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Chapter 7, The new soccer coach

Thursday, week 2

"This is going to be very interesting," Quinn said excitedly as she and Santana drove to the soccer fields of their club, well, the soccer club of their children.

Siera and Rosie were quietly sitting in back, not knowing what to think of their mother's strange behavior. Normally, just one of their parents would go to soccer practice with them. On Monday's, Santana or Brittany would drive and on Thursday's mostly Quinn. But now, both Santana and Quinn were going with them and the girls thought it was very suspicious.

After ten minutes they finally arrived. Santana parked the car close to the entrance, like she always did, and the four of them walked to the most right field.

"And remember girls, just because we made jokes about miss Sylvester, doesn't give you guys permission to do the same, okay?" Quinn told them for the third time and the girls nodded with a huff. Their mothers really were crazy sometimes and this was just another conformation.

Once arrived, most of the teammates plus mothers or/and fathers were already there. But there was no sign of Sue Sylvester yet.

Siera and Rosie instantly ran to their friends and started to play with the ball while the parents gathered to gossip about the new coach.

"I heard she beats the children." One of the mothers said.

"I heard she keeps a crocodile in her backyard to scare away anyone who tries to steal her coaching equipment." Another one whispered.

Quinn chuckled because of the silly rumors but Santana still couldn't really laugh about anything that involved the mean woman from the past.

"Come on San. Don't be such a grumpy, see the fun of it!" the blonde cheered but Santana was yet again not amused.

"No," she grumbled. "You should have been there when she came to our house, being all arrogant and all, telling us what rules to follow." Quinn pouted silly.

"I'm sorry Santana, that was not cool of her but at least try to see it lightly please," she suggested. The Latina shrugged.

"We'll see," she said indifferently and crossed her arms as she saw the concerning woman walking towards them. With a big bag of footballs thrown on her back, she walked with a great amount of smugness like she owned the place.

Quinn wanted to meet her so she ran to her old cheerleading coach. She went to stand in front of her and practically blocked the woman from going to the field. "Hi Sue, you may not remember me but I'm Quinn.."

"Let me stop you right there Q before you make a fool out of yourself," Sue said with her hand up high. Quinn flinched a little. "I know it's incredibly phantasmal to see you're still so youthful high school cheerleading coach again, who does nothing else than winning I have to add." Quinn frowned her eyebrows as Sue continued. "I must say it's creeping me out Q, to see your motherly, milk producing, sport lacking body standing right in front of me. And than to think that I called you 'The younger me' back in the old days." Sue looked disgust at her own words. "Now if you would excuse me, I have to train this soccer team."

Quinn nodded anxiously and stood with her mouth open as Sue Sylvester walked around her towards the respective soccer team. This was definitely a set back for Mrs. Berry-Fabray. Santana quickly skipped to her perplex friend and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Isn't she exciting, Quinn? You just have to see it lightly," she giggled in her ear and let go of her friend's shoulders again.

"Oh shut it Santana," the blonde huffed and turned around to see the rather entertaining scene, played on the field.

"Okay listen young ladies!" Sue shouted through the megaphone and most of the parents flinched at the sight while the girls glared at the use of the megaphone. It was crazy that the woman had still not dumped the thing cause it was kind of old and heavy.

"We'll start with running some laps around the field, let's make it fife! Go!"

Sue Sylvester was tough, no doubt about it. Some of the girls sighed loudly and tried hard not to contradict the older woman although their instincts told them not to listen.

"And if you think this is hard? Try to sneeze with your eyes open, that's hard!" Sue yelled and the megaphone cracked hard at her last words, making the girls to grasp for their ears. Quinn and Santana giggled. This was quite hilarious.

The young girls did what they were told with great aversion but ran the laps with no trouble. They were well trained by their last trainer, who couldn't train them anymore because of torn ankle ligaments. Thereby, the man was too old to even grab the ball from the ground without breaking his back or something. But he was good and had a lot of patience with the itchy girls team. He was mostly responsible for the fact that the girls their physical condition was optimal and their soccer skills developed significantly.

When Sue started the first exercise, Santana and Quinn went to sit on a bench on the side of the field. Santana had brought them coffee and the two women chatted along with each other.

"The office is going to be on a ten minute drive from our house. The sales contract has been sighed, it's officially mine," Santana told her friend with a proud look on her face. She was very excited to start her on business; it had been her dream for years.

"That's great, Santana," Quinn said. "And when can you move your stuff in? Do you already have office material?"

Santana raised her eyebrow. This is why she needed Quinn. She hadn't bought any office stuff yet! She only had an old desk that was covered with dust because it had been standing in the attic for years and she had her own laws bundles but nothing more. She had been so busy with the website and the contract stuff that she had put buying office material on the back burner.

"Well, I can move my stuff in as of next week," Santana said with a little hesitation, ashamed of her lack in caring enough about the office. Quinn sensed that the Latina was leaving out something. Otherwise, her friend wouldn't be so curious to the advertisements on her coffee cup.

"Let me guess," Quinn began. "You forgot to buy office material?" Santana looked worried and nodded immediately witch made Quinn smile.

"Well, don't worry about it. Rachel and I are going to this big warehouse on Sunday, you should come with us and take Britt and the kids with you, so you can buy some," she suggested and took a sip of her coffee.

"Yeah, that might be a good plan," Santana mumbled and scrunched her nose. "How could I forget something so important! I didn't realize that it's not safe to leave your office empty," she wined in defeat and threw her hand in the air. She felt like a failure already! Quinn gave her friend a sympathetic smile and grabbed her arm to still her.

"It's okay San, every starting entrepreneur forgets things, and you're no exception. Your company doesn't officially start in a month so no worries, okay? You've got my help," she said and nudged the Latina lightly.

"Thanks Q, I appreciate your help although I'm paying you for it," she replied with a smirk. They both laughed and fell in a comfortable silence after.

They looked at the field. Sue was not being easy on the girls. Almost each one of them was gasping on the ground because of the intense exercise they just did. And little Siera got it even worse. She was ordered for the third time to do ten push-ups because of her big mouth. Santana frowned.

"This is the third time I see Siera do push-ups! The training has started only fifteen minutes ago," Santana hissed. "She will be broken when the full hour and a half is done."

After doing the ten push-ups, Siera stood up again and walked back to her teammates. They were laughing about something Quinn and Santana couldn't fully comprehend but they were sure it had something to do with a stumbling Sue Sylvester when she grabbed her water bottle from the ground. Luckily for them, Sue was too distracted because of her loose laces to notice that the girls were laughing at her.

It was time for the next drill. Peyton and Siera apparently had made up cause the two paired up for the game they were going to play. Sue called it 'Two for one goal.' The name basically explained the rules of the game; you pair up, every team has it's own goal (two pawns) and tries to score at the other teams. It was good fun even though Sue was the referee.

The game went peacefully until Siera thought it was funny to playfully tackle Anna to the ground. It was a thing they sometimes did for fun; only now it came with result that the other girl was having pains in her knee and the fun part of it was gone. Unfortunately for Siera, it didn't get unnoticed by fake blonde coach and the woman was not easy on her.

"Tiny Lopez! You're out! You can sit on the side and watch this game go past you!" Sue yelled trough the megaphone with her legs spread and her whistle in her other hand. Siera threw her hands in the air and though it was unfair.

"It was just a joke!" the young Latina yelled back and wasn't making any movement towards the side. Instead, she crossed her arms and scowled. Quinn and Santana were watching with suspense, and so was everybody else.

Sue grinned a little of the spicy attitude but soon got back to business. "Tackling people for fun is never a joke! Now don't be a scamp and go sit at the side!" she yelled with firm words and it got Siera narrowing her eyes even more. After consideration on whether to go or not, the girl furiously stamped to the side and angrily kicked her water bottle a few feet away. She was not going to negotiate with this woman but she wasn't going to be fine with this either. She sat on the ground with her back against the fence and furiously crossed her arms.

Santana felt irritated by the sight. It was yet again her child that was having trouble behaving herself and that had to be the center of bad attention. Santana began to question herself again, like she had been doing a lot this week, and Quinn was definitely not helping either.

"Santana, you really should speak to Siera about her behavior," her friend said with all good intentions but god she was such a busybody! She must have learned it from Rachel along the way. Santana flinched at the pedantic comment and immediately protested.

"Sue just has her eyes on her because she is a Lopez. Every time Siera does something a little wrong, she get's scolded, it's not fair," Santana argued and Quinn nodded in agreement about that. It was true, the other girls certainly weren't sweethearts either but Siera got the most trouble of all of them.

"That's true," Quinn mumbled and fringed with her fingers. "But I actually meant Siera's temper, she is really aggressive sometimes, Santana."

Santana huffed and didn't say anything. She simply didn't know what to say cause it was true and she didn't have an excuse for it. Quinn took it as ignorance and felt irritated by her friends silence so she continued with her sermon.
"And it's not going to get better if you don't do anything about it. You need to grow up Santana. You're acting like it is nothing, like it's all just a phase and she'll grow out of it. But you and I know that that is not going to be the case. Now, you are stronger than her but how are you going to manage when she gets older? And how is Brittany going to handle it? It's not accounted for and than to think that you have two other kids who might get involved in the consequences too!"

Instantly, after the angry sentences had left her mouth, Quinn knew she had said too much. Way too much, that is. It was not her place to reprimand the Latina like that. She knew how sensitive the subject was at the moment. She really could hit herself right now!

Anxiously, she studied Santana face and was waiting for her to say something but the Latina stared blankly at the field.

Santana tried to process what her friend had just said to her and after she had figured it out a bit she abruptly stood up. How could Quinn attack her like that? She was supposed to be her friend, a friend that encourages her. Couldn't she just mind her own business? The Latina's mind started to race in all kinds of different directions as she tried to find a way to express herself. At moments like these she really needed her wife, she needed her to tell her positive things, help her alleviate the situation, calm her down. But Brittany wasn't there. Therefore Santana broke and couldn't help but yell at Quinn.

"Just because I pay you to help me with my business, doesn't mean I need any help from you when it comes to raising my daughter! She is a good kid you know! And I'm sick of people always talking bad about her or having their opinion already made before even meeting her! It's just not fair," Santana spat in frustration while tears arose in her eyes.

Quinn felt incredible guilty. How was she ever going to fix this? The blonde stood up and tried to comfort her shaken friend. "San, I'm sorry," she tried but Santana wasn't having any of it.

"No, just leave us alone," Santana barked harshly, put her sunglasses on and stormed away to sit on a bench at the other side of the soccer field.

Quinn sighted heavily and watched the Latina as she sat alone and tried to discretely wipe away her tears. It was just now that she realized that there were other folks around them who probably had heard their loud conversation.

"Like mother, like daughter." She heard one of the mothers say but she didn't react on it.


Her life was good, great even. An hour ago she had dropped Erin and Tomas off at her parent's house, they loved to hang with them, and Santana was gone with Siera to soccer practice. It left Brittany alone at their home so she had the empire for herself.

But what do you do with yourself when you are used to being surrounded by people who basically always entertain you? It wasn't that she couldn't amuse herself at times that she was alone but it was just so freaking quiet.

This morning she had given a few dance classes to teenagers. This was always an interesting group to work with because of their mutual relations. The blonde didn't tolerate any bullying or hostile behavior in her dance studio but that was hard when big talents were being competitive and the dance competitions were coming up. But it was good fun though, it was amazing to see her students grow and to be a part of that gave her a feeling of satisfaction.

She had always fun in doing her job. Having her own dance studio was a dream come true. Three years ago she got the offer from the old owner, who retired and wanted to sell his business for a reasonable price to one of his employees. After discussing it with Santana, she took the offer and the rest was history.
The dance studio was a beautiful building with a bar and dressing rooms with showers and stuff. There were four big dance rooms and Brittany even had her own office. And thereby, it was very popular.

Most of her employees worked part-time. Mike Chang had been one of her part-time employees; he was also dancing on stage at musicals and very successful doing so. Brittany was so glad she had him and the fact that they still were very good friends.

She had decided what she was going to do. She grabbed her Ipod from the side table and walked outside trough the patio doors. She put the cushions on the lounge chair and tried to find a comfortable position. Then she put the headphone on her head and searched for the right song to listen to. But before she had the chance to push on the play button she heard her phone ringing inside the house.

"Great," she sighed. With a huff she went inside again and grabbed her phone out of her hip bag that was hanging on one of the kitchen chairs. She looked at the display to see if this was somebody who could wait for her to call back or not. Lovely Santana it showed. She couldn't refuse to take a call from the love of her life so she took it.

"Hi babe," she said happily but frowned when she heard some sniffling on the other side of the line.

"Hi Babe," Santana sniveled with a cracking voice.

"San, what's wrong?" Brittany asked worried. "What happened?"

"It's just," Santana began with a calm sigh, she though of the reason why she was now crying in the ladies room of their soccer clubhouse and realized that she was maybe overreacting a bit now she thought about it. "I'm just so angry babe, Siera was having a temper on the field and so Quinn criticized me for her behavior, and I yelled at her for it and now I'm here in the bathroom, crying like a baby and I don't know what to do, I think Quinn is right, you know," Santana mumbled fast trough sniffles, in desperate need for advice and a warm hug.

Trough the squeaking words and her weak voice, Brittany could barely understand what Santana was telling her but she got most part of it and it wasn't promising.

"Okay, just calm down honey." Were the first assuring words the blonde spoke and she was thinking hard of a way to help her wife. Quinn shouldn't have reprimand Santana about something she knew they were working on. That was wrong and she probably knew she was wrong but was now afraid to approach the Latina. But her wife was wrong too; she should have checked her temper twice and should have handled the situation more like a grown-up.

"Just be the bigger person and go apologize to her, she probably didn't mean her words to be that harsh and she'll apologize to you too," Brittany advised her wife, who in the mean time had stopped crying and was back to being in her fuming mode again. Brittany could even sense it through the phone.

"No, I'm not going to apologize to her first. She is the one that was in the wrong, not me!" Santana barked and Brittany flinched at the other side.

"Santana," the blonde warned her wife.

"Whatever," Santana huffed and grimaced when she looked at herself in the dirty mirror. With running mascara and red eyes she looked like a monster.

Brittany sighed in frustration. "You know what?" she snarled. "I know you are more on edge these days because of something and you're sensitive and all. But I am not going to accept you treating to me like this Santana. It's not right and you know it. I'm going to drive to the soccer field now, so I can pick you and Siera up and we'll talk about this. No discussion."

Santana's temper faded in guilt, as she realized that she was being angry with the wrong person and that she was acting like a child. She couldn't come up with anything to say. She felt ashamed of her attitude yet again. Brittany didn't deserve this.

"I'll be there in a few minutes, bye," Brittany said and hung up. She huffed. Jeez, her wife could be so stubborn! Can't she have a drama free day for ones? Since the vacation had started they had been having a lot of underlying frustrations. It was time they finally would communicate with each other about it. Like they had agreed to do a few times but never lived up to. Even yesterday at the party they agreed to it.

And they still hadn't talked to Siera yet also.


Santana threw her phone back in her handbag and grabbed her make-up remover and mascara out of it. After she shaped herself from looking like she had been crying, she went outside again. She took a deep breath. The worst part from fleeing when you're angry or trying to hide the fact that you're crying, is the part when you're coming back and pretend to be fine. She saw Siera playing in the field again, looking like she had fun, and she saw Quinn standing at the side, cheering at Rosie for making a goal.

Santana quietly went to stand next to Quinn and leaned, just like the blonde did, on the railing. After a few seconds she decided to do what her wife had advised her.

"Q, I'm sorry for yelling at you and stuff," Santana said with struggle and kept staring at the field when Quinn turned towards her.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for being such a meddler," the blonde said and Santana finally turned to face her. "You are a great mom and you're already working on Siera's temper, I should not."

"No," Santana interrupted her. "You should not have spoken to me like that but you were right." Quinn shook her head and narrowed her eyes as Santana only nodded.

"You know," Santana began to explain. "I haven't been responsible enough and it has been bugging me for days. I haven't been taking the concerns of her schoolteachers serious enough, I haven't been helping Brittany enough and I haven't changed my own approach either," she said in sadness.

Quinn rubbed Santana's back and gave her a sympathetic smile. "It's never too late San, everyone still loves you and you're a great mother because you care," she said. "You must discuss this with Brittany, you must."

And right on that moment Brittany coughed behind them. Both Santana and Quinn quaked and turned around to face her. They were met with the expressionless face of the beautiful blonde. Santana had a hard time looking at her though as she felt ashamed and as a loser.

"I'm sorry Britt-Britt," Santana squeaked and tried to keep her tears from rolling again. Brittany's heart melted at hearing the words and she walked slowly towards the Latina whereupon she carefully hugged her around her waist. Santana was a little perplexed at first but soon hugged her wife back, letting the warmth and the love take over her and calm her down.

After a while, they released each other and both sighed in relieve. They didn't say anything, just gave one another a look of reassurance and then looked right on time at their daughter to see her scoring.

"Good job, Siera!" Santana shouted as both her and her wife smiled brightly. Siera looked at them, first a little embarrassed but than surprised when she saw her mommy standing there too. And against all laws in coolness, she shortly waved at them.

"Wow, she can be so adorable," Quinn said and she looked at Brittany and Santana waving back at their daughter.

After practice was done, the girls walked off the field as they gathered their stuff from the ground. They were all desperate for water after the heavy training they got and were dehydrated because of the bright warm sun.

Sue walked up to her former cheerleaders and grinned. "Well, well, well," she said. "It's like traveling back in time, isn't it?" She smiled and seemed to have good intensions in talking to them. "I wish it wasn't the case but I have to compliment you for producing such a talented kid," she said, directed at Santana and Brittany.

"You mean Siera?" Santana asked uncertain as she found the woman's praise a little suspicious.

"Yes, your daughter if I'm not mistaken." Both Brittany and Santana nodded. "She's driven and maybe a little too fiery but a fantastic football player."

This suddenly nicer Sue Sylvester surprised all three younger women but she seemed honest.

"I know this might seem a little strange to you, seeing a nicer Sue Sylvester, but I learned along the way that sometimes being nice to people, makes your life a lot more peaceful." Sue explained.

"Well, thanks," Santana said while still perplexed and they watched the woman as she walked off again.

"Unbelievable," Brittany said and exchanged loving glances with her wife.


That night, Santana and Brittany sat outside on the patio while the kids were asleep in their bedrooms. It was very peaceful around their house, no sounds of parties or street kids, no television, no radio, and no barking dogs. They did however, hear the water sprays from Sue's garden but it was quite restful.

"Okay Britt, let's talk," Santana said while she sat up and with that she broke the comfortable silence they had been having for almost twenty minutes since the kids were asleep.

Brittany turned to look at her wife and nodded with a small smile. She gestured and waited for Santana to go on, let her take the lead. She liked it when her wife took charge and she was good at it too. Santana took her time.

"I think I'll sign myself up for anger management therapy," Santana said in a sigh and was quite surprised of herself for being so straightforward with the conversation. Brittany's eyes widened.

"What?" the blonde chirped in confusion. That was quite a statement of her wife that she did not expect at all! "Where did you get that idea honey?" Her tone was sweet and soft but also worried.

Santana shrugged and remained remarkably calm while her wife was desperate for an explanation.

"My anger started this mess," Santana said and inhaled deep. "If I wasn't so quick tempered, Siera wouldn't have copied me and she wouldn't be so aggressive. And because of my anger, Siera took my punishments serious because she knew not to push me and now she doesn't take you serious enough anymore, because she knows you're sweeter than I am and you won't scare her."

"Babe," Brittany said softly as to stop her wife's rambling but Santana kept going.

"Because of my anger, you have to calm me down all the time, like you have a fourth child, and even one of the soccer moms said I had anger issue's and," Santana almost cried as she tried to tell another argument of why her anger was to blame but Brittany stopped her.

"Santana stop," the blonde ordered her sternly and took her wife's shaking hands in hers. Santana stopped immediately and let the tears come while she looked at her wife's worrying eyes.

Brittany sighed. "You don't have to sign up for anger management because it won't help us and it won't help you. You know how you get with those things, It will only frustrate you more," the blonde said with a half smile. She tried to keep things lightly and it worked cause Santana gave her one short little smirk. Her wife had a good point there.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Santana said.

"You're just fiery babe, you're my fiery Latina and sometimes a little too quick tempered," Brittany said sweetly and Santana smiled a little this time.

Brittany went back to seriousness. "Okay, I suggest this, you tell me something that bothers you about the partnership we have, and we'll find a way to solve or reduce it and then I say something that bothers me and we do the same. And we keep going until there's nothing more to talk about. Good plan?"

Santana nodded. "Yes, great plan babe, that sounds like a good idea. But I want you to start, you have priority," Santana said in a flirtatious way.

"Okay," Brittany began and though hard on which words to use. "Let me start of lightly." Santana nodded in agreement. "It bothers me that you leave your things, like your sunglasses, laying around the house and then when you can't find them, you get very irritated and blame the kids or me."

Santana laughed at this. She hadn't seen this one coming but is was definitely true. "Yeah, I know I do that, I'll try to do that less often babe, I'm sorry for blaming you and the kids."

Brittany nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you," she said softly. "Okay, now it's your turn."

Santana frowned her eyebrows and hummed as she thought hard of something that bothered her about her wife. There was not much. Of course there were little things but she mostly found them cute and was not bothered by it. There was one thing though.

"Well," Santana started. "It bothers me that you don't trust me with our hairdresser Wendy, you know I won't do anything with her, I just play along a little but just for fun."

Brittany sighed. Her wife was absolutely right but those rumors about Wendy and her many affairs just worked on her nerves. Santana had always been a flirt and was of course beyond beautiful. Although she knew her wife did it for fun with no more intensions than that, Brittany still didn't like it and she definitely didn't like it with that Wendy.

"I trust you hone, but I just feel on edge when that woman's around. You know what they say about her, she is no good," Brittany said and Santana gave her a sympathetic smile. The solution was easy.

"I'll go to another hairdresser," Santana stated simply. "But you have to trust me more with these things, Britt, you promise?"

"I promise," Brittany said sweetly and they both looked lovingly at each other. "Kiss me?" the blonde said softly and Santana smirked as a big smile arose on her face. She leaned over to her wife and gave her a passionate and soft kiss on her lips.

"I love you so much," Santana whispered as she went to sit back again.

"Love you more," Brittany whispered back.

"You know that's impossible Britt," Santana said, shyly looking away as they both giggled. "But let's get back to business. It's your turn again."

"Okay," Brittany mumbled and cleared her throat to come straightforward with the main problem they had. "It bothers me that we both give different punishments and have different boundaries when it comes to Siera. And because of that, we let her get away with things that aren't right and were not being consequent."

Santana nodded in agreement but after got a proud look on her face. Brittany didn't quite understand why her wife was suddenly so confident but luckily, Santana soon explained herself.

"I have a possible solution for our problem I think," she said. "I suspected this problem to be the center of our conversation so I did some research on the Internet and came across a few useful things. You know that program right, Supernanny?" Brittany nodded; she had seen it a few times on the television and it was quite impressing she thought.

"Well, based on that program, I have a plan but I think a part of it will be temporarily, okay?" Santana asked her wife for permission to go on.

"I'm open for anything, go on," Brittany answered sweetly; she found her wife's sudden conservative behavior very cute.

"Tomorrow morning, before Mercedes comes here, we're going to make a list of house rules together with the children and we'll hang it on the wall in the kitchen, so those are clear and for everybody to see. Then we'll show them, I made this one up myself, the 'penalty chair'. We're going to put the 'penalty chair' in one of the corners in the dining room and we positioning it so that when you sit on it, you face the wall. So far so good?"

"Sounds good so far San, go on," Brittany assured her wife with a smile so Santana continued.

"We'll explain to the kids, that if they break one of the rules, they first get a warning of us and when they do it again, they have to sit on the 'penalty chair' for a couple of minutes, we'll set the timer. I do think we must not use this punishment too often, we can also send them to their room or ground them after they sat on the chair."

"Good plan, I say we do it! We can at least try it," Brittany said happily. "I think it'll work the best if we do it a lot in the beginning and slowly reduce it later cause when Siera begins to understand the boundaries and gets that her mothers are on the same page, the chair will eventually be redundant."

"Yeah, I think so too," Santana said. "And we also have to tell them why they are put on the 'penalty chair' and after, we have to show them love and maybe ground them or something, in worse cases. Supernanny was very clear with that," Santana told with a funny pedantic voice.

Brittany giggled a little. "Siera is not going to like this, she's going to feel so ashamed and she'll detest the chair," she said and Santana thought the same.

"She will hate us for the next days! Were terrible parents!" the Latina laughed. "Cause now she won't be able to fool around anymore and she'll probably fight against it but later we'll get the benefits of it, I hope."

"Yeah, I hope so too," Brittany said with a little sight. She really hoped it would work cause it would make their family life a lot calmer and friendlier. "Well, so this is a deal, I'm so proud of you for taking decisive action San." Santana smiled shyly.
"But let me make one more suggestion before we go to bed because I think we have discussed enough for today."

"Yes," Santana said and put her arm around her wife's neck.

"We have to talk more about sensitive things with Siera and I mean one on one you know, so she feels safe," Brittany said. "You were aggressive when you were younger because you suppressed things; you barely spoke about your feelings. Siera is just like you in that way so it is important that we help her with talking about her feelings and I think it will be good for you too San."

Santana kissed her wife's soft cheek. "I think your suggestion is better than my little plan Britt, I think that's very important too and you and I have to communicate more also like we do now. I like this."

"I like this too," Brittany replied and patted Santana's face. "I'll talk to Siera tomorrow about her behavior at her birthday party and about soccer practice. If that's okay with you."

"It's more than okay with me babe," Santana said and stood up. "Come lets go to bed." She exchanged her hand to her wife who gladly took it.

"Wait San, this is not fair, you have to say another thing that bothers you," the blonde said. Santana smirked.

"Well, hone, it bothers me that you are so freakishly sexy and beautiful with the result that I want to jump you every time I see you." Santana laughed flirty.

Brittany smiled. "Ah poor you, but the next time, you begin," she said as they went inside and Santana immediately pulled them to the bedroom for some much needed sexy time.


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