A/N: Much love :)
Not sure how many more chapters, but I can tell you that the wedding will be in this story and there will be one major event that has quite a big effect on Santana, Brittany and Bella. Not sure how many chapters that will take up though…
Heads up: Little bit of lady lovin' :)
Enjoy!
Onward and up!
-H
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :(
CHAPTER 53
Santana collapsed onto the bed and immediately closed her eyes. She was exhausted. They'd finished their week of shows and even though there hadn't been any mishaps, Santana had been at every show. As successful as the musical had been, part of her was so glad that it was over. Every night had been a full house, which bode well for the future of the arts of Griffin Hill Academy. There were two weeks left of school and things were crazy with finals and grading. The teachers were just as stressed as the students.
"Mama?"
Santana summoned enough strength to turn over and smile tiredly at her daughter. Brittany had stayed late due to finals grading. Performances ran all day. She missed her fiancée.
"Hi, baby. I'm sorry that I've been out of it, lately. I'm just so tired."
"Ok," Bella said in a small voice. "I can…I can try to make supper?"
Santana felt her heart warm. "Bella, my baby, you are so wonderful. But you don't need to do that. I'm going to order us some Chinese. How does that sound?"
"Can I get a fortune cookie?" Bella asked with a smile.
"You can get three."
Bella grinned and Santana congratulated herself on coaxing a smile from her beautiful daughter.
"Can I play Dance Revolution?"
"Until dinner arrives, yes," Santana acquiesced. As Bella bounded out of her room, she took a deep breath and pushed herself off the bed. She kicked her shoes off and changed into a pair of comfy sweatpants and a tank. Comfort was the word of the evening. She walked into the kitchen and poured herself and Bella a glass of apple juice – a guilty pleasure of hers when she was exhausted.
She set her laptop up on the dining room table and went over to the TV to help Bella start the game. She smiled and kissed her daughter on the head, handing her the glass of juice.
"Not too quickly else you'll get a stitch, ok?" she warned as she headed back to the table. She picked up her phone and called in their Chinese delivery. She sent a text to Brittany telling her that dinner would be waiting and that she missed her.
She picked up the stack of exams that had been sitting on the table since the previous night and dove into grading them. The buzzer interrupted her about half an hour later and she let the delivery guy into the building. She jogged into the bedroom to grab her purse and opened the door when there was a knock.
She pulled it open and grinned. "Moonlighting, baby?"
Brittany winked and handed her the bag of Chinese, kissing her firmly. "Hmmm, I missed you today."
"Me too," Santana whispered.
"I saw the delivery guy in the lobby so I just paid for it. I figured I'd give you a nice surprise."
"I love your surprises." Santana walked into the kitchen and glanced up as Brittany closed the door and tiptoed into the living room where Bella was totally engrossed in her dancing. She smiled as Brittany scooped their daughter into her arms and Bella squealed in surprise.
"Mommy! Put me dooown!"
"But then I can't cuddle you," Brittany said with a pout.
Bella smiled big and threw her arms around her mommy's neck, squeezing tightly. It made Santana even more certain that letting Brittany back into her life and her heart was absolutely the best decision she'd ever made.
"Grub's up!" she called after putting their food onto plates.
"Yummy," both Bella and Brittany said as they sat down at the table.
Brittany helped move Santana's work out of the way and they chatted about their days as they ate. It was so beautifully domestic that Santana just wore a small smile the whole time. An IM popped up on her laptop and she glanced at the screen. It was Kurt, wanting to discuss details about the wedding.
"It's ok, baby. You can answer it," Brittany said with a smile.
Santana shook her head. "I'm having dinner with my family. They're the most important."
"That's so sweet, Mama," Bella said with a big smile.
"It's true too," Santana replied with a wink.
"Mommy, when do you go see the doctor again?" Bella asked, shovelling a forkful of noodles into her mouth.
Santana giggled quietly. Their daughter was such a goofball.
"Well, I got a whole lot of tests done on Wednesday when we went, but they'll only have the result next week. We have an appointment for Thursday cos that's when my body will be ready for maybe seeing if I could get a little itty bitty baby inside." She sent a warm look to Santana who returned it tenfold. They were both so excited for the actual insemination part.
"And then I'll have a baby brother or sister?" Bella's eyes were wide with excitement.
"Maybe," Brittany hedged.
"Baby girl, remember that I told you sometimes it takes a while to work?" Santana told Bella gently.
She nodded. "But Mommy's super healthy. It should work quickly, right?"
"We hope so, Little B," Brittany said quietly.
Santana reached across the table and took her hand, letting her thumb run softly over her knuckles. The touch said everything she needed to without words.
"Mama, I'm done," Bella announced, pushing her virtually empty plate away. "Can I go play Dance Revolution again?"
"Sure, baby girl." She watched the little girl jump off her chair and immediately dive back into her game.
"Baby, I say this with all the love in the world, but you look exhausted," Brittany said in concern.
Santana rubbed the heel of her hand into her eye and yawned. "I am. This week was killer."
"I know you didn't sleep very well," the blonde added. "You were tossing and turning."
"Yeah, I'm just thinking about a lot."
"Like what, love?"
"Like getting all my papers graded on time. Like how I will never have a musical just before finals again. Like how we're getting married in three weeks' time and I don't even have a dress." She groaned. "I just feel like I don't have enough time to get everything done."
"Can I help?" the most wonderful woman in the world asked.
Santana smiled. "You have no idea how much you do just by being you."
Brittany giggled. "That's not what I meant and you know it. Can I help grading? Maybe I can scout out some wedding dresses with Kurt and then just present you with options as opposed to you going out and having to look."
"Baby." Santana pouted. "I kinda wanna wow you with my dress and I won't be able to do that if you're shopping for it."
"Ok. Then how about we take a day and go on a mad wedding dress trying on spree and find you a dress?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Then it'll be out of the way and you won't have to worry about it anymore."
"B, that's perfect. You're a genius."
"Duh."
"Wait, what about your dress?" Santana asked with a frown.
She smiled mysteriously. "My dress was taken care of weeks ago."
"What? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you're also not going to get to see my dress until the day of the wedding. You know," she lowered her voice and leaned closer, "when you fuck me before we get married."
Santana bit her lip. God, everything about that sentence was just so incredibly hot. Her laptop making a noise broke her out of deliciously vivid thoughts of doing exactly what Brittany had said.
"Fucking love you," she murmured, glancing at the screen.
She felt Brittany's foot sliding up and down her leg in response. She sighed and tried to focus on what Kurt was saying.
Kurt Hummel: Evening. I wanted to know when you'd be available to go dress shopping.
Kurt Hummel: Santana, you are aware that you're getting married in three weeks, right? It's kind of important that you have a wedding dress.
Kurt Hummel: Are you ignoring me?
Santana rolled her eyes and typed a response.
Santana Lopez: Calm your tits, Prancy Smurf. I was actually enjoying a lovely dinner with my family if that's ok with you. And yes, I am aware of my dress lackage. Britt and I were just discussing that we need to spend a day flying around NY to find one.
Kurt Hummel: My tits are perfectly calm. Yours, however, tend to ache with rage. So calm YOUR tits, perhaps? Are you available tomorrow? I may be able to save you a lot of time.
Santana Lopez: I appreciate you. And tomorrow would be perfect. I need to start checking things off my ever-growing list.
Kurt Hummel: I appreciate your appreciation. Meet me on the corner of Fifth and W 42nd tomorrow at 10?
Santana Lopez: I hope you realise that my pocket does not fit Fifth Avenue. Nor does my father's.
Kurt Hummel: I have spoken with dear old dad. Don't you worry about a thing. Besides, I think I already have your perfect dress.
Santana Lopez: Outstanding. Britts, Bella and I will see you tomorrow.
Kurt Hummel: What? No Britts.
Santana Lopez: Snix disagrees.
Kurt Hummel: Santana, she can't see your wedding dress! It's bad luck! You haven't seen hers.
Santana Lopez: Valid. However, I needs my Britt-Britt with me. I've hardly seen her this week and I'm not about to spend my weekend running up and down Fifth Avenue looking at fluffy whites with you when she's stuck at home sans San. Capice?
Kurt Hummel: You're insufferable. Compromise. Brittany can come with, but she has to wait outside when you're trying on the dresses.
Santana stomped her feet in a mini tantrum and Brittany just looked at her in amusement. She knew how Kurt operated and he and Santana had always been different sides of the same sassy coin. She had an inkling that Kurt was forbidding her to join the dress shopping.
Santana Lopez: I hate you with a fiery burning passion that rivals the temperatures in hell.
Kurt Hummel: So glad we're settled for tomorrow. We can discuss other things like the VENUE since you don't respond to my emails. Honestly, Santana, you asked me to plan your wedding and gave me a month's notice. The least you could do is co-operate.
Santana Lopez: is offline.
Kurt Hummel: Bullshit. You typed that, bitch.
Santana Lopez: Fine. Maybe I did. Maybe it was Britt. Maybe it was Bella and you just called her a bitch. YOU JUST CALLED MY DAUGHTER A BITCH. I will ends you, Porcelain.
Kurt Hummel: I can't even.
Kurt Hummel is offline.
Santana smirked in triumph.
"You're so bad,' Brittany chuckled.
"This is true. But you are marrying me in part for my brilliant mind."
"In part. A very small part."
Santana gasped. "You mean, you're marrying me mostly for my body? Well, I never!"
Brittany stood up and walked around. She seated herself in Santana's lap. "Oh, honey, if you didn't know this by now, then you're a lost cause."
"What's that, Britt?" Santana snaked her arms around Brittany's waist.
"I'm marrying you because of your heart," she said softly, resting her hand over Santana's tank top where her heart was thudding away, slowly picking up its pace. Brittany smiled. "And maybe for your body too. But mostly for your heart."
"Well, that's good," Santana whispered.
"Why's that?"
She leaned up for a sweet kiss. "Because you already have my heart, Britt."
Brittany grinned widely and joined their lips again. They traded tenderly passionate kisses until Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's neck and held her tightly.
"What's up, baby?"
"I'm just so excited. Part of me can't really wait three weeks because I want you to be my wife like, now, but at the same time I know it's going to be so amazing and you're going to look so beautiful and Bella's going to look totally adorable. I just…I can't wait to be your wife."
Santana pulled back and kissed her cheek. "Baby, you have no idea how much I want that too. So, so much. But…I do have to say that I'm very excited to see you in your wedding dress. The event, as it shall henceforth be named, has worked me into quite a tizz."
Brittany giggled. "God, I love your mind so much."
"Aha! I knew it! You do love me for my sexy brains."
"I love you for your sexy you. The whole sexy you. Brains, boobs, butt, body, beating heart. All of it."
Santana smiled and kissed her again. She'd never get tired of it because Brittany Pierce was going to be her fucking wife.
"Honey, I know you're tired, but I wanna help you relax before bed," Brittany said before Santana climbed under the covers.
Her eyes were about to close, but Brittany really wanted to do this for her fiancée. She'd been thinking about it all day.
"Britt, I'm really tired," Santana mumbled.
"Yeah, I know. But I'm worried that you're not gonna stay that way. I just want you to relax so completely so that you get a proper night's sleep."
"Mmmkay. Whassit?"
Brittany grinned and grabbed the big towel she'd put on the dresser and lay it on top of the comforter that Santana was half under. The blonde walked to her and quickly undressed her.
"Baby, I love you and you're super hot, but I really don't have the energy for sex."
Brittany smiled. "Don't worry, San. We're not having sex."
"No sex?" She sounded kinda disappointed.
"No, you're totally exhausted. I wouldn't do that to you." But she smiled because she knew that no matter how tired Santana was, if Brittany really wanted sex, she'd give it to her. Yet another reason why she loved the Latina so goddamn much.
Once Santana was naked, she lay her face down on the towel. She grinned at Santana burrowing into the soft material comfortably, her sexy little ass shaking.
So fucking cute.
Brittany changed into a pair of boy short and a tank top and put everything she needed onto her nightstand.
"You ready?" she whispered.
Santana subtly nodded. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't asleep. Brittany straddled her backside and got comfortable. She'd run her hands under some warm water so that they wouldn't be cold on Santana's perpetually hot Latina skin. She loved how Santana always ran hot. No matter the temperature, she'd always get warm by just snuggling up to her.
She poured some lavender massage oil into her hand and rubbed them together. It had been a while since she'd given Santana a back massage, let alone a full body one. But she knew how therapeutic they were and how much Santana loved them.
And she got to run her hands all over the woman of her dreams. Win-win.
"Hmmm," Santana moaned quietly as Brittany started at her shoulders.
The blonde smiled and patiently worked all the tight muscles in Santana's back. She paid special attention to her neck and where her hairline started. Santana carried way too much tension there. She always thought it was because she held her head high when she was falling apart inside. Nobody really knew how much it actually took for her to keep that appearance up. Not just emotionally, but physically. Brittany only got glimpses of it at times, and that was purely because Santana was sometimes just too exhausted to keep up the pretence. That's when she started playing by Santana's rules. She didn't argue or question why sex wasn't dating, or why she claimed that there were no feelings.
They'd both known that everything they did was with crazy feelings.
But she'd been so scared. And Brittany had understood that. After everything, they'd found each other. Sure, they'd lost each other for a bit, but it was just inevitable that they'd find each other again. It was Fate. They were destined to be together.
And you didn't mess with Fate.
Brittany moved onto Santana's arms, paying special attention to her shoulders. Her fiancée was deliciously relaxed, but Brittany wasn't even close to being done. She slid off Santana and massaged her glorious behind and muscular thighs. She hadn't lost any definition since high school. She was a teeny tiny little bit curvier since having Bella, but all the walking she did around New York, not to mention their intense cardio sessions, kept her muscles nicely toned.
She worked down each of Santana's legs, her fiancée jerking slightly when Brittany brushed her fingers behind her knees. She'd discovered the secret ticklish spot during a Sunday morning lazy lie in. Brittany glanced up and saw a small smile on Santana's face. She grinned and knew Santana was thinking of that same memory. No matter their messed up history, when it had been just the two of them, no one else and nothing else mattered. Whether Brittany was dating Artie or Santana was bearding with Karofsky or they were secretly dating or not even dating, but having sex; all that mattered was the two of them, together.
Once Brittany was done with Santana's back, she leaned down and kissed her ass gently. A soft snort came from Santana and Brittany was kinda glad that she was still awake and relaxing. She guided Santana onto her back so that the front of her body was on display. Santana's eyes stayed closed, but the smirk on her lips was clear as day. She knew that Brittany was totally checking her out and the blonde would never deny it. She couldn't not stare at a naked Santana. It was like, an unwritten rule or something.
She straddled Santana over her favourite playground, but she was totally fine that the massage was far from sexual. Her appetite for her fiancée would never dwindle and it had been a long time since they'd gone a day without sex, but Brittany understood that Santana was literally exhausted to the point that she could barely gather enough energy to shower.
Brittany placed her hands on Santana's stomach and leaned down to press her lips to her fiancée's. Santana hummed quietly and slowly opened her mouth to suck on Brittany's bottom lip. It was sensual and passionate and although Santana's kisses always got Brittany hot and bothered, she reined herself in. She broke away, albeit reluctantly, and pecked Santana's nose before sitting up. She oiled her hands up again – wanky (come on, she couldn't resist. Besides, Santana would have been proud) – and started up at Santana's chest. She saw and felt a deep intake of breath. Santana's face was the epitome of calm, though.
As Brittany made her way down Santana's front, not paying too much attention to her twins (they were hella distracting, ok?), she continued to her stomach and hips. She smiled at the slight twitches when she grazed over Santana's ticklish spots. Brittany wiggled back between Santana's legs and lifted one leg onto her shoulder so she could properly massage the muscles on the side.
"Baby," Santana moaned.
"Yes, my love?"
"Want you."
Brittany glanced down to her very, very open playground and swallowed at the moisture she could see there. "I'll take care of that for you soon, San. Let me finish the massage, ok?"
"Hmmmm."
With the prospect of being able to pleasure Santana, Brittany focused on completing her massage quickly and thoroughly. Once she was done with Santana's feet, she cleared all the oils off and took her clothes off and turned the lights off. She figured that if Santana was even was still awake, that as soon as she came, she'd pass out. Brittany knew she wouldn't be getting any unless it was by her own hand – and she and Santana had a strict no masturbation policy unless the situation was dire – so she focused on giving everything she had to Santana.
She climbed on top of her fiancée, her legs slipping easily between Santana's slightly oily ones.
"Hmmm. Hi," Santana whispered, her arms coming up around Brittany's shoulders and neck.
"Hi, baby," Brittany whispered back, nuzzling her cheek.
"You smell good."
The blonde chuckled. "I think that's you. It's the massage oil."
"S'nice."
"You're nice."
"Hmmm."
Brittany let her hand trail down Santana's sexy body until she could feel the heat drawing her in. It was addictive.
"B," Santana mumbled, her tired body involuntarily arching into the hand she knew was waiting to make her feel amazing things.
"Hmm?"
"I want…together."
"You sure?" Brittany didn't think she'd have the energy for scissoring.
"Want you to feel good and feel me."
"Ok. I'll do all the work, baby." Brittany eagerly sat up after giving her fiancée a peck. She lifted Santana's dead weight leg over her shoulder and closed her eyes in pleasure as their centres met. "Oh, God," she whispered.
She started moving, the oil making them quick and accurate.
"Fuck," Santana hissed.
Having adjusted to the darkness, Brittany could see Santana reaching for her so she bent down, bringing their clits closer together. Both women shook. After a moment to appreciate the feeling, Brittany started moving again and Santana kissed her desperately.
She knew it was hopeless to think that she could draw it out. Santana was exhausted, but still wanted her. That was enough of an ego stroke. Brittany accepted that the occasion called for a quickie. She ground her hips down and rolled them at a much faster pace than she normally would. It was definitely working because she could feel her orgasm building in her stomach in a matter of moments. It just felt too good.
"Yes," Santana gasped, digging her nails into Brittany's shoulder.
Brittany, surprisingly, was the first to go. She choked out her pleasure and tried to maintain some kind of rhythm to send Santana after her. She managed one last thrust before her strength gave out, but she felt Santana stiffen, then shake beneath her. The quick breaths into her ear made her smile. Santana post-orgasm was super sexy.
"Love you," Brittany whispered.
"Love…" Santana started to reply, but she didn't get to finish it. The hands on Brittany's back went limp and slid off.
Brittany smiled and slowly disengaged herself, moaning at the delicious wetness between them. Santana was dead to the world. Brittany hoped that she'd get a full night's sleep instead of restlessly tossing about different things on her mind.
She picked Santana up and slid her under the comforter. She quickly got rid the towel and jumped into bed beside her love, cuddling up behind her and holding her close. She loved spooning Santana. She loved holding her as they slept. On the odd occasion that they fell asleep with Santana spooning her, they always woke up with the positions reversed. It was just their natural sleeping pattern.
"Goodnight, my soon-to-be wife. I love you."
It didn't take long for Brittany to follow Santana into the deep realms of sleep.
She was refreshed. She felt more awake than she had all week. And she hadn't even had a cup of coffee yet. In fact, she hadn't even got out of bed yet. She was just watching Brittany sleep peacefully.
After the previous night, she was running out of thought space to list the reasons why she loved this woman. The massage had been amazing and more relaxing than she could have ever imagined. She didn't expect to be turned on, but hello. It was Brittany. And Brittany was running her hands – oily hands – all over her body. It was out of her control. Her body always just reacted to Brittany.
The sex had been amazing. Sure, it had been quick, but she was glad that both of them were satisfied. She would've hated to have left Brittany hanging, especially considering their no masturbation policy.
She'd slept right through the night and woken up securely wrapped in Brittany's arms. Her favourite way to wake up.
Suddenly, Brittany took a deep breath and her eyes flickered open.
"Hmmm, morning," she mumbled, pulling her closer.
Santana brushed her lips against Brittany's cheek and nuzzled her affectionately. "Morning, baby," she whispered huskily.
Brittany smiled. "You sound sexy."
She chuckled quietly. "You always say that."
"S'cos it's always true," Brittany replied simply. She leaned forward and kissed Santana good morning properly.
"So I was thinking, laying here and watching my beautiful fiancée sleep-"
"Creep," Brittany said and wrinkled her nose.
"Because you've never done it."
"Oh, I do it all the time. You just never know."
"You just told me."
Brittany paused. "You tricked me." And cue pout.
"Hey, that's not fair. You know that's totally my weakness," Santana said, leaning forward to catch that bottom lip between her teeth. She nibbled on it lightly before sucking it in.
She should've realised that it would open a floodgate because in no time at all, she was one her back and Brittany was on top of her, kissing her deeply. It made her head spin. She had no idea how long they made out for, but she knew that she had been rendered effectively useless. Brittany had kissed her into paralysis.
"Babe, you ok?" Brittany asked, her breaths brushing across Santana's face.
She closed her eyes and smile dreamily as she nodded. Brittany giggled and stayed on top of Santana, snuggling into her neck.
"That's my favourite spot."
"Well, you can't snuggle into your own neck and now I know why you like it so much. It's super comfortable."
Once Santana had control over her arms again, she brought them up around Brittany's back and held her close.
"You said you were thinking," Brittany murmured, her fingers dancing along Santana's collarbone.
"Hmm. Yeah, two things. Um, the first is our honeymoon. Have you thought about where you wanna go?"
"Not really. I mean, as long as there's a bed and room service, that's all we'll really need, right?"
Santana chuckled. "Definitely, babe. But, um, my mom sent me a message yesterday and it kind of went out of my head, but I remembered it this morning."
"Did she conspire something with my parents?" Brittany asked knowingly.
"Yeah. They've booked us a week in Hawaii."
Brittany sat up and stared down at her fiancée. "Are you shitting me?"
Santana smiled. "Ignoring the fact that that was totally something I would say, yes. She said that everything is paid for. We leave after the reception."
"But…what about Bella?"
"My mom said that she'd be happy to take her back to Lima. I know Bella enjoys it there. She loves seeing where we grew up and see the actual places from the stories that I told her so…"
"Hmmm." Brittany tucked her head into Santana's neck again.
"That's it?"
"Well, I'm sure as hell not turning down a week-long honeymoon in Hawaii, babe. It's summer vacation. It's not like she's gonna miss school. Plus, I think that we deserve a week for us. Just a few days where we can be married and enjoy being a young married couple."
Santana smiled. Brittany always made sense. She kissed her forehead. "You're so right, babe. Hawaii it is. I think we should probably tell Bella sooner rather than later. She's never been away from me for that long before."
"Oh…"
"I'm sure it'll be fine if we explain it properly."
"Ok. So, what was the other thing?"
Santana took a breath. "Um, so we kind of spoke about this very briefly at one point, but it was after crazy good sex so I wasn't sure if it still applied. Basically-"
"Santana," Brittany cut in, giggling.
"Um, yeah?"
"I haven't changed my mind about taking your last name. I may have said it in a haze of being fucked really, really good, but I didn't forget that I'd said it. And I still want it." She lifted her head and met Santana's eyes. "Do you…do you still want me to?"
She smiled possibly the biggest smile she'd ever smiled. "You have no idea how happy that would make me. Seriously." She kissed her hard and pulled back. "No idea."
Brittany giggled and rolled them back to the middle of the bed, this time with Santana on top. They traded a few more kisses.
"The future Mrs. Lopez, ladies and gents," Santana said softly.
Brittany blushed. "The Lopez family from New York. I kinda like how that sounds."
"Yeah, Brittany, Santana , Bella and little unknown Lopez," Santana agreed, kissing her again. "Sounds perfect."
Just as she leaned in again, her phone chimed incessantly. She already knew who it was.
"Fucking Porcelain," she muttered, grabbing her phone. Sure enough, he'd sent about ten texts in the last minute, telling her to stop having morning sex with Brittany or else they were going to be late. "I wasn't even having morning sex!"
"Well, you were definitely on your way," Brittany replied, kissing neck.
Santana giggled. "We only have three weeks to practise, so we should still try and get our goal time down."
"We have a goal time?" Brittany asked.
"Well, I think people may notice if the brides disappear for half an hour."
"So…what kind of time frame are we looking at here?"
Santana looked thoughtful. "Even though I was sorta out of it last night, I'm pretty sure we hit a five minute mark."
"Yeah, we may have, but we did have a decent amount of foreplay."
"I'm pretty sure the anticipation is going to be enough foreplay, don't you think, babe?"
"Hmmm, good point."
"So, should we give ourselves a time limit of say, seven minutes?"
Brittany grinned. "Seven minutes in heaven?"
"It's always heaven with you," Santana murmured, kissing her lovingly. She broke away with a curse as her phone chimed again.
Get out of bed. Or I'll send in my secret weapon.
"How could he even possibly contact Bella?" Santana mused.
"They have walkie-talkies," Brittany said.
"What? Since when?"
"Last week sometime. Bella totally fell in love with them so Kurt keeps one and Bella keeps the other. They actually work really well."
"Little Nazi bastard, trying to control my daughter," Santana fumed, rolling off Brittany and heading for the door.
"Santana."
She stopped at the tone of Brittany's voice. She turned slowly.
"Firstly, you're naked, which of course I appreciate greatly. Not so sure our daughter would feel the same way if you storm into her room like that. Second, I'm going to shower. Since we have a deadline that we're apparently supposed to meet, it would make sense for you to join me to save time." She stood up and Santana's eyes shamelessly roamed over the creamy skin. "And maybe if you hurry up, we can test that seven minute theory."
Brittany grabbed her robe and kissed Santana's cheek. The brunette couldn't move, rendered frozen by her fiancée's words. God, Brittany's words were just…scintillating.
"Santana," Brittany called from the bathroom.
"Crap." She grabbed her robe and pulled it on, heading quickly to Bella's room. She smiled at her daughter laying on her bed listening to her iPod, reading her book. She looked up and smiled, pulling an earbud out.
"I know you were super tired, so I let you guys sleep in," Bella said.
Santana kneeled next to her bed and kissed her forehead. "Once again, the most wonderful daughter in the world."
"You look better than yesterday," she commented.
"I feel loads better. Mommy and I are going to shower real quick and then we're meeting Kurt to go shopping for my dress."
Bella grinned. "Ok, can I read until we go?"
"Sure, baby." She kissed her forehead again. "Have fun."
She exited Bella's room and pulled the door partway closed. She took a breath before walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind them, making sure to lock it.
"Finally," Brittany said, pulling back the curtain. "I was this close to breaking our no masturbation rule."
Santana smirked and dropped her robe. "No me gusta."
"We have arrived, Porcelain!" Santana said dramatically, pushing her sunglasses on top of her head.
"Only fifteen minutes later than we'd scheduled," Kurt replied.
"Big whoop. Your manicure can wait."
"Mama," Bella said with a frown.
Santana looked at her daughter, and then at her fiancée, who was holding her. Brittany was wearing a matching frown.
"Oh, for Pete's sake. Seriously? I haven't even had my coffee yet and you, Kurt, ruined a seriously good morning."
"Santana, our morning was pretty awesome, so stop complaining," Brittany said firmly. "While you're in the first shop, Bella and I will go and get us some breakfast."
"Starbucks," Bella said with a smile. "Muffins. Yum."
Santana bit her lip, and willed herself to think pure thoughts. It was her frigging daughter for Christ's sake. "Ok, ok. You win. Love you, baby. You're my superhero lifesaver."
"Ooh, roleplay," Brittany said, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Like make believe?" Bella asked.
"Totally," Brittany said smoothly. She sent Santana an apologetic look, but the Latina just smiled warmly.
"Have fun, babies. Come and find me soon." She leaned in and kissed Bella, nuzzling her nose. "Before I commit Smurficide," she added in a whisper before kissing her fiancée.
Brittany giggled against her lips, but kissed her back. "Love you," she said, licking her lips to savour Santana's taste. "See you soon."
Santana watched them walk around the corner with a contented smile on her face.
"You know, at times like this, I'm reminded that you are actually a nice person."
"Bite me," Santana snapped back, but it didn't hold any malice.
"Didn't think you were into that," Kurt mused, walking along the sidewalk.
Santana followed, but only when Brittany and Bella had turned a corner. "Gross."
"Our first stop is the store of someone who happens to be a close personal friend of mine, and who has kept this dress on hold for me ever since you guys announced your engagement."
"Should I be worried?"
"Santana, quiet. You were the only person that I thought of when I saw this dress and after your engagement, I just knew that it would be perfect."
"Yeah, well, you think that stripes and check match so…"
"Humour me?"
Santana sighed and followed her friend into a super fancy boutique. It was virtually all white. Beautiful gowns hung from racks around the store. Santana's eyes started wandering.
"Kurt!"
"Hi, Dimitri. So sorry we're late. My dear friend, Santana, doesn't appreciate the value of time."
Santana pasted a smile on her face. "What your dear friend, Santana, appreciates is super hot shower sex with her incredibly sexy fiancée," she told Kurt matter-of-factly. "Pleasure," she directed at Dimitri.
Dimitri laughed. "Oh, she is all you described and more."
"You talk about me behind my back, Porcelain?"
"Purely factual, Satan," Kurt said dryly. "I just told Dimitri that you were a crazy sexy Latina bitch with a penchant for vicious insults and the cold, hard truth."
Santana cocked her head. "Motion carried," she said eventually. "So, Dimitov-"
"Dimitri," Kurt cut in.
"Dustin," Santana continued, unperturbed. "Kurt here tells me that you may just have my dream dress?"
Dimtri smiled and nodded. "Just seeing you now, this dress is definitely perfect for you."
"Ok. Wow away."
He disappeared behind a wall and Santana inspected her nails. When Dimitri returned, she had to sit down, her throat going dry.
"Oh my God. Kurt."
He smiled smugly. "See? Perfect."
A/N: I know what the dress is :) And when the time comes, so will you :)
So in two weeks (*squeal*), this fic will turn 1! I have big plans for a celebration :) Can't believe it's almost been a year…wow. So much has happened in that time. A HUGE thank you to everyone who has taken an interest in this story. I seriously cannot even express how much every single person has impacted my life. You guys gave me the courage to really focus on my writing. You gave me belief in myself and my writing. I could never thank you enough.
Ok, that wasn't quite what I'd planned to say, but anyway :)
Hope you enjoyed! Part of me wonders if Santana and Brittany will get the pre-wedding sex that they're so excited about… :)
Fic recs: The Bartender by LauraACon, Paperweight by heyho and A Fighting Chance by ac2790 (drug and violence trigger warnings on that last one).
Onward and up!
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