Santana groaned from the constant ringing of her phone and forced her eyes open to reach for it. She stared at the pictures Mercedes sent her with the simple message WTF in disbelief. "Fuck!" She screamed before flopping back on the bed. "Brittany is going to fuckin kill me." She stared at the phone a few more minutes before she regained her composure and sat back up. She quickly pressed Brittany's speed dial and nervously waited for her to answer.
Brittany stared at the pictures on TMZ as her phone rang incessantly with Santana's calls. She wiped the tear from her cheek, before picking up the phone. "What the hell did you do?" She asked immediately.
"I didn't cheat on you. I swear to God I didn't, you should trust me."
Brittany remained silent on the phone and stared at the pictures on her computer. "Of course I trust you, but the pictures...who is the bitch fuckin hanging all over you, who the fuck is she Santana?!"
"She's ummm..." Santana whispered as she heard the toilet flush in her room, she snapped her head towards the bathroom and quickly lifted the cover and saw she was just in her thong and lost her voice while hanging up the phone.
Brittany stared at the phone when she heard it click angrily. "Did you fuckin hang up on me?!" She snapped while calling Santana back immediately. "Answer this damn phone Santana!" Brittany yelled angrily as she listened to the phone ring over and over. She listened to the voicemail start before hanging up and calling back right away while glaring at the screen.
In one picture Santana was still in her tight dress, her stilettos were now in her hand as she stood outside the hotel with a cigarette in her mouth, the next picture showed Santana being held up by a woman, who had her arms around her from behind, but the woman's face was turned away from the camera. The final picture then showed the woman carrying Santana's stilletos in one hand, the Latina's arms were around their neck, while the other woman held her tightly around the waist. The video that TMZ had showed the woman walking Santana into the hotel.
"Answer the phone, Santana, dammit, answer!" Brittany mumbled angrily.
Santana frantically looked under her sheets for her bra or maybe a t shirt before groaning angrily and snapping her neck to the door when she heard the faucet come on. "Who the fuck is in there?" She asked herself nervously while wringing her wrists. "I didn't cheat on Brittany, I know I didn't" She whispered as tears pooled in her eyes and the door opened slowly.
Rachel walked out drying her hands on a white towel. "Santana you need to call room service about the water pressure, it's way too low, I can't shower like that. I need the water pressure at a certain level so I can properly steam treat my voice."
Santana's eyes widened when she saw her friend and jumped out of bed practically tackling her while hugging her tightly. "Shit! It's just you." She cried happily while kissing Rachel on the forehead. "I've never been so happy to you, Berry. " She added while sniffling and picking up the smaller woman and spinning around. "It's just your stubby, hobbit ass."
Rachel closed her eyes tightly and tensed immediately when she realized Santana didn't have on a shirt, and very little clothes in general. "I love hugs, but you need to put a shirt on, and some bottoms, like now." She chuckled while pulling Santana off of her. "I'm not comfortable with you latching on to me while you are dressed like this. I'm certain Brittany wouldn't be pleased."
"Fuck! I hung up on her." Santana cringed while running over to the phone. "Stop staring at my body and go to the other room." She then told Rachel while picking up her cell phone.
"That's the thank you I get for leaving the event I was at and coming to take care of your drunk ass?" Rachel asked while looking around the room and tossing Santana a shirt.
"What?" Santana asked while putting the shirt on and crawling back in bed.
"You don't remember what happened last night?" Rachel asked with a frown.
"The last thing I remember is some bitch from the club showed up downstairs in the lobby and stated she could get rid of the paps for me." Santana shook her head.
"Well, I received a 911 text from you with the name of the hotel you were at. I left right away and came to the hotel, you were outside holding your shoes, smoking a cigarette, and crying hysterically that someone was trying to make you cheat on Brittany." Rachel explained. "I brought you back upstairs, where you proceeded to scrub some lipstick off of your wrist so hard that your skin broke." Santana glanced at the band-aid on her wrist. "I patched you up and watched you vomit on your dress, since you wouldn't let me help you. I was able to get your dress off of you, and I laid out some pajamas for you."
"You didn't sleep with me did you? Like in the bed?" Santana asked slowly.
"No, you smell like tequila." Rachel smiled. "I slept on the sofa bed in the other room."
"Wait...what did you wear last night?" Santana asked while staring at the pictures that Mercedes texted her.
"Tight jeans, a pink shirt, tan blazer, and pink heels." Rachel rattled off. "Everything was Donna Karan."
"Who cares what brand it was." Santana scowled again. "Is this you?" She then tossed Rachel her phone.
"Yes." Rachel nodded.
"You need to have your team release pictures of you from last night's event, the media thinks I'm cheating on Brittany." Santana told her quickly.
Rachel's eyes widened. "Of course, let me call Julie." She quickly walked out of the room to find her phone.
Santana stared at the pictures and sighed before calling Brittany again.
Santana Marie Lopez-Pierce don't you dare fuckin hang up on me again! Brittany yelled immediately.
Santana swallowed slowly. Brittany, I'm sorry for hanging up. I didn't cheat on you, the woman in the picture is
Who is she? Brittany asked sadly. Who the fuck is she?!
Just Rachel, Brit. Santana stated quickly. It's just Berry, she's still here right now, she said I called her last night super drunk so she came to the hotel. I would never cheat on you, you know that baby, you're my wife, always and forever. I don't think about other women.
Brittany replied quiet before sniffling. Are we okay Santana?
Santana sighed and nodded even though Brittany couldn't see her. Yes, baby. We are more than okay. I know me deciding to say in New York a little longer is a little unnerving for you, but trust me. We are okay.
I want you to come home. Brittany said softly.
I'll be home tomorrow night. Santana assured. I love you Brittany, I just needed to get away. But just know that I'm coming home to you.
You better. Brittany mumbled. I need to get to the studio, so I'll talk to you later. Love you.
Love you more. Santana replied before hanging up and flopping back on the bed.
"Did you order room service?" Santana then yelled to Rachel. "I want two eggs, scrambled with cheese, toast, and turkey bacon! Pronto!"
Brittany was in her office at Fierce Pierce when Mercedes walked in with an eyebrow raised. "What the hell is going on with you two?" She asked Brittany while setting down a stack of printouts from various blogs on Brittany's desk.
Brittany sighed and picked up the stack of papers and began to shuffle through reading the numerous headlines that both called Santana every name in the book while accusing her of cheating, hinted that the two of them were head towards divorce, and even a few that accused Brittany of not satisfying Santana enough, which led her to stray. Brittany stacked the papers neatly and set them on the corner of her desk.
"You of all people should know better than to believe the tabloids, TMZ? SandraRose? Bossip? E! News?" Brittany listed. "You know they create the most outlandish stories just to get more hits on their websites." She added while going back to the email she was writing.
Mercedes eyed Brittany and sat on the couch. "Ok, thanks for the interview answer, now talk to me like I'm Mercedes, your friend. I can tell the pictures bother you more than you'll admit, and why is Santana even still in New York, I thought she was just going for her photoshoot and coming right back?"
Brittany closed her eyes tightly before opening them slowly. "San and I got in a big argument a few days ago, over something involving Madison, I didn't like how she handled it, she felt that I didn't have her back, I was so upset with her that I slept with Mackenzie instead of getting in bed with her." Brittany sighed. "So she decided to stay a little longer, to blow off some steam I guess."
"Whoa...that's a big one." Mercedes frowned.
"Oh, and I kind of called her a bitch." Brittany added while running her fingers through her hair.
Mercedes jaw dropped open. "I'm sure you were the only person to never call her that. Hell, I've heard Carter mumble it a time or two before."
"Don't remind me." Brittany shook her head. "That's what really hurt her. Her whole face dropped...I knew it was wrong after I said it, but I was just so mad at her. She said she feels like we don't appreciate her."
Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "Wait...Santana?" She cleared her throat. "Santana Lopez said she doesn't feel appreciated."
Brittany nodded. "She was crying...it was heart breaking."
"Did she say why she feels that way?" Mercedes asked.
"I think it's culmination of things. I don't want to get in details of our home life but I heard her loud and clear, and I get what she was saying." Brittany replied. "We do take a lot of what San does for granted around the house, but it's because we are so used to her doing it for us."
"You know that girl loves big and hard, she doesn't know any other way." Mercedes smiled.
"I know, and that's why I love her so much." Brittany smiled softly. "Luckily the kids are still on punishment so they run a slim chance of seeing these." She picked up the stack of paper again and rolled her eyes. "And the woman in the original TMZ article and video is Rachel."
"Berry?" Mercedes asked as her eyes widened. "What the hell?"
"Santana said some woman kept pushing up on her at the club and then followed her to the hotel, so she texted Rachel, who came over to the hotel. Rachel ended up taking care of Santana all night while she threw up. Rihanna called me this afternoon to tell me about the woman too. I guess Santana made quite the production at the club letting the woman know she was happily married and to leave her alone, but she just wouldn't give up." Brittany smiled.
"That sounds about right." Mercedes laughed. "How about we grab some lunch, my treat?"
Brittany nodded. "Sounds good, let me finish up this email."
2pm - New York
"Santana are you ready?" Emily asked while knocking on the door to her bedroom in her hotel suite.
Santana finished tying her sneakers and nodded. "Yeah, you think I look casual enough but not like too casual?"
Emily smiled. "You are hosting a meet and greet lunch with your fans in a hotel suite, I think you look great." She assured her while looking at Santana's outfit which consisted of a white v neck shirt, extremely distressed dark denim jeans, and a pair of Red Kanye West Air Yeezy sneakers. Her make up artist did neutral make up on her, and her hair was in a pony tail down her back. As usual, she was adorned in diamonds on her wrists, neck, and had huge diamond stud earrings in.
"Seriously?" She frowned while staring at herself in the mirror.
"Santana, I would never steer you wrong." Emily laughed. "Remember when I saved you from the disaster at the Grammy's a few years ago?"
Santana turned around quickly. "I would have had on the same dress as Taylor Swift!" She screeched. "I gave you a huge bonus for that save."
"Yes, I loved my new car." Emily winked.
"You really are a great assistant." Santana smiled. "I know you want to get home to your baby girl, so we are leaving tomorrow."
"Justin loves his one on one time with her, but yes I miss her so much." Emily beamed.
"I remember how hard it was being away from my kids too, so trust me, I completely understand." Santana nodded. "Book tickets for tomorrow around 1 or 2."
"Got it." Emily grabbed her phone and set a reminder. "The meet and greet is in a suite downstairs, I made sure it's very comfortable and homey like you wanted." Santana nodded and followed her down to the hall. "They are enjoying appetizers, we ordered pizza, after confirming allergies and such."
"Thank you, no law suits please, remember the shit fest that happened at Brittany's meet and greet from the kid that was allergic to nuts." Santana sighed.
"I recall, so I was super careful this time. You have the room for three hours, pictures and such are your call." Emily pressed the elevator button and glanced at her.
"I'm just going to wing it, I love these more personal events, rather than when we are a venue and the owner is rushing us and trying to get their cut." Santana scowled. "Autographed cds are downstairs?"
"Yes, as well as a few pictures I found in my bag too." Emily nodded while knocking three times on the suit door, her signal to security that Santana was outside.
Once the door opened Santana took a deep breath and smiled brightly before walking in the hotel suite, she greeted each and every person in the room with a big hug before finally sitting down in the chair they placed to the side for her, so she could see everyone. "Shit, I feel underdressed." She teased while noticing some of the men wearing bowties, and some of the women in heels. "So, I want to start by thanking all of you for coming out today, as you know Brittany and I love our fans so much, so whenever we can take the time to interact with you all and hang out with you, we absolutely do."
"Many of you have helped yourselves to the appetizers, there are more so don't be shy." Emily announced. "Pizza is on the way, and since you are all over 21 years old this time, feel free to help yourself to the bar as well, our mixologist can make anything you want."
"Yes, please help yourselves, get comfortable." Santana smiled.
"We are going to start with a question portion, where you are free to ask Santana anything, respectfully." Emily added as one of the waitresses handed Santana a dirty martini.
She took a sip. "God, this is good. Thank you." She smiled and nodded to Emily to tip the waitress for her. Santana set her drink down and slid her leg under her to get more comfortable. "Who wants to start?" She looked around the room as a man with a red collared shirt stood up. She nodded to him with a smile to ask his question.
"How do you and Brittany deal with the tabloids, they are saying you cheated on her last night?" He asked before sitting down.
Santana took another sip of her martini while she thought about how to approach the question. "Brittany and I know that tabloids fabricate everything." She laughed. "It's hard sometimes on both of us, especially when one of us is in another city or state, like right now, but we trust each other."
A blonde woman stood up and smiled. "I'm such a huge fan!" Santana smiled widely slightly blushing at how excited the woman was. "You and Brittany have four kids, three of which are still relatively young, how hard is it to balance your kids, your careers, and then your marriage?"
Santana shifted in the chair and thought carefully. "You listed those three in a specific order for a reason I'm assuming?" She asked, she waited for the woman to nod before licking her lips slowly. "Well, the way you listed those I think is how the media portrays us, that we put our careers before each other, we haven't really slowed down in terms of work but my marriage is extremely important to me, and i know it's important to Brittany as well, so I would put it neck and neck with our kids, and label it as family all under the same umbrella." She smiled. "It's definitely rough, we thought that when the kids got older it would get a little easier, but I think now it's gotten harder. Teenage years are super important and I don't want to miss anything with our kids. When you're a teenager, you have a ton of questions, whether career wise, sexuality wise, style wise, or relationship wise. We've always been hands of parents, no nanny, no chef; we wanted to be able to say that we raised our kids. So while my career is important to me, my family has always come first and will always come first."
"If you weren't an entertainer, what would your career be?" Someone asked.
"Great question...I don't know." Santana shrugged. "I've always known I would be famous, but I guess if I had to choose..." she rocked side to side. "I would pick being a doctor, like my dad."
"Can we ask Emily a question?" Someone asked.
Santana glanced over at her assistant, who was taking pictures of the event. "Em?"
"Sure." Emily laughed nervously.
"Cool, what's the best and worst part of working with Santana?"
Santana laughed and covered her face. "Oh God!"
Emily set the camera down and walked closer to the group. "You want best or worst part first?" She asked the Latina, as she sipped her martini again.
"Surprise me." Santana laughed.
"Well, I've been working with Santana for almost twelve years, so I have a lot of memories and experience." Emily started. "I think the best part of working with her is that she treats me more like family than an employee, I have some friends that are PAs to celebs as well, and they get the crazy midnight or three am phone calls with requests for sushi, or some random and exotic dessert, but I don't get those. She invites me over for holidays, and celebrations like everyone else, and I'm there to hang out not work."
"And the worst?" Santana asked.
"The worst is having to deal with the paps. It's just something I never got used to. I remember one time here in New York, after one of Santana's concerts, we were chased through the hotel. Carter was probably 10 years old and loved it, but it was so crazy." Emily recalled.
"I remember that and yes Carter loved it." Santana smiled.
"Are you used to the paps?" A quiet voice asked her.
Santana thought while scratching her left arm. "Yes and no. Fortunately we live in a gated community where the paps can't get in, so I can relax in my backyard and my kids and grandkids can play outside and I don't have to worry about them ending up on the blogs, but i don't think you're ever really prepared to have people screaming insults at your or asking personal questions while recording you and taking your picture. I have really thick skin and will snap back but it does take a toll on you." She finished. "Who's next?"
A man stood up. "Can you sing something? Like anything."
Santana raised an eyebrow. "Well...I do have a keyboard around here somewhere right?" She winked as two staff members wheeled her keyboard over to her. "I've give you all an exclusive on a song I'm working on. She started to play a melody as almost every one in the room lifted their phone to record her. "Sheesh...you all are recording me, I better be on my A game." She teased before she started to sing.
Feels like I'm going down a one way street,
In every direction
And I need, I need, I need, heaven to show me just little affection.
Oh, cause all of the signs, oh oh
Torn towards bad for me.
And I wish I could get a running start
And soar to my victory
She stopped playing and started to clap. "Can you all back me up, whoever isn't recording just with a clap?" She smiled. Emily quickly began to clap with Santana's glam team. "Thanks." She then started to sing again.
But, one wing I can't fly with one wing
Heaven help me, fly with one wing
I can't fly with one wing, oh no
No matter how hard I try, I can't no
She smiled while playing again and starting the second verse, enjoying the closeness of her fans.
Feels like I'm running out of time,
And I gotta whole lot of things on my mind
And I'm walking around in the dark, oh oh
Trying to find just a little peak of sunshine
No, no oh I did everything to make it work,
But, still I'm at a loss.
Now, I'm on a runaway of my life oh
Waiting to take off, but I-I-I
She stopped playing again and started to clap with a few times, before nodding her head and playing with more intensity while singing with more passion.
Can not fly with one wing.
Heaven I'm gonna need some help yeah, fly with one wing
I can't I Cant I Cant fly with one wing, oh no
No matter how hard I try, I can't no.
Always on my knees, always on my knees
Oh, I been on my knees many of nights, praying
For the coming of my victory, Yeah
But there's always something there in the way to delay my flight
She then began to stomp her foot to the beat before singing loudly with a big smile.
I just can't get off my feet
To reach my destiny,
Though it's where I can see
It's just to high to reach, no!
She stood up and continue to clap and stomp her foot creating a beat while she harmonized as her eyes closed and she sang out.
Noooooooo
I can't I can't I can't fly with one wing!
The room erupted in applause and cheers when she finished her series of runs, Emily and her glam team kept the beat going with their hands and feet as Santana sat back down at the keyboard and started to play the melody again.
No, I can't fly, fly with one wing.
I can't fly with one wing, oh no
No matter how hard I try, I can't no.
I can pray all I want, sister.
Fly with one wing, no
Fly with one wing, I can't I can't I can't
Fly, fly, fly, fly.
I can't fly with one wing, but I can't
I can't fly with one wing, I can't
I can't fly with one wing, I can't.
Oh oh oh.
She cleared her throat when she finished and smiled. "That was more nerve-wracking than performing in a stadium." She laughed. "I'm sure it'll be all over youtube, Instagram, Twitter, Vine, and everything else in a few seconds, the name of it is One Wing." She added. "Let's get back to questions, or do you all want another song?"
Brittany walked out of the bistro she had lunch with Mackenzie and Carter right into the bright lights of the paps that were waiting outside. "Fuck." She mumbled. "Don't say a word, either of you."
Mackenzie nodded and put on her sunglasses before running her fingers through her hair and holding her head a little higher as she walked next to Brittany. She was wearing a pair of small shorts, with a tank top, and a pair of flip flops, Brittany was similar attire, while Carter had on shorts, and a blue and white striped polo. Carter glared at the man recording them before walked past him, grabbing the bag Brittany was carrying, for her.
"Brittany, have you seen the headlines? Is Santana cheating on you?"
Brittany looked straight ahead silently, no emotion whatsoever on her face. "What is he talking about?" Mackenzie asked quietly. Brittany shook her head at her daughter, silently requesting she not ask any questions.
"So you're talking care of the kids while Santana sluts around New York?"
Brittany glanced at Carter and discreetly squeezed his hand to keep him calm. "What is he talking about?" Mackenzie asked again. "Mom's cheating on you?" Brittany again didn't answer and continued to walk towards the car.
"Your daughter is clearly on her path..with those booty shorts on and all."
Brittany stopped walking as anger boiled in her chest.
"You have one son all over social media for attacking a man in the grocery store...they are calling him Snixx Jr. Better get him a muzzle."
Carter quickly turned around and glared at the man, taking his sunglasses off.
"Oh crap, this is him...Gold! And now your daughter wants to be a slut...look at her clothes."
Brittany handed Mackenzie her purse and turned around. "You can say whatever makes you feel better about Santana and me, but you will not attack my kids. I won't stand by and let you attack my fuckin kids." She hissed while pointing her finger in his face.
"So Santana is cheating on you?"
Brittany glared at the man. "You fuckin tell me, you seem to fuckin know everything about my damn life."
"Come on momma, let's go." Carter told her while pulling Brittany away from the man.
Once they were in the car, Brittany leaned on the steering wheel and sighed. "Your mom is not cheating on me. Our marriage is fine, okay?" She turned to look at her kids. "Okay?"
"Okay." Mackenzie nodded.
"Why is he even saying that?" Carter demanded to know. "What's going on? You know we can't see anything online because of the stupid punishment."
"The stupid punishment is due to your own faults, and we don't say the word stupid, you know that." Brittany replied. "There are some pictures of Aunt Rachel and your mom walking into her hotel, you can't see Rachel's face, so the tabloids are running with the story as Santana is cheating on me."
"Mom would never cheat on you." Mackenzie said quietly. "I know she wouldn't."
"You don't know that." Carter sighed.
Brittany looked at Carter. "We would never cheat on each other." She stated sternly. "Okay."
Carter nodded finally. "Okay."
Brittany started the car and drove off quickly, her head full of thoughts.
10pm New York
Santana was sitting in a hot bubble bath, a glass of champagne on the table next to her, with a tray of truffles. She had candles lit, and some soft music playing. She was leaning back on a bath tub pillow as her eyes closed and she exhaled slowly. She reached over and popped a truffle in her mouth. "God I love these." She smiled while quickly eating another one. She leaned back to relax after taking a long sip of her champagne when her phone rang. She peeped at the caller ID and saw it was the house and answered.
Ashton, Carter, or Mackenzie? She asked while putting the phone on speaker.
Hi mom.
Hey baby girl, what's up? Phones are off limits...part of your punishment.
We can't even call you?
What do you need Mack?
I can't find my ballet shoes, I worked on the whole no drinking as a teen thing with Carter and Ashton.
In the library at the house, you know I ordered books for you three?
Yes, momma locked us in the room too.
Santana laughed since she knew Brittany wouldnever lock them in anywhere. Well, you do the crime, gotta pay the time. Why would I know where your ballet shoes are Mackenzie?
Because you always have them sitting by my door, no matter where I leave them.
Mackenzie, you are thirteen years old, you can keep up with your ballet shoes. Did you ask momma?
She can't find hers either, she said you always put them in the closet for her.
Santana rolled her eyes and sighed. Why don't both of you go check the studio, I'm sure you both left them there, that's where I always find them.
Ok, great. Thanks, love you, and miss you.
I love and miss you too, see you tomorrow when I get back.
Santana hung up the phone and sighed again. "I could staple the damn shoes to them and they would still some how lose them." She nodded her head slowly to the music. "I love this part." She smiled while making her fingers dance to the music when her phone rang again.
Mackenzie, go to the studio and check sweetheart. She stated right away.
It's your favorite son, Carter. He laughed.
Favorite, huh? What's up mijo? Santana smiled.
Where do you keep the sports tape? I need to tape my ankle before I go outside and practice?
Why doesn't anyone know where anything is in the house? Look in the bathroom next to the workout room.
I did.
Well, maybe we are out C. Try the bathroom in the pool house, top shelf in the medicine cabinet on the left. If not there, ask your mom to get some out of our bathroom in the bedroom.
Ok, can I go ...
No, you're on punishment.
She heard him groan and hang up the phone angrily. She debated calling him back to reprimand him for hanging up on her but decided to simply enjoy her bath and ate another truffle. "These are addicting. I need Mack to do a commercial for these so we can get them free." She began to sing asoflty to Anita Baker.
With all my heart I love you baby
Stay with me and you will see
My arms will hold you, baby
Never leave, 'cause I believe
She was just getting into the song when her phone rang again. "For fucks sake!" She snapped while answering.
Hello?
Hey mom, how's New York?
Hey Grey, what's up?
How's New York?
It's good, I'm just trying to relax a little since I have an interview in the morning before my flight.
Oh, well I was making momma a smoothie and I can't find the mix you use.
Third cabinet from the left on the top. Just add one scoop, she doesn't like it too grainy, no bananas in it, she just like berries and a little kale.
Cool, thanks.
You're welcome baby.
"Sorry Anita." Santana said to the radio as the song went off. "If my magical mom powers are correct, Noah will call next, I'm sure he'll need to know where something is in his own damn house."
An hour later, Santana realized she fell asleep in the tub and got out, ready to dive in her bed and go back to sleep. She cleaned up the bathroom quickly, blowing out the candles and wrapped herself in the robe hanging on the back of the door. She saw Emily left her a note on the bed with the itinerary for the next day, including the time the car would be coming to pick her up for her meeting, and the time of her flight. Santana set the note to the side and texted Emily a short message letting her know she was staying in for the night to sleep, so she was off and could go out and enjoy the city if she wanted. She was setting her phone down when it rang again. Her eyes lit up when she saw it was Brittany's cell phone.
Hey baby
Hey Sanny
What's wrong? You sound down.
Well, I can't leave the house without being harassed by the paps, you know Carter punched someone in the grocery store yesterday, so it's all over TMZ, and...
Wait...he did what?
This guy was following us around saying you slept with someone else, and he called you a whore. Santana closed her eyes tight while leaning her head back against the headboard. Carter got upset and grabbed his collar, the guy spit in his face, so Carter punched him.
Good! Santana snapped. Spitting on someone is so fuckin disgusting and disrespectful. Is C okay?
He's fine, but I'm just tired of negative press baby, I'm sure you saw the articles today.
Yeah I did, I had a meet and greet here in the hotel, so I haven't been outside at all. I'm sorry you're dealing with all of this. So sorry B.
Hey, this isn't the first scandal or fake scandal the media has made out of our marriage. Brittany laughed dryly.
When I get home tomorrow, let's issue a statement together, maybe even a video one. Just to assure our fans and family members that have seen the stories that we are okay.
Sounds good. I miss you...
I miss you.
I guess I didn't realize how much you do around the house, from putting up our ballet shoes, to making sure the remotes have batteries, so how organized the kitchen is, to something as simple as setting my pills out for me in the morning. I appreciate you Santana, I really do baby, I don't want you to feel unappreciated.
Brit...
Hear me out, please...
Brittany, there was a woman flirting with me at the club, the waitress was, I flirted back with her, not because I wanted her or wanted to take her back to the hotel, but because she made me feel appreciated. I'm sorry.
You did what?
I'm sorry, but I wanted you to know. This is a different woman than the one that was stalking me, I didn't have any contact with her after the club, but I flirted with her, we winked at each other, we smiled, we flirted...and it felt god to have some attention after our fight.
See you tomorrow Santana.
Brit...wait.
Santana groaned when Brittany hung up the phone but texted her quickly.
TO BRITTANY: She didn't mean a damn thing to me. It was innocent flirting, if innocent flirting does exist. I love you Brittany, and I'm sorry.
Santana stared at the phone waiting for Brittany to respond back and sighed in relief when she did.
FROM BRITTANY: I love you too
"I really fucked up this time." Santana set her phone down and crawled under the covers to fall asleep.
LA 7pm
"It's hot as fuck." Santana complained while stepping in to the limo after her baggage was sit in the trunk of her. Brittany texted her that she called a car for her instead of picking her up which Santana almost expected. She called Brittany all day but didn't receive an answer until she texted letting Brittany know what time her plane was scheduled to land, to which Brittany informed her she would have a car waiting for her.
She looked around the limo and noticed bags and a few boxes but shrugged and ignored them, assuming they had a delivery of some sort after taking her home. She made a mental note to complain for the unprofessionalism when she did get home. She was replying to text messages when she noticed the driver passed the exit ramp to her house.
"Fuck." She snapped before banging on the glass. "You missed the turn."
The driver rolled down the window. "Mrs. Brittany said not to take you to your home, I have a hotel address for you."
"What?" Santana asked quickly. "What do you mean I can't go home?"
"Mrs. Brittany gave strict orders." He replied. "I'm sorry Mrs. Santana.
Santana rolled up the window and began to look through the bags. "This is my stuff...did she fuckin kick me out?!" She asked as tears came to her eyes. "No, no, no."
She picked up her phone and called Brittany, but she was sent straight to voicemail. "I'm not going to a fuckin hotel, take me home, now." She banged on the window.
"Mrs. Brittany said no." The driver replied.
"Well, Mrs. Brittany isn't in the fuckin limo, take me home, now!" Santana demanded as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Now, I'm not playing."
The driver stared straight ahead as Santana continued to try calling Brittany again. "Answer Brittany." She pleaded as the driver pulled up to a hotel. He opened the door for Santana but she moved to the other side of the limo. "Take me home, please." She said softly while shaking her head.
"Mrs. Santana, I have to do my job." He said quietly. "Please."
Santana sniffled. "Fine, bring my luggage in later, I don't want the paps to get pictures of me walking into a hotel in LA with luggage." She nodded while wiping her eyes and putting her sunglasses on.
"Very well." He nodded.
"Just like circle the block a few times or something and then bring it up." She added quietly as he helped her out of the limo.
He then handed her a card. "This is your room key and room number."
Santana stuck it in her purse and smoothed out her dress whence saw a crowd by the door waving and calling for her. She waved politely to them, making sure to keep a smile on her face as she made her way in the hotel and walked to the elevators. She went to the 27th floor and sniffled while sticking the key in her room door. "So fuckin embarrassing. I'm sorry Brittany." She mumbled to herself.
"I forgive you."
Santana looked up quickly and saw Brittany standing in the middle of the room, holding a single red rose. "What..." Santana shook her head slowly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for taking advantage of you, for making you feel like I didn't have your back, for you feeling under appreciated in our house. I'm sorry." Brittany told her while walking closer to Santana and wiping her eyes. "I heard you loud and clear baby, and I promise to do a better job of showing you how much we appreciate you at home, I'm going to help our more, and do more for you as well."
"I thought you kicked me out." Santana choked on a sob.
"Why?" Brittany frowned while hugging her tightly.
"You have my clothes boxed up in the limo." Santana told her while melting in Brittany's embrace.
"Those are the the clothes you donated for the auction." Brittany reminded her. "I just finally got around to boxing all the stuff up for us, the driver is dropping them off for us. Didn't he tell you that?"
"I didn't ask him." Santana shook her head again while clutching tightly to Brittany.
"Why would I kick you out?" Brittany asked.
"Because I told you I flirted with that waitress." Santana sniffled.
"But who's arms are you in right now?" Brittany replied while rubbing her back. "I know I have your heart, I know in my heart you would never cheat on me, and you know in your heart I would never cheat on you." She led Santana over to the couch and sat down, pulling her wife in her lap. "Do I like it when you flirt? No. Is it going to happen? Yes. You're sexy, beautiful, charming, charismatic...everything someone would want in a woman; people will do whatever they can they get you."
"They never will." Santana said quickly. "I only want you."
"And I only want you." Brittany told her while kissing her tears away. "I brought you to the hotel tonight to pamper you, to say thank you for taking care of the family the way do, to show you how much I appreciate you. I have a masseuse coming, dinner will be served to us on the balcony. I just want you to have a relaxing night, baby. I'm sorry for scaring you, which I think I did."
"You didn't answer all day."
"I was busy setting this all up, I didn't mean to freak you out." Brittany repeated. "You're shaking, shit, I'm so sorry."
Santana sighed and leaned further into Brittany. "I can't lose you."
"You won't." Brittany replied while lifting Santana's face to kiss her. "Let's take a shower before the masseuse gets here."
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