A/N: thank you so much for your reviews! I greatly appreciated your wonderful remarks. Although a person (well multiple) people asked that I should not delete my story. Well, I already have on Wattpad. If you want to continue reading my other stories, they are fanfiction net. :)
Anyways, enjoy this second chapter!
CHAPTER TWO
Santana walked inside Lucas' room to check if her boy is sleeping. Apparently when she came inside, the boy was definitely asleep. Soundly. The Latina smiled at her son. She knew that Lucas and her don't spend much time together because Santana is always busy at work. She felt bad that she consider herself a bad mother. Oh how much she wanted Hazel to come back, she missed her dearly.
After a long hot bath, she was now on her bed, reading a book. But, she wasn't really focused on the book, she was thinking about Lucas' teacher. This is bad, I shouldn't be thinking about this woman. I love Hazel, only Hazel. Santana thought, even though her wife is now dead. Brittany probably has a husband or at least a boyfriend, so Santana wouldn't have any chance.
She just shrugged and threw her book at the nearest small couch, and turned off the lights. Drifting to a dreamless sleep.
"Thank you for coming and getting your daughter'a report card, Mrs. Rodriguez." Brittany said with a cheerful tone at the woman. Once the woman walked out of the classroom, Santana and Lucas came inside, making Brittany smile a little.
"Ah! Mrs. Lopez!"
"Please, just Santana—I mean, call me Santana." Santana said with a smile and shook Brittany's hand once again. Oh god, her hand. It's so soft—stop it!
"I-I'll try Mrs—I mean Santana," Brittany murmured. "Anyways, shall we start the meeting?"
"Uh, sure!" Santana replied, quickly grabbing a chair behind her so she can sit across Brittany. Brittany smiled at Lucas and told him that he should go to the corner and play some of the toys. Lucas nodded and went to the corner, leaving Brittany and Santana alone.
Brittany finally sat down and grabbed the card beside her, quickly giving it to Santana. Their hands connected once again, and it totally made Brittanys stomach flutter. When Santana finally has the card, she smiled at Brittany softly and sighed.
"So, if you open the report card, you can see his grades," Brittany said. "Lucas is a very nice boy in this classroom. He's sweet and really generous, he gives his classmates his snack if they don't have any."
"He's very giving, after all, he got that from his mom." Santana chuckled.
"Y-yes," Brittany stuttered and tried to avoid eye contact with Santana, because she knew herself that once she looks at her, she won't control herself and tell her that she has a crush on her. "But I'm concerned the way he acts sometimes. He would tend to tell me that, you don't give much time to your son?"
"Uh," Santana looked flabbergasted. She wanted to object that but it was true, she doesn't give much time to Lucas. There's nothing she could do but tell Brittany straight forward, "Y-You see, I have a really hectic job. And when I say hectic, it's really tight. I could only bring and pick him up from school then I'm off to work. It's kind of hard being a single mother."
"Yes, that's true but, sometimes when a parent doesn't give attention to the child, the child could have some problems. Meaning that the child could develop some "lack" of attention."
"I understand where you are coming from, Brittany. Don't worry," Santana murmured disappointedly and couldn't help herself but to look down. "I just want the best for my son."
"I know that, Santana. And I could try helping you. Maybe I could you know-"
"How about this, if you don't mind visiting us everyday? I mean Lucas, I don't get to help him with my homework so if you could try uh..helping me?" Santana asked with a soft tone. Brittany almost choked, did I just hear her correctly? Me going to her house? Is this for real?
"I mean.."
"I'll pay you, don't worry," Santana said with a smile. "Just please, could you help me?"
Well, she's asking nicely so..
"S-sure!" Brittany said meekly. Santana curved her lips up and replied, "Thank you so much! You're the best!"
"It's not a problem, I could tutor him too."
"That would be awesome." Santana sighed happily and leaned back on her chair, admiring the teacher's face. If Santana would be honest, Brittany is probably the most beautiful girl that she has ever seen. Her wife would always be so gorgeous but Brittany? God, she took Santana's breath away easily. Brittany has that cute childish face with a slim waist—curvy actually. Yeah sure she is tall but, Santana knew she could be taller if she wore heels. In fact, the Latina could stare and watch Brittany's body forever.
Brittany noticed Santana's gazing. She wanted to stare back at her but, it would be bad. Santana probably hasn't gotten over her wife and she wouldn't want to squeeze in. Plus, she never liked women before! Only guys but the idea of having a crush on Santana is making her heart melt.
"Um," Brittany quickly stood up and looked down at her feet, not wanting to look at Santana. Santana stood up as well and stand right in front of Brittany. The teacher looked up and shook Santana's hands again. "It's good seeing you again, Mrs—I mean Santana. I am looking forward to the tutoring for Lucas."
"I was hoping if you could do it now?" Santana said in a low-whispering voice. Brittany gulped dryly and nodded slowly. "S-sure!"
"Alright then, uh..do you have a car? Or a-"
"Actually, I just walk home."
Santana nodded slowly, and humming.
"Then come with us," she murmured softly and gestures her on the way out. "We will take you there."
Hazel,
I miss you like crazy. You don't know how much I want to see you again, baby. Me and Lucas are doing well, he's a big boy now and he is really good in school. Although for me, I'm not doing so good. I'm failing, babe. I can't do anything right anymore.
But there's this girl, who is brighten up my moods.
I know, I know, I promised you you're the only woman that I'm ever going to love. But, I can't be miserable forever, right? This girl is making me..crazier. I don't know if I should ask her out or I don't know. But, I want to be in a relationship again. However, I love you.
I think I need to let you go.
But, I don't know how.
Please, baby.
- Santana
Santana writes letters for Hazel. Although she keeps it a secret, because it makes her look crazy. She ripped off the paper from the spiral notebook and puts it in a small box, where she keeps all her letters for her dead wife. She sighed lowly and placed the box inside her closet. She realized that she has been in her room for too long and decided to go downstairs to check on Brittany and Lucas. The good thing is Santana has a day-off, so, she could get to talk with Brittany.
Maybe.
"That's good! You're doing such a good job!" Santana looks at the both of them, sitting on the chair, on the dining area. Brittany gives Lucas a big high five and laughed. Suddenly, blue eyes met the dark ones. Santana was staring at her, even Brittany.
Santana wanted to look away but, staring at her eyes makes her so..mesmerized. How she thought that this woman is so innocent that she could take care of her, how she wanted to touch her soft cheeks against her knuckles.
That could not happen.
No.
So, the Latina looked away from her eyes and smiled down at the floor. Brittany noticed the Latina getting uncomfortable so she changed the intense atmosphere with a sudden sentence.
"I should go home."
That made Santana bolted her head up to look at her and shook her head, not that she wanted her to stay but (well she kind of wanted her to stay, badly actually) but more of the she wanted to give her dinner. Or at least a couple of beers, if that's even appropriate.
"N-No! Stay, please." The Latina said with a sudden smile. Brittany nodded slowly and looked away from her quickly, not wanting to give that gaze again. The Latina mentally gives a punch in the air. God, sometimes she acts like a child.
After 30 minutes, the Latina was almost done with their spaghetti for dinner. Lucas was in the living room, probably watching shrek for a million times that Santana even memorized the lines of the movie. Brittany was sitting on the dining table, quietly. Santana wanted to slap herself for being so awkward, God, I should bring up a conversation.
"Do you like spaghetti?" Santana said out of the blue. Of course she does, maybe—I don't-
"Yeah! It's my favorite dish actually." said Brittany with a meek tone. The Latina swore she felt a smile crept on her face, good thing that she wasn't facing her "crush". That sounds like a high school thing.
"Cool because, I love them too."
Silence slowly crept in again, but then she heard Brittany say, "You have a lovely home."
Santana chuckled at her response, "It's not an expensive home but, thanks."
"It doesn't really matter how much is your house is, at least it's beautiful because of how you clean it."
"Maybe, whatever." Santana murmured lowly and continued to stir the sauce.
"What do you do for a living?" Brittany asked randomly.
"I do sales, I'm an employee. But, I always wanted to be a music producer." Did I say too much?
"That's nice."
"How about you? What do you do—shit sorry, you are a teacher." Santana mentally slaps herself on the face. Sometimes she's a dumb ass.
"Yeah but, I wanted to be a dancer."
"You'd be a great one." The Latina said with a wholehearted tone. Brittany smiled softly and looked away from her and played with her nails.
"If I may ask, how old are you?"
Well that caught Santana's attention right away.
"I'm 28, you?"
"25."
Santana nodded slowly, having thoughts that she probably has a husband already. Or a girlfriend. But, if she were to be honest, Brittany doesn't even look 25. She looks more like a teenager than an adult.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Santana asked without even thinking of what she was suppose to say. Damn it! I'm going to look so creepy now-
"No, actually. I just broke up with my ex like 3 months ago. Um, why do you ask?"
So, there's no husband. No boyfriend either. Maybe I could—no, Santana. You can't. You love your wife right?
"B-because I w-wanted to ask. Maybe you needed to spend time with—fuck."
"Language." Brittany mumbled softly and looked down on her hands, not knowing what to say next. Santana sighed and turned off the stove. She quickly poured sauce on a bowl and placed it on the table. She smiled cheerfully and said, "Well, dinners ready."
"It smells good." Brittany whispered with a blush on her face that Santana already noticed. Santana chuckled and called her son and they all gathered and ate dinner peacefully.
After a quiet dinner, Brittany finally decided to go home. So, she quickly gave a wave to Lucas and head outside of the Lopez home. Santana was right behind her and was a little shy to say goodnight.
"Um, thank you, Brittany. For looking after my son. I will pay you double-"
"It's not a problem, y-you don't need to pay me double cash."
Santana tried to convince her but Brittany quickly said no. So, she gave in and nodded with a small smile. Brittany tap her shoes on the ground because she didn't want to make it awkward between them. Santana scratched her nape nervously and whispered,
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Santana." Brittany said with really beautiful tone and slowly walked away from Santana's porch. The Latina hated to see her go, her stomach turning and making her dizzy.
Well, at least they had a conversation. Even though it was quite awkward.
Hazel,
I made a conversation with Brittany. Well, it wasn't that deep but..it was a good start. You know, I'm starting to feel something. Not feelings for her though, but like the feeling of butterflies on your stomach. The fluorescent of vanilla of hers has been aching through my nose, but I love it. For some reason, I want to be near around her. I want to..ask her out.
But, I can't. Because I still love you, and I will always love you.
But fuck Haze, I can't be single forever.
I don't know.
Let's see in the future, okay?
Love you.
- Santana xxxxxxx
"Wait hold up, you brought Lucas' teacher at your home?!" Quinn exclaimed with a tease. Santana rolled her eyes and continued to type on her computer, so her boss wouldn't notice her making conversations with Quinn.
"Yeah. Well for school purposes only."
"You're so fucking dumb, did you know that?"
"What does that fucking mean, Q?" Santana said with a glare right through her eyes. Quinn knew that her joke wasn't that good, so she apologized quickly to Santana.
Santana doesn't like to get insulted. She never does.
"I mean, why would you bring her to your home just to help your son? It's pretty obvious that you like her."
"That's not it, Quinn."
"Well, it looks like it," she sighed lowly and continued to drink her cup of coffee on her hands. "Listen, we have a party this weekend, wanna go?"
If there's one thing about Santana is, she doesn't like bars. Or big parties. She's more of an indoor person. Like having wine inside her home or at least vodka. Anything with alcohol. Just, she doesn't like dancing.
Include singing.
"Nah, I'll just stay home with Lucas. I want to spend time with him, I missed so much." Santana said with a hidden smile on her face. The thoughts of Brittany was in her mind again, and she couldn't stop thinking about those perky lips. How much she wants to touch them.
"Alright, that's a good decision."
"Yep," Santana said. "Okay, can I borrow your printer? I gotta print these shits."
"Aight."
"Mama!" Lucas screamed and runs to Santana's waist, hugging her tightly. Santana chuckled and dropped her sling bag on the floor, carrying her son and kissed him on the temple.
"Hello, Mijo. How are you?"
"I'm okay, are we going to watch a movie tonight?" Lucas said with those hopeful brown eyes. Santana wiggled her eyebrows, sign that it's a yes.
"Yay! Can we watch Shrek?"
Santana hates that movie so much, because Lucas watches it on repeat. It annoys her a lot but, when Lucas loves it, then she'll give in. "Whatever you want mijo." Santana whispered and kissed his temple once again.
As Santana and Lucas watch the movie quietly on their couch, Lucas mumbled something that Santana didn't catch. "What is it, Lucas?"
"Do you miss mommy?" Lucas whispered with a frighten tone. Usually, Santana doesn't like to hear Lucas saying "mommy." Because before, it would wreck Santana. She would tend to scream and let Lucas out of her room for hours. She knows that it's bad parenting but, she couldn't control her emotions at that time. And she regrets it.
"Y-yeah, I miss her a lot. Why is that, baby?"
"Because I want a new one."
Santana knows that Lucas isn't insulting Hazel, and she understands him. Because, it's been only her and Lucas for a year. And her boy wants another mom, which she understands. Santana thought that it would be complicated because she hasn't moved on from Hazel yet, but she tried to control her emotions and replied with a sweet tone,
"I don't know, Lucas. We will know soon, okay?"
"Okay, mama."
"Alright, baby. Now let's continue to watch the movie." Lucas snuggled on Santana's belly and continued to watch shrek. While he was watching shrek, Santana was thinking about Brittany again. Having thoughts of holding her hand, or at least take her somewhere in a beautiful place.
"She sounds like a good person!" Brittany's roommate, Sam Evans, who has been Brittanys best friend ever since she got to Brookville. Her and Sam have a really good sister/brother relationship, they never thought each other as more than friends. They just kept it that way.
"Yeah, she does. Although her wife died on a plane crash."
"That's a bummer, I'm so sorry to hear that."
"She seems like she's okay, I hope."
Brittany, cannot stop thinking about Santana. After when she visited the Lopez home, all she thinks about is her.
"But, I have a feeling that she'll like you!"
"You think?" Brittany said with those puppy eyes. Sam nodded eagerly and eat his bag of chips.
"Yeah! Just, have hope, okay?"
Have hope, Brittany.