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Brittany POV

Friday 6am

Ive been working the graveyard shift at the dinner all week and it's the most exhausting thing ever, not because it's crazy busy in the diner, it's actually the opposite, and usually dead aside from a few stragglers that come in. Santana has come to visit me and stay for a few hours when she doesn't have to work at the bar, but she would end up falling sleep in a booth around 2am, so I would pour her a cup of coffee and send her home so she can get some rest. She came last night after she worked at the bar, and I sent her home right away when she came through the door and flopped down in a booth, she looked like a train hit her. She had a migraine, which she had been complaining about before she even went to work, but she didn't want to call in on Puck, so she went in. I saw her tired red eyes when I finished waiting on a table and sat down in the booth next to her for a few minutes. I knew she was really in pain when she instantly laid her head on my shoulder and exhaled slowly. I called her a cab, not wanting to her drive and told her to go straight to bed.

I walk in the penthouse after a long boring shift and see she's still asleep since it's so quiet, well aside from Chef playing with a toy; he must have heard the door close because he comes barreling towards me with his ball in his mouth and jumps on my leg. I yawn as I pick him up and rub his head and make my way to the bedroom, where Santana is still fast asleep in the middle of the bed. She looks so cute, she's sprawled in the middle of the bed on her back, wearing only a little t shirt. I set Chef down and lean down to kiss her on the temple as I pull the cover over here before I take a long hot shower and slide in bed next her.

"Brit?" I hear her ask softly in a raspy voice when I wrap my arm around her waist as I snuggle close behind her and exhale in contentment on the back of her neck, ready to fall asleep.

"It's me, cupcake, how are you feeling?" I ask her while kissing the back of her neck a few times softly.

She shrugs. "Ok, my head still hurts a little."

I frown a little since I assumed her migraine would be gone by now, since I know she's been sleep for a few hours. "Did you take any pills?" I ask her while slipping my hand under shirt to rub her stomach slowly.

"Yeah I did." She replies in a raspy voice. "It'll wear off."

"Ok, well try to go back to sleep." I whisper.

"How was work?" She asks me while turning In my arms to face me and opens her eyes.

"It was ok." I smile at her. She returns the smile and leans forward to kiss me, I melt into her arms and deepen the kiss slowly, shuddering when I feel her tongue slip into my mouth. I still get the same tingly feeling all over my body when I kiss her, I hope and pray that it never goes away. I start to slowly roll on her and moan softly when her hands start to roam my back. I break the kiss and pepper soft kisses on her face.

"Good." She whispers before closing her eyes again.

"Go back to sleep, Sanny." I tell her as I roll off of her and cuddle back behind her, spooning, and hugging her tightly.

I wake up when the scent of fresh baked oatmeal cookies comes wafting in the bedroom. I open my eyes and smile when I hear Santana faintly singing from the kitchen. I glance at the clock and see it's 2pm and stretch while I sit up. Santana is so respectful of my sleep, so the curtains are still pulled closed in the bedroom, but the door is cracked slightly, letting in a sliver of light. I get out of bed and head to the kitchen, where I assume she is.

I walk in and see Santana dancing with Chef, who is basically just chasing her feet, while she sings into one of her rolling pins. She looks so cute, she has on a pair of leggins, with a bright pink Aunty Snixx tshirt on, her hair is in a messy bun on the top of her head, she has flour marks on her forehead, and stops singing every so often to point at Chef, signaling him it's his turn to sing, to which he would bark, they are so cute together.

I lean against the wall and watch her finish dancing and singing. "Good job Chef!" She smiles as a new song starts. "Ready to go again?" She asks him as Whitney Houston's, Dance With Somebody, comes on the radio. She points to Chef, who jumps up in amusement as she starts to sing.

Clock strikes upon the hour
And the sun begins to fade
Still enough time to figure out
How to chase my blues away
I've done alright up 'til now
It's the light of day that shows me how
And when the night falls
Loneliness calls

She spins and does some dorky move with her hands, like a running motion, which is so cute that I wish I was recording it. I laugh as she dances around, with Chef right on her heels once again.

Oh! I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Yeah! I wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me

She stops dancing momentarily and runs to one of the ovens and pulls out a tray of cookies setting them on the counter. I use this opportunity to tip toe behind her and press my body close to her while hugging her from behind and singing in her ear as I start to dance slowly on her.

I've been in love and lost my senses
Spinning through the town
Sooner or later the fever ends
And I wind up feeling down
I need a man who'll take a chance
On a love that burns hot enough to last
So when the night falls
My lonely heart calls

She laughs and turns around in my arms to face me, we finish out the song dancing while starring into each other's eyes. Once the song ends, she kisses me softly on the lips and grabs a cookie and sticks it in my mouth. "Did I wake you up?" She asks with a smile.

I shake my head and swallow the bite size cookie as I pull her close and hug her tightly. "No, the awesome smell of cookies did, but it's ok. I've been sleep long enough." I tell her before reaching around her and grabbing another cookie. "Are these for an order?"

She shakes her head. "Nope, these are for you." She smiles. "I do have to bake later for a few orders though, do you want to help? Or are you busy?"

"I would love to help you." I tell her as I go to the fridge and pour a glass of milk. "Feeling better?" I ask her as I grab the plate of oatmeal cookies and go to the living room and sit on the couch.

Santana follows behind me and sits down next to me. "Yeah I am. Do you work today?" She asks while picking up the TV remote and turning the TV on.

"No, thankfully I'm off." I tell her. "Aside from baking, do we have plans today? I just want to relax all day and maybe write a little."

"Relaxing sounds awesome, Mercedes called, she said she may come up later." Santana tells me.

"That's good." I reply while eating another cookie. "You should sell bite size cookie boxes." I suggest while looking at her.

Santana looks over at me. "What?"

"It can be like a combo box." I shrug. "However many flavors people want, up to like 4, in a box."

"Like a sampler?" She asks while raising her eyebrow.

"Exactly." I tell her. "That way people can try out flavors too."

"So let's say max a 48 pack?" She states while taking a sip of my milk. "Do we have boxes for that?"

I think of the different boxes we have for her packaging and nod. "Yeah, we can put it on the website later, I bet you get tons of orders for parties and stuff."

"You are so smart, honeybee." Santana says happily while kissing me on the cheek and resting her head on my shoulder.

I set the plate down and pull Santana to sit across my lap and hug her tightly while resting my head in the crook of her neck and rub her thighs while we watch TV. My thoughts almost immediately go to my books. Santana and I agreed on June 1st as the day the food truck goes live and the day I start selling my books. I kept stalling on putting the books together, but last week one night at 3am, after I couldn't sleep, I woke up Santana and asked her to put the books together with me. After she stared at me like I was crazy for almost 10 minutes, her face softened into a big smile and she tackled me with kisses before jumping out of bed. She insisted I make us hot chocolate to sip on, and we got to work.

We now have 300 books printed and put together, neatly stacked in the office. I convinced her to put a Aunty Snixx business card in each book. We argued for almost an hour, with her not wanting to mix our business so much. I assured her it was okay, and that we were a team, a partnership; we agreed to help each other out to become successful with our dreams. Since we planned on selling my books out of her food truck, I figured it was fair.

My day dream ends when I feel Santana get off of me and grab her cell phone to take a new order for what sounds like cupcakes. I can't believe how crazy busy her business is daily, well I can since everything she makes is amazing. She's been floating on a cloud with all of her success lately, I love it. Mathias and Lio are officially moving to New York June 15th, so I got them a place in Quinn's building, Mathias tried to sweet talk me into building a penthouse for them, but after Santana snapped at him, that idea went out the window. I love seeing her with her cousins, they are all so close and cute, they bring out a different side of her than she shows with her friends, you can see a different type of happiness radiating off of her.

Her parents came the weekend after the house warming party, and were such a joy to have around the house. Her dad went into handyman mode, and started to fix little tings around the penthouse I didn't even know needed repair, and her mom filled our freezer and our stomachs with that amazing Mexican food we had in Lima. Watching Santana and her parents made me long for some interaction with my parents. I talk to my mom often, but I have a strained relationship with my dad, for a number of reasons.

The number one reason being he's resented me since my grandpa left Pierce Property Management to me, the number two reason being he's not accepting of my being a lesbian, well being bi-sexual. I've always longed for a close relationship with my dad, you know, to be a daddy's girl, but we've had a disconnect since the day, no the minute he saw me looking at a Playboy magazine in the basement of our house, they were his, so he shouldn't have a problem with it. My mom says it's his army training with the whole dont ask, dont tell that makes me so close minded, but I think it's a load of bull.

Santana doesn't know but I haven't talked to my dad in years, when I call home I talk to my mom, and have a few words with my younger brothers, but he refuses to get on the phone. He sends back all the birthday and Christmas gifts I send him as well. My cousin asks me constantly why I bother, but he's my dad. I can't and won't shut him out of my life. I refuse to.

"Brit." Santana smiles while sitting back on my lap and straddling me.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and smile at her while locking my hands behind waist. "Yes." I smile at her while kissing her on the nose.

"How do cotton candy cupcakes sound?" She asks with a smile.

"Amazing." I reply.

"Cool, someone wanted a fun flavor, and I think I can pull it off, taste test for me later?" She asks.

"Of course." I nod.

She leans back and stares at me. "What's wrong?" She asks while narrowing her eyes at me. "You look like you're about to cry." She adds softly while cupping my face and stroking my cheeks with her thumbs.

"I'm ok." I smile at her. "I'm ok, I just want a hug."

Santana frowns slightly but hugs me tightly and kisses me on the neck. "Are you sure you're okay, baby?"

"I'm sure." I nod and reply. "Why don't we go for a walk, do you have time before we start baking?"

"Yeah, you have to put pants on though." She smiles while rubbing my thighs. I look down and remember I did just walk in here after getting out of bed, so I only have on a t-shirt.

"Yeah I guess I do." I laugh. "But how about we take advantage of me not having on pants right now." I smirk while flipping us over and hovering over her planting soft kisses her lips.

3am

Santana and I baked all evening, before laying on the couch and listening to music the remainder of the night. Just like I pick up on San's moods, she picks up on mine as well. I think she could tell I was a little down tonight because usually we watch movies or play a game, or even go to dinner when we are both off of work on Friday nights, but she suggested we just lay in each other's arms and listen to music. I, of course, immediately agreed and held her tightly while she laid flush on me as jazz music filled the penthouse; yet another hint she picked up on my mood, since she put on jazz music, something she doesn't do willingly.

We then took a hot bubble bath together before getting in bed around midnight. Santana fell asleep almost instantly, but I've been laying awake since then. I kiss her softly to get her to loosen her hold from around my waist, when she did, I slid from underneath her in bed and grab my cell phone. I go up to the roof and sit on one of the couches. I pull out my phone and browse through Facebook looking at my friend's statuses and pictures. I notice my mom posted a ton of family pictures; it looks like my parents took my brothers to the circus. I scroll through and look at the pictures slowly with a smile, until more pictures of my dad pop up and my smile falters, and tears start to stream out. I sniff slightly and finally drop my phone when I begin to sob as I cover my face with my hands.

"Brit?" I hear Santana call out. "Brit? Are you out here?" She asks a little louder.

I sniff and try to stop the tears but it's no use. "Y-yeah." I stutter out.

I hear her run over and feel her sit down next to me. "It's 3 am, why are you on the roof?" She asks while grabbing my hands and pulling them away from my face, revealing my face full of tears.

"Hey." She asks quickly. "What's wrong?" She whispers while pulling me into a tight hug and rubbing my back. "I'm here, baby, I'm here." She says in my ear.

"My dad hates me." I finally tell her.

I feel her freeze and we stop rocking as she leans back and stares at me. "What?"

"My dad hates me!" I yell out as sobs rack my body again.

"Awww Brit." I hear her say as she pulls me close again. "Calm down baby, calm down." She repeats over and over while kissing me on the temple and rocking me slowly. "I'm here for you baby."

I finally calm down and lean back away from her and wipe my eyes harshly, she grabs my hand and begins to kiss the tears away softly. "Talk to me." She then says softly while rubbing my arms.

"Can we go to the special room?" I ask her.

"Of course." She nods as she stands up and grabs my hand, we enter the room through the door from the roof. I watch Santana pull the curtains closed and plug in the lights we are hung around the perimeter of the ceiling and around the the beams between the windows, they give the room a nice soft glow; she then lays down in the hammock and opens her arms inviting me to lay with her.

I slowly get in, slowly being the key word since last time we got in the hammock, we both flipped out and ended up on the floor. Once I get in and settle on her chest, she kisses me on the forehead and hugs me tightly. "Whenever you're ready to talk, go ahead." She says softly.

I open my mouth to talk but no words come out, only a small whimper. I shake my head and hid my face in her neck while taking ragged breaths.

"Did someone hurt you Brit?" Santana asks. "I swear to God I'll kick their ass right now. I don't care what time of night it is."

"We've been around your family a lot, and it just made me wish I was closer to my family." I shrug out while settling more between Santana's legs.

"I'm sorry." Santana replies. "If you're tired of my family Brit, just tell me baby, they don't have to come to New York." She begins to ramble out. "I know my family is huge and can be pushy Mat and Lio can overstay their welcome sometimes."

"No, I love how close you all are." I assure her. "I love watching you interact with your cousins, I love your relationship with your mom, you two cook together, you sing together, you are such a daddy's girl, I can tell the way he looks at you, he's proud of you." I sniffle.

"Please talk to me, Brit." Santana says softly.

"My dad has kind of disowned me." I whisper to her. "He ummm, he's jealous and pissed I got the company, and he doesn't like that I'm a lesbian, well bi-sexual."

I feel Santana's body tense slightly. "I thought you talked to your parents all the time?"

I shake my head against her chest. "Just my mom, my, uh, my dad refuses to come to phone."

"We sent him Christmas gifts and everything." Santana stated.

"He sent them back, like he does everything I send him." I tell her. "I donate the stuff he returns to me, it's usually unopened."

"I'm sorry Brittany." She replies while lifting my shirt so I can feel her hands rub my back. "I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that, no one deserves to be treated like that, especially not by a parent."

"Just hold me right now." I tell her as tears cloud my eyes again.

"I'll never you let you go." She whispers while holding me tightly and exhaling softly.

Hearing Santana say those simple words means so much, since my relationship is so strained with my family means the world to me. Sure I stay in contact with my cousins in Philadelphia, but outside of them and my uncle, the one that runs the company, I feel alone most days, aside from Santana.

"Brit?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember the first day we hung out at my apartment, and I left to get Lord Tubs some food?" Santana asks.

"Yeah." I nod on her chest. "I remember."

"When I came back, you were crying and you said you had separation issues." Santana recalled. "Is it because you feel that your dad has deserted you?"

"Yeah." I tell her.

"Look at me Brittany." She says softly. I lift my head and lock eyes with her. "I love you so much, I promised you I would never leave your side then, and I going to promise again right now to never leave you. If your dad wants to be a prejudiced jackass then he's missing out on the awesome woman I'm looking at right now. You're warm, caring, passionate, intelligent, giving, amazing, and full of love." She lists out. "If he can't accept you being in love with a woman, than he can kick rocks, baby."

"I just want him to accept me." I tell her as a few more tears drop. "I want what you and your dad have."

Santana closes her eyes tightly and opens them slowly as a few of her own tears drip out. "I want you to have that too." She says softly. "I'm sorry there's a disconnect with your family baby, but I'll be your family honeybee."

"You are my family." I tell her before sighing and resting back on her chest.

"I love you." Santana says as she kisses me on the forehead.

"I love you too." I reply to her.

We lay in silence again for I don't even know how long before I clear my throat and kiss her on the cheek, she opens her eyes and focuses on me. "I wrote a poem last week, can I recite it to you?" I ask her.

She nods with a small smile.

I lay back on her chest and start to recite the poem.

Pleasure turns to the pain of lessons learned from the strain of the questions burned in my brain about whether love is humane in its touch
These thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream in the tears of your deceit
Fighting a current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotions
Chaotic because the anchor of Eros' arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation
Separation not as simple as the distance between us
My mind no longer possessed by the demons that had been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies
The seeds of these lies rooted so deeply they've cracked the foundation of what we once shared
Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside to gush out like a river
Ripping the image of our future together from my thoughts as violently and as brutally as if it were a child being taken from its mothers arms
I'm left surrounded in darkness but I refuse to be swallowed by it
My loneliness like night air; invisible to the eye obvious to the touch, in its cold uncomfortable ness
Yet If I could do all over again I'd do it in the same skin I'm in
To lay down and let love die, just stay down and let love lie
No, no, no, no, not I
I'll stay around and let love fly
Even though I've seen its darkest form; deceit
Nothing else could tastes this warm or feel this sweet

"Wow." Santana breathed out to me. "That's deep Brit..."

"You like it?" I ask her.

"Yeah, I really do, what's it about?" She asks me.

"I call it Loves Deceit." I tell her before lifting my head and kissing her on the lips.

"Get some rest, Brit, I'll be right here when you wake up." She says softly.

I wake up the next morning and smile when I see Santana standing next to the hammock holding a plate of breakfast. She bends down and kisses me on the forehead before sitting down on the floor. "Will you have breakfast with me?" She asks with a smile.

"Yeah I will." I tell her as I get out of the hammock and walk over to her. I sit behind her on the floor and scoot close behind her and hug her. "Thank you for holding me last night." I whisper softly in her ear.

"You're welcome." She replies as she turns and catches my lips in a kiss. "I made omelets." She then smiles while holding up a forkful of the omelet to my mouth. I quickly accept it and kiss her on the neck. "This is good." I tell her.

"You like it?" She asks while eating some herself. "I made some of the chorizo, you know how my mom did in Lima, and some of the sauce you like too." She adds while piling it in a tortilla shell and holding it to my mouth. "I can't imagine how you feel, but if I can take your pain away for even a few minutes, just with breakfast, I will." She says while staring deep in my eyes. "I don't like to see you cry Brit, I can't watch you in pain, baby."

I nod at her. "I know."

"Can we talk a little more?" She asks while turning around to face me. She picks up her glass of juice and took a few sips before offering to me. I take a few sips myself and nod. "Why doesn't your mom do anything?"

"My mom is old fashioned, she believes that my dad is the head of the family." I explain to her in between bites. "She follows his lead, so if he is against something, 9 times out of 10, she'll just go along with it." I shrug.

"So does your mom sneak and talk to you?" She asks me.

I shake my head. "He knows we talk, but he doesn't want my brothers talking to me, and he won't talk to me."

Santana shakes her head and sighs. "That's not fair."

"It's life, I'm kind of used to it, but sometimes it hits me...hard." I shrug.

"Is it because my parents were here?" She asks me. "I'll just go visit them."

I grab her hands. "Don't change your relationship with your parents for me." I tell her while lifting her hands and kissing them. "I love having your parents around." I smile to her. "They treat me like their daughter, I feel a part of the Lopez clan." I laugh.

"You are." Santana smiles. "You will be soon." She adds softly before kissing me. "Wait...you said you wanted the penthouse done before your parents come to visit? So they aren't?"

I sigh. "I invited them, but they never responded, so probably not."

Santana grabs her phone and checks the date. "Shit, they are supposed to come today, we need to go grocery shopping and get new linen for the guestrooms." She rushes out.

"They aren't going to come Sanny." I tell her sadly. "I texted my mom yesterday and she didn't respond."

Santana crawls in my lap to straddle me, without saying any words she simply hugs me tightly and sighs. I didn't need for her to say anything, I felt all her love in that moment just from her touch.

"Well, I'm taking the day off, I have something we can do today." Santana whispers in my ear.

"What are we doing?" I ask her.

"Do you trust me?" She laughs out.

"With all my heart." I reply.

"Good, put on shorts and a tshirt; meet me in in the lobby in 20 minutes." She says before kissing me and standing up and leaving the room.

"Brit wait!" Santana yells behind me as we rollerblade through Central Park.

I glance behind me and watch her skate as fast as she can to catch up to me, She looks so graceful, she's wearing red spandex pants, with a red and blank sports bra, she left her hair down, so it's swaying side to side as she skates, she looks stunning right now. I turn around and begin to skate backwards while smiling at her as she finally catches up to me. I grab her hands and spin us around in a circle before kissing her quickly.

"Can I buy you an ice cream cone?" She asks while pointing to a ice cream stand.

"Waffle cone?" I ask with a big smile.

"Of course, that's the only way to eat an ice cream cone." She nods as we skate over to the stand.

She orders me a triple scoop of vanilla in a waffle cone, while she gets a triple scoop of strawberry in a waffle cone, after she pays she grabs my hand and start to skate back to the apartment slowly. We make plans to cook dinner together tonight and then go out for drinks afterward. Lio is in town visiting Quinn, so we decide to invite them on a little double date.

We race to finish our ice cream as we get to the lobby of the building, I win since Santana eats slowly, and wait for her to finish her cone.

"Where does all the food you inhale go?" She laughs out while patting my stomach. "Because it definitely isn't in this body." She smiles while skating towards me and pulling me close while pressing her lips to mine.

"I don't know." I shrug while smiling against her lips. "This was fun, we should rollerblade more often." I tell her.

"Yeah, we should, we can make it a weekly thing." She nods as I open the door to the lobby to let her walk in.

"I would love that." I tell her.

"Brittany!" I hear and snap my head around to the corner of the lobby.

"Mom?" I breathe out as she comes running over to me.

"Hello Brittany, you must be Santana." She then says sweetly to San. Santana nods and extends her hand to my mom, who pushed her hand away and hugs her tightly. "We're huggers."

"Santana, this is my mom." I stutter out as my mom hugs me tightly. "What are you doing here?" I ask her when the embrace breaks.

"You invited me, I wanted to surprise you." She replies. "Did you think I wouldn't show?"

"Yeah I did...where's dad?" I ask her while looking around.

Thoughts?

Do you all want Brittany's POV next chapter when she interacts with her mom, or should I switch it back to Santana's POV.