TRIGGER WARNING: DOMESTIC ABUSE
Some fluff and angst in this chapter
This chapter is almost 5,000 words! Probably the longest chapter, I've ever written in all my fanfic stories
A/N: I think I'm going to start doing time jumps. Like the time frame in chapter 9 and 10 are like early September and then maybe the next chapter is like late September and early November. I just feel like these chapters are going to slow. I don't know yet.
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I woke up the next morning with the biggest headache ever. I tried to get up but felt someone's body weighing me down. I opened one of my eyes a little. What the hell? I saw a white arm over my mid section and a tan arm over the white arm. I looked to my right and saw Quinn sleeping soundly next to me and then I looked to my left and saw Santana sleeping soundly also. What the hell happened after we got home? I looked at Quinn and Santana again. They both were wearing different clothes than what they were wearing last night. Quinn had some red sweatpants on with an over-sized shirt and Santana had on a pair of my favorite pair of black sweatpants with one of my old McKinley gym shirt on. Which seemed a little bit too small in her...um..chest area. I slowly moved both of their arms off of my body and leaned over Santana to get off of my bed. I grabbed a pair of black joggers and a plain white tee to wear. I walked into my bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out my Advil. A hangover is evidence of a good ass night. I swallowed the two pills and started brushing my teeth. I hopped into the shower and cleaned my body off. I had just finished getting dressed when I heard the front door slam. What the fuck?
"SUSAN!" I heard my dad yell. I ran out of my bathroom, closed my bedroom door, and ran downstairs.
"What are you doing here?" I asked timidly. He just looked at me.
"Where's your fucking mother? SUSAN!" He started yelling again. I rolled my eyes. he started searching all the rooms downstairs.
"SUSAN! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" He yelled. He headed for the stairs. I jumped in front of him and pushed him back. My head was pounding. Him yelling plus having a hangover are two things that I never want to happen at the same time again.
"She's not fucking here," I said to him, raising my voice a bit. He looked shocked for a moment. I've never cursed at him nor raised my voice. He raised his hand and slapped me, hard, across the face. He stepped back.
"This is all her fault. She's been keeping you away from me for weeks now and now you think you can get loud with me," He said pacing in front of me. I was still stunned from the slap he gave me.
"I-I'm sorry dad," I said. He rolled his eyes and pushed me aside and started walking upstairs. I grabbed his hand and tugged him down a bit.
"You can't go up there," I said.
"Your mother's here, huh?" He said, snatching his hand back. I grabbed his hand and tugged him down the stairs again.
"No, she's in Columbus visiting Aunt Jeanine," I said. He looked at me suspiciously.
"Then why don't you want me upstairs?" He asked. I racked my brain, trying to come up with something. He yanked his hand away and practically sprinted upstairs. Fuck. I ran after him. He was in front of my room door, with his hand on the knob.
"Don't you fucking dare go in there," I said getting angry.
"Want to repeat what you just said?" He questioned. I gulped and balled my hands up.
"You heard me, you fucking wanker," I said. He took his hand off the knob and walked towards me.
"Are you out of your fucking mind? You think you can talk to me like that and get away with it?" He said slapping me again. I fell to the floor. I heard a door creaking open.
"Britt?" I heard Santana's sleepy voice. I rushed over to my door and slammed it shut.
"What the fuck? Britt, what's going on?" I heard her muffled.
"Who's in there?" He asked. I felt Santana trying to pull the door open. I just kept slamming it shut.
"No one," I said. Santana was banging on the door. Honestly, I don't care if he hits me or yells at me but I don't ever want Santana or Quinn to be in the cross hairs.
"Brittany Susanna Pierce, who the fuck is in your room?" He said walking up to me.
"Fucking no one, just go back home. Once mom gets back I'll go and stay at your house. Just please go," I pleaded. He looked at me and than at the door suspiciously.
"Once your mother gets back you better be at my front door," He said walking downstairs. I held onto the door knob tight until I heard the front door slam shut. I sighed and let go of the doorknob. I backed up to the wall next to my door and just slid down it and put my face in my hands. Santana pulled the door opened. I felt tears streaming down my face. My body and mind was now processing what just happened. My cheek stung from where he slapped me, two times. I was shaking, totally scared.
"Britt, what the fu-" She stopped mid sentence and just looked at me. She crouched down next to me.
"Britt, you okay?" She said. I sniffled.
"Yeah, totally, I'm f-fantastic," I said, trying to sound convincing.
"Britt, please look at me," She said softly. I took a deep breath in and looked up at Santana. She looked so beautiful with no make up on and her eyes filled with concern. Santana started inspecting my face and her eyes landed on my cheek. I bet my cheek is red.
"What just happened?" She asked, speaking softly again.
"I-I don't know," I said tearing up again, "All I could think about was keeping you and Quinn safe from him."
"Why was he here?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulders. She sat next to me and just held me while I cried. This is the second time Santana has done this for me.
Quinn, weirdly, slept through the whole fiasco with my father and all the way up to the late afternoon. Santana and I were on the couch downstairs watching some cartoons, when she walked downstairs. I finished my crying fits by that time. My eyes were a little red and puffy but not swollen.
"Aw, you guys are too cute," She teased. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
"How are you feeling today," I asked her. Every time she wakes up she throws up a lot. Like morning sickness times 100. She looked nervously at Santana and then back at me.
"I-um, feel great," She let out a nervous chuckle, "Why wouldn't I?"
"Want me to cook us something to eat?" Santana asked. I looked at her.
"Yeah, that would be amazing," I said as my stomach growled. She chuckled and hopped off the couch and walked over to the kitchen. I heard her rummaging through the refrigerator and the cabinets.
"I don't know what I can cook with Frosted Flakes, green peppers and a gallon of spoiled milk. Seriously, Britt, you need to go grocery shopping," She said from the kitchen. I groaned. I never liked grocery shopping.
"Come on let's go then," I said, tossing my keys to her. She caught them and smirked.
"What am I going to eat then?" Quinn asked.
"There's some Frosted Flakes, green peppers and a gallon of spoiled milk," I chuckled. She flipped me off and walked into the kitchen. It was getting colder out, so I handed Santana my grey quilted bomber jacket. I put my blue quilted bomber jacket as I unlocked the front door.
"Lock the front door with the chain and don't open it for anyone," I yelled out to Quinn. I opened the front door for Santana.
"Well, thank you Ms. Pierce," She said smiling like a mad man. I smirked and closed the door behind me. We hopped into the car and she started it up. She checked herself out in the mirror.
"Can't believe that I'm going to the store without any makeup on," She said running a hand through her hair.
"I think you look really beautiful," I said, "but if you're not comfortable going out without makeup, wear these." I handed her my aviator sunglasses. She smiled and put on the sunglasses. She reversed out of the driveway and sped down towards downtown Lima.
"Why do you keep making me drive?" She questioned.
"Because if I'm driving I can't admire your beauty as well," I said throwing my hair into a messy bun. Her cheeks were turning red again.
"Okay Casanova," She giggled. I smirked. She looked so focused on driving, I just sat in the passenger seat and admired her. Damn, I can't believe this girl is mine. Well, almost. We still need to go on an official date or official dates, so I can actually say that "Santana Lopez is mine."
"Can you stop staring at me?" She asked, chuckling nervously.
"Go on a date with me," I said. She smiled and nodded.
"Awesome, starts now," I said sitting back in my seat.
"Wha-what? No. I look a hot mess and we're going to the grocery store," She said.
"But you still look hot though. Grocery store first date, you'll always remember your awesome first date with me," I said smiling. Santana looked like a fish out of water. She pulled into the grocery store parking lot and parked the car closet to the entrance.
"Ready for the best date ever?" I said. She laughed and got out the car. The grocery store had those automatic doors, so right before Santana could get in range of the senors for the door, I jumped in front of her and the doors flew open.
"You first, my lady," I said bowing as she passed me. She curtsied and smiled. We stood in front of the of the frozen food aisles.
"Okay what do we need," She asked me.
"Food," I said firmly. She chuckled.
"I know that but what exactly?" She asked.
"Well first we need to get a carriage," I said grabbing a carriage. My phone buzzed in my pocket.
From Quinn: Get pizza bagels and pickles
"Well we got the first two things on our list. Q, wants pizza bagels and pickles," I said shoving my phone back into my back pocket.
"Hop in," I said patting the carriage. Santana looked at me and then at the carriage.
"No way," She said. I gave her my puppy dog eyes and pouted my lips. She rolled her eyes.
"Ugh, okay. Help me in," She said. I grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up and into the basket.
"Now relax and enjoy the ride," I said as I started pushing the carriage down the aisle. I opened a fridge and grabbed a gallon of chocolate ice cream and handed it to Santana.
"Why do you need this much chocolate ice cream? Don't you think this is a little too much?" She asked. I looked at her and gasped dramatically.
"Too much? Too much chocolate ice cream? That's a bizarre thing to say," I said in posh British accent. Santana laughed and I started pushing the carriage again. I threw in some more ice cream stuff such as cherries, chocolate sprinkles, and chocolate syrup.
"You need actually food, you know that right?" She questioned as I pushed her past all the food aisles and straight towards the candy aisle.
"I know but we need to get the good stuff first so we don't forget anything," I said grabbing a bunch of sour skittles, peanut m&m's, and some Twizzlers. I couldn't choose if I wanted the cherry bites, or the rainbow twists, or the green apple Twizzlers, or the Twizzlers that were red and yellow that had a filling inside, so I got two of each. I sprinkled the Twizzlers on Santana. She laughed.
"No one likes Twizzlers this much," She said looking at all the Twizzlers.
"Twizzlers are the best candy in the whole. You're crazy," I said pushing her back towards the "real food". Santana just chuckled and relaxed in the carriage.
Santana just sat in the carriage telling me what I should and should not get.
"Come on, Britt, you need to get some breakfast food," Santana said, "And my legs and butt are cramping up from being in here." I looked down at Santana; she had a bunch of food surrounding her and on top of her. I chuckled. I pushed her towards the where the pancake mix is and cereal are.
"I really need to get out and stretch my legs, B," Santana said. I stabilized the carriage with one foot and helped Santana out. Once, out of the carriage, she does some lunges down the aisle.
"It's not that serious," I said chuckling. She rolled her eyes.
"You try sitting in the carriage for almost an hour and a half and have stuff being piled on top of you," She said. I just chuckled.
"Best first date, right?" I said smiling at her. She walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
"It will be the most memorable," She replied pushing the carriage over to the cereals. I grabbed some plain old cheerios and some fruit loops and threw them in the carriage. I went behind Santana, placed my hand on top of hers, and started pushing the carriage.
"What are you doing?" She asked. I just smirked. I dropped a kiss on her shoulder.
"Shopping, what are you doing?' I countered. She rolled her eyes and put her feet on the bottom of the shopping cart. I pushed her around towards the frozen freezer section to grab some frozen waffles and some syrup. Santana giggled as I raced this little old lady in her motorized scooter to the cashier. We started placing things on the conveyor belt.
"Did you really have to race that old lady?" Santana asked. I laughed.
"Hell yea. She had a bunch of things in her little basket and a big bag of coins in her pocket. There was no way she was getting in front of me," I said chuckling. I turned to look at the cashier, who was scanning the food and leering at Santana's chest. She was still wearing my McKinley gym shirt that was too small for her. It looked like a crop top on her. Santana was putting the bagged groceries into the cart. I kept my cool and turned to Santana.
"Can you zip up your jacket?" I asked politely. She looked at me confused.
"But it's your jacket," She said. I rolled my eyes.
"I know that, can you just zip it up," I said through my clenched teeth.
"It's hot in here," Then she proceeded to take the jacket off and hand it to me. The cashier practically moaned. Did he just-did he just moan over my girlfriend? I turned to him.
"Hey pal, I don't appreciate you looking at her that way," I snapped at him. He looked at me and rolled his eyes before he went back to looking at Santana. What the hell? Does he know who I am? No one rolls their eyes at me! I put the jacket back on Santana and zipped it all the way up. He scanned the last item and told me the amount.
"Your total is $58.17," He said. I just glared at him as I swiped my credit card. He handed me my receipt and handed Santana a piece of paper. She opened it and it was his phone number. This dude is ridiculous. If I were to hop over and punch him in the fucking throat, he would definitely know who I am. I grabbed the cart and headed towards the front door of the grocery store. How dare he look at Santana like she's nothing but a piece of meat. How dare he look at her at all. That's it, this is the last time I take her outside. I'm just going to keep her locked in her house for the rest of the school year. I could say she's really sick and highly contagious. I was already at my car loading the grocery into the trunk angrily. I need to invest in large over sized ugly sweaters for she can wear if I decide to let her outside. Maybe I can ask Rachel where she used to get her sweaters from and see if they sell in bulk.
"Britt, what happened?" Santana said pulling me from my thoughts.
"That dude was staring at you like some human sex doll! And he gave you his number!" I shouted. Santana took a few steps back. I took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell," I said.
"Britt, you can't get mad at everyone that looks at me like that. I'm really fucking hot, if you haven't noticed," She said smirking.
"Oh I've noticed," I said chuckling, "I just don't like people looking at you like that."
"I know. You've told me that before," She said. I pushed the carriage out of the way and hopped into the passengers seat. Santana got into the car and started it up. She turned to me.
"I only have eyes for you, Britt. I didn't even notice that guy. He gave me his number, whoop dee-doo. I don't like guys and even if it was a girl, I wouldn't have noticed her either. I like you, not some grocery store cashier or any other person in Lima. I like you," Santana said. I smiled a bit.
"Sorry for being a jealous asshole. I ruined our first date." I apologized.
"It still was an amazing date. Don't worry, I found you being all jealous kinda hot," She said shrugging and reversing out of the parking spot.
We got back to my house and I unlocked the front door. Quinn didn't put the chain on. I shook my head and went to the living room to tell Quinn to come help us with the groceries. I walked into the living to find not only Quinn but Santana's dad was there too.
"Hey Britt," Quinn said casually continuing her conversation with Mr. Lopez. Mr. Lopez just waved me off as I went back outside to help Santana with the groceries.
"Where's Quinn, I thought you went inside to help us?" Santana said holding a bunch of bags.
"She's inside talking to your dad," I said grabbing some bags from her hands.
"My dad?" She asked as she rushed inside with some of bags. I chuckled. I walked back inside and placed the groceries on the kitchen counter. Santana was with her dad and her dad looked pissed off ranting in Spanish. I took in all the groceries and started to put the groceries away. Mr. Lopez walked into the kitchen calmly.
"I don't want you and my daughter hanging out," He said. I rolled my eyes and turned to him. I'm so tired of his shit.
"No disrespect sir but I don't think that's your choice to decide," I said, feeling the anger rise in me. I started putting the groceries away again.
"I don't know why Santana left Emily for-" He stopped mid-sentence and huffed and stormed out the house. I leaned up against the counter, closed my eyes and exhaled.
"I'm sorry about him. He just has standards set for me and he cares too much of how this could affect his image around town," Santana practically whispered. I opened my eyes and looked over to her. I just shrugged my shoulders. She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my torso. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
"It's alright. I know most parents wouldn't want me with their daughter," I said. Santana sighed.
"Let's put these groceries away and cook something to eat," She said pulling back from me and started putting away the groceries. I just looked at her. She's so freaking beautiful.
"Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to help me?" She questioned. I smirked.
After we put the groceries away, Santana started cooking some pizza bagels. I would've done it but I almost burned the house down before trying to cook a Digiorno's Pizza in the oven. We sat on the couch, watching Devious Maids eating some pizza bagels. Santana had her head in my lap looking at the T.V and Quinn eating pickles out of the jar.
"Damn, I can't believe Bianca is dead," Quinn said.
"Yeah, she was the hottest one on this show," I said. Santana just scoffed.
"She was okay looking. Rosie is by far the best looking one," Santana said. I laughed. Quinn finished eating her pickle and stood up.
"I'm tired. I'm gonna go to sleep," Quinn said walking upstairs. I stuffed some pizza bagels in my face.
"Very cute, Britt," She said smiling. I rolled my eyes and fed her a pizza bagel. She chuckled before taking the food into her mouth.
"Let's go on another date. Friday night," I said. Santana looked up at me.
"No way, I get to do the next date," Santana said, "You can't do two dates in a row. There's a system. I get the next date and you get the date after that one." I smiled.
"So you're implying that there's going to be more dates in the future," I said smiling.
"Yeah, duh," She said turning back to the t.v. I laughed. She is so cute. My phone buzzed. I checked who was texting me.
From Kitty (stalker not the stripper): Come to breadstix rn
To Kitty (stalker not the stripper): No.
I put my phone back down. It buzzed five more times.
"Who's texting you? It seems like an emergency," Santana said.
"Nah, it's just Kitty being annoying. She's suppose to be working," I told her looking at the t.v. I guess Santana changed the channel because she was watching the Cupcake Wars on the Food Network. My phone buzzed three more times. I tried to ignore it but then my phone started ringing. What the hell? She's calling me now?
"She's really persistent," Santana commented, not taking her eyes off the t.v. I could tell she was getting annoyed. My phone started buzzing again. Santana rolled her eyes and picked up the phone. She opened the text message and squeaked. She threw the phone in my face.
"What happened?" I asked picking up the phone. I looked at our conversation. My eyes went wide. She sent nudes. When would she have time to take naked pictures of herself while she was working? She must've done in during her 15 minute break. This girl is relentless. I should probably tell her I'm in a relationship but that'll probably won't stop her. I guess I was staring for too long because Santana snatched the phone away from me.
"Are you trying to memorize her fucking body?" Santana said. I thought I was the jealous one in this relationship. I smirked.
"San, you know I dated her right. Not to be so crude or whatnot but we've fucked," I said smiling. Santana pulled away from me a little bit.
"I-I get it. You've slept with a lot of people. I guess it's what makes you Brittany," Santana said. I furrowed my eyebrows and pursed my lips. She hasn't called me by my full name all day. It's been "Britt" all day. Now she's indirectly calling me a slut. I need some air. I felt the anger rise up in me.
"What? What do you mean? I haven't slept with anyone since March and I got arrested in June, so I haven't fucked anyone the whole year, Santana!" I took a deep breath. I need to calm before I start get really scary angry, "I've done some things that I wish I could take back. Okay? I'm sorry that the old me use to sleep around but that's not what makes me... me. Hope that's not too much of burden for you and your father's standards," I got up from the couch. I really need some air.
"I didn't mean to say that, Brittany," Santana said sighing. I walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" She asked. I didn't turn towards her and reassure her with fake positivity and a tight-lipped smile to ensure that we're good. I just kept my hand on the door handle and stared at the door.
"I just need, um, some air," I said practically rushing towards my car. I opened the passenger side door. I rummaged through the glove department before pulling out the last pack of cigarettes I've ever bought. Haven't even opened them yet. I grabbed my white lighter and walked towards my backyard. Damn, I wish I grabbed a jacket. I sat under the little Patio Gazebos my mom had set up 2 summers ago. I took off the plastic off the box and took out a cigarette. I quit smoking a few weeks before getting arrested. I put the cigarette between my lips and lit it. I took a long drag. I'm so used to letting my anger out by hitting someone but I could never ever in my whole life, hit Santana. I blew out a big puff of smoke. I'm not like my father.
"Didn't know you smoked," I heard Santana say behind me. I flicked the cigarette bud away from me and took out another cigarette and lit it. I took a long drag and blew out some smoke. The tensions between us was ridiculous. We haven't been dating for long and we are already fighting. We won't make it past three weeks if this is how it's going to be.
"Britt, please talk to me. Don't shut me out please," Santana said sitting across from me. I looked up at her.
"I'm not used to...holding back. I never hit any of my girlfriends or anything like that and I never will but back there... I don't know. I scared myself at how fast and angry I got, I didn't know what I would've done. I needed to get away," I told her. Santana just stared at me intently. I looked down and took another drag from my cigarette.
"When I get upset, I get mean and I end up hitting something or someone. I don't want you thinking I'm like my father," I sighed. I put out my cigarette on the table. Santana moved to the chair next to me.
"I could never think that about you. Never in a million years would I even think you and your father were similar," She said. I just shrugged and fiddled with the box of cigarettes, debating whether I smoke another one. Santana took them from me and placed them on the table.
"Brittany, look at me please," Santana said. I looked up at her. she still had no make-up on and she still looked beautiful. She closed the space between us. It was slow and sensual and it seemed like we both needed this. This closeness to each other. Her hand cupped my cheeks and we just fell into each other. In that moment, neither of us moved. We just...existed together. The tension that we had between us just seemed to melt away. She pulled away from me first and rested her forehead against mine.
"I'm sorry," She whispered, "I shouldn't have gotten so angry, jealous, and so freaking judgemental." I kissed her nose.
"It's fine," I said. Santana linked her pinky with mine.
"It's not fine. I'm sorry and I promise I won't judge you on your past ever again," She said. I squeezed her pinky.
"I'll like that," I said. She smiled.
"So about that date," I said chuckling. She laughed too and hugged me. I sighed. Maybe we'll actually make it.
A/N: This honestly took me so long to write and this is probably the longest chapter. I'm so sorry for the long wait, I just wanted it to be perfect.
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