Bring Me Home
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A/N: Alright, for all of you who moaned about the Brittana lovin' being cut short last chapter, I added a little snippet that will hopefully satisfy your craving. Enjoy!
Chapter 4: Life Is Just A Bowl Of Cherries
Late May, 2012
"I feel dreadful about this." Rachel softly admits. A tiny hand wraps itself into her silky hair, twirling the strands around little fingers until she cracks a smile.
"Don't stress over it, Berry." Puck looks up from his plate of spaghetti to the girl gently rocking his daughter in her lap.
"Puck's right," Quinn agrees, "stop worrying yourself to death about it. At the end of the day, you have to do what is best for you Rachel. This play is an incredible opportunity for you to get your foot in the door."
"Yes this is a magnificent opportunity, one that I have been painstakingly awaiting my entire life for…I just wish it didn't come at Glee's expense."
"Fuu…" Puck stops mid-word as the two older girls viciously glare at him, "fudge it, with the way Schuester's been treating you since whatsherface? showed up, you don't owe him nothing."
"Mr. Schuester gave Charlotte the lead because she is capable of leading the team to a victory." As difficult as it was to admit, Charlotte is a wonderful singer. The fact that Mr. Schuester adores the girl and readily gave her Rachel's solo was like pouring salt and lemon juice in an open wound.
"You are the one who leads us to victory." Quinn argues, reaching across the wobbly table of their favorite Italian restaurant to clasp Rachel's hand in her own, "Even way back in sophomore year when Coach Sylvester leaked the set list and we all just sat there like idiots while the other teams did all our numbers. It was you, Rachel that got us up off of our butts and put together the new numbers. Everyone was so busy patting Finn on the back for returning that they forgot it was you who carried us through, and it was also you who stopped the group from skinning Santana and Brittany alive for helping Coach."
"Be that as it may," Rachel smiles to herself, though they have been friends for months now, it's still a bit strange to hear such praise come from a girl who used to despise her, "it's called Glee Club, not the Rachel Berry show with a dozen backup performers. I gladly stepped aside for the greater good of the group."
"Oh that's complete bullshit and you know it."
"Noah!"
"Puck!" both girls exclaim, Rachel even goes so far as to cover little Sophia's ears.
"Hey you took away my F bombs, there's no way I'm giving you my brown word too."
"Well then you can explain to your mother when Soph's first word is S.H.I.T."
"Whatever," Puck rolls his eyes at Quinn's dramatics but they all know deep down he's terrified of pissing off his mom. "look Schue's being a jerk, we all know he took away your solo as punishment for always pointing out how incompetent he really is. Did you know he actually blackmailed Finn to join Glee, of course Finn is too retarded to realize when he's being played but Schuester's always preaching about doing the right thing. Hypercritical jackoff."
"That's appalling!" Rachel gasps.
"Guess Coach Sylvester was right," Quinn shakes her head gravely, "you really can't trust a man with curly hair."
"See, all these years you guys were ragging on my 'hawk when the real danger lies with the man who uses too much products."
Summer 2013
They're running late, Quinn's phone call interrupted their mid-morning snuggling to inform Brittany that she'll pick them up for the little Glee reunion lunch in twenty minutes. Time being of the essence, Santana had no trouble at all convincing Brittany to join her in the shower. It's a flimsy excuse but neither one is complaining. Thirteen minutes pass as they stand under the now lukewarm spray of water, Santana's fingers buried deep inside of Brittany's heat and her mouth greedily drinking in the blondes pleasurable moans.
Brittany makes a sound deep in her throat, dragging her nails down the Latina's back then gripping Santana's firm ass roughly, hiking the other girl onto her thigh encouraging her to grind a bit harder. Santana chuckles lightly, everyone would assume that she is the assertive one in this relationship, oh if they only knew how commanding Brittany can be when she's this turned on. But on second thought, she'd happily kick the ass of anyone who dared to find out just how amazing Brittany is during sex.
"Fuck S!" and she swears a lot too, bonus! "You make me feel so good."
"Brit," Santana groans, her tongue darting out to circle a rose colored nipple then catching it between her teeth to tug gently. Brittany's hips buck against her at the sensation so she adds another finger, crooking them slightly while rubbing her thumb around the other girl's clit.
"Sssss!" Brittany hisses as her body convulses, the tremors are enough to push Santana over the edge and she pushes her forehead in between Brittany's breast, riding out the delicious waves of release.
Once her breathing returns to normal, she reaches out a hand to shut off the water and that's when she hears the doorbell ringing incessantly, followed by a loud banging on the front door and Quinn's voice calling out her name. Their twenty minute warning was up, and she's sure that Quinn is going to bitch at her all afternoon for making her wait but as Brittany presses soft kisses along her jaw and wraps a towel snuggly around her body, Santana can't seem to muster up enough energy to give a damn.
Puck is having the hardest time getting his daughter to eat her lunch, a scowl marring his features because his dining companions Kurt, Mercedes, Matt, Artie and Tina aren't any help in getting the toddler to swallow the grilled cheese sandwich. Instead they're stuck somewhere in between amusement and revulsion each time the child takes a bite of the sandwich only to push the mushed up food back out of her mouth seconds later.
He looks up relieved as Quinn walks into the restaurant and spots their group in the corner. Santana and Brittany follow close behind the young mother, their hands clasped tightly and secretive smiles pasted onto their happy faces. Puck gives Quinn a 'this is gonna end badly' look to which she silently replies, 'a disaster waiting to happen.'
Food orders are placed and Quinn effortlessly has Sophia half finished with her meal. The plan was to have an original Glee Club reunion but not everyone was able to make it back after their first year of college.
"So where's Lady Gaga?" Kurt drawls, tentatively touching his D&G sunglasses atop his head "I wore my special fashion disaster deflection shades in anticipation of whatever horrific ensemble she chose for this occasion."
"Rachel stayed in New York," Santana snarls at the bitchy little twerp, "she landed the role of Penny in a stage adaptation of 'Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along. I caught part of her rehearsal before I left, she's going to be amazing."
"Rach was so excited about it, and to be working with Neil Patrick Harris. We talked for like three hours last week."
"She's doing a show with NPH," Brittany asks, "that's kind of a big deal, right?"
"Yes, it is." Kurt covetously admits, using his pinky to shift his bangs out of his eyes. He tries to think of some insult to bring the diva down but the look that Santana and Quinn are currently giving him, has his mouth momentarily shut on the topic of Rachel Berry.
Santana sneers again just for good measure, even she has to admit that sticking up for Rachel after years of treating the girl like something to be scraped off of your shoe, is weird. But once away from Lima, she found it surprisingly easy to befriend Rachel, their relationship is more like a sisterly bond, she may snipe at the girl all day but if anyone else tries to fuck with her then Santana will prove what badass is made of.
"You know Q," Puck says around a mouth full of fries, "you should come see the final show with me when I drive Santana's stuff back to New York."
"I don't think that's a good idea, I mean I can't just up and leave town, what about Sophia?"
"We can bring her." He suggests, ruffling his daughter's dark blond hair and causing the girl to giggle.
"I think she's a bit too young to bring to see a play that doesn't involve puppets, Puck."
"So, we can have Bubby Tovah watch her, she's been dying to see our little girl in the flesh anyway."
"Yeah Q, she'd love to babysit little S." Santana pulls her attention away from gazing into Brittany's cerulean eyes long enough to chime in. "Puck and Rach have shown Bubby so many pictures and talk about every nauseatingly cute thing the kid's ever done, you'd think that she was the grandmother."
"Why is Puck driving you back?" Tina asks without a trace of a stutter.
"He's helping me deliver my bed for our new apartment. Bubby has a friend that's moving to Boca Raton and letting Rach and me sublet her apartment."
"Let you sublet it?" Quinn snorts as she wipes her daughter's hands clean, "The way I heard it you ruthlessly won the apartment in a canasta deathmatch with the old woman."
"Not my fault she didn't have the collateral to back up the hand," Santana shrugs unapologetically. "Mrs. Silverman was the one who wanted to play high stakes, she totally would have beat me for my iPad. I mean really, what the hell am I suppose to do with blood pressure medication anyway?"
"You swindled an old woman out of her home?" Matt asks trying hard not to look too impressed.
"She was moving anyway!" throwing up her hands in aggravation, Santana takes a deep breath and tries to focus on Brittany's hand drawing soothing circles on the inside of her thigh and not diving across the table to smack that look off of Matt's face. "We needed a place, Silverman was sick of the city, it was a win win."
"You're moving out of the dorms already?" Mercedes asks, "Isn't it really expensive in the city and you're only gonna be a sophomore?"
"Rachel's roommate is taking some time off next semester to become a principal dancer with the American Ballet Theater. Aubrey is one of the few at Julliard who don't worship Rachel like she's the love child of Fosse and Minelli. She didn't want to chance rooming with someone who was likely to be up her ass every second of the day and I've spent more time in the dorms at Julliard than at Columbia, so it just made sense that we find a place to share."
"Wait a tick," Kurt interrupts, cause there was seriously so many things wrong with what Santana just said about Berry, "you're going to be rooming with Rachel? Willingly?"
"The same Rachel who's neighbors started a petition to get her to stop sing all the damn time?" Mercedes turns to Kurt and the two laugh like what she just said was the funniest damn joke ever told. "I'll give it a week before the first round of bloodletting."
"You know, you two cackling over there like a couple of snotty bitches is getting real old." Puck grumbles, effectively silencing their giggles. "I don't know what the fuck's your issue with Rachel but knock it the fuck off!"
"Says the guy whose day wasn't complete unless he tossed a slushie in her face." Kurt counters, undaunted by Puck's ire, "I refuse to believe Rachel's that good in bed to make you the defender of her honor."
"What's the matter Beyonce, you got 'gina envy?"
"Alright that's enough, all of you!" Quinn shouts just before Santana's fingers inch towards the knife sitting on the table in front of her. "First of all, Rachel is our friend so if you've got a problem with her then you've got a problem with us." motioning to Puck, Santana and herself. "Secondly, watch your language, there is a child sitting right here and the last thing I need is for her to pick up on your filthy language! And third, Rachel never slept with Puck." Quinn's not sure why exactly it was so important that she throw that last part in but as long as she was defending Rachel she figured she might as well put that speculation to rest.
"I have to get to work." Brittany's voice softly cuts through the tension that's quickly disintegrating their friendly little lunch.
Santana grits her teeth, still itching for a fight and add on top of that a whole afternoon without Brittany and she's desperate for some sort of outlet for her annoyance. Instead of handing out a richly deserved ass whooping, she grips Brittany's hand as she slides out of the booth, tossing money for their food onto the table. If they hurry then they'll be able to squeeze in quick make out session before Brittany has to clock in to her shift at Express.