Author's Note: I wanted to clear some things up regarding Santana's sexuality as it was brought up in a review. She is not bisexual. I repeat, she is not bisexual. While this is a work of fiction and women aren't born with penises and then develop breast, this story can be comparable to a MTF trans woman. No, Brittany doesn't have to go through therapy to find out if she is rans, and no, she doesn't have to take hormones to become a woman unlike real world situations, but her back story is similar. She is raised as a boy as a kid. This was brought up during question game with Santana. She chooses to identify as a women, because she feels like a woman. Santana is a lesbian. Yes, she married David, but it was clearly out of a a financial necessity where she benefited from it. Because Santana is a woman and Brittany is a woman, Santana is still a lesbian. It doesn't matter what is between Britanny's legs. In the real world, Some MTF trans women do identify as lesbians. Often, they are not accepted. I and many in the lesbian community accept them. I encourage you to be a part of reddit/actuallesbians if you aren't on there already. It might help open your eyes to how many of them are actually out there.
For my troll(trolls, but I assume it's just one with nothing else to do while on break) who seems to think I am 12 and immature and that this story is stupid(reviews were deleted)
In the show, Glee, she goes through this whole denial phase. She dates Puck, Finn, and all those guys for a personal benefit. In season 1, she breaks up with Puck after discovering his bad credit score, she takes Finn to this jewelry place so he can buy her expensive gifts, when Quinn starts dating that rich dude in season 5, Santana makes a throw away comment about her being a lesbian, but that she "could get down with that(old money)."
Also, Let's not forget that she slept with Finn and Puck. Yes, she was still in denial, but she knew she was attracted to Brittany at least in a sexual level. Did that mean she was bisexual? Nope, she was still a lesbian.
In this story, she is very much like Santana in the show, IMO. She eventually turns into this soft person that Brittany makes her. I know a lot of us have these heart shaped eyes when we think of Santana on the show, but she really wasn't that great of a person. She is flawed. After accepting her sexuality, she softens up considerably. Though softer and happier, she still uses her words and attitude to protect her loved ones.
Maybe you are unfamiliar with the show, or are blinded by favoritism, but my portrayal of Santana is true to the show.
Also, I fail to see how you don't understand how these two characters can be in love. In your review you said, "There is not one reason they should have feelings for one another because they never talked about anything just sex!" You mentioned that I have "made it disgustingly sexual" and that, "the sex scenes between Santana and Brittany are the same every time." You also said, "This story had no good content. It's just sex. Badly written sex at that." Almost everyone knows what sex is like. There isn't a lot to it. Sex isn't that much different every time unless you're trying a new position, using a toy, role playing, inviting more people, etc. In almost all cases, body parts or objects enter body parts and they eventually reach a peak. While a lot of it is the same in my writing, I try to offer different things.
In case you have forgotten, this story is porn with plot. It does contain a lot of sex and a plot. In the show, their relationship was strictly sexual in the beginning. They hadn't discussed their feelings and still, they fell in love with each other. Yes, talking cleared things up, but they were already something more than friends with benefits.
This story relied heavily on sex to demonstrate their strong attraction to each other. With each encounter, their feelings become more apparent. In the real world, sometimes love isn't obvious as first. Sometimes you realize you love someone after some time. The reason isn't obvious at first. It can be as simple as the way they make you feel when you're with them, or the security they offer. Maybe you have yet to experience a love like this or in general.
As for my story not making any sense, there are a bunch of people who understand it and have no issues keeping up with it.
My story has potential? Thanks! I've only been writing for 6 months. I am not perfect. I would like to see your work. Please, share it with me so that I can compare. Maybe next time you will use a real account and not a guest account.
To everyone else, thanks for liking my stuff and reading it. Thanks for all your positive comments. They really do make things worth it.
Without further ado, here's the next chapter. Let me know what you think of it or your thoughts on anything I have mentioned. Yes, I am also trying to update The Sub.
Santana serves two glasses of wine. One for herself and one for her best friend, Quinn. Santana had invited the girl to come over to catch up. There was no way she was going to have he rue the last to find about what changes have occurred or were occurring in her life. The last time she failed to tell Quinn about her decision to marry David, the blonde did speak to her for weeks. Now that she was divorcing him, she needed to tell Quinn.
Santana walks back to the living room with two glasses in her hands and offers one to Quinn before she walks back to the kitchen island to retrieve her cheese platter. The wooden board had various cured Italian meats and cheeses accompanied with nuts, olives, crackers, and grapes. Everything was aesthetically spread out.
Santana smiles when she sees her friend clap her hands and wiggle her butt into the couch in excitement.
"So, what did you need to tell me that required me to, and my, and I quote, cute little ass, over here?" Quinn questioned.
Santana sits down and traps on of her leg under the other, eats a slice of salami, and then takes a small sip from her red win.
"Remember, when I told you I was marrying David?"
Quinn nods, "I do. I remember telling you it was a bad idea and that it would bite you in the ass. I have to say. I am pretty surprised it lasted this long. I was for sure David would have caught on to your cheating ways. You get around."
Santana rolled her eyes. Quinn was easily her worst enemy. Their relationship was complicated. At first, they had thought the tension between them was due to unresolved feelings, but once they started dating, it was clear that they weren't going to work out. They have been best friends ever since. Quinn always tells her when she needs to tone down her bitchiness, or when she is making a huge mistake.
"Well, it turns out that you, Lucy Goosey, were right."
Santana smirks when Quinn rolls her eyes and throws a cracker at her. "Bitch, I told you about my past chubby self in secret."
"Serves you right for calling me a slut."
"I call 'em as I see 'em."
Santana rolls her eyes, "Anyway," Santana says, steering their conversation where she had intended it to go moments before. "I am leaving David," She says before she bites her lip, waiting for her best friend's response.
She takes another sip of her wine and gulps it down, hoping to get rid of the anxiousness causing her heart to beat rapidly. The feeling gets replaced with worry when Quinn starts coughing as the wine went down the wrong pipe. She pats her friends back to help her.
"Calm down, If you panic, it'll only make it worse."
Quinn does, and she swallows a few times before breathing deeply.
"You're leaving David?" She squeaks out with her voice, still sounding hoarse.
"Yes, I told him I was gay some nights ago."
"Shit," she says breathlessly. "Well, what did you tell him? What did he say?"
"Surprisingly well. He was devastated. He couldn't understand what happened. I told him the truth. He didn't know what to say. He wanted some time to process things. He said we'd discuss financial stuff when he was ready, and then he left. I haven't seen or heard from him since, but I will be giving him space."
Santana watches as Quinn processes what she's just told her with a shocked face.
"How are you?"
"Honestly?" She asks.
"I wouldn't be asking for any other reason, San. I know we give each other a hard time, but we've also always cared for each other. I genuinely care about you."
With that, flashes of her recent reunion with Brittany flash in her mind. The love confession, the getting to know each other between sessions of lovemaking, and their newfound closeness. Brittany was the reason she was the happiest she has ever been. She isn't sure if she can tell Quinn about her relationship with Brittany. She isn't sure if Quinn will understand.
"I am the happiest I've ever been."
Quinn smiles at her and raises an eyebrow. She wants to know why and who is responsible for her happiness.
"You cheeky bitch, you've met someone."
Santana can't fight the giggle that escapes her mouth. She's fucking smitten, and it is fucking ridiculous how one girl has reduced her to such a person. God, who am I? She thinks to herself.
"You can't even deny it," Quinn says with a smile.
Santana watches as Quinn puts down her wine on the coffee table. She also places hers on the table as well.
"Tell me who this mystery girl is. Where did you meet her? What's her name? How did she manage to reduce the oh-so-badass Santana into this mushy person in front of me?"
Her smile falters, not knowing how to respond to the many questions Quinn has asked. She is unsure of what to do. Should I answer the questions or avoid them altogether? Honesty, honesty, honesty. She repeats in her head.
"What I am about to tell you is going to shock you. I'll start with where I met her."
"I am waiting," Quinn says in a sing-song voice laced with impatience.
"I met her at Bembé back in June. She looked hot despite looking so sad. I mean it, I have never seen someone looking so sad at a place that I describe as a lesbian haven. She was the hottest one there, though, and you know me. I go for the hottest piece of ass."
"As long as they're blonde. You have a thing for blondes." Quinn quipped
"She is. I strutted over there confidently, and I don't think she even looked at me at first, but I never one to back down from a challenge, took her drink, gulped it down, and asked her to dance."
Santana bites her lip, remembering the night. There was this strong pull towards Brittany. Something she couldn't fight off. Once her eyes landed on Brittany. She couldn't look away. She'd stared at her for a while. She had decided that Brittany must have gone there to drink away her sorrows because there was no mistaking the look of sadness on her face. Santana shouldn't have approached her, but before she knew it, she was in front of her. She remembers how she looked more beautiful in front of her. Her blue eyes were glowing brightly despite the darkness in the club. Santana never felt so nervous in front of anyone ever in her life. The shot she took from Brittany gave her the courage to ask her to dance. Brittany had agreed. The rest of the night was unlike any other. That magnetic pull only increased with each passing minute. She couldn't pull away. She was utterly captivated.
"Understandably, no one can resist the sexy Santana Lopez. You fucked her. We both know how you roll."
"It was amazing. I had never felt like that. Sex with her was different. Everything about her was different. Not better necessarily, just so different than anyone else, and that made all the difference. We went a couple of rounds, and I fell asleep."
"You stayed with her? Lopez, she had you from the very first night."
Santana squints her eyes. She hadn't ever thought about it like that. She concludes that she was in denial even then.
"Looking back, it seems so. Anyway, I snuck out of there for obvious reasons."
Quinn nods and snacks on some grapes as she continues to listen.
Santana stops talking. All that is left is for Santana to tell Quinn Brittany's name. She'll know who it is. There are so many things to consider. Will Quinn Understand? What will she think when I tell her it's Brittany? They've hooked up. I won't have to explain Brittany's condition. Instead, I will have to explain why I started fucking my soon-to-be ex-husband's daughter behind his back. Her inner monologue is disrupted by Quinn.
"Then what?" Quinn asked, wanting to know more.
"I never thought I'd see her again, but I saw her the next morning."
"Eek, that must have been award?"
Santana chuckles, "Oh, you have no idea how true that statement is. As it turns out,'' Santana swallows, gathering her courage and words." ShewasDavid'sdaughter."
She watches closely as Quinn's face scrunched up in confusion, "What did you say?"
Santana closes her eyes before speaking, "She turned out to be David's daughter." She says more clearly.
She hears Quinn gasp in shock.
"Holy shit, Brittany? You fucked Brittany?" Quinn squealed as she was cluing everything together. "You're fucking Brittany? Freshman Brittany?"
"Yes, Brittany Pierce." She says after opening her eyes. The smile returns to her face faster than she can control it.
"Oh, god! You've got it so bad for her already."
"I can not help it. She is so amazing. Being with her makes time stop completely, and it feels like nothing but us exists. She is all I can focus on. I've never felt like this with anyone." She says with honesty. "I want to be my best for her." She adds.
Santana's smile fades as she continues to tell Quinn about what has transpired between her and Brittany since the beginning.
"Wait, you fell in love with each other without knowing each other?"
"I know, I know. It's not conventional, but we didn't exactly meet like other people. We started getting to know each other today with those cliche question games. I love her even more now. She is such a strong person. There's no one like her."
Quinn smiles at her, and she rolls her eyes. She knows Quinn is biting her tongue and not saying some of the things to tease her.
"Who knew you liked them young?" Quinn quipped.
Santana rolled her eyes. Of course, Quinn would return to her old self.
"I didn't exactly go around asking for her age. She was in the club, and I assumed she was of legal age. I was shocked when she turned up the next morning with David. It was only then that I found out her real age as David had told me about her. I know we shouldn't have happened, but I couldn't help it. She came on to me really strong, and like I've said, I lose all control when I'm with her. She is all I see, and I can't help but give in. Despite the shitty things I've done, she still loves me."
Quinn opens her mouth to take another jab at her best friend, but Santana speaks up, "Her birthday is in two weeks, not that it matters. Brittany is wise beyond her years. Age really is just a number. People won't understand now, but they will when she's older. In a few years, it won't even matter. They won't even think twice about it.
"What about her, Dad?" Quinn asks with seriousness.
Santana sighs. It wasn't clear how she and Brittany were going to handle that when they could no longer hide it. "We have agreed to keep our relationship a secret from him. Maybe we can tell him in the future or maybe we can't. For now, it is best we keep it from him."
"And your mother?"
Santana smiles sadly, "There was a time where I gave up a lifetime of freedom for her and her approval. I am older now, and I realize Brittany is worth losing everything. I've started a company. I have savings and investments. I've also recently gotten a good job, and I am almost graduating. I will be okay. I don't need her or her approval; I need Brittany."
"I knew you would get here someday. I am proud of you, Santana Lopez." Quinn says honestly.
The two best friends enjoy their evening for the remainder of the night before Quinn calls it a night. Santana enjoyed the rest of the night with a smile on her face. She has the girl, her best friend knows, and things were finally brightening up in her dark, dark world. It was all thanks to Brittany. The girl was up magic.
Brittany looks up at the hotel building once she exits the cab. The tall, tall skyscraper in front of her and the many around her, made her feel so small. The hundreds of windows appeared to be giant, bright stars the higher they got. She can hear the honking of horns from impatient drivers, a few curse words shouted out at pedestrians jaywalking, and the chatter from the people walking around her. Faintly, she can hear someone playing music on the distance.
She looks down at her phone to ensure she's got the right address and walks a few steps towards the right one. A slight hint of guilt returns as she stands in front of the tall skyscraper that her father has been staying in for the past couple of days.
The memories of yesterday and today run through her mind like a movie. Everything surrounding her newfound love is bittersweet. After having been through all the shitty things in her life, she found someone who makes everything worth it. The thought of the beautiful brunette that has shaken up her world makes her so badly want to get into another cab and return home but knows that she can't.
She sighs as she begins walking to the entrance. She is about to meet her father for the first time since their last lunch date. The last time they had spoken, her father had unknowingly given her the advice that warranted her running to Santana the moment she had heard about the pending divorce. Upon entering, the receptionist at the front office greets her and offers help, but she quickly explains that she is here to meet up with her father. As she enters the elevator and watches the numbers ascend, her anxiety begins to rise. She takes deep breaths, holds them in, and releases the in efforts to make her anxiety diminish. She has never been in this situation. She has never had to lie about who she was with. Knowing she can't tell her father about her and Santana is hard. It had been hard not to tell him about Santana's extramarital activities when she got to New York months ago. The guilt is going to kill her, but she doesn't have a choice.
"25,26,27…" she counts along with the red numbers as they rise.
Her heart rate begins to quicken with each new number. Her lungs feel like they aren't working. Her anxiety is at an all-time high, and like always, she feels like running. She wants to be anywhere but here. She wishes things were different and that her father hadn't married Santana. Very quickly, she takes that back.
"No, I wouldn't have met her otherwise," she thinks, aloud.
Her resolve only serves to create more turmoil inside her mind. Before she can over-analyze everything as she does when she is in this mental state, the ding inside the elevator goes off, indicating that she is finally on the floor her father is on. The whole elevator ride felt too long though she knows it was only a few minutes. Being the gentlewoman she is, she lets the older adults get off first before exiting the elevator herself.
One step, two steps, three steps; She counts her steps until she reaches the door with a metal plate with Suite 134 engraved on it. She takes one last deep breath, holds it in, and releases it to calm her nerves. She knocks on the door and swallows when she hears the commotion inside the room. She bites her lips when she hears the clicking of the door being unlocked. Her heart drops when she sees her father. Silently, she enters the apartment, and she follows him to the living room area. She watches as he makes an effort to clean the coffee table by placing all the empty beers in the container he brought them in.
She doesn't know whether to sit or stand and ends up staying there, awkwardly until she is in front of him anew. His blue eyes are pale in comparison to the dark circles under his eyes. Her beard is more prominent than she was used to seeing. His hair is a bit longer. He wasn't too unkempt. She could tell he was working still, but his clean-cut look could not hide the sorrow so evident in his face.
"Dad," she says painfully and immediately, she wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly.
He clears his throat before he says her name in greeting. She doesn't pull away for the longest time, and neither does he. She can hear him breathe out. With a tap on her lower back, Brittany pulls away.
Again her father clears his throat before he speaks, "It's so good to see you, Brittany."
His voice sounds tired. It shatters her heart. She is so used to seeing her father be so sure of himself, him sounding strong and always looking sharp. Brittany is a lot like him. She always has been. Growing up, she wanted to be like him. She is still like him. Strong, confident, and always looking at her best. It was a Pierce thing, he had told her once.
"How are you?"
With a tight-lipped smile, he tells her, "You would think divorcing someone would be easier the second time. It isn't. If anything, it is harder."
Brittany closes her eyes. He sounds so defeated. The guilt inside her increases a tenfold, but she has no choice, but to pretend it isn't there.
"Dad-" she starts off but can't think of anything to add.
Silence falls on them. Her father sits down and opens another beer. She sits next to him. This is a foreign sight for her. She doesn't recall her father ever being much of a drinker. She can't recall ever seeing him drink at all.
"How are you?" She asks, full of concern.
He takes gulps from the brown bottle and nods as he speaks, " I have been pretty busy with. I've been traveling a lot for work. I've picked up extra hours, managed to book even more clients. So, business is perfect. Probably the best numbers on record."
His voice is empty. He isn't as excited as he usually is when he talks about work. The spark is gone. Brittany did that. She is responsible for that. She attempts to speak, but her mouth can't formulate the words. Her eyes observe him. This is her father, but in this state, she doesn't recognize him at all. It scares her so much to see him like this. Her chest is heavy with emotion, and her anxiety over the whole situation has reached its peak, her chest heaves, and her throat tightens. She blinks her eyes rapidly, but it is no use. She can't stop the tears from her eyes or her runny nose. This shit sucks so fucking bad.
She pouts, and her lip quivers. Her emotions are too much. "I am so sorry," she says tearfully.
He puts his beer down and gets closer to her and hugs her.
"Honey B, you didn't do anything wrong. What's happening to Santana and me is not your fault."
The words only make her cry harder because she knows the truth. She knows how wrong her father is.
"I wish things were different," She confesses.
"I do, too." He affirms.
He holds her until her crying subsides. He had always been the best at consoling her. She realizes now how much she regrets all the years she didn't visit him out of spite because of what she thought was true. She had been wrong, and her father was a great man. He is a good man.
"You deserve to be happy." She tells him.
He nods but doesn't say anything and instead chugs the rest of his beer before placing the glass bottle onto the coffee table. Brittany's father abruptly gets up and makes his way over to his blazer and reaches into his wallet to retrieve something. He hands it to her and taking a seat next to again. Brittany accepts it and looks at him questionably.
"I got it from your mother when she found out she was sick. Before you knew before her cancer got worse."
It was his way of changing the subject, and Brittany knew it. She was grateful for it. She licks her lips and wipes her eyes with her sleep. She can't take her eyes off of the neatly folded paper. She could tell it had been opened and refolded many times over. The creases were deep, and the paper showed visible signs of wear and tear. Her father must have read it a hundred times over.
"What is it?" She asks, finally looking at him.
"A letter asking for forgiveness," He offers. "Your mother had a way with words. It was the thing I loved most about her. A true poet."
"I've read it a thousand times. I have memorized it. I think you need to read it. It'll help you understand your mother. I dropped a bomb on you the last time we spoke. I want to make clear that I forgave your mother. It took me a long time to get back up, but this letter helped. I will be okay. I need a little bit of time. "
She nods and puts the letter in her pocket, promising to read it later. Her father turns on the tv and tells her to get close to him, and she does. They order some pizza and enjoy watching cartoons together. She stays there for a few hours, and when her father burst out laughing at one of his favorite scenes, she smiles warmly at him. Even if it is temporary, she is glad to see him happy.
"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." He tells her as he hugs her, goodnight, "No matter what, don't ever forget that."
The words make her tighten her arms around him. "I won't," she promises and kisses him on the cheek before she walks away.
Once she hails a cab, Brittany's phone chimes. She reaches into her pocket for her phone, but her hand touches the letter in her pocket. Ignoring the phone, she retrieves the letter instead and carefully opens it.
"David,
There are many things I regret in life. The biggest regret I have is that I could have approached things differently. I should have communicated better. Instead, I let things happen as I did. For that, I am sorry.
I should never have let things end the way they did. You are the better person for trying to fight for me the way I should have fought for you. Our love was strong; it was intense. I forgot that like I had forgotten that you are and will forever be my one true love.
There is no way to say this to you, but I must. I am terminally ill. Do not feel sad for me, for I have lived a great life. I have experienced a love so strong and pure with you that I will remember it to my dying day. I am so blessed and thankful for Brittany. While I do regret many things in life, loving you is not one of them.
You are married to someone else, and she makes you happy. I have forgiven myself for my mishaps and how that you can forgive me, too. I lost you when I let you go, but I have the pleasure of sharing my life with the second love of my life, our daughter. I am sorry that she is stubborn, but one day you will be amazed at the wonderful woman she has come to be. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me, just like you. I am sorry I did not know how to love you. You deserved the best for forgiving me everything."
Brittany sniffles and closes her eyes, allowing the tears to fall from her eyes. She reads it again and again until the cab stops, and the drier lets her know she is at her destination. She folds the paper and stuffs it into her pocket. She quickly pays the driver before making her way into the building and up to her home.
She gets her house key out and is about to unlock it when Santana opens the door. She watches how Santana's smile fades, and a look of worry replaces her happiness.
"Baby, what-"
She cuts Santana off and gives her a chaste kiss, but Santana doesn't kiss back.
"Baby, wait what's-" Santana tries again.
Her hands come to cup Santana's face as she joins their foreheads together.
"Make me forget," Brittany whispers.
Brown eyes bore into hers for a moment. Brittany nods at the unasked question. Undoubtedly, Santana understands.
"Okay," Santana whispers.
With that, Brittany crashes their lips together again.
Santana's hands come up to Brittany's face where she feels her damped cheeks. Something about this is off, and although she wants nothing more than to fulfill Brittany's wishes, she can't.
"Baby," She tries again once she pulls away. Tears build up in her eyes, her throat tightens, and her breathing hardens. Brittany is usually confident, dominating, and strong. This version of her lover is a polar opposite. Her chest feels heavy from her seeing her this way. "Tell me what happened," she begs.
Santana watches as Brittany fails to speak. Brittany blinks several times rapidly before breaks down in front of her. She instantly wraps her into her arms and lets them fall to the ground. Brittany's body shakes and trembles as she cries in her arms. It pains her to see Brittany like this. Her heart breaks into a million pieces with each whimper Brittany makes. Her shirt is getting soaked with tears. She wishes more than anything she could take the pain away.
Santana closes her eyes tightly only to feel wetness coming down from her eyes. She, too, was crying.
She whispers into Brittany's hair, "It's okay, Baby, let it all out."