on her desk at this moment was about a little boy whose mother had just got out of rehab. The court decided to give her kid back, but now she was having trouble paying rent, paying the bills and putting food on the table. The last social worked that went to visit reported that the boy hadn't eaten in days. Santana ran her fingers through her hair, she understood family needing to be together, but she couldn't fathom why the judge just let her take the boy without making sure she had a stable job. That's what they're supposed to do. Now Santana would have to go and give her a warning, telling her she had about a week or two to find a job and after that, she'd have to go back to the house and listen to the boy scream for his mother while she dropped him off at the foster home. That was the part that made her want to look into a new career.

7 o'clock came around entirely too fast for Santana, her days never went by this fast. But the one day she wanted ever hour to feel like a month, every hour felt like a second. She loved her parents, they supported both her and Isabella while she was in college, and often took Isabella on night where she had to study or just needed to sleep. But none the less, they refused to accept Santana for what she was: Gay. She'd just came out to them last year, and though they didn't get upset or angry. It was like what she told them went in one ear and out the other. Like they were trying their hardest to forget they ever had the conversation. Santana shook the thoughts from her head; she was going to have a nice dinner tonight with her parents, brother and daughter. She looked down at Isabella who was like her mini me. They stood side by side in Santana square sized wall mirror, looking at themselves. She bent down and placed a kiss on Isabella's cheek, "You look absolutely gorgeous, Mija." She whispered while her daughter continued to check herself. "Stop messing with your hair, it looks amazing." Santana had put Isabella's hair into a large bun on the top of her head, with a bow that matched her dress going around the bun.

"Do I look like you mommy?" Santana smiled, while they were at the store earlier Isabella practically through a fit saying that she wanted a dress like Santana's, The older women had picked out a triangle dress that was black at the top and faded to white with diamonds at the bottom. She'd told her daughter the odds of finding a dress that was exactly the same in the both their sizes were very slim, but Isabella wasn't having it. She walked up to the sales persons and asked them to find her a dress that looked like her mommies. A few minutes later she came back with a dress in Isabella's size that looked similar to Santana's. It was black and faded to pink with diamonds on the bottom.

"Yes you do." She finally answered.

They walked into the living room to find Dominic and Brittany sitting on the couch. Santana's heart started to beat faster and she could feel her stomach dropping. Why was it that every time she saw her it seemed like she got more and more stunning? "Hey Brittany, not to be rude or anything but Dominic why is she here? We have to leave like now." She said checking the time on her phone.

"She's coming," He stated while they got up, "Mom and dad are expecting her." Fucking great, now they were going to ask Santana if she'd found anyone to bring home. Brittany smiled at the pair,

"You two are twins! It's insane how cute you are!" Santana laughed,

"Me and or Bella." Brittany blushed,

"Definitely my niece," He obviously didn't catch the flirtation that was in Santana's voice. Dominic opened the door for the three ladies, "Ladies first." Santana laughed at her brother trying to act like a gentlemen.

"So Brittany," Mrs. Lopez started, "Dom here says that you're a dance major, what kind of job can you get with that-"

"Mom!" Dominic interjected,

"No, it's fine." Brittany laughed, "I can get a job at a dance studio, or maybe even start my own studio. I could teach dance lessons at schools or be a choreographer. Maybe even be in a few videos."

"That seems unrealistic." They're dad sad not looking up from his stake.

"Daddy, it's a dream. Have one every once in a while." Santana said defensively. Her parents were always turning down others dreams. "A dream that may very well come true," She turned to Brittany who was already smiling at her. Isabella hated coming to dinner with her grandparents, she always felt out of the conversation.

"I had a dream!" She shouted making sure everyone turned to her. "A monster was chasing me... but then mommy woke me up so her wouldn't get me and she gave me some water." This made everyone at the table laugh.

"Thank you, Bella. Everyone has dreams." Dominic and Santana both agreed with Brittany while their parents were now focused on eating. "Hey San, what's your-"

"Santana!" Her mother interrupted,

"Mom, that was so-"She cut her off too.

"I know this very nice man at my office,"

"Oh Jesus," Dominic muttered

"He's a newbie, just turned 25." Santana stared at her mother,

"Are you serious right now?" He dad looked up,

"He is, and very handsome. He's even Hispanic."

"He's quite a looked honey, I showed him your picture and he thought you were absolutely-"

"It doesn't matter!" Santana shouted feeling her blood boil. Dominic let out a high pitched sneeze and a few coughs.

"Geez Bella, you sound sick. Let's go get you some children's Tylenol." He quickly picked Isabella up before she could protest that she felt fine and Brittany followed behind them and out of the room.

"Sweetie, why are you so upset?"

"How many times, must I say this?" Santana asked quietly. "I don't care how handsome he is, I don't care what ethnicity he is, I don't care if he's so nice that he won the Nobel fucking peace prize. I don't want him."

"So what do you want? Hm, do you want to live your life in shame?" Her dad asked. Santana told herself not to cry.

"No dad, I want to live my life in happiness! I want to marry a beautiful woman."

"And how do you think Bella's gonna take that?" Her mother asked her.

"A hell of a lot better than you two," Her father stood up, towering over her now.

"You will watch your mouth and respect your mother and me."

"Really, Will I?!" Santana stood up, still not half as tall as her dad. "I'm a grown damn woman, I pay my own bills, I have my own place, I have a car and I don't ask you two for anything! I'm not your little girl anymore and if you can't respect me how the hell do expect me to respect you?" she asked moving away from her father.

"Sweetie," He mother said softly, "We just want you to… to be normal. Have a normal life."

"Normal? Normal?" She repeated getting louder. "I was normal when I agreed to take Dom in and take care of him because the two of you, his parents by the way, couldn't handle it. I was normal when I took care of this whole household when I was 15 because mom had a heart attack and you were too busy at work to even call and check on us!" She turned to her dad then back to her mom as her voice cracked, "I was normal when I comforted you a whole year because he'd been cheating on you for over four! And I was normal," She looked back at her father, "I was normal when I forgave you for cheating on my mother and allowing you back into my life. Most daughters would have never spoken to their dads again." She stepped back from both her parents, "But the day I tell you that I'm gay all of a sudden. I'm not." She shook her head. "That's good to know." She left her parents in the dining room shocked at what had just happened, and as soon as she got into the living room Isabella had on Dominic's head phones listening to his iPhone. She shook her head, "I'm going to leave… I can't be here anymore." She tapped Isabella on the shoulder to let her know it was time to go.

"Bye Grandpa, bye Grandma!" She yelled, Brittany and Dominic followed close behind.

Brittany wanted the Latina to make a joke, or say something rude to Dominic or maybe even turn to look at her. But she didn't. All she did was look out the window the whole ride back. Isabella sat cuddled on her lap, sleeping on her chest while Santana played with her hair that was now out of the bun and back to its wild, long curly state. Brittany thought she'd never seen anything so cute. She placed her hand on Santana's arm and started to rub it slowly and gently; when Santana turned to look at Brittany she couldn't help but let a small smile form. Brittany mouthed, "its ok."

Brittany lied on the bed and let Dominic climb on top of her. This was it. She's decided that he had been patient enough and that it was unfair to hold out on him for some long, especially without a valid reason. "Dom, are you sure their sleep." He nodded his head kissing her neck messily.

"Yeah, and even if they aren't, we'll just be quiet." Brittany hated the thought of Santana walking in on them. Even with Dominic lying on top of her at this moment, she couldn't stop thinking about dinner. She wanted to go and comfort Santana, tell her that her parents were being unfair and close minded. She wanted to be able to let Santana cry on her shoulder if that's what she needed. It killed her to hear the hurt in Santana's voice while she was screaming and trying to stay strong during the conversation with her parents. Dominic quickly removed his jeans and shirt. Brittany looked down to see that she was completely naked. When the hell did he do that? He started to assault her mouth with tongue and she thought nothing could be any less sexy than this moment.

After they finished about 40 minutes later, Dominic was fast asleep. Brittany had to get out of that room, she needed a place to go but her car was back on campus. She got up and made her way to the bathroom and started to cry instantly. She didn't understand why she was crying, she'd had sex with Dominic before she had never felt so overwhelmed but still so empty. She looked at herself in the mirror as her tears came faster and her nose became stuffed. Her skin was now a bright pink color and but her cheeks looked flushed. She couldn't stop them from coming out. At that moment she heard the door open, and Santana's sweet face was looking back at her with concern. "Hey," She said softly closing the door. "We've gotta stop meeting like this," Brittany wanted to smile, she really did. But she couldn't get it to form. Santana knew this wasn' the time to notice how gorgeous Brittany looked with her hair simple and going down her back. And it was tarring her apart to see her crying like this.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." She told Santana who was now walking closer to her. Santana nodded her head as if to understand.

"You don't look fine," She said in practically a whisper. She took some tissue and started to wipe Brittany's tears away. "What's wrong?" Brittany just shook her head, nothing.

"I just ca-can't got back,"

"Back where?"

"To Dom's room," Santana raised an eyebrow,

"He didn't hurt you did he?" Brittany shook her head no,

"I just need some space. But I left my car on campus." Santana sighed, now only maybe an inch of space between the two.

"Either you can come and stay in my room until you calm down, or I can take you back to your dorm." Santana hoped she would pick the first option.

"It's too late for me to ask you to drive," Santana smiled.

"It's only 11 o'clock."

"I'd rather just stay in your room." Brittany said in a quiet voice.

It wasn't until they got to Santana's that Brittany noticed how short her shorts were and how much he tank top rose when she walked. Santana's say up on her head in a messy bun, but she still looked just as beautiful as she did earlier that day. Brittany stood by the wall, not sure what to do. "You can sit." Santana said. She lied down on her own bed, and she started to read. Brittany reluctantly went and laid on the other end of the bed. Thank god the bed was so big. She wanted to avoid eye contact with the dark haired women, but Brittany found it extremely hard to not stare. Her lips, her legs, he breast, everything begged for her attention. "Are you going to tell me why you were crying?" Santana finally whispered, Brittany was quiet for a minute.

"We had sex… and I don't think I liked."

"What didn't you like about it?" Santana asked putting her book down. Brittany got quiet again, so Santana moved closer to her, putting her head down on the same one Brittany's head was resting on. "What didn't you like about it?"

"I feel empty," Brittany whispered. "And I feel ashamed, and I feel used." She realized how intense the air had suddenly got in the room. "And it wasn't… it didn't feel…like it's supposed to." Santana giggled at Brittany's innocence.

"You mean you didn't cum." Brittany blushed right away and hid her face in the pillow as she nodded yes. "That's nothing to be ashamed about."

"That's not why I'm ashamed. I'm ashamed because maybe… I shouldn't have had sex with him, you know?

"Oh yeah, I know… do you feel better?" Santana slowly reached over and placed her hand on Brittany's shoulders, rubbing the area gently trying to calm her down.

She was so warm.

She smelt so good.

Santana wanted to take all of her in.

"I do." Brittany finally said avoiding looking into Santana's eyes. "What's your dream?" She asked Santana wanting to lighten the mood. Santana smiled,

"I always wanted to be a singer."

"You sing?" Santana nodded her head,

"My parents always thought it was stupid. They wanted me to get a job that was stable, and I kind of agreed. After I had Bella I decided she deserved a home and food and everything that I got when I was her age and that it would be selfish if I didn't make the right choice for her." Brittany agreed,

"You wanted her to have a stable life, I get that. But at least you had something else you loved. I can't picture doing anything else but dancing."

"My brother tells me your good."

"I can do a little somethin' somethin'." Brittany and Santana both giggled, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Santana whispered,

"How did you and Carter end up…" She could get the question out.

"Having sex?" Brittany just nodded her head. Santana sighed, remembering the story.

Santana sat on Carter's bed while they watched a movie. She had on sweats and t-shit and was trying her hardest to avoid Carters touch. But he wouldn't stop. "Carter, stop fucking touching me."

"You're my girlfriend."

"You and I both know I'm only pretending to be your girlfriend so my parents don't get suspicious." Carter scuffed. He continued to raise his hand higher up the Latina's shorts. "C'mon Carter, stop." She pushed him away causing him to fall off the bed. He got up with a smile.

"I think you should give it a try."

"Give what a try."

"Sex, you know real sex."

"Nah, I'm good." Santana said quietly. Carter laughed and got back on the bed.

"Don't you want to be normal? Don't you want to be like all the other girls and be able to brag about how good their night was because they go some-"

"Carter!" Santana protested, "I don't want to have sex." This time he was a bit more serious.

"Maybe that's why you're gay; you're scared of the D." He laughed, "Maybe if you gave it a chance you'd feel a little better about it." He pulled her down further on the bed so that she now looking at the ceiling. Cater bent down and began kissing and sucking on her neck. She had to admit, it did feel good. Maybe he was right, she'd never let Carter touch her before let alone kiss her.

Carter's hands slipped into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down quickly, "Shit, Carter… slow ok?" She said still not sure she wanted to do this.

"Shhh," He said into her ear, "I go you." She closed her eyes and let him proceed to touching her. And the more intense it got between them, the more she just wanted him to stop. Carter's hands were rough, and his chest was hairy, and she was tired of struggling to breath with him sitting on top of her.

"Carter, maybe we should stop. I don't think I want to do this anymore." He was still kissing her neck, moving to her lips and back to ear as his hands opened her legs.

"Everything could be so much simpler, just don't fight it." Santana closed her eyes and listened. She relaxed as much as she could, which wasn't a lot, and let him have his way with her.

"Carter is about 6 years older than me… I was 18 and I didn't want to be into girls. I wanted to be "normal" and I wanted to like boys. But after having sex with Carter I just realized how much I really hate men. I cried that night, and days after. I took so many showers but I couldn't get the feeling of him off of me." Santana admitted. Brittany shook her head,

"I'm sorry,"

"No Isabelle came from that. If we hadn't of had sex she wouldn't be here and I love her entirely too much." Santana laughed. "He didn't even want her, he told me to get an abortion and I told him to go fuck himself."

"Jackass." Brittany said. Santana laughed hearing Brittany cuss. Santana checked the time; they'd been talking for about 2 hours now. "I should get back to Dom's room," Brittany said getting up, Santana didn't want her to leave, but she knew it was best.

"Yeah, ok." The Latina got up to follow her out, they were close, but Brittany did realize that Santana was so close behind her. She turned around to give her a hug and Santana was still stepping forward, causing their lips to collide. Neither jumped back, and all Brittany could mutter was,

"Sorry." Santana didn't respond she simply pulled Brittany back into her, kissing her again softly, waiting to see if the blonde would kiss her back. And when she felt Brittany's lips move against her she felt fireworks exploding in her body. Brittany opened her mouth, allowing Santana's tongue to massage hers. Santana could feel herself getting hot, she could feel herself getting drunk off of Brittany; she needed to stop. NOW. After a moment, they separated, both panting from lack of breath and being so turned on. "Good night," Santana said as Brittany left.

The next morning Brittany was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Santana walked in wearing her rob. Brittany's mind started to wonder if she had anything on under it…

"Good morning," Santana whispered unsure of what to say. "Listen, last night. I shouldn't have-"

"No it was my fault."

"No," Santana denied. "It was an accident and I took it too far." Brittany nodded.

"Agree to disagree?" Santana smiled.

"Ok, well, I'm sorry." She went over to see what Brittany was cooking. "Waffles are his favorite." Santana told her,

"But pancakes are yours." Santana blushed at Brittany knowing that. "You're brother told me." Brittany made four plates and sat down by Santana. "Things don't have to be weird with us, right? I like how we talk-"

"Absolutely, not weird, I like when we talk too." Santana said starting to ear. Isabella came running inside the kitchen.

"I smell pancakes, and they smell delicious!" She sat down at her chair and started to eat. She looked at Brittany and then back to Santana. Then at Brittany and back to Santana. They both had this weird, dopy look in their eyes. "Are you my new mommy?" Isabella asked nonchalantly. Brittany blushed and Santana started stutter. Things just got weird.

"Um, I-I, we- no-uh…" She took a breath. "Mija, I promise that when I find someone you'll be the first to know. But right now, Brittany is Dominic's girlfriend." Right now? Santana thought.

Right now? Brittany thought.

"Well ok, but it'd be cool if Brittany was my new mommy, right Brittany?" Santana raised an eyebrow and have a Brittany a look saying she didn't have to answer. Brittany smiled at Isabella and said,

"It would be cool, wouldn't it?" Santana eyes grew wide, this wasn't happening.

What'd you guys think of this chapter? I love writing the dinner scene between Santana and her parents.