"Hey Mama." Santana calls out to her mother shutting the door to the truck behind her and making her way up the walk way to meet the woman half way.
"Mija, I've missed you. Have you lost weight?" Mrs. Lopez greets and then accuses pulling away from the embrace holding her daughter at arm's length to give her a once over.
"No Ma, I'm the same as the last time you saw me." Santana rolls her eyes and huffs. Her mother stares at her skeptically before pulling her back into her roughly once again and planting motherly kisses on her cheeks and forehead.
"Enough already." The smaller Latina fights to move away from the woman, twisting and turning her head to avoid more pecks. "I'm only allotting you a certain amount and I'm gonna be here for four days." She finally gets herself out of Mrs. Lopez's grip wiping her cheeks quickly.
"Oh shush." The older Lopez waves her daughter away moving her eyes to a blonde making her way towards them. "Oh honey, how have you been?" She all but shoves Santana out of the way and engulfs Quinn in one of her hulk like hugs doing just the same as she had done to Santana minutes ago.
"Doing good." Quinn responds wrapping her arms around Santana's mother tightly gladly welcoming the affection being offered.
"Ugh, you girls are getting too skinny." Mrs. Lopez complains grabbing at Quinn's hip bones. The blonde chuckles lifting her sunglasses finally to rest on top of her head and smiling at her best friend's mother. "Oh sweetie, I forgot to tell you yesterday on the phone." Mrs. Lopez reaches for her hand giving it a light squeeze and Quinn looks to her intrigued. "We finally got your room all set up."
"Mama, seriously there's no need for that." Quinn blushes and shakes her head breaking eye contact from Mrs. Lopez, meanwhile somewhere in the background Brittany's eyebrow quirks up but she says nothing.
"Of course there's a need." She quickly tells the young woman before her and turns her attention back to Santana before Quinn can protest further. "So…" The elder Latina raises her eyebrows and tilts her head expectantly at her daughter. Santana smirks and looks over her shoulder to see Brittany standing a few feet behind them with her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket. Santana waves her to come join them in the middle of the walk way.
"Mama, this is Brittany." Santana reaches out to grab her hand pulling Brittany up besides her setting her between herself and Quinn and in front of her mother.
"Hello." Brittany waves with her free hand and then reaches forward for a handshake and offers a kind smile. "It's really nice to finally meet you Mrs. Lopez." Santana's mother smiles back and glances from the hand extended to her and then over at her daughter quickly before ignoring her completely and stepping to pull Brittany into her clutches as she had done the other two girls. "Hmph." Brittany grunts at the unexpected hug, but after a few seconds she reacts and wraps her arms around the older woman.
"Anyone who can make my baby girl smile the way she smiles and gushes over the phone the way you do gets a Lopez hug." Mrs. Lopez says to the girl but loud enough for even the neighbors to hear. Quinn stifles a laugh while Santana rolls her eyes and blushes embarrassed that this is her mother. "Thank you so much for coming to visit with my babies." When she pulls away, she looks Brittany up and down.
"Thank you for having me." Brittany answers genuinely.
"You need to eat. I'll make you a sandwich." Mrs. Lopez nods, smile still in place and she turns to make her way back up the porch and disappears into the house.
Quinn and Santana turn to Brittany who is standing there with a dazed smile on her face and her eyes slightly wide. The best friends giggle and Quinn pokes Brittany's arm only to laugh harder when she doesn't respond.
"She's just been Mama Lopez'd." Quinn blurts out leaning around the blonde and shoving her friend before running up the steps to the house where Mrs. Lopez had gone.
"So..." Santana draws out turning to face Brittany who is still staring at the front door and she starts nodding.
"I think I'm gonna like it here." She tells her girlfriend, finally breaking her staring contest with the glass door and looking at the smaller girl. "Come on let's get our bags." Brittany says and grabs Santana's hand and leads her to the truck.
"I am not carrying Quinn's crap." Santana declares waving her free hand around for emphasis. Brittany chuckles and presses the button to open the back of the truck where their bags are stored.
"Don't worry babe, I'll get it." Brittany nudges their shoulders together as they start to unload their bags.
"I think that's the last of it." Brittany sighs as she places one of Quinn's very over packed bags to the side of the front door. Santana walks in after her with one of Brittany's much smaller bags and closes the front door behind her.
"I can't believe how much shit Q brought." Santana huffs putting the bag on the floor with Brittany's other piece of luggage.
"Mija, language." Mrs. Lopez calls from the kitchen and Brittany smirks turning to look at her girlfriend who scrunches her eyebrows. Her attention is caught when she hears footsteps coming her way and she spots Mrs. Lopez in front of her with a plate. "Here honey." She pushes the plate that had a perfectly made sandwich and some potato chips on the side at the blonde girl.
"Oh, Mrs. Lopez you really didn't have to." Brittany bashfully says but takes the plate from the older woman.
"You are a guest in this house and you are way too skinny. Eat up." She pokes the blonde's side before turning around. Brittany looks from the plate to her girlfriend who is looking bewildered at her mother. "And you three missed dinner and I doubt they served you anything edible on the airplane." Mrs. Lopez rolls her eyes at the idea of air travel not providing growing girls with proper nutrition. Before correcting the older woman on the facts of their airplane ride Santana jumps in stepping towards her mother's fleeting form.
"Umm, where's my sandwich?" She asks placing her hands on her hips.
"You know where the cold cuts are." Mrs. Lopez brushes her off and goes further into the kitchen and her daughters mouth drops at this. She is about to say something else when Brittany grabs her by the arm and pulls her.
"Come on, this is a monster of a sandwich."
"Yeah I know." Santana agrees with jealousy and the blonde giggles.
"We can share it." She rolls her eyes and then stutter steps realizing she has no idea where she is supposed to take this enormous sandwich.
Santana leads Brittany through the tiny maze that is her house and then down a step into the den where the girls find Quinn relaxing in the recliner with a soda and the remote in her hands. Santana motions for her girlfriend to take a seat and then she leaves only to return within seconds with a fold out tray and sets it up in front of the blonde. She takes the plate from Brittany and places it on the tray and then leaves the room once more to return with two cans of soda.
The couple get situated, food, sodas and each other. Brittany motions for Santana to pick a half but the Latina insists she chooses first her eyes flickering from the sandwich to the television screen with slight horror on her face.
"Absolutely not." Santana practically shouts causing Brittany to jump slightly and Quinn merely glances over her shoulder from her spot on the recliner.
"What? You love this show." Quinn throws her a look. Santana shakes her head and fake laughs.
"No, you love this show. I have to suffer every time you want to watch it which is every time we come home." Santana protests taking a big bite of her half of the sandwich.
"I like this show." Brittany says quietly getting a disapproving look from the girl beside her and a giant winning smile from Quinn.
"This show blows." Santana deadpans staring at her girlfriend completely unamused.
"This show is awesome." Quinn grins proudly.
"Didn't it get cancelled before we were in high school, before we were even in middle school?" Santana asks trying to make a point at the 'cancelled' part of her statement. Quinn shoots her the evil eye and flips her off quickly, not wanting to get caught by Mama Lopez.
"Why do you hate 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' so much?" Brittany inquires with confusion, covering her mouth as she chews.
"What's not to hate?" Santana poorly defends taking a quick sip of her soda. "It's completely unrealistic."
"That's half the point." Quinn shakes her head, her friend's explanation doing nothing for her case. "But its fantasy that has underlying story telling of truth. I learned a lot watching Buffy." Quinn nods with conviction.
"Like… how to slay a vampire properly?" Santana mocks and gets a quick playful jab in the side from her girlfriend.
"Have you ever seen the musical episode?" Brittany asks with wide eyes and slight excitement and Quinn squeals and claps.
"Case and point." Santana shakes her head and takes another big bite of her sandwich.
"Sup putas." A guy's voice comes echoing into the den and is soon followed by feet meeting the floor with a bang.
"Language Angelo." Mrs. Lopez calls out from the other room.
"Hey Ang." Quinn mumbles from the top of her soda can not taking her eyes away from the screen.
"Q." He grins and steps down into the room with a wink before turning to his sister and then his eyes immediately fall onto the blonde girl sitting next to her. "Hola mami." He says smoothly and quirks an eyebrow and tops it off with a grin. Brittany can't help but cover her mouth to prevent soda from coming out as she laughs.
"Angelo, you are such a tool." Santana sighs rolling her eyes at her brother.
"I'm Angelo, Santana's very good looking and super single younger brother." He introduces himself and extends his hand for Brittany's, who is hesitant but she allows the form of greeting to take place. He flips their hands so the back of hers is facing up and he leans down to place a kiss on it. "And you are?"
"This is Brittany." Santana chimes in before any other words can be spoken. "Very much my girlfriend." She reaches for his hand, still holding the blonde's, and removes it with disgust.
"Oh snap." Angelo blurts out slamming his foot down and bringing his fist to his wide open mouth in surprise. "Damn mami, que son tan finas." He says into his fist and bites his knuckle as though trying to keep other thoughts from escaping. Brittany smirks and looks from the empty plate and then to Santana out of the corner of her eye. "Usted no me dijo como sexy mujer." Angelo looks to Santana.
"Dejar de ser a dick." Santana tries not to shout the last part and luckily she gets away with it because she doesn't hear her mother scolding her from the kitchen.
"Dejar de ser tan mojigata hermana mayor." He replies glaring at her. There is a groan from the other side of the room.
"Would you stop speaking in Spanish, it's making me want Taco Bell." Quinn spits out making the Lopez siblings laugh.
"Wow Fabray with the inappropriate, God I miss you ladies. Filling this house with sarcasm, caddy fights and most importantly hot lesbian ass." He whispers the last part and then runs out of the room before his sister can even move a muscle.
"Mama." Santana yells out and chases him. Their running footsteps can be heard coming to a halt and then a crashing sound followed by Mrs. Lopez shouting in Spanish.
"Wow." Brittany breathes out leaning back into the couch.
"Please, you seriously haven't seen anything yet." Quinn shakes her head glancing at the door way ready for a limping Santana to come back to them.
"Are they always like that?" Brittany asks taking a sip of her soda.
"Worse." Quinn turns her attention back to the television. "And just so you know, Ang is totally going to continue to hit on you."
"But he knows I'm gay." Brittany tilts her head in confusion and then her eyebrows furrow. "And with Santana, his sister."
"Oh yeah, that's why he's going to keep doing it." Quinn smirks at the blonde. "He loves pissing that girl off. Just wait till you meet Matty." She shakes her head turning her gaze back to the television.
Santana still hasn't returned from her mad dash to chase her brother and probably teach him a lesson. So Quinn and Brittany have been given the time to get into an episode of Buffy without comment from the peanut gallery, a.k.a. Santana. Brittany and Quinn are cheering on a smack down about to happen when Mrs. Lopez slides up next to Brittany on the couch.
"So, how about I show you where you're staying and I get to interrogate you." Mrs. Lopez asks nudging her shoulder into the blondes. Brittany is put at ease when she nervously glances up and notices the smirk the older woman is trying desperately to hide behind a mock serious face. "Come on, I'll only steal you away for a few minutes. Quinn won't even notice you're gone." She explains nodding her head towards the blonde in the recliner.
"Huh?" Quinn mumbles never taking her eyes off of the fight scene breaking out on screen.
"See." The Latina chuckles and grabs Brittany by the hand and leads her out of the den.
In the background of the seemingly quite and calm house, there is a loud bang of noise coming from a room from the other side of the house and a bunch of shouting. Brittany laughs along with Santana's mother who tells her siblings will always bicker and fight no matter how old.
"Santana tells me that you two met at a club?" She asks in a way that let's Brittany know that that is what Santana told her mother, but that the woman did not approve of the story. However, the blonde nods and grins in response.
"I'm sure she left out a few sorted details, but yes, we initially met at this club in the city." Brittany answers, her hand still in the older woman's, letting herself be led throughout the house at a seemingly slow pace. But she figures it's to ensure that Mrs. Lopez gets all the details she can before her daughter finds them and puts an end to their one on one. "I was there dancing."
"Ah," Mrs. Lopez smiles at a memory she was bringing back. "I remember when I used to go dancing with my friends." Her eyes sparkle and Brittany sees where Santana gets her sparkle from.
"Actually, I wasn't with friends. I mean, I love going out with friends to dance but, a lot of times I just like to go out and dance." Brittany explains as they reach the bottom of the staircase. Mrs. Lopez stops them there and turns to the skinny blonde and smiles warmly at her, wanting to hear more. "You know, just dance everything out and dance everything in." She trails off realizing it's the dancer and dreamer in her that makes her say things like this about dancing. Brittany shrugs her shoulders and her eyes flitter from the woman in front of her to the wall and then back to Santana's mother, who is smiling in an understanding way back at the young girl.
"I used to dance." She says quietly and Brittany can see that she gets it. "So you went out dancing and met my Santana. She told me that was back in September, but you only started to date recently?" Her voice pitches at the end not understanding why the wait.
"It's kind of a silly story really, we met that night and then we bumped into each other again during Christmas and then at other random places." Brittany shares with her, looking off to the side at the not so distant memories of meeting Santana. "Until she finally asked me out." She exaggerates and gets a giggle from Mrs. Lopez and an eye roll as though saying, 'that's Santana for you'.
"You're parents don't mind you spending your break with us?" Mrs. Lopez asks the blonde as she leads her up the stairs.
"No, well, at first they were kind of upset about it only because they wanted me to come with them to this thing in London." Brittany tells her, looking at the wall at all of the pictures of the young Lopez kids, grinning when she spots little Santana. "But I had told them that I really wanted to meet Santana's family so they were okay with that." She shrugs her shoulders because it really was as simple as she explained.
"They like my Santana?" The older woman wonders finally reaching the top of the stairs, looking over her shoulder to make sure the blonde isn't too far behind.
"San hasn't met my parents yet." Brittany admits softly.
"I see." Mrs. Lopez sighs and nods her head. She stops in the hallway real quick once Brittany is behind her again and away from the staircase. "Santana gets scared of parents." She rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders. "I don't get it. She's brilliant, beautiful, I mean… she's a Lopez, what's not to like?"
"This is what I'm sayin." Brittany grins nodding her head in agreement.
"I knew I was going to like you." The Latina squeezes the younger girl's hand briefly and then continues to lead her to the end of the hallway. "Okay here we are." She announces as they enter a small room at the end of the hall. There's a computer desk with a desktop and a swivel chair and a couch. "It's not much, but I assure you it is very comfortable." Mrs. Lopez explains pointing to the couch. "It's a pull out so don't worry, your long legs won't get squished." She laughs poking at Brittany's thighs.
"What are guys doing in here?" Santana's voice comes from the doorway.
"Oh, your mother was just showing me where I was sleeping." Brittany tells her with a sweet smile.
"Whoa, how come she can't sleep in my room… with me?" Santana scrunches her nose clearly not liking this arrangement her mother has made without her consent.
"Mija," Mrs. Lopez rubs her forehead. "I'm sure back in New York you two have your little sleepovers and have… well you know…" She waves her hands in the air to explain without words. "Look, I know you're having sex," Brittany immediately looks away from Santana's mother and to the floor, her cheeks seriously burning like they are on fire at the moment. Santana's jaw, on the floor. "I just don't-"
"We haven't. We're not." Brittany interrupts and she can feel both sets of eyes on her. She opts for the ones she knows better to look up at. Santana's eyes are wide, embarrassed and mortified and a slight reading of 'seriously?' written in them.
"Britt." Santana says through gritted teeth.
"What? We're not." Brittany repeats in an obvious tone.
"Oh, well then…" Mrs. Lopez claps her hands as though trying to rid the room of the uncomfortable atmosphere.
"Mrs. Lopez it's not a problem, I will sleep in here for the time we are visiting." The blonde agrees with the arrangements.
"Brittany." Santana speaks up again a little louder and clearly against this whole plan. "This is ridiculous." She stomps her foot and crosses her arms over her chest. "Even if we were… you know…"
"Having sex." Her mother finishes her sentence and she cringes at the word 'sex' coming out of her mother's mouth making Brittany laugh.
"Yes." Santana says again through tight lips. "We wouldn't be doing it with you across the hall." She defends shuddering at the thought of her parents being across the hall while she was getting her mack on with her hot girlfriend. "That's creepy on so many levels." Her mother looks as though she is contemplating her actions. "Obviously we'd wait till you left for work, or the store or for a walk." She continues and Brittany pokes her getting flushed with embarrassment some more, completely wishing she were down stairs watching Buffy with Quinn right now.
"Okay Santana, I get your point." Mrs. Lopez finally puts an end to her daughter's rant and more importantly her tiny tantrum. She turns to look back at Brittany and then flickers her eyes to Santana. "I am going to put trust into you girls. No getting your mack on while I'm home." She says pointing her finger to each girl, Santana quirks an eyebrow.
"Our mack?" She practically chokes out.
"Brittany," Mrs. Lopez turns with a smile to the blonde one last time as she steps towards the door. "I hope we can continue our chat later." Brittany nods politely and the older Lopez waves to the girls before leaving them.
"Wait what?" Santana shakes her head confused.
"You're kind of a brat." Brittany giggles out letting herself fall back on to the couch.
"I get what I wants." Santana says in her touch Lima Heights type of attitude, Brittany shakes her head with amusement.
"So when do I get to meet your dad?" Brittany asks resting her head on Santana's shoulder and hooking her arm through the smaller girls as well.
"Mi Madre said that he is working late tonight, but he will be here for breakfast tomorrow." Santana explains, letting her fingers trace gently up and down Brittany's arm. "And I'm sure my brother Sal will stop by with his wife because she is like a rag mag obsessive compulsive so she probably thinks you two are friends in real life." She chuckles at the thought of her sister in law being all buddy buddy with someone famous just because of the facts she thinks she acquires in those stupid magazines. "Robbie will show up sometime while we are here, he always does. And Angelo, well, he never goes away."
"Did you tell him that I can speak Spanish?" Brittany giggles reaching her hand over to grab Santana's and plays lazily with her fingers.
"Nope, it's a lot more fun for me to watch him make an ass in front of himself." The smaller girl explains, turning her hand palm up and watch as her girlfriend tickles it softly.
"Ok girl's, I'm off to bed." Mrs. Lopez comes in to the den, stepping down the one step and moving to her daughter to kiss her forehead. "Goodnight mija." She turns to Brittany and does the same thing, kind of catching the girl off guard. "Goodnight Brittany." Then she walks over to the recliner that Quinn has been sitting on for the past three hours, remote still in hand.
"Goodnight Mama." Quinn mumbles, her eyelids slipping down out of her control.
"Goodnight sweetie. Get up to bed soon." She whispers the sleepy blonde, rubbing her shoulder quickly before leaving the room.
"One night down, four more to go." Santana sights once she is certain her mother is not within hearing distance.
"A count down? Really San?" Brittany slaps her arm playfully as she moves to Quinn to slip the remote from her hand. "Your mother is all kinds of cool." She lets out taking her spot beside the Latina once again.
"I know, my mom is the shit but it's not her that I'm worried about. It's the rest of my crazy family." Santana sighs letting her head rest against Brittany's. "They kind of have no limits, or filters for that matter."
"Oh and you do?" Came a half comatose voice from the recliner.
"Oh it's alive." Santana scowls back at her blonde friend.
"Shut up skank, I'm going to bed." She pushes herself up from the recliner and moves to the doorway. "You ladies have a fun." And with that Quinn leaves the couple alone in the den, with Buffy still playing in the background.
About an hour or so later Santana and Brittany decide to head off to bed as well. There wasn't really anything else that they could do what with being at the Lopez house. They couldn't freely open a bottle of wine and relax as they normally would, seeing as neither one were of age and Brittany is not about to make a bad impression. The blonde also only felt a certain amount of being comfortable making out on the couch in the den not wanting to be caught by Santana's mother and have her not trust her to be behind closed doors with her daughter.
Santana closes the door behind them and places the last of Brittany's luggage by her closet. She grins to herself as she watches the blonde walking slowly around her room looking carefully at all of the pictures and books and other various childhood Santana paraphernalia.
"Babe you wanna borrow some pajamas?" Santana interrupts her girlfriend's thoughts and musings and Brittany looks over her shoulder with a thoughtful smile.
"I packed some." Brittany shakes her head and motions to her smaller bag.
"I'm sure you did. But there's something about seeing you in my sweats, boxers, sweatshirts, t-shirts and… well…" Santana blushes but maintains eye contact. Brittany quirks an eyebrow and smirks back at her girlfriend, finally turning around to face her.
"Hmm, is that so?" She crosses her arms and walks over to where Santana is standing and closes her eyes when she feels Santana's hands reach up to caress her arms.
Brittany lets her arms fall from her chest and reach up to wrap them around Santana's neck, letting the smaller girl grab her by the waist and they step to each other. She opens her eyes and finds the Latina grinning from ear to ear and can feel her hands on the small of her back.
"You're amazing you know that?" Santana says almost quietly, Brittany looks away bashfully and shakes her head. "No, seriously. I mean, we've only been dating for like, barely two months and yet here you are, in Lima to meet my family." She says in disbelief, Brittany finally brings her eyes back up and shrugs her shoulders. "Come on," Santana lowers her hand and playfully slaps the blonde's ass getting a muffled squeal out of her. "Let's get ready for bed." She leans up and quickly pecks Brittany on the lips before turning herself to her bag and retrieving clothes for Brittany to wear.
"Just so you know," Brittany gets her attention twirling the small boxers Santana gave her to wear and smirks at her as she heads to her en suite bathroom. "I'm totally going to be going commando in these." She winks and closes the door to the bathroom leaving Santana wide eyed and jaw dropped.
This was going to be a very interesting four days.
whew, okay. i know there was not much of the fam in here it was really to get them settled into casa de Lopez. i know it's like i'm drawing everything out, but i want to create the atmosphere for you all and give you the feel of what i see. so i hope you liked this part of Chapter 13:)
as for Angelo and is suave lady gettin skills, or lack there of... i'll let you know what he was sayin though i'm sure it was fairly obvious.
que son tan finas = you are so fine
usted no mi dijo como sexy mujer = you never said how sexy she was
*Santana- dejar de ser a dick = stop being a dick
dejar de ser tan mojigata hermana mayor = stop being such a prude big sis
i do not speak spanish, so if i messed anything up let me know, i seriously hope i did not massacre the langauge :/
anyway, review away and tell me how you feel. if you don't like something let me know if you love stuff TOTaLLy let me know;)