I'm excited about this chapter, I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 4- She's Great
One week had passed since Brittany had realized the truth about Santana. Throughout the week she had gained a friendship with the girl, a friendship more powerful than anything she had ever had before. There was something about her, something that Brittany loved, and she was just so happy the girl was in her life. It was a little weird at first, considering how much she hated Santana when she first moved into the house, but at this point things were different.
Santana was kind, gentle, and loving. She worried about everything, especially Brittany. She always asked Brittany if she was okay, and Brittany kind of liked that. It was nice to have someone in her life who cared for her. Her husband cared for her, but Santana was Santana, something different.
At 3pm Brittany pulled up outside of Hill View, the all girls school Santana was attending. It was her first day at the school, so Brittany offered to pick her up. The woman was also worried, she hoped her step-daughter had a good first day, but she knew what school was like. The school was filled with bullies, just like every other school.
She tapped impatiently on the steering wheel, glancing at her watch every second just to see how much longer she had to wait. A few minutes later the doors of the school opened, and out came a load of students all wearing a uniform. Brittany squinted, desperately trying to spot Santana among the crowd, unfortunately the girl was nowhere to be seen. Of course she couldn't see her step-daughter, there was like a million girls all dressed in the same clothes, spotting Santana was impossible.
Eventually the car door opened and Santana climbed into the passenger seat. Brittany was alarmed at first, but calmed down when she realized it was just Santana. She turned to look at the girl, admiring her outfit for the 10th time that day. Santana was wearing a long black pencil skirt and black sweater with the words 'Hill View' written in the top right hand corner. Underneath the sweater was a black tie with stripes. Brittany thought she looked lovely. Her long black hair was tied up in a bun, apparently it was mandatory for the girls to have their hair tied back.
"How was your first day?" Brittany asked, turning on the car engine and pulling away from the school.
Santana looked out of the car window. "It was okay," she said quietly.
Brittany knew immediately that something was wrong. Santana was upset about something, and Brittany was going to find out what that thing was. "What's wrong? Did something happen at school?" She asked in a worried voice.
"No, no," Santana quickly assured her. "Nothing happened."
Brittany frowned. "Then why are you so quiet?" She asked.
"I've just had a really long day," Santana said, leaning back in the passenger seat. "I knew the school would be strict, but I had no idea how strict it actually would be. Did you know you're not allowed to talk in class? If the teacher catches you looking around the room, you get detention," she added.
"Good job I never went there, I would have been kicked out within an hour," Brittany joked.
"I'm glad everyone behaves themselves, I couldn't think of anything worse than being stuck with bullies and class clowns," Santana said.
Brittany gulped. It was definitely a good job Santana didn't know Brittany back in the day. "Well...you would have hated being in school with me," she said, forcing out a laugh. Santana looked at her curiously, wondering what she meant by that. Brittany continued. "I misbehaved when I was in high school, but I wasn't a bully or anything. Things were a little different back then, Santana. We all loved a good laugh, but we had respect for each other."
"Were you popular?" Santana asked.
Brittany nodded her head. "Oh, yeah," she laughed. "I was very popular, oh how quickly things change," she mumbled.
"You're still popular now, you have lots of friends," Santana said, trying to cheer the woman up.
"Nope, I don't really have many friends, but that doesn't particularly bother me," she shrugged. "I'm not a kid anymore, I don't want to be popular or anything."
"I don't want to be popular either," Santana said, surprising Brittany. "I mean, I do want to make friends, but I don't want to be the girl everyone wants to be around. That would just make me feel uncomfortable, you know?"
Brittany smiled. "Yeah, I know," she said quietly. "Anyway, what's happened to your New York friends? Was I right about them? Have they not been in contact or anything?"
Santana looked down and her smiled faded after hearing Brittany's question. "No, no they haven't text me or anything yet," she said.
"Oh, that's a shame," Brittany mumbled, pulling up outside of the house. "I'm sure you don't need them anyway," she added.
"I suppose you were right," Santana nodded. "Oh, another thing. I think I need a new phone, this one keeps driving me crazy, it's not working properly," she said.
"Okay, well I'll talk to your dad tonight and if you're lucky we'll go out tomorrow and buy you a new one," Brittany said.
"Thanks, Brittany!" Santana exclaimed, the smile returning to her face. "You're the best."
Brittany blushed at her step-daughters words. She looked out of the window before the girl could see her bright red face. "I know I am," she laughed. "Go on, get yourself inside, I have to go to work but I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Okay," Santana smiled, unbuckling her seat belt and stepping out of the car. "Bye!"
Brittany watched as the girl ran up the drive and into the house. She didn't pull away until minutes later, when she finally realized that she was still smiling like an idiot staring at the door Santana had just entered. She was warming to Santana, and that scared her a little bit. She wouldn't say she was attracted to the girl, but she could feel something there, something more than a mother/daughter relationship. It was scary, but good at the same time.
"Yo, there's my favorite customer!" Tony, Brittany's dealer said when he walked into the grocery store. Brittany looked up from behind the counter and stared at the man wearing a dark tracksuit.
"You're late," Brittany said, pointing to the clock. "I told you I'd be on time."
"I'm a busy person," Tony shrugged. "Anyway, here's your order, take your time with it."
"Thank you," Brittany smiled, taking the bag of weed out of the mans hand and shoving it under the counter so no one could see. "Same time next week?" She asked.
"Yeah," Tony nodded, receiving the money and leaving the store.
"Who was that?" The familiar voice startled Brittany. She looked over to the door where she saw Santana standing, looking back and forth between her and Tony.
"Oh, that was no one, just a friend," Brittany lied, her facing turning red. She cleared her throat, surprised by the unexpected appearance of her step-daughter. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be, erm, playing with your action figure of something?"
"I was just on a jog," Santana said. Brittany looked over the girls outfit and gulped when she saw what she was wearing. Santana was wearing a pair of black shorts which Brittany was pretty sure showed a slight bulge, with a white tank top and a sports bra underneath. Santana was all sweaty, but Brittany thought she looked beyond hot. She quickly pulled her eyes away from the girl when she noticed her staring curiously, wondering why Brittany's eyes were fixed on her. "I figured I'd come and see you, since I was passing by anyway," she added.
"That's nice of you," Brittany gulped.
"Do many people like him come into the store?" Santana asked curiously.
Brittany looked down and started counting some money. "It's a grocery store, Santana. Lots of people come in here for all different reasons," she said.
"Do loads of people give you packages?" Santana asked, raising an eyebrow.
Brittany looked up, wishing the girl had never walked into the store. Santana wasn't stupid, she knew what was going on. Brittany just hoped she wouldn't tell Dex, she couldn't have him knowing about all her secrets. "No, not really. It's not like it's for me or anything," she lied.
"Who is it for?" Santana asked.
What's with all of these questions? Brittany thought to herself.
Brittany shook her head, wanting the conversation to be over. "It's for my boss, she always gets packages delivered here," she answered, referring to Mercedes.
"Britt, you can go home now if you want," Mercedes said, coming from the office a moment too soon. Brittany glared the woman, begging her to go away, but Mercedes didn't move.
"Is this your boss?" Santana asked, shifting her eyes between Mercedes and Brittany.
Mercedes smiled. "I run this store, is there something I can help you with?" She asked politely.
Santana shook her head. "N-no," she stuttered. "I'm just here to see my...step-mom."
Mercedes' eyes widened. "Oh my god, your Brittany's step-daughter!" She exclaimed. Santana smiled shyly. "Oh, Brittany's told me all about you and how much of an amazing girl you are," she lied, clearly. As a matter of fact, Brittany hadn't told her friends about how much she liked the girl, and how she shouldn't have judged her in the first place.
Santana smirked. "She called me amazing?"
"She sure did," Mercedes lied again. "Anyway, I guess I'll leave you two to talk, have a good night, Santana"
Mercedes was about to walk away when Brittany stopped her. "Cedes, Tony's been to deliver your package," she said, trying to convince Santana that the package she had received from the drug dealer wasn't for her.
"My package?" Mercedes frowned, not playing along. "That's not- oh, right, my package, of course," she corrected herself, understanding that Brittany wouldn't want Santana to know about the drugs. "Thanks for collecting it," she smiled.
"No problem," Brittany smiled back. "See, it was for my boss," she said to Santana.
"Hmm, okay," the girl said quietly. "I guess I better get going."
"Do you want a ride?" Brittany asked, grabbing her jacket from the stool behind the counter. "I'm leaving now, so if you want a ride I'll give you one."
Santana thought about it for a moment, then said, "It's okay, I think I'll just jog home. It would be pretty lazy for you to drive me home when I told dad I was going out on a jog," she laughed.
For some reason Brittany felt disappointed. She wanted to spend more time with the girl. She knew once they got home it would all be about Santana and Dex, she would be pushed to the side and wouldn't get to spend much time with Santana. She knew the thoughts going through her head had to stop, it was unhealthy the way she was thinking. Surely Brittany should have wanted to spend time with her husband, not Santana. Things were just going to get worse, way worse.
"Okay, I'll see you at home then," Brittany said, forcing a smile.
"You have to tell me more about school, what clubs can you join?" Dex asked when the three of them sat down for dinner. Instead of cooking, Brittany decided to order Chinese food as soon as she got home from work. Santana, as expected, was playing a game with Dex. She couldn't help but feel jealous.
"Come on, it's her first day, right now she probably just wants to concentrate on her school work instead of joining clubs," Brittany said, pouring herself a glass of coke.
Santana nodded her head. "Yeah, Brittany's right," she said, making the woman smile. She loved it when Santana said her name, it sounded so good. "I don't think I'll be joining any clubs if I'm being completely honest. It's senior year, it's not like I have much more time left."
"Don't be silly, you have lots of time left," Dex said, keen for his daughter to join some club so she could make friends. "It's only the beginning of the school year, it's not too late to go looking for something you might be interested in."
"I've never really wanted to join a club in school, though," Santana said honestly. "I can make friends another way."
"You said you're not allowed to talk in class? How can you make friends without joining a club?" Dex asked.
Brittany rolled her eyes. "She gets breaks, Dex," she said, annoyed with her husband for some reason. "They only have to be quiet during class, I'm sure they don't have to walk around the school like fucking mutes all day."
Dex glared at his wife. "Watch your language," he reminded her.
"She's heard it all before, Dex. Remember that," Brittany said. That was another thing that had pissed Brittany off. She hated how her husband always said something whenever she swore in front of Santana, it was as if the girl was only a young child who had never heard a bad word before.
"Yes, she's heard it all coming from your mouth," Dex argued.
"It's okay dad, I don't mind," Santana said.
"See, she doesn't mind," Brittany smiled, throwing some noodles into her mouth. "Anyway, I think it's good that she wants to concentrate more on school work than a social life. Education is important." That and the fact Santana making friends meant Brittany would get to spend even less time with her.
"Brittany, can I speak to you in the hall for a moment?" Dex asked, already standing up before the woman had a chance to say anything. Instead of saying anything, Brittany stood up and followed her husband out of the kitchen. "What the hell is going on?" He hissed, keeping his voice down.
Brittany frowned. "What do you mean?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dex closed his eyes tightly. "One minute you can't stand my daughter, then the next minute you're acting like she's your best friend or something!"
Brittany shrugged her shoulders. "She's a good kid," she said.
"I know that," he nodded, glaring at his wife. "But you've always had a problem with her, what's changed?"
Brittany thought about it for a moment, what had changed? Well, she had realized Santana was a cool kid who wasn't trying to destroy her marriage. She liked how the girl wasn't a bully and didn't judge her for all the bad things she had done. She had recently watched her masturbate...and enjoyed it. Not to mention she was convinced she was attracted to the girl a little bit, but not attracted at the same time. It was confusing for her, but overall, Santana wasn't bad. That's what had changed.
She couldn't share her thoughts with Dex, so she said, "you were right about what you said to me last week. Santana's my step-daughter and I shouldn't be too hard on her. I really want to be the best person I can be, which is why I'm trying to like her."
Dex smiled. "She's an awesome kid."
"Yeah, she is," Brittany smiled back. "I think you should stop being so soft on her, though. I-I know she's your daughter but she doesn't want to be treated like a little kid. She's heard bad words before, she's probably saw a lot more than you think."
His smile quickly faded. "She's my little girl, there's nothing wrong with wanting to protect her from the awful world we live in."
Brittany grabbed the mans hand and squeezed it tightly. "She's needs to be prepared for the big bad world. One day she's going to move out and she's not going to be able to know how to cope because you've protected her from everything."
Dex shook his head. "She hated living in New York, I know how much bad shit went on there. She's seen enough."
Brittany sighed. "She's not as fragile as you think," she told him.
She fucks herself hard, Brittany thought to herself. Wait, I shouldn't be thinking this. Get out of my head! Get out! Get out! Get out!
"I know," Dex said, nodding his head.
You know what? That your daughter fucks herself hard? She thought again, panicking. Oh, that was just in my head, of course it was.
Brittany cleared her throat. "Shall we go back in the kitchen? I'm sure Santana's probably wondering what we're doing," she said. She didn't want the girl to wonder too much. She was just having a conversation with her husband, nothing else.
They both sat back down at the table and finished eating their dinner. Once they had finished and were just relaxing making small talk, Santana spoke up. "I know I said I didn't want to join any clubs at school, but there's a running club at the park that I might be interested in."
"A running club?" Dex said, frowning. "What on earth is that?"
"It's this fitness thing, I noticed it when I was on a jog earlier today. They do laps around the park, it's a great way to stay healthy and-"
"Absolutely not," Brittany said quickly, interrupting the girl. "There's no way I'm letting you join a running club. You'll end up having a heart attack or something."
"I like to run," Santana shrugged. "It's healthy and-"
"You're way too young to join that club," Brittany said, interrupting again.
Dex laughed at his wife. "So much for wanting to stop treating her like a kid! You're the worst one for it."
Brittany rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink. "I know what club she's referring to, which is why I'm putting my foot down on this one," she said.
"This one isn't up to you, sweetie," Dex said, placing his hand on top of hers. For a moment Brittany felt uncomfortable. She knew Santana could see where her dads hand was. "If Santana wants to join this club, then she can."
"Over my dead body!" Brittany shouted, slamming her fist down on the table.
"Hey, calm down," Santana said calmly, staring at Brittany with concern written all over her face. "If you don't want me to do it, then I wont."
"Good," Brittany gulped, nodding.
"What's wrong with this club? Why are you so against her joining?" Dex asked curiously.
Brittany ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. "I know the women who run there, they're not as fit as you think," she said, pausing for a moment before continuing. "They take these drugs while running, it's stops them from needing a rest. I don't want Santana joining a club where drugs are involved," she admitted.
Dex frowned. "How do you know they do drugs?"
Because my dealer delivers all sorts of things to them, Brittany said to herself.
"I just know they do," she answered.
"I think I'll just stick to running on my own, I-I don't want to do it anymore," Santana said in a worried voice.
"Not to worry, sweetheart," Dex said softly. "If you want to join a running club, we could go into town tomorrow and see if there's something that might interest you."
"No, it's okay. I don't really want to do it anymore," Santana said.
"Nonsense, of course you want to," Dex replied, earning a glare from his wife. "Brittany could even join a running club with you!"
Brittany's eyes widened. "I'd definitely end up having a heart attack. No way will you ever catch me running down the street."
"The other day you chased the mail man down the street," Santana pointed out, smirking as she remembered the funny memory. "Me and dad were convinced you were going to fall over. You still had your slippers on."
"He was trying to steal the mail, I had no other choice!" Brittany protested.
Dex laughed and shook his head. "It was a misunderstanding," he said.
Brittany shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I'm already going into town tomorrow to get Santana a new phone," she said to her husband. Only then did she realize that she hadn't discussed it with him yet. "Santana's phone isn't working properly so I'm taking her to get a new one."
Dex thought for a moment then nodded his head. "Okay, do you want me to come with you? We could still look at running clubs for Santana to join."
"No, it's okay, I'll just take her," Brittany said quickly, wanting nothing more than to spend an hour or two alone with Santana. She felt guilty for wanting her husband to back off, but there was something about Santana she craved. "Anyway, don't you have a meeting at 5pm tomorrow?"
Dex closed his eyes tightly. "Yes, of course. How could I forget," he moaned to himself. "I'll just give you some money in the morning and Santana can pick out any phone she wants."
"I have money," Brittany stated. "I can just buy her something."
Hopefully she wont pick something that's $600, I'll be so pissed off, she thought to herself.
"I have the money," Dex argued back. "Just let me pay for it."
"No!" Brittany exclaimed. "I'm taking her so I'm paying for it."
"Since when did you start becoming so generous with your money?" Dex asked.
Since I watched your daughter masturbating and realized there's something about her that I like. Yeah, since then, she thought to herself.
"I'm trying to be nice, you know that," she smiled, not mentioning the fact that she wants to buy Santana something.
"Very well," Dex mumbled. "Do you want to do the dishes tonight? Or do you want me to do them?" He asked.
"I'll do them," Santana said quickly, already standing up and grabbing the empty plates and taking them over to the counter. Brittany and Dex were surprised by Santana's actions. "While I'm living here, I'm going to help out as much as possible. I don't mind doing the dishes," she shrugged.
"Did you threaten her again?" Dex whispered in Brittany's ear.
Brittany shook her head, her eyes still fixed on Santana. "No, I didn't say anything," she replied honestly.
Once Santana got started on the dishes, Dex left the kitchen and went upstairs to catch up on some work. He asked Brittany not to disturb him, so she stayed downstairs in the kitchen, staring at Santana's ass. No, watching Santana do the dishes. She listened as the girl hummed quietly to herself, in her own little world. The noise was soothing, and for a moment Brittany closed her eyes and enjoyed the sound of Santana's voice as it echoed through the room. When Santana turned away from the sink and looked at the woman, Brittany pretended to be busy reading an old magazine at the edge of the table.
Santana laughed softly, making Brittany blush. She was pretty sure she had been caught staring at the girl, but Santana chose not to say anything. Instead, she turned her back and continued washing the dishes. Then, like before, Brittany looked up and continued staring at her, licking her lips every so often. She thought about the next day, and how excited she was to pick Santana up from school so she could take her shopping. She couldn't wait to spend some time with her out of the house, away from Dex.
Dex, her husband she so deeply loved. It was sad in a way how much things had changed since Santana walked into her life. At first she hated the girl, then she liked the girl, and now she hates her husband. It was strange really. Well, she wouldn't say she hated her husband, but for some reason she didn't want to spend much time with him. She much preferred Santana's company. She still had so much to learn about the girl, but she was beginning to enjoy every single moment of it.
"Are you not going out for a drink tonight?" Santana asked, pulling Brittany away from her thoughts.
She sat up straight in her chair, making sure not to look at Santana's crotch when she turned around. She licked her lips before replying, "Tina hasn't asked me to go out tonight, so I think I'm just staying in."
"Do you just go out drinking with Tina?" She asked while drying a plate.
Brittany shook her head. "Tina's my best friend, so I guess I go out drinking with her quite a lot, but there's also Mercedes, and some other friends." Some other friends meant one or two other people. She didn't really have many friends, not since she left high school.
"Cool, where do you go?" She asked.
"Just our usual bar in town, we've been going there for years," she said.
"So since you're not going out tonight, will you be drinking in the house?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Brittany thought about what to say. She didn't want to lie to the girl, but she didn't want to look like an alcoholic who drank every night. she could see a bottle of vodka staring at her, and she already knew the answer, so she nodded her head. "Thought so," Santana mumbled.
Brittany snapped her head up to Santana. "What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing," Santana said quietly. "I-I just had a feeling you would be drinking tonight, like every other night," she mumbled the last part.
"Do you have a problem with it?" Brittany asked.
Santana shook her head, then after a moment, she nodded. "Yes and no," she mumbled, still drying the plates. Brittany gestured for her to continue, curious to know what the girl had to say. "I just...worry sometimes that you're drinking too much. I know it's legal, harmless if it's just now and again, but you drink more than anyone I know."
"Santana, there's no need to worry about me, I have everything under control," Brittany said softly.
"Really? Is that why every night you're down here for hours getting drunk and not even knowing it," she said, tears forming in her eyes. Brittany's heart broke at the sight, she didn't think Santana cared about her that much. "Sometimes I think you forget where you are."
Brittany stood up and walked over to the girl. She waited for Santana to look at her before saying, "I'm sober now, you really don't have to worry about anything."
Santana turned her back on Brittany. "On the night I left the house at midnight to meet the man who sold me the action figure, can you remember what you said to me?" Brittany shook her head. "You said it was dangerous to walk the streets late at night because rapists, paedophiles, all sorts of people are lurking about."
"Okay," Brittany said, not exactly sure where Santana was going with this.
Santana turned back around to face the woman. "You go out drinking and sometimes you come home and can't even remember your name. Anything could happen to you, you do realize that, don't you?"
No way was she going to let a teenager tell her what what she could and couldn't do. "I think you'll find that I'm the adult here, Santana," she said sternly. "What I do is none of your business. I'm a grown woman, I can look out for myself."
"You can't, Brittany," Santana argued, raising her voice for probably the first time. "Sorry, I just...I just don't want anything to happen to you," she admitted.
Brittany walked over to the table and sat back down, Santana's eyes following her. "I don't have a drink problem, I'm aware of my name at all times, please don't worry about me. I'm safe." She lied, knowing there had been many times when she had forgotten her name.
Santana walked over to the table and sat down opposite Brittany. "Does dad know how often you come down here?" She asked.
Brittany shook her head. "Your father is a very deep sleeper, most of the time he doesn't hear me getting out of bed," she answered. "However, he does know I like my drink, so that's okay."
"Does he know how much you like to drink on your own?" She questioned.
Brittany sighed. "Santana, the questions have to stop now, you're going too far," she told the girl.
Santana wouldn't back down, she kept pushing. "Does he know that your boss gets drugs delivered to the grocery store, and you have to collect them?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Brittany ran her fingers through her hair, wishing she would stop. "Does he know that-"
"That's enough!" Brittany snapped, slamming her hand down on the table. "You have no right to speak to me like this. What goes on in my life is none of your business, you really need to stop with all of this nonsense."
"I think you need help," Santana blurted out.
"I think it's time you went upstairs, I'll finish drying the dishes," Brittany said, glaring at the girl.
Santana looked pissed off. "Why do you want me to go upstairs? Is it time for you to get drunk or something? Is that why you want me out the way?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it. Santana gasped, knowing that maybe she had gone a step too far.
Brittany's face softened, she hadn't expected to hear that coming out of Santana's mouth. It hurt, more than she ever imagined. "It's time for you to go upstairs," she said in a small voice.
"Brittany, I-"
"Upstairs, Santana," Brittany repeated.
At 3am Brittany was sitting in the kitchen finishing off her drink. She had lost count of the amount of hours she had been downstairs, but for some reason she didn't want to go to bed. She guessed it was because of the guilt. Sleeping next to her husband had been hard since Santana walked into her life. Sleeping next to him felt wrong, even though it shouldn't. She also felt bad about shouting at Santana. The girl was right about everything she had said, yet Brittany shouted at her and told her to go upstairs.
Knowing she couldn't stay downstairs forever, she downed the rest of her drink and stumbled upstairs. She figured she was drunk enough to sleep without worrying about anything. She crawled into bed and turned away from her husband, not wanting to see his face.
After attempting to get to sleep for over an hour, Brittany sighed and climbed out of bed, tiptoeing over to the bedroom door. She looked back one more time to see if her husband was still asleep, thankfully he was. She then left the bedroom and made her way down the hall and into Santana's. She didn't realize what she was doing until she sobered up a little bit and noticed she was hovering over Santana's bed.
She even looks cute when she sleeps, Brittany thought to herself.
The light from the street lamp outside shone through the window and reflected off Santana's face. Brittany could see her clearly, and she thought she looked like an angel. She tilted her head to the side, desperately trying to get a better look at the girl. She rocked back and forth on her heels as she tried to keep herself up. The room was spinning, her body swayed from side to side, and before she could stop herself, she fell forward and landed on top of Santana.
"Oh, fuck," Brittany mumbled, her body crushing the girl under the covers.
There was movement, then just as she closed her eyes, a strong arm pushed her off the bed. "What the hell?!" Santana shouted, alarmed. She reached over and turned on her light, only to discover her step-mom knocked out on the floor. "B-Brittany, what the- what's going on?"
Brittany eventually opened her eyes and rolled on her back. She could see Santana leaning over the bed and staring at her with wide eyes. "Shit, this isn't good," she said, more so to herself than Santana.
"Why are you in my bedroom?" Santana asked quickly, covering up her half naked body.
Brittany smirked to herself, knowing Santana didn't have any pants on. She wondered what boxers she was wearing, then she realized she was drunk and shouldn't be thinking about such things. Instead of telling a lie, Brittany said, "I got drunk and went to bed, but I couldn't sleep so I came in here." She slurred her words.
"Fuck," Santana mumbled, burying her head in her hands. "Brittany, you need to go to bed, it's late," she whispered.
Brittany shook her head and rolled onto her side. "Nope, it's early actually," she giggled. "Mrs. Briers from across the street always wakes up at this time."
"You never wake up at this time so please go to bed, it's late," Santana said calmly.
Brittany sighed and reluctantly got to her feet. Santana climbed out of bed and helped Brittany over to the door, knowing the woman would never make it back to her room without face planting the floor. Brittany tried to look at the half-naked girl, but Santana held her firmly, making it impossible for her to see her dick. Correction, see her. They slowly walked down the hall toward Brittany's room. Santana opened the door and guided the woman inside and over to the bed.
"Go to sleep," Santana whispered in her ear, pulling the covers over her body and tucking her in. Brittany smiled widely, it felt good to be getting looked after.
Santana attempted to walk away but Brittany grabbed her arm. "Santana," she whispered, pulling the girl onto the bed. "If you look out of your window in about 10 minutes, you'll see Mrs. Briers making some coffee," she told the girl.
"I'll look out for her," Santana promised, nodding her head. "Only if you go to sleep, though," she added.
Brittany pouted. "Fine," she huffed, releasing the girls arm and allowing her to tiptoe back over to the door. Brittany noticed how quiet Santana was when she walked, she was slightly jealous of that. She always sounded like an elephant when she walked around the room. Probably because most of the time she was drunk.
"Goodnight, Santana," Brittany said loudly, causing the girl to quickly turn around and tell her to shut up.
"You have to be quiet, now go to sleep," Santana said sternly, before making her way out of the room. She turned back around one last time and said, "Goodnight, Brittany."
When Santana had gone back to her room, Brittany rolled over and tapped her husband on the shoulder. "I bet she's never tucked you into bed," she giggled, still absolutely drunk. Dex continued to snore, unaware of anything that had happened. "She likes me more than you," she added, sighing contently and closing her eyes.
Santana tucked me into bed while she was half naked. Santana's great, Brittany thought to herself.
Little did she know, she would regret it in the morning.