Mercedes paused the video and looked at Noah, who was staring at the screen, a stoic look on his face. "What did you see?" She asked as she walked over to his bar in the corner and poured herself a double shot of vodka and set a few limes on a napkin, before walking back over to the couch and sitting down.
"I saw someone talking about their childhood." Noah shrugged. "I see myself giving an honest opinion about my childhood."
Mercedes took a sip of her vodka and nodded. "Objectively what do you see?"
"I don't want to talk about this, Aunt Cedes." Nosh shook his head.
"You felt like talk during the interview." She shrugged. "You really don't see anything wrong with the interview, nothing wrong at all?"
Noah sighed. "I gave an honest opinion, I don't see how everyone is telling me I'm wrong."
"Who said your opinion was wrong?" Mercedes asked, cocking her head to the side. "Either one of your moms?"
Noah shook his head. "No, they don't at all."
"Let's watch the interview again, this time look at it completely objectively.' Mercedes stated. "Think of it this way, you've written some of Santana's biggest hits, you've written and produced some of my biggest hits, right?" Noah nodded. "When Santana is in the booth and misses a note, do you let it slide because she's your mom, or do you let her know."
"I always do" Noah replied quickly. "You know that, I don't show favoritism when working."
"Exactly." Mercedes nodded. "You listen to every note she sings, you don't let things slide because she's your mom, when she's in that booth, she's your artist and you're in charge. You hammer into her when you two work together, I've seen it, you don't let her slack off, why? Because you want to put out the best product for her, you want her talent to be on full display, you also don't want to ruin your name as a producer for releasing something mediocre. You listen and critique just like the public would, right?"
Noah nodded, finally starting to understand where Mercedes was going with the example.
"Look at this interview and analyze it, objectively, forget that it's you on the screen, and honestly listen to this interview and tell me what the public heard.." She jumped up and grabbed a piece of paper and drew a smiley face on it and taped it to the screen over his face. "Listen to this interview and tell me what you hear."
Noah rolled his eyes and leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms, Mercedes glanced at him. "Close your eyes and listen."
Mercedes watched his facial reactions the entire time, noticing him wince slightly at certain things he said, while others he had no facial reaction at all. Once it was finished, she quickly replayed the video. "I want you to listen again, process everything. You are truly Santana Marie Lopez-Pierce's son, so I know you are oblivious to some things, so listen again."
Noah laughed softly but nodded as the interview started again.
Mercedes smiled at Madison who walked in the room and set down a meat and cheese tray. "Thanks sweetheart." She replied as Madison kissed her on the cheek.
"You're welcome." Madison nodded. "I have a conference call, Noah, so I'll be in my office, the kids are napping but they'll be up soon, make them a snack."
Noah nodded as Madison kissed the top of his head and left the studio, he sighed and paused the video. "I didn't mean for it to sound like I was calling them bad moms."
Mercedes raised her eyebrow and stared at him.
"I was just, I was just saying how I was feeling at the time." Noah clarified. "You know I love my moms, both of them, I would literally die for either one of them, you know that Aunt Cedes."
"Yes, I do." Mercedes took a sip of her drink and tossed one of the limes in. "I know that, but the general public doesn't. The general public now think that you hated your childhood, and think your mothers dragged you through Hollywood for show, they think that Brittany didn't give a damn about her family and toured because she put her career first when the truth is Santana made Brittany go because she had some second thoughts about the marriage after you started clashing with Brittany more and more."
"What?" Noah asked quickly. "She said she had momma tour because we needed money."
"That was a part of it." Mercedes nodded. "Brittany could have made money here in the country working as a dance teacher. You became terrible with Brittany, you fought with her, you didn't listen to her, you did everything possible to try to break up that marriage, and you were very close."
"I..."
"You've always come first to your mom, always Noah. Santana was willing to do anything imaginable for you, so if you weren't adjusting well to the marriage, no matter how much it hurt her, she would take a few steps back." Mercedes explained.
"I just wanted my mom." Noah shrugged. "I was five and all this stuff started happening."
"Noah, we all felt like we lost a lot of Santana to Brittany when she came back, you aren't the only one that felt like that. We all had to share her, and yeah it was hard but you can't fault your mom for wanting to be with the love of her life. Brittany helped her, she needed Brittany during that time." Mercedes took another sip of her drink before picking up a piece of cheese and eating it.
"Aunt Cedes, that interview sounded different in my head. I swear it did." Noah shook his head.
Mercedes stared at him. "Brittany and Santana re great mothers, great wives, and great friends. Are they perfect? Nope, I can point out some of their flaws right now." She laughed. "You're a parent Noah, you know how hard it is to balance your career, your marriage, Peyton's needs, Nicholas' needs, your social life, and just getting some you time."
Noah ran his fingers through his hair. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful, it came out wrong, fuck." He groaned loudly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Mercedes stood and poured herself another drink before sitting down and listening to him rant.
"I fucked up Aunt Cedes." Noah told her, standing and pouring a Scotch for himself. "I fucked up."
"You're human." Mercedes replied. "Now I can't comment on your childhood or how you want to raise your kids, or you wanting them out of the media, that's personal preference, but I will say, don't limit how Brittany and Santana interact with them, they love their grandbabies, don't do that to them."
"That came out totally wrong, I was just saying how the paps are so invasive sometimes, Peyton gets scared by the cameras, she hates them, just like Carter did when we were younger." Noah explained.
"And what did Santana and Brittany do with Carter?" Mercedes asked. "Because I recall Santana always covering his face, Brittany always picking him up and holding him tight, shielding him. They had extra security and made sure you four were always okay. They didn't let fans take pictures of you four, and they do the same with Peyton and Nicholas."
"How do I fix this Aunt Cedes?" Noah asked.
"You may be biologically from Santana, where you got your impulsiveness, defensiveness, and temper from...but Brittany helped raise you and you got her rational way of thinking, her compassion, and her determination to fix everything, you'll figure it out." Mercedes smiled. "Oh, and you've been around all of us long enough to know how to conduct yourself in an interview in the media, I won't lecture you, because I'm sure Santana already did."
Noah nodded. "Thanks for coming over and making me watch the interview."
"I helped raise you the first four year of your life, you're like my son too, and I know your moms, they're hurt and I knew the interview came across wrong, I was just hoping you wouldn't blame editing or some crap like that." Mercedes laughed.
"Naw, I stand behind my words, they came out wrong, and I got it make it right with my moms." Noah nodded.
"This feels so good, B." Santana moaned. "Massages are the best thing ever, can we hire a masseuse to just come every morning."
Brittany giggled. "You really want someone else to come and rub all over me every morning?" She asked from the table next to her.
Santana froze and pursed her lips as she continued to stare at the floor through the face hole on the table she was lying on. "No, you know I don't want that." She sighed. "I gotta rethink this." She added.
"I didn't think so." Brittany laughed. "I can give you daily massages if you want." She suggested, slowly sitting up and signaling to the masseuse that was working on her that she could leave, she then slipped her robe back on and hopped off the table, she walked over to Santana's masseuse and tapped her shoulder, nodding to her she could leave as well. She handed them each a one hundred dollar tip and waved a silent goodbye, beginning to massage Santana herself.
"I'm just saying, B, waking up to a massage like this would be heaven." Santana laughed.
"Yes it would be." Brittany agreed, pulling Santana's sheet down a little further and beginning to rub her butt.
Santana froze a little bit and cleared her throat before finding her voice. "You never plan spontaneous trips like this, baby, so this is awesome, thank you so much."
"We need a little time in paradise, so I thought this would be perfect." Brittany replied with a smile as she slipped her hand between Santana's legs and grazed her core slightly, before moving back to her lower back."
Santana swallowed thickly. "Brittany, what type of massages did you order?"
"Just normal ones." Brittany replied, biting her lip so she didn't laugh at how Santana kept flinching underneath her, she then slipped a finger in Santana, causing the Latina to jump up quickly.
"Bitch, I'm fuckin married and my wife..." Santana snapped as she scrambled to find a sheet to cover herself before her face dropped when she saw only her and Brittany in the room. "My wife is the one massaging me." She laughed softly. "What the fuck, B, I almost had a heart attack."
Brittany laughed. "Sorry for scaring you, come here. You were lying naked on the table next to me and I just couldn't resist."
"The screaming orgasms I gave you on the plane weren't enough?" Santana smirked as she walked over and straddled Brittany, who was now sitting on the table.
"You see how wobbly I am on my legs right now, which is why I moved up the massages." Brittany blushed.
Santana kept her word and pleasured Brittany majority of the flight until her tongue got tired, and she continued through it, only stopping when Brittany practically begged her to, scared she might have a heart attack from the multiple orgasms. Brittany ended up cuddled in Santana's lap, fast asleep on her shoulder, only waking up when Santana figured out they were currently descending in Rio, a city she'd always wanted to visit, but her and Brittany never got around to going to. Santana screamed in excitement, waking Brittany up when she kissed all over her face, thanking her over and over. Once they reached the house Brittany rented for the next couple days, that sat right on the ocean with a private beach, indoor jacuzzi, three bedrooms, with a master bedroom on the second floor, complete with an outdoor shower, and balcony that would later showcase the sunset, they quickly showered and made their way to the massages, facial, and mani/pedis that Brittany scheduled for them.
"Mmmhmmm." Santana nodded happily. "I'm proud to say that I did that to you."
Brittany ran her hands up and down Santana's back as the Latina engaged her in a deep kiss. "Are you hungry, let's go grab some lunch?"
"Yeah I am, I didn't eat this morning I was going to take you to lunch, but boo-yah, we are in Rio instead! Fuckin Brazil!" Santana smiled happily. "You know I've always wanted to come here."
"I know, and when I thought of where we could go this morning, this was the first place that came to mind." Brittany told her. "Get dressed so we can grab something to eat, and then maybe nap together."
Santana nodded. "Yeah, I wanna party tonight, hit a club or something, so a nap would be good."
Ashton walked in the house with Noelle, hand in hand, and set down the food they bought on the counter in the kitchen. "Wine?" He asked his girlfriend, who was unpacking everything.
"No, I don't feel like drinking." Noelle shook her head. "I kind of just want to eat and go to bed."
Ashton set a bottle of water on the table for her and a can of Pepsi for himself and frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Just family stuff." She shrugged as she washed her hands in the sink and quickly dried them. "And I have a major headache, I had another huge argument with my mom and I just want to eat and go to sleep, is that okay?" She added softly.
"Of course." Ashton nodded, while narrowing his eyes at her. "Want to eat upstairs?"
"This is fine." Noelle smiled as she began to eat her pasta dish.
Carter came running in the kitchen with a huge smile on his face. "Bro, we got plenty shit on my beds."
Noelle looked up and raised her eyebrow at him. "Hey Carter."
"Sup Noey." He grinned, kissing her on the cheek before shoving his arm in Ashton's face. "Apple watches! We got apple watches!"
Ashton's eyes widened quickly. "Seriously? Mom bought all of us apple watches?"
Carter nodded. "There's the new Jordan's on my bed, some Lebron's, clothes, a new X Box controller, just plenty of stuff."
"Whoa, that's cool." Noelle laughed. "You guys always get random Christmas days here."
"You got a random Christmas too." Carter laughed. "There's a pile of stuff for you too."
"Apple watch?! Aunt San got me an Apple Watch?!" Noelle jumped up and ran up the stairs with Ashton and Carter. She screamed at the top of her lungs happily when she saw half of Ashton's bed was covered in bags for her, Dior shades, an Apple Watch, Louboutin heels, a Chanel purse, and a ton of makeup. "She got a watch for Quinton too, I bet if I call him, he'll be here in like 2 minutes." She laughed.
"I already called him." Carter laughed.
Ashton looked through his sneakers, dress shoes, expensive ties, designer blazers, and new photography equipment with a big smile. "There's a note." He picked up the note and scanned the top. "Go get Mack, we are supposed to read this all together."
Carter ran to the intercom and pressed the main button for all of the rooms. "Yo Mack Attack, come to Grey's room, hurry up. "I know mom hooked her up with stuff, why isn't she celebrating?"
Noelle shrugged and stared at her new shoes. "Date night tomorrow. I have to wear these."
Ashton nodded and laughed. "Cool, I'll make reservations somewhere."
"What?" Mackenzie sighed, leaning against the doorframe.
"We got a note from mom, we are all supposed to be here to read it together." Ashton explained as Noelle walked over and wrapped her arm around Mackenzie, walking her deeper in the room, quietly asking if she was okay, Mackenzie nodded and leaned against Carter's arm when Noelle let her go and sat on the bed. Carter glanced down at his sister and wrapped his arm around her as Ashton began to read the letter.
Hello babies, and yes Noey that includes you, since I know you are there anyways. I whisked your mom off on a super secret and spontaneous vacation this afternoon and we'll be gone for a week. I know it's short notice and your mom just got back in town yesterday but I needed a little alone time with her to love on her for a while, and have her love on me.
"Gross." Carter snapped. "TMI."
"Hannah, Madison, and Grammy will be checking in on you if you need anything. I expect you all to get up and go to school daily, and I know I don't need to mention no parties or I'll really let your mom loose on you all this time. I left some gifts for you all on your beds. There's a bag of stuff for Quinton on the side of Ashton's bed, I put his Apple Watch with yours Noey, and Carter there's a bag for Zachy next to your bed. I know the gifts don't make up for us randomly going on vacation but I wanted to do something nice for you all for all your help the past month or so while you mom was busy working out of town. For helping with my medication, picking up after yourselves around the house, for assuring me that I'm a pretty decent mom. I love you four so much. enjoy the gifts, don't burn down the house if you use the fire pit and I'll call one of you to check in tonight and make sure everything is okay.
Love you,
XOXO Momma
"Whoa?! Momma bought all of this." Ashton stated. "That's a shock."
"Right." Noelle nodded as Quinton ran in the room.
"Apple watch!" He smiled as Carter nodded and tossed it to him.
"Buying gifts doesn't make up for leaving and not telling us. Mommy's been gone for a month, I only saw her for like twenty minutes this morning before I had to go to practice and now she's gone?" Mackenzie sniffled and left the room angrily. "She doesn't get to hog mommy all the time."
The boys all stared at Noelle quickly. "I'll check on her." Noelle jumped off the bed and left the room to follow Mackenzie.
"Okay, the damn rain has to stop." Santana snapped as she stood on the covered balcony and glared at at the ocean.
Brittany walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist, rubbing her flat stomach that was exposed from the Latina only wearing a white bikini top and a bright yellow, very short skirt. She rested her chin on Santana's shoulder and kissed her neck softly. "We have a week here, baby, I'll make sure we see all the city has to offer, relaxing tonight wont be so bad."
Santana sighed. "I wanted to dance tonight." She shrugged.
"And we need a club for that?" Brittany laughed as Santana turned in her arms, wrapping her own arms around her neck. She pressed their lips together as she began to sway them side to side slowly. Santana began to sing.
Summer rain
Whispers me to sleep
And wakes me up again
Sometimes I swear I hear her call my name
To wash away the pain
My summer rain
I don't mind if it rains forever
Let it rain, rain, let it rain
I said I don't mind if it rains forever
Let it rain, rain, let it rain
So go ahead and make it rain
You bring the sunshine back again
So go ahead and make it rain
Your tender touches wash away my rain
"Dinner was good." Brittany stated when she stopped singing.
"Dinner was amazing." Santana nodded quickly, licking her lips, allowing her hands to roam Brittany's body, since she was wearing a pair of white shorts and a blue tank top. "I can't thank you enough for this trip."
Brittany kissed down her neck again, smirking when Santana moaned as she nipped at her sweet spot. "You're welcome, I needed some uninterrupted alone time with you."
"You have it, baby." Santana replied softly. "I called Mackenzie to check on the kids and she didn't answer." She frowned.
"Really?" Brittany asked. "She always answers when we call."
"I know." Santana shrugged. "I talked to Carter, he answered, said he was busy programming his Apple Watch?"
"I got Ashton, Carter, Mackenzie, Noey, Quinton, and Zachy Apple watches." Brittany stated, untying Santana's bikini top and kissing the top of her breasts as the top fell to the floor.
"Whoa." Santana smiled. "How much did you spend?"
"Enough." Brittany laughed. "I got some other goodies for them too, and for you, my big baby, I got you a gift too."
"Yeah, the trip." Santana nodded before throwing her head back when Brittany took a nipple in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
"Yeah, the trip but I got you a few other things as well. Let's head inside." She winked, letting Santana go and extending her hand to her.
Santana took her skirt off, leaving it on the balcony and followed Brittany in the bedroom where the blonde handed her a box. Santana's eyes widened when she stared at it. "Fuck, B, you got my the 24kt gold Apple Watch?!" She shrieked.
"I know you wanted it." Brittany smiled. "You didn't already buy yourself one, did you?"
Santana shook her head. "No, I was looking in Miami when I had some free time but they were sold out everywhere I went. Thank you, B." Santana blushed.
Brittany pulled her close and hugged her tightly before kissing her, she felt Santana start to unbutton her shorts and opened her stance so she could slide them down her legs. She then walked Santana back to the bed and laid her down, crawling on her and deepening the kiss. "Rain is the perfect soundtrack for making love."
"Let's make love on the balcony." Santana suggested.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah." Santana nodded as she stood up, she undressed Brittany and slipped her thong off before leading Brittany back out to the balcony, she pressed the button so the top of the balcony would retract and the rain began to fall on the balcony. "It's a warm rain, feels so good." She smiled, pulling Brittany close for a hug. They stood in the rain kissing deeply, soft moans escaping their lips before Brittany laid Santana on the chaise that was outside and laid next to her. "Have we ever made love in the rain?"
"Not in Brazil." Brittany smirked, she ran her finger down Santana's face, wiping a few raindrops away. She then began to kiss down her body, teasing her breasts, nipping at her nipples, allowing her hands to roam every inch of Santana's skin. She smiled as Santana squirmed underneath her when she ran her finger through her folds. Continuing to kiss down her body and she grabbed a pillow and kneeled on the end of the chaise. She opened Santana legs wide and kissed down her right leg, that was suspended in the air. She teased her wife with slow, gentle kisses, smiling as Santana's lips parted slightly and formed an O. She then kissed down her left leg and thigh, finally reaching her core. She ran her fingers over the smooth skin, admiring Santana's fresh wax. She placed several soft kisses as Santana sat up and wiped some rain drops from Brittany's eyes. Brittany winked at her and slowly stuck her tongue in.
A small whimper left Santana's lips as she leaned back when Brittany slid her tongue deeper into her. Brittany continued moving her tongue around her wife's core, reaching up to hold one of Santana's hands, intertwining their fingers. Santana used her other hand to tangle in Brittany's wet hair, her moans getting louder and louder with each minute. Brittany stood for a small break and leaned on Santana, kissing her deeply, allowing the Latina to taste herself, she ended the kiss with a wet pop before going back south and lifting Santana's legs over her shoulders. She began to pump her tongue quickly into Santana, using her free hand to massage the tan thighs over her shoulders.
"Brit..." Santana breathed softly as she began to rock into Brittany's mouth.
Brittany began to pump her tongue into her faster as Santana's legs started to shake in anticipation, Brittany began to slurp softly on her core before wrapping her lips around her clit and sucking she firm enough to cause Santana to explode in her mouth. She slowly lapped her clean to help bring down her climax before crawling back up her body and laying next to her again, turning Santana's head she crashed their lips together again as Santana hugged her tightly and wiped more raindrops from Brittany's forehead, Brittany doing the same to her.
"Still with me?" Brittany asked softly, kissing down Santana's neck again, massaging her breast.
"Yes." Santana nodded as she slowly moved her fingers down Brittany's body and entered her core, Brittany was extremely wet already so she started a moderate rhythm of pumping into her with two fingers, their lips pressed against each other, she felt Brittany gasp in her mouth and picked up her speed, moving over to the blonde's neck where she bit softly and licked the spot to soothe as she sucked on her neck. She used her thumb to press on Brittany's clit, she felt her wife start to shudder as her breathing picked up against her neck. Santana continued pumping her fingers into Brittany before finally curling her fingers and pressing on her g-spot, her thumb flicking Brittany's clit and causing the blonde is scream in pleasure as her body shook and she clutched to Santana as she climaxed. Santana smiled and peppered kisses to her face as she finally settled down, she then stuck her fingers in her mouth and licked them clean causing Brittany to come again from just watching her wife. She cupped her face and smiled at Brittany softly.
"I love you."
"I love you, too." Brittany blushed. "So much." She licked her lips and stared at her wife's naked body, ghosting her hands up and down the front of her body.
"I guess a nice summer rain is okay." Santana laughed as she rolled over and laid flush on Brittany.
"Told you the rain was okay." Brittany laughed.
"You ever wonder what our lives would be like if our parents weren't famous?" Ashton asked Noelle, who was lying on his chest.
"Like if they never left Lima?" Noelle asked.
"Yeah, your mom could still be a real estate agent there, your dad could be a football coach or guitar teacher." Ashton stated. "My mom could be a kick ass business woman, or lawyer, and momma could teach dance anywhere."
"You really hate Hollywood, don't you?" Noelle asked, sitting up to look at him.
"I've never liked it, the cameras, the paps, it's so invasive." Ashton shrugged. "I don't like being followed around, but I never would do what Noah did with that interview."
"You're still upset by it."
"Of course, Noah caused a damn media circus around the family." Ashton snapped.
Noelle stared at him. "So what happened when you went over to talk to him?"
Ashton sighed and kissed Noelle on the forehead. "Yelling..."
Ashton knocked firmly on Noah's front door, smiling when Madison came to the door. "Hey Maddie, is Noah busy?"
"Come on in." Madison shook her head and smiled. "He's down in the basement."
"Hi Uncle Grey." Peyton smiled her spot on the couch where she was holding a teddy bear.
"Hey Peyton." Ashton ran over and picked up his niece, kissing all over her face and hugging her, he reached in his pocket and handed her a dollar. "Put it in your piggy bank."
"Gracias." She smiled happily as Madison sat back on the couch next to her.
"You're welcome." Ashton replied before going down to Noah's man cave in the basement. Noah was reclined in his chair, a beer on the table next to him as he flipped through the channels on TV. He was wearing a pair of Burberry print sweats and a white tshirt.
"What's up bro?" Noah nodded when Ashton sat down.
"What the hell was the interview?" Ashton snapped immediately.
Noah immediately glared at him. "Go home, i'm relaxing, and with the stunt you and Carter and Mackenzie pulled on Twitter today, I'm not in the damn mood."
"What's with you? First you talk about our moms parenting, then you threaten Carter on Twitter? We grew up privileged, we never had to want for anything at all, and you're complaining about it, not only complaining but on national television." Ashton shook his head. "You're a joke."
"Watch it Grey." Noah bellowed.
"You don't get it, Carter and I aren't scared of you anymore, we're not little kids." Ashton told him angrily. "You embarrassed not only mom and momma, but yourself and the rest of us."
"Go home." Noah snapped. "I'm still you're older brother, but do not test me."
"You're supposed to be the older sibling we look up, the one that sets a good example for us. Who are we supposed to look up to now? Well, I'll be that positive role model for Carter and Mackenzie, but who do I look up to now? Guess I'm on my own." Ashton shook his head, wiping his tear that betrayed him and slid down his cheek, cursing himself inwardly that his sensitive side came out.
"Grey." Noah sighed.
"Fuck off." Ashton replied before running up the stairs.
"And that was almost a month ago, none of us have talked to him sense." Ashton added.
"Not even Mack?" Noelle asked.
"Nope."
"He's your brother, you can't take that away from him." Noelle replied, kissing Ashton gently on the lips.
"I know, but family comes first, it always has. The LP family also puts each other first, my moms do it constantly." Ashton stated. "You lived with us for three years, you know that."
"Yeah I do." Noelle nodded. "Let's get some sleep baby."
Brittany came back up to the bedroom with two bottles of water, hoping to flush some of the vodka and lemonade they'd been chugging for the past two hours out of their system. After taking a shower and changing into lounge wear, sweats and a sportsbra for Brittany, and an oversized tshirt for Santana they hung out in the room and talked. They reminisced over their highschool days, complete with Santana singing Valerie at the top of her lungs, while Brittany danced around her. They then went shot for shot, guessing people from highschool last name and looking them up on Facebook. Santana lost terribly at the game and was passed out in the middle of the floor.
"Sanny, baby, drink some water." She laughed when she saw Santana was now completely naked.
"My liquor hurts and Berry's last name is Rachel!" Santana slurred.
"I know." Brittany giggled, sitting Santana up and holding the bottle to her mouth.
"And Puckleberry was a thing, like they touched." Santana nodded. "I saw Brit, I was going to beat her ass cuz he was...but my liquor hurts."
"What?" Brittany laughed. "Just take a few sips for me."
Santana nodded and drank a little water, spilling most of it. "Look how amazing how boobs look when they are glistening and shit."
"So amazing." Brittany agreed, running her finger down the trail of water.
"Fuck me!" Santana lifted her leg high in the air.
"I love that you can still do that, but we are going to sleep." Brittany laughed.
"But my liquor hurts." Santana whined before turning and straddling Brittany, knocking her to the floor.
"What's Rachel's last name?" Brittany asked.
"Hummelberry." Santana laughed. "Shit, I could totally see her being Kurt's beard."
"Kurt is out and proud." Brittany reminded her.
"Well, shit he's her beard." Santana laughed loudly, before snorting and choking.
Brittany sat her up quickly and patted her back. "Come on to bed."
"This one is good." Santana sighed and laid down on the floor.
Brittany smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "This is the bed you want?
"Want the bed with the fuck me signs all over it." Santana mumbled before grabbing the water bottle and pouring water on her chest again. "Lick the water off." She laughed while shimmying.
Brittany laughed and licked the water off before pressing their lips together. "Stay here, don't move."
"Move bitch, get out the way." Santana sang. "Ludacris is a fuckin genius, get those bitches out the way, B, throw them bows."
Brittany ran to the bedroom and came back with the pillows from the bed and the blanket. She laid the pillows down and laid on them, before pulling Santana top of her. "What about this bed?"
"Fuckin rocks my socks, and knocks on the blocks with the..." Santana smiled and nodded, palming Brittany's breast. "I'll hold this for you."
"Thank you, keep it safe." Brittany covered her up and held her tightly. "Good night, crazy lady."
"Mmmmhmmmm." Santana sighed as she drifted to sleep.
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