A/N: I really like writing fluffy, intimate chapters, particularly since Brittana ended on such a wonderful note on Glee (despite not seeing their lives 5 years in the future) so that's basically what this is. I'm loving your feedback and eagerness for more chapters, so here you go :)
p.s sorry for any errors!
Nothing is fucking worse than not being able to tell someone you love them and that you forgive them. It isn't ideal, finding this letter; especially seeing as Brittany's life is the equivalent of someone suffering for years and then finding gold - Santana being the gold. Her mom had witnessed things in her own childhood that Brittany couldn't even conjure into a clear image in her own mind. She treated this letter as a long awaited apology, but also received chapters of her mother's life she hadn't known existed.
They hadn't experienced that cognitive attachment to one another. Brittany's father controlled the household and that's where her mom spent most of her time, so she was unable to communicate her past sufferings and offer any kind of apology or remorse for the constant emotional abuse, to her daughter.
Brittany couldn't decipher when her mother would have written this, but was satiated nonetheless. How could she remain furious at her mother, who was either buried in the ground or stored in a box somewhere in their home, she didn't know. She could certainly despise her father until eternity, but how could she even remotely dislike a woman that lost her mind before Brittany could even develop her own.
There are smudge marks dragging letters down the page, which causes a lump to form in her throat. It doesn't take long until Brittany is joined by her girlfriend, who has just returned from Cheerios practice.
Santana observes her girlfriend's appearance and throws her duffle bag on the floor.
"Have you been in here all day?"
Brittany spins on her chair to face the brunette, smirking as she leans back. "Fucking problem?"
Santana chuckles and shakes her head. "Your bed hair is very cute," Santana teases. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"With this mop?" Brittany points to her head.
"It's not a mop babe, but if you really think so we should get you into the shower to wash it…" Santana flutters her eyelashes as she leans toward the blonde who thankfully, forgets the pain her mother's letter brought her.
Brittany shoots up from her seat and goes to lift her girlfriend but Santana quickly side-steps and places her hands up.
"I hurt my hip at practice today, it's a little bruised."
Brittany pouts. "Poor baby," she grabs a towel from her drawer, before throwing it at Santana, "come on pussy."
Santana scoffs, but follows after her girlfriend until they reach the bathroom. She watches Brittany pull out her phone and put on a slow RnB song, before turning to her. Santana gulps subtly and takes a step backwards until she's leaning against the towel rack.
Brittany's expression remains impassive and her hands stay stagnant until she's a few inches away from her girlfriend's body. She trails her fingers up the pleats of Santana's cheerleading skirt, before yanking it down her thighs.
The throbbing under the bruise increases, causing Santana to yelp. Brittany quickly falls to her knees though, placing soft kisses against Santana's hip. Santana bites her bottom lip, eyes glued to the blonde's movements. Brittany presses her mouth against the darkish bruise, her lips parted slightly and her breath slow and warm. She then slides up Santana's body and removes the rest of her clothes. Brittany follows Santana into the shower after she undresses. They both lean against the opposite walls of the shower, staring through the streaming water. This is probably the first time she's unable to read Brittany. She's normally able to decipher the blonde's thoughts before her own, but right now, it's almost as if Brittany has purposely placed this barrier up to keep people out, in the span of two minutes.
"What are y—" Brittany surges forward, connecting their lips hard. "Mmph." Santana is forced against the shower wall in less than a millisecond, the pain building in her hip as Brittany places a strong grip around it.
The blonde's tongue pleads wildly for entrance, to which Santana has no choice but to comply. She groans as their tongues dance together, mouths becoming increasingly wet as well. Brittany forces the front of their bodies together as she plunges her tongue deeper inside Santana's mouth.
To gain the upper hand, Santana searches blindly for the blonde's entrance, immediately entering a finger once she finds it, dripping wet - not just from the shower. Brittany pulls back from the kiss, panting and trying to grip Santana's body tighter.
The brunette bites Brittany's bottom lip before pushing her backwards and then falling to her knees, slightly wincing when her joints bend.
"Santana," Brittany whimpers.
It's the only signal she needs to lean forward and kiss Brittany's pink clit. She manages to brush her lips against it only however, because the blonde grasps Santana's hair and pulls her back so she can slide down the wall to sit with her.
"What's wrong?" Santana whispers. Brittany shakes her head, before taking the brunette's head in her hands, bringing their lips together. Their lips move at a languid pace and tongues only poke out momentarily rather than take control.
Santana places her forefinger against Brittany's cheek, her remaining fingers splayed behind her ear, gently caressing. The blonde moans every so often and Santana can't help but wonder if the noises from pleasure or pain.
Their kiss breaks and Brittany breathes heavily. "Santana…"
"Brittany," the brunette whispers back, flicking their noses together. She subtly slips her hand between her girlfriend's legs and rubs her clit softly. Brittany clenches her eyes shut, resting her forehead against Santana's and revelling in the brunette's tender touch.
"Oh god," the blonde moans, sliding forward an inch to aid Santana's motions.
As the blonde's head tilts back Santana trails a featherlight pattern across her cheek, before nibbling down on her girlfriend's jaw. "I love you," she pants, as her fingers slip inside her girlfriend's sex with ease.
Brittany releases a choked cry as she slides flush against her girlfriend, wrapping her legs around the brunette's waist and hugging her as she's fucked - gentle and slow.
Without the aroused noises Brittany's making Santana wouldn't know if what she's doing is even close to making her girlfriend feel good. She hadn't been intimate with a girl before Brittany, but she's so comfortable with the blonde that she's comfortable enough to take control.
The wetness between Brittany's legs make it easier for Santana to guide her fingers in and out repeatedly. She watches her girlfriend's expression. The blonde's mouth is licking her lips messily and her eyes are shut tight. Santana knows she's almost there.
Her free hand palms Brittany's lower back and the blonde arches into Santana's touch, craning her neck back and moaning loudly.
"Brittany," Santana whispers, "come for me."
The blonde instantly reaches orgasm at the sound of her girlfriend's raspy voice. She grips Santana's shoulders as her head hits the shower wall behind her.
"Oh my god," Brittany whimpers. Santana releases her fingers and leans forward, her lips sliding across the blonde's chest and up to her neck. "I love you, I love you…"
Santana pulls back and Brittany meets her gaze. They're both stagnant - only communicating with their eyes.
Brittany still can't believe her life. She can't believe a girl like Santana let a girl like her into her life. It's an overwhelming thought that weighs on the blonde's mind every day. The world seemed so scary and confusing until she met Santana. But she would have suffered it all again, just for the tiny chance to be wrapped up in this girl, this love.
x
It takes only a night alone for Brittany to realise that she'll never see her mother again. The tears had been building for years, but she never felt the need to release them because of how little love her mother showed to her when she was living at home.
She held her knees to her chest under the blankets and sobbed into her pillow, eyes shut tightly as she thought of how her dad didn't even call to inform her of her mother's passing. She began whispering curse words, eventually swearing loudly into her pillow as a way to release the pent up frustration. She knows she could call Santana over to distract her or even spend time with her Uncle in order to forget about the pain.
But Brittany knows that if she didn't release it all now, then it would build up for another twenty or thirty years. She has to be alone right now, if not for her sake then Santana's. She didn't want her girlfriend to see her like this. Her body shakes against the bed as the sobs die down and Brittany wipes her palms across her face. She doesn't want any further contact with her past, so if her father tries to return into her life she'll blatantly cut him off or she'll have Kurt do it.
It takes a few minutes for her to eventually fall asleep, her head resting against the pillow that soaked up all her tears. She dreams of coming home from school and seeing her mother cooking in the kitchen with her dad. It's the picture perfect life she dreamed of, but now, unfortunately all she can do is dream about it, because she'll never be able to see that image in reality.
x
Santana leaves school early the following day in order to catch up on sleep and homework. She's decided to give Brittany some space, however she's been communicating with the girl via text message and Brittany appears to be struggling. Santana knows that the blonde will have to go through the grieving process on her own if she ever wants to move forward.
Being with Brittany would only stall the process and cause Brittany to oppress her emotions. She knows the blonde is aware of their close relationship and that she can confide in Santana at any time. The time apart has made Santana realise just how much she needs Brittany and wants her in her life. When Brittany's ready, she'll go to her, but for now, she'll focus on school.
Her parents have noticed her change in demeanour around the house, but know not to question it. If Santana needed their help she would have already confided in them. Santana has never experienced a kind of feeling like this — empathy for someone. She has had a relatively normal upbringing, but with Brittany in her life her world has changed dramatically.
She would never turn her back on Brittany just for the simple fact she can't function like she used to throughout her day. It is actually a relief to have something major change in her life, especially when it involves a girl next door that returns her feelings. She wouldn't have it any other way.
Santana pulls her clothes off to get ready for bed, wondering what Brittany is doing. She pulls out her phone and sends a quick goodnight message accompanied by a heart emoji.
x
It takes another day for Brittany finally leave her room. She helps Kurt with dinner and promises that she'll return to work on Monday, knowing that she wasn't getting paid to sit around the house moping.
"I'm having company over for dinner, so keep an eye on that salmon."
Brittany had never cooked salmon before or any kind of meat really. Kurt told her when she placed it in the pan to make sure it has a crispy skin and moist, pink inside. He seems really excited. Brittany can't help but picture herself in a kitchen of her own, cooking dinner for her partner. Will Brittany and Santana reach that stage where they meet each other's work friends in the future and call each other partners?
A sudden wash of apprehension crossed her mind. What if Santana didn't see a future with Brittany? It's not like she could provide the brunette an exciting life while working as a janitor and when Santana graduates she'll probably go to some smart school across the country.
Brittany grits her teeth thinking about being apart from Santana. She didn't do relationships, let alone long distance. Opening up to Santana had already been a huge step for her and she isn't ready to just start over again with someone new. She wants her relationship with Santana to last as long as possible.
When she and Kurt place the food on two plates on the dining able, he turns to Brittany and pinches his lips together.
"So, my date should be over any moment…"
"I get it," Brittany cuts in, rolling her eyes. "I'll see what Santana is up too."
"Good," he smiles, "you girls have been pretty distant lately."
"We've just given each other space," the blonde reacts defensively. Kurt notices his nieces walls come up and he embraces her lightly.
"Don't worry, you girls will make it."
x
Santana is in her sweat pants and old t-shirt when she hears a knock on the door. She lifts her head up from the history text book she's been studying for the past hour and waits for someone to answer the door. When she hears no footsteps, she sighs and walks down stairs, noticing a note on the table by the door.
Her parents went out to dinner.
She grumbles in annoyance, realising she'll have to make herself dinner then opens the door. The annoyance immediately disappears at the sight of her girlfriend, standing on the front step with a flower in her hand.
"I um, picked this from the back garden when Kurt wasn't looking," Brittany explains softly. Santana can't help but grin at the sweet gesture.
"Come in," she says, accepting the flower as Brittany walks passed her. She pops it into the vase on the table by the door follows Brittany further into the house. They pause at the stairs and Brittany looks down at Santana, smirking.
"You look really cute with your glasses on."
Santana blushes. "I was in study mode."
Brittany instantly looks apologetic. "Fuck, I totally interrupted you, I'm sorry!"
Santana shakes her head and tangles her fingers with the blonde's. "No it's okay, I have plenty of time to do it tomorrow in my free period so," she trails off, shrugging.
Brittany purses her lips and stares at the brunette, unsure of what to say or do. It feels like she hasn't seen Santana in years and she's sure the girl feels the same because of the loving look she's giving her.
"Come on," Santana suddenly states, dragging Brittany up the stairs and into her bedroom.
"If you want to study I can just like hang out and watch T.V or something," Brittany states, still feeling bad about bringing the girl out of her study mode.
Santana chuckles. "It's honestly fine." She walks over to the bed and sits on the edge of it, beckoning Brittany over as well. "Come here."
Brittany timidly sits by Santana. She has no idea why she's suddenly lost her confidence. Santana seems to notice and places a hand on Brittany's cheek. "I've missed you," she whispers.
The blonde feels a tingle shoot through her. "I missed you too." She leans forward intent on kissing Santana when the brunette pushes her roughly against the bed. Santana then straddles her and leans down, brushing their noses together.
"No Britt," she husks, "I've really missed you." Brittany lips are firmly shut as Santana rakes her hands down the blonde's abdomen, stopping just above her pants.
Brittany tugs on the bottom of her girlfriend's oversized tee and Santana's lifts her arms momentarily for it to be taken off. Brittany can't help but gaze at Santana's body, having missed the softness of her skin and perfect curve of her breasts.
The blonde unconsciously bucks her hips and Santana gasps. "I want you."
"Mm," the blonde moans, leaning up to capture the brunette's lips. Santana finally gives in, leaning down fast to smash their lips together. Brittany tilts her head and sucks on Santana's bottom lip, immediately tasting her girlfriend's cherry lipgloss.
Santana parts her lips and kisses the blonde deeper, pushing her entire body against her. She tightens her lips around Brittany's, then parts them a slides her tongue into her girlfriend's mouth, greedily capturing a moan. She then kisses down the blonde's jaw, towards her neck and sucks on the skin intent on leaving bruises.
"I want to cook for you," Brittany says through ragged breaths. Santana's lips pause against her skin and she leans back to stare at Brittany. The blonde opens her eyes and blushes embarrassed. "Sorry…"
"No," Santana grins, "I'd like that, I just really wanted to kiss you."
Brittany sits up straight, holding Santana tightly on her lap. "I wanted to kiss you too."
Santana's grin turns to a shy one and she rests her forehead against Brittany's, effectively making both of them close their eyes. "I'm never going to leave you," she whispers. "I want this forever if you'll have me."
Brittany finds immediate comfort at those words. All those hours of contemplating whether or not Santana would be in her future had just come to conclusion. Santana wants her, not for a little while, or on occasion, but forever. Infinitely.
"I am so yours," Brittany whispers, "proudly so."
x
Brittany makes spaghetti and meatballs, because they're the only quick meal Santana has in her kitchen.
"How long are your parents going to be out?"
Santana shrugs, sitting across from the blonde at the table they set outside by the pool. "Why? Do you want me all to yourself?"
"Maybe," Brittany winks. Santana smirks in return, then twirls some spaghetti around her fork. It's a cool night and considering Santana's pool is heated the brunette hopes Brittany might want to take a dip later.
"This isn't much but it's perfect," Santana comments. "Thank you babe."
"Babe?" Brittany raises her eyebrows in question. "This is getting serious."
Santana chuckles, shaking her head at the blonde's teasing. She watches Brittany's smile fade as she eats and notices that the blonde seems to have a lot on her mind. "How have you been?"
The blonde clears her throat. "Good," she lies.
Santana stares at her sincerely, seeing right through her girlfriend's faux positive exterior. "Britt," she says softly.
"Alright I've been feeling shit," the blonde sighs, "but I'm with you now and I feel a whole lot better."
Santana smiles really small. "I wanted to give you space to sort everything out, I just assumed you'd want it…"
"I know," Brittany nods, "thank you, really. I didn't want to be all sad around you, bringing you down."
"Don't think that way honey," Santana reaches across the table and laces their fingers together. "I love you so much and if you're ever feeling down I want you to call me and I'll come cuddle the crap out of you."
Brittany laughs. "I love you too."
Santana grins widely, continuing to scoff down her spaghetti. She takes a sip of water and then stares at the blonde again. "I came out to my cheerleading coach today."
"How was that?" Brittany asks curiously, playing with Santana's fingers.
"She was really cool about it, she even told me some stories about her coming out in high school," the brunette chuckles.
"That's so great Santana," Brittany says, smiling warmly.
"Yeah so, it made me come out to the entire cheerleading squad," she sighs, "most of them want my position as captain and won't undress when I'm in the locker rooms but," she shrugs, "whatever, I'm happy."
Brittany stares at her girlfriend lovingly. After months of denying her sexuality she's now in a relationship with a girl that is proud of who she really is. Santana notices the blonde's staring and bows her head. "What?"
"Nothing, I just," Brittany shrugs, "I'm proud of you."
Santana's shy smile turns into a smirk. "Want to skinny dip?"
Brittany narrows her eyes. "We haven't finished dinner yet." The brunette doesn't respond with words, she just unlocks their hands and stands up, pulling her dress over her head before removing her underwear and Brittany can't help but drool over her girlfriend's figure.
Santana then makes her way towards the pool and jumps in. When she surfaces she looks towards Brittany and smirks. "Come in babe."
Brittany rolls her eyes while smirking and undresses quickly, throwing her clothes to the side as she practically runs and leaps into the water. She meets Santana in the middle and floats around her.
"I've never had sex in a pool," the brunette states. Brittany catches Santana's eyes and notices the mischievous glint in them. She floats towards her until they're chest to chest then wraps her arms around the blonde's thighs and lifts her up.
Santana holds onto Brittany as the blonde walks them over to a wall of the pool.
"Neither have I," Brittany breathes, before leaning in an capturing her girlfriend's lips. Santana's arms tighten around Brittany's neck, pulling her closer so their lips press together tightly. She exhales through her nose then pulls back, breathing against the blonde's mouth.
"Britt…"
"Mm, what?" Brittany brushes their noses together.
"I can picture my entire life with you," she whispers, "from the moment we own a house, to the moment we get married, to the moment we're both ninety years old and still just as in love as we are at nineteen."
Brittany stares at the girl in adoration, her fingers creating gentle circles on the brunettes thighs. She never thought that anyone would want a future like that with her; full of love and sentimentality.
"You'd want to marry me?" Brittany asks in disbelief.
Santana releases a nervous chuckle. "I know it's weird considering we're still young but, I don't know," she shrugs slightly, "I just know that when I'm with you I finally understand what people are talking about when they talk about love and I'd like to be wrapped up in that for the rest of my life."
Brittany gulps and tightens her hold around Santana, smiling. "I'd like to be the person that makes you feel loved, unconditionally, for the rest of your days on this earth Santana Lopez."
Santana grins. "I'm so freakin in love with you Brittany Pierce."
The blonde hums joyfully, leaning in to kiss Santana again. Santana smiles into the kiss, pressing her body against Brittany's firmly as a silent way of solidifying their lives into one.
Brittany opens her mouth and slides her tongue between Santana's lips, eliciting a moan from the brunette. Her eyebrows scrunch up as she concentrates on massaging Brittany's tongue and when she unconsciously bucks her hips, she remembers that they're both naked.
"Ugh," Santana groans, breaking the kiss momentarily. Brittany's hands slide up to Santana's bare ass and she squeezes slightly, leaning in to suck on Santana's bottom lip. She tilts her head slightly and brushes her tongue across Santana's bottom lip before plunging it into her mouth again. Santana moans again, her back hitting the pool wall harshly as Brittany's kisses grow fervent.
Santana claws her fingers across the blonde's shoulders and her mouth widens, smothering Brittany's thinner lips with her own. She sucks hard, jutting her hips in order to gain friction against Brittany's skin.
The front door slamming shut causes both girls to break apart and turn their heads.
"Santana?" Her mom calls. The brunette is struck with fear as she scrambles from Brittany's hold, but the blonde doesn't seem fazed, in fact she allows the blonde to stand again and then plants hard, rough kiss against her neck.
"Britt w-we have to…oh god."
"I'm not stopping until you cum in my mouth," the blonde whispers against her skin. She then catches Santana's gaze and winks, before sinking under the water. She holds onto Santana's thighs as she leans forward and immediately presses her tongue against the brunette's pussy.
Santana's body jolts and she grips onto the edge of the pool in order to steady herself. Brittany releases one hand from the brunette's thighs and plunges it deep into her girlfriend.
Santana squeaks and turns her head to see if her parents are coming outside, but when the coast appears clear, she closes her eyes and relaxes a little. Her legs flex underwater as her girlfriend's lips suck desperately on her clit, as well as when Brittany adds a second finger and thrusts it in and out quickly.
It didn't take long for Santana's entire body to convulse and for her to hold her breath as she felt that familiar throbbing intensify between her thighs. Luckily Brittany was out of breath anyway so as she resurfaces, she notices her girlfriend trying her best to remain standing.
Brittany giggles and then wipes her face, breathing slightly heavily from being underwater.
"That was not cool," Santana murmurs, blindly reaching out to slap half-heartedly at the blonde. Brittany chuckles and walks towards the stairs, leaving Santana to regain her strength to move.
She notices a light go on just inside and Brittany cowers behind the edge of the pool. Santana's parents are right in the kitchen but if she's careful she could easily dry off with the tea towel on the table. It's not ideal, but it'll have to do.
When she reaches the table, she shivers while grabbing the tea towel and quickly ducks behind the wall out of sight of her girlfriend's parents. It takes another few minutes for Santana to discreetly make her way over to Brittany and the blonde hands her the small towel, sending her a look of apology for making it so wet.
Santana just rolls her eyes and throws it back onto the table, before turning around and leaning back into Brittany. The blonde automatically wraps her arms around her girlfriend, holding her close and kissing the side of her head.
Santana closes her eyes and tilts her head slightly. "Are you going to be back at school next week?"
Brittany nods. "Mhm, Monday. Why? Did you miss me in my uniform."
Santana laughs. "Hell yeah, you're one sexy janitor."
The murmurs of her parents become articulated as they walk closer to the back door and Santana tenses in Brittany's arms.
"Crap," she hisses.
"Shh," Brittany coos, "they won't see us here if you keep quiet."
After a few minutes they hear the back door close and Santana's dad mentions the half eaten plates of spaghetti left on the table. Santana relaxes again and then giggles.
"That was kind of a rush," she says, turning in Brittany's arms.
The blonde rests her forehead against Santana's and grins. "You're such a dork."
x
Over the weekend Brittany discovered she has a new appreciation for domesticity. She spent the majority of Saturday and Sunday at her girlfriend's house, leaving Kurt to invite whoever he wanted over for show tunes.
Santana's parents were very busy so it was mainly just her and Brittany occupying the house, cooking meals together and showering together. It wasn't long before they fell into a comfortable routine. Brittany would wake up to Santana grabbing a bunch of dirty clothes and throwing them into the wash basket, so that left the blonde to head downstairs and cook breakfast for her girlfriend.
They would always finish off the night by playing music and lying in bed, occasionally exchanging kisses and when things grew heated the clothes came off. Brittany soon came to the realisation that she was no longer a singular entity. She referred to her things as their things and when asked by Kurt if she wanted to join his poker game she replied 'we'll see'.
Kurt of course grew smug, noticing his niece's giddy affection towards Santana. The blonde would just roll her eyes and brush off those looks.
On Monday they both groan upon hearing their alarm go off. Brittany is going back to work after having a few days off due to everything that happened with her parents. She shared the news with Principal Figgins over the phone last week and surprisingly he was completely understanding.
Brittany snuggles against her girlfriend, running her hands down her naked frame, as Santana stretches at the gentle touch. "Don't wanna get out of bed," the blonde mumbles into Santana's neck.
The brunette giggles and cuddles into the blonde until she's practically lying on top of her, hands resting against Brittany's head as she lifts herself up and stares down into tired blue eyes.
"Have you ever thought about going back to school? Graduating?" Santana asks cautiously, watching the blonde shift underneath her.
"Sometimes," Brittany shrugs weakly, "when I'm cleaning the hallway and see everyone laughing with their friends, being picked up by their parents or going to the mall after…"
"You should talk to Principal Figgins about it," Santana smiles, "see if you can get a special placement."
Brittany sighs. "I don't think just because I'm just janitor Figgins will give me any special treatment…"
"You won't know until you try," Santana adds, grinning and kissing Brittany softly before pulling back. The blonde had barely returned the kiss, too lost in thought. They both jolt at the sound of the alarm going off again and Santana hops off of Brittany, grabbing her towel and heading for the shower.
Brittany grudgingly gets out of bed and grabs a pair of fresh underwear from the drawer and her towel, before joining the brunette.
x
It only takes another pleading smile from Santana to get Brittany into talking to Figgins. The blonde walks Santana to her first class, holding a broom in one hand and Santana's hand in the other. No one gives them a double look in the hallway, because of the pride they radiate.
"Think about it okay babe?" Santana asks, pulling Brittany in for a quick kiss. The blonde responds weakly, before sending her girlfriend a short nod and turning away.
When Brittany makes it three steps from her girlfriend, she immediately turns around, drops the broom and hopes that no one is in the classroom. She notices Santana approaching a desk in the empty classroom to her right and quickly spins the brunette around, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in for a searing kiss.
"Mm," Santana moans in surprise. Her hands palm the blonde's chest and she breaks for air. "What was that for?"
"Thank you," Brittany whispers, before leaning in once more. She backs Santana against the desk and runs her hands up her thighs, teasing the edge of her girlfriend's underwear. Santana palms Brittany's cheeks and pull her closer, massaging her lips desperately.
The creak of the table moving from the force of Brittany pushing Santana into it doesn't break their passionate haze. In fact Brittany grips Santana tighter and forces her tongue in between her lips, causing the brunette to whimper and pull at the collar of her uniform.
Their lips disconnect momentarily, Santana's eyes remaining closed as she feels the blonde's tongue brush against her lip. "You are so welcome," she breathes.
Brittany chuckles, stepping back and releasing her hold on Santana. "I'll pick you up from here in an hour."
"Okay," the brunette replies softly, still trying to catch her breath as she straightens the desk and sits on the seat behind it.
Brittany smirks before leaving the classroom, picking up the broom and walks straight to the principals office. She tells the woman by the door that she's got an appointment, before striding in and sitting directly opposite the head of the school, resting the broom against her chair.
"Brittany what can I do for you?"
The blonde gulps, flashing back to the moment at her old high school where she sat in this very position, in front of her principal that was scolding her for ripping apart sheets of paper from her English text book and rolling joints for other students.
"I was wondering if there was any chance I could start school here?"
Principal Figgins releases a sad sigh, clasping his hands together on his desk. "The intake for the school year has closed Brittany and there is no way you could start senior year so close to examination times."
The blonde swallows the lump in her throat and nods blankly. "I understand."
Figgins eyes the blonde curiously, before leaning back in his chair. "What were your grades like at your old school?"
Brittany blinks profusely to halt any tears threatening to fall. "U-um," she stutters, "like a B minus…" she trails off as she stands up from the chair and begins walking towards the door. "It doesn't matter." She doesn't even know why she's upset all of a sudden, it's not like she wants to return to school when she's working here anyway and a paying job at her age is better than coming to school for free.
"Miss Pierce," Figgins calls after her but Brittany disappears down the hall, heading for the janitors closet. She inhales and exhales deeply after closing the door, shutting herself away from everyone for a few minutes.
Would Santana be disappointed or mad with her? She gave it a shot and failed. At least she tried. Santana should only be mad at the school system, but Brittany can't help but blame her childhood, because she could be graduating beside her girlfriend if it weren't for that.
She takes responsibility of course, she has to; she's a grown up now. She's an adult with another person in her life to protect and care for. There are always options, school was just never meant for Brittany Pierce.
Brittany stays in the closet for a little over an hour and when she hears the knob jingle, she quickly wipes her tears away and stands up straight. Santana pokes her head in and sighs in relief. "You didn't pick me up so I assumed you were here," she states, closing the door behind her as she approaches the blonde. "How did it go with Figgins."
The blonde shakes her head. "He told me there was no way I could come here this late in the year..."
"What about next year? I'll stay in this town for as long as it takes -"
"Santana," Brittany cuts her off, holding her head in her hands. "School is your thing, it's not mine," she shrugs, "and I'm okay with that."
Santana swallows hard, staring at her girlfriend sympathetically. "I just want you to be happy."
"And I am happy Santana, with you, with this job, living with Kurt for now...that's all I really need," Brittany states softly. "Do you believe me?"
Santana grins slowly. "We're going to make it."