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This chapter is short, but it's all that I can manage right now. Real life is taking over but I hope to get longer chapters out soon. Thank you, in advance, for your patience.

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Chapter 21

Santana stares down at Brittany, her brow furrowing in confusion. She had heard Brittany saying her name...she's sure of it. Brittany looks dazed and half asleep, and she's gazing up at Santana as though she is unsure of who and where she is. Sighing softly, Santana perches on the edge of the coffee table and rests her elbows on her knees as she silently watches Brittany. She can't help but think about how adorable Brittany looks when she's just woken up. The cute, sleepy bewilderment on her face and her mussed hair makes Santana smile. What doesn't make her smile is the guilt that floods Brittany's stunning blue eyes.

"You didn't answer my question," Santana eventually murmurs, growing bored with the awkward silence.

"What question?" Brittany asks quietly, staring at her hands as she picks her fingernail and avoids making eye contact with Santana.

"I heard you say my name," Santana tells her. "Where you dreaming about me?"

"I was dreaming about all of us...our family," Brittany lies. She feels a twinge of guilt in her gut, it was all too easy for her to lie to Santana's face like that. Just like she has been lying to Quinn for all this time. "Just, you know, us all hanging out," Brittany adds softly. She can tell by looking at Santana that the teenager doesn't believe her. Not one little bit. "What are you doing up at..." Brittany glances at her cell phone, "two in the morning?" she asks, attempting to divert the attention away from her saying Santana's name in her sleep.

"I couldn't sleep," Santana shrugs. "Are you just gonna lie to me, yeah?" Brittany's gaze snaps up to Santana, and she opens her mouth to speak but closes her mouth a moment later. "I know you're lying," Santana murmurs, a flash of annoyance crossing her features.

"Santana, just go to bed," Brittany sighs. She rolls her eyes when Santana doesn't move, even though it doesn't surprise her at all. "Look, San, it's late. Can we just talk in the morning?" Brittany pleads, her eyes giving away how desperate she is to not talk about it right now.

"Fine," Santana snaps. "Not talking about things is your specialty, why should I expect anything different now." Brittany watches, defeated, as Santana storms out of the living room and up the stairs. Sighing, Brittany leans slumps back, sinking into the couch cushions and rubbing her temples. For a second, she had thought she had gotten away with it but, of course, Santana knew she was lying. It's not a hard conclusion to come to, lying is all they have done recently.

"Fuck," she murmurs. Brittany feels completely uncomfortable. She shouldn't be having those kind of dreams about the sixteen year old that she and her wife adopted. It makes her feel sick yet, at the same time, it intrigues her. Brittany has never before felt such a strong attraction towards someone. Even Quinn. Brittany groans, Quinn doesn't deserve this. Quinn deserves to be married to someone who only wants to be with her. She doesn't deserve to be married to a woman who has already cheated on her with their adopted daughter, and is lusting after said girl. It's even worse because she'd be lying to herself if she said the dream hadn't turned her on. She doesn't think she has ever felt so aroused in such a long time. Leaning back, Brittany dips her fingers into the waistband of her pajama pants, her fingers ghosting downwards. No. She stops, and pulls her hand out of her pants. She can't do this. Not to thoughts of Santana. No, she needs to think about something else. Suddenly, Brittany stands up and grabs her pillow. She heads upstairs, hesitating in the hallway when she hears Santana moving around in her bedroom. Brittany, against her better judgement, lightly raps her knuckles against the teenager's bedroom door.

"Yeah?" Brittany blows a puff of air out through her mouth as she opens the door. Santana is sitting on the edge of her bed, dressed only in a pair of women's boxers and a tank top. "It's late," Brittany states, "you should try and get some sleep."

"Noted," Santana responds dryly. Brittany bites down on her bottom lip, hating herself for how sad Santana looks.

"Okay, well...goodnight," Brittany murmurs.

"Night." Realizing that the curt reply is all she's going to get, Brittany sighs softly and pulls Santana's door closed, wishing things didn't have to be so shit between them. Brittany checks on Rachel, finding the girl sprawled out and fast asleep, before heading to her own bedroom. She stands in the doorway and gazes at her wife, guilt eating away at her as she takes in her peaceful expression. Pulling her pajama pants and sweatshirt off, she closes the door and dumps her clothes in the hamper. Brittany crawls onto the bed and straddles Quinn's waist, laying gentle kisses along her wife's jawline. "Quinn, wake up," she quietly sing songs. "C'mon, baby." Quinn stirs and lets out a soft moan, her hazel eyes slowly flickering open.

"Britt? What are you doing?" Quinn's voice is scratchy and thick with sleep.

"I'm so sorry about how I acted earlier," Brittany murmurs. "I know I disappointed you, but I want to make it up to you. I was just so worried about Santana," she explains, her gut twisting with guilt as she, once again, twists the truth. "I hate the thought of her getting hurt and, after catching her with Mack, I'm scared that she's moving too fast." Quinn smiles adoringly up at her wife and places her hands on Brittany's hips.

"I love that you're so protective of her and Rachel," Quinn whispers. "I'm still upset with you, but I understand why you were so weird with Mack."

"You do?" Brittany knows for a fact that Quinn does not understand. Not even a little bit.

"Of course, you're an amazing mom, Brittany. Moms worry about their kids." Brittany's insides twist at her wife's words, she's everything but an amazing mom. At least to Santana, anway. "C'mere," Quinn smirks, pulling Brittany closer and placing a searing kiss on her lips. Quinn's fingers tug at Brittany's panties, her hazel eyes clouding over with lust when she feels how wet Brittany is, assuming that she did that. The kiss becomes frantic as they tug at each other's clothes, both women desperate to remove each item. Their soft skin together. Quinn looks so beautiful and sexy beneath Brittany, it's just a pity that Quinn isn't the person Brittany is thinking about.

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Santana's throat feels tight, and tears sting the corners of her eyes as she leans against her bedroom door. Brittany had been dreaming about her, and only her, she's sure of it, and now Brittany is with Quinn and they're having...Santana can't even finish the thought as her stomach lurches. She rushes over to the waste basket in the corner of her bedroom and empties her stomach into it. She can hear everything that's going on in the next room, and it makes her heart ache. It's just yet another giant reminder that Brittany is married to Quinn, and Santana can't have her. No matter how much she tries to get over that, she can't. Santana forces herself up from her knees and grabs the glass of water that sits on her bedside table. Gulping down the whole glass, and using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, she puts the glass down and crosses her bedroom. She pulls on a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants before opening her bedroom door as quietly as she can.

"Britt..." Santana's face contorts when she hears Quinn's breathy moan, and she chokes back a sob. She can't be here. She can't hear this. No, she has to get out of here. Santana walks as quietly, and quickly, as she can downstairs and looks around for the keys to the back door. She finds them pretty quickly and unlocks the door, slipping out as soon as it's open. Santana sneaks around to the side of the house and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of her sweatpants, feeling herself relax ever so slightly as she inhales deeply.

"Shit," she sighs. Her life is so fucked up. What other teenager is in love with their adoptive mother? She grabs her cell phone out of her pocket and frantically types out a message to Mack,

Are you awake? Can you come get me? - S. Santana impatiently waits for a response, praying that Mack is awake. At least Mack isn't scared to touch her. At least Mack won't lie to her. At least Mack is single. At least Mack isn't fucking someone else right now. She's halfway through her second cigarette when her cell phone vibrates.

Yeah, I'm awake. Are you okay? - Mack. Santana laughs dryly. Is she okay? No. She's far from fucking okay, but it's not like she can tell Mack what's bothering her. She can't tell anyone this.

I just need to get out of here. Can we hang out? I can't stop thinking about you - S. Chewing her bottom lip, Santana ignores the guilt that gnaws at her insides. She's lying. She's lying to Mack...just like Brittany lied to her. Santana hates what she has become, and she blames Brittany. No, that's not fair. This is just as much her fault as it is Brittany's.

Be there in 10 - Mack. Santana knows this isn't healthy. She also knows it isn't fair to Mack, treating her like a fuck buddy to help her ignore her feelings for Brittany. Especially since Mack has genuine feelings for her. She feels like she is turning into a horrible person, and she hates herself more and more with each passing moment. Yet, she can't bring herself to stop this from happening. Santana quietly walks around to the front of the house and down to the front of the drive, spotting Mack's car just as the other teenager pulls up next to the sidewalk.

"Thanks," Santana mutters as she climbs into the car, awkwardly leaning across to peck Mack's cheek.

"No problem," Mack murmurs. They don't speak again for a few moments, not until they are out of Santana's street. "So...you wanna talk about it? Something is definitely bothering you," Mack states softly, and Santana realizes that Mack sounds tired. After looking her up and down, Santana knows that Mack had been asleep.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," Santana mumbles, it's just something else that she can feel guilty about.

"You can wake me up anytime you like," Mack smiles genuinely. "My..uh..my parents are home so we can't really go to my place," she adds regretfully. Santana shrugs lightly and points to the left hand side, signalling that she wants Mack to turn down that street.

"The park is quiet..." Santana grunts, "there's a lot of trees." If Mack doesn't like the non romantic idea of parking amongst trees to do it, she doesn't show it. Santana wonders if Mack even realises that she's being used and, as guilty as she feels, it doesn't stop her from going through with it. Why should she be alone if Brittany isn't?

Yeah, short. Sorry, guys. Updates will be longer once RL stops being so hectic. A lot will be going down next chapter. Brittana's secret might not be so secret after all...

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