Santana walked into the office, where Brittany was working and shook her keys. "I need to run some errands, I'm going to take your jeep, is that okay?"

Brittany looked up and nodded. "Sure, where are you going?" She asked, looking her wife up and down, taking in her outfit. The Latina was wearing a pair of extremely distressed dark denim jeans that were tapered at the ankle, a white Balenciaga v neck cashmere tshirt, low top white leather Converse on her feet. She had her hair in a big bun on the top of her head, a pair of red Ray Ban aviator frames on her face hiding the thin layer of natural make up she was wearing, a brown and tan leather Louis Vuitton mask in her hand.

"Just to play taxi with Mackenzie, since she decided to joy ride the other day when she was supposed to go straight to get her prescription and come back home. So now she is my chauffeur all day." Santana smiled brightly. "Feeling okay, you look a little flushed." She then added.

Brittany nodded. "I feel fine," she replied. "Just been staring at the screen all morning, I really need to catch up on work today."

Santana raised an eyebrow and walked over to the glass fridge to the side and grabbed a bottle of red Gatorade, walking it over to Brittany, grabbing a small bag of pretzels from the basket in the corner and setting them on her lap. "Take a little break." She said softly, sitting on the arm of the couch behind Brittany, allowing her wife to relax into her embrace for a moment. She peppered kisses to the top of Brittany head, happy to see her open the pretzels right away. "Need anything while I'm out?"

"I don't think so." Brittany shook her head, tossing a pretzel in her mouth as Santana rested her chin on her shoulder, wrapping her arm around her other shoulder. "I can't think of anything, at least."

"I love you." Santana replied softly, kissing Brittany on the neck.

"I love you, too, baby." Brittany replied back right away, turning her head to catch Santana's lips before holding a pretzel up to her mouth, laughing when Santana playfully nibbled on her fingers.

"I thought you would be ready." Mackenzie whined as she walked in the office, "I just walked through the whole damn house looking for you, and you are in here having foreplay with momma."

Santana looked up quickly, "do you like having all 32 of your teeth?" She asked. "I'll knock every single damn one out. Watch your damn mouth when you speak to me. Show some respect." She snapped.

Mackenzie sighed. "Sorry."

"You're my driver for the day," Santana replied, standing up and tossing the keys at Mackenzie. She bent down and kissed Brittany again on the lips, "see you later, baby. I love you." She added, kissing all over her face, causing Brittany to blush before walking past Mackenzie. Mackenzie turned on her heels to follow her mother but Brittany stood up quickly.

"Close the door and sit your butt down." Brittany said harshly.

Mackenzie sighed and closed the door, turning around. "Yes momma."

Brittany shook her head. "I know this is hard for you, no sixteen year old wants to be forced to sit in the house with their parents and siblings day in and day out. I get that, totally do. I have no idea what it's like being a teenager through this. I can only imagine how it feels to have everything on hold for you, your career, school, you can't see your friends, your boyfriend...it's a lot...I get that." Brittany sighed. "But, this attitude...I am tired of it. I don't like the way you speak to your mom and I don't like the way you speak to me. It will stop Mackenzie, and dammit I mean it."

"I said sorry." Mackenzie mumbled.

"Yes, but did you mean it? Commenting on your mother's and I sex life is so inappropriate and disrespectful." Brittany continued. "This isn't the first time you've gotten beside yourself and mentioned it. We are grown, we are married, and it's none of you kids business what we do behind closed doors."

"I said sorry...damn, drop it already momma." Mackenzie snapped. "You and mommy walk around here groping each other all the time, who knows what I could have walked in on if I was a few moments later. You have a whole wing of the house for your sexcapades."

"Watch it Mackenzie, stop while you're ahead." Brittany shook her head.

"No, I'm sick of this shit...we can't ever say a word in this house that you two don't like, it's the truth, maybe if you didn't have sex all over the house all the time..."

Without thinking Brittany reached up and smacked Mackenzie across the face, just as Santana walked back in the office.

"Who the hell are you talking to like that? I am your mother and you will show me some damn respect, Mackenzie. I'm tired of this." Brittany stated sternly. Mackenzie matched her mother's glare and took a step towards as Santana cleared her throat and walked deeper in the office, slamming the door behind her. "What did I miss?" She asked lowly, narrowing her eyes at her daughter, who was now red in the face, a mixture of anger and pain. "Go...to the car... now...before I lose my fuckin patience." Santana stared at Brittany, who was still glaring at Mackenzie. "Now!" Santana turned and yell in her face.

Mackenzie turned and quickly left the room as Santana moved to stand in front of Brittany, gently grabbing both of her hands. "Are you okay?"

Brittany nodded. "Yes, I'm fine." She sat back down on the couch, picking her up her iPad and going back to work.

Santana raised an eyebrow at her, she knew Brittany needed to process what happened and didn't want to press her so she nodded. "I am going to swing through the grocery store, any requests for dinner?"

"Surprise me." Brittany smiled softly.

"Oooo la la." Santana laughed. "See you later." She nodded, leaning down and pressing her lips to Brittany's forehead, squeezing her shoulder before walking away.

Noah knocked lightly on the office door before sticking his head in, "hey momma, you put a meeting on my calendar?"

Brittany was stretched out on the couch, watching footage from some of her more advanced students, and taking notes. She glanced up and nodded, "one second." She stated softly, scribbling something on the screen before setting her iPad on the couch and walking over to her desk, sitting down and motioning for Noah to sit down. "I want to talk to you about your mom."

"Something wrong?" Noah asked.

"Not necessarily wrong, but...Noah you need to stop taking advantage of your mother." Brittany said sternly. "I want the games to stop, and to stop now."

"Excuse me?" Noah raised an eyebrow.

"I know you indirectly forced your mom back into singing, and I don't appreciate it. I know Santana has been giving you hundreds of thousands of dollars as well. Stop taking advantage of her. You have been doing this since you were a child." Brittany stated sternly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Noah shrugged.

"Dammit, Noah I'm not playing." Brittany snapped. "You have this weird hold over Santana, and you know it. Stop it, and stop it now."

Noah scoffed, "my relationship with my mother is none of your business." He stood up quickly. "I didn't force her or trick her into singing, if you actually took the time to listen to what mom wants sometimes, you would know that." He cleared his through before standing up and leaving the office.

Brittany leaned forward and screamed into her hands before taking a deep breath and going back to her iPad, picking it up harshly and turning the video back on.

Carter, who was walking past the office, bumped into Noah and glanced in at Brittany, before looking back at his brother, raising an eyebrow, but continuing on down the hall to the laundry room.

Mackenzie drove silently down the street, Santana singing loudly along with the radio from the backseat. She rolled her eyes as she glanced at her mother in the mirror, Santana staring down at her phone while she texted Mercedes, before laughing loudly at the screen.

"Eyes on the road, baby Blondie." Santana replied, lifting her ice coffee and taking a slow sip. "I'll be here every time you look back." She paused, "whoa...deja vu moment." She smiled to herself while shrugging.

"How many stores do we need to go to?" Mackenzie asked.

Santana shrugged. "I don't know, until you bore me enough that I don't want to be around you anymore." She replied. "Or until you learn some respect. I'm truly lost at the disrespect. What I witnessed between you and Brittany was totally unacceptable. If that were you talking to my mom or abuela you would still be lying on the ground."

"Your mom hit you?" Mackenzie asked.

"No." Santana shook her head. "I respected my elders, whatever my mom or abuela said I respected. I would never dream of saying the things to her that you say to us. Never."

Mackenzie sighed. "Sorry."

Santana ignored her and continued to stare at her phone. "Why didn't you get a car for your sweet sixteen?" She set her phone down and looked up, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"You caught me and Alejandro in my room." Mackenzie mumbled.

"Right, what were you do doing?" Santana asked, "I don't remember, refresh my memory?"

"Mom..."

"Mackenzie."

"You walked in as he was putting on a condom." Mackenzie exhaled deeply.

"The levels of disrespect." Santana shook her head. "I don't understand."

"Noah and Carter both got caught with girls in the house, and they still got cars."

Santana looked up quickly. "Turn the radio off, so you can hear me." Once the radio was off, Santana cleared her throat. "Hannah got Madison with her shirt off, yes, they weren't having sex, and they weren't naked. Yes, I caught Noelle with her shirt off straddling Ashton, and Carter, surprisingly never got cuaght with a girl in his room."

"But..."

"But we didn't catch them naked in bed, Mackenzie. I know you feel like this is a double standard, and maybe it is, I don't know...I don't care. That was completely disrespectful, and you know it. You thought your mother and I were still in Australia, and you knew Grammy was gone to a show. It's the lying, the sneaking around, the disrespect, and the other hundreds of things you did that was rude, inappropriate, unprofessional, snarky...that list can go on and on." Santana sighed. "You are blessed beyond belief, Mackenzie, there are millions of girls that would love to be in your place, that would be grateful for everything they have, the way your mom and I buy you anything you want. You have a dream career for a teenager, older brothers who dote on you, amazing friends, you have seen the fuckin world, been to all fuckin 50 states, even the boring ones, your life is a dream, a literal dream. You can pick up the phone and call Rihanna if you want, Beyonce texts you, you went to grab Starbucks with Zayn a few months ago, he called you because he was in town. You're boyfriend is a model. Your mothers are fuckin Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce! Mercedes Jones is at your disposal. Mercedes! Aside from the all the glitz and glam you have in your life, you go home to a warm bed every night, and a fridge full of food, yet you..." Santana paused and shook her head. "Take me home. You are so ungrateful, and it's disgusting me right now. I think I threw up in my mouth a little actually, and I had a grapefruit for breakfast, so thank you for that as well, now my mouth feels gross."

Mackenzie nodded and turned to head back to the Lopez-Pierce, she reached to turn up the radio, but stopped when Santana spoke up. "Leave it off."

"Sorry, mommy." Mackenzie whispered, Santana didn't hear her and instead continued to look out of the window, wiping a tear from her eye, a sudden wave of anger and resentment covering her.

7pm

Santana sat in the studio, listening to beats while putting together some ideas for songs, her mind was still racing with the events of the day, stemming from watching Brittany slap Mackenzie, to the conversation she then had with her daughter afterwards. Brittany was quiet the majority of the afternoon, burying herself in work down in her office. When Santana and Mackenzie arrived back home, Brittany was napping on the couch, waking up for a few minutes when Santana walked in to greet her and let her know she was back home. She sent out a family text that everyone was on their own for dinner, before calling Mercedes and asking her to stop by.

"Hey Snixx." Mercedes smiled, knocking on the door as she walked in the studio.

Santana looked up and smiled slightly. "Hey Cedes."

"I would hug you but...you know..." Mercedes teased as Santana jumped up and hugged her tightly. "Hey...you okay?"

"I don't know." Santana sighed. "This whole pandemic is starting to get to me..."

Mercedes nodded, handing Santana a plate of food. "I gave Brit hers upstairs."

Santana opened the plate and licked her lips at the braised short ribs, baked macaroni, greens, candied yams, and corn bread. "Thanks!" She beamed.

"Talk to me." Mercedes cleared her throat and leaned back in the chair, opening the bottle of vanilla Coke she had with her. "You and Brit having problems?"

"No...we are actually handling the pandemic okay, we went through a little rough patch when I came out of retirement, but talked it through. We are doing better than I thought we would, better than Brittany thought. We are doing okay, nothing out of the ordinary with us. I just..." Santana groaned. "Be thankful you don't have a daughter."

Mercedes raised an eyebrow, "Trouble in Mack Attack land?"

"Trouble even isn't the word." Santana sighed, before eating a forkful of her macaroni. "The pandemic is supposed to united families and bring us all together. I really thought this time would be used to bond with Mack. We've had such a disconnect with her the past year or so. Everything is a struggle."

Mercedes stared at her sympathetically while she thought of what to say. "Teenage years are rough, remember how we were, and multiple it by a million because of the pandemic."

"This feels different Cedes." Santana shook her. "Fuck, you are such an amazing cook...how did you do the short rib?"

"Low and slow, it's all in the seasoning babe." Mercedes laughed. "It's a seasoning blend my sister and I put together."

"Market this shit." Santana told her eating a forkful of greens. "Seriously, everything you cook is just...wow."

Mercedes laughed. "It's my latest business venture...a line of seasoning." She pulled out her iPad and held up the screen, showing Santana the mockup designs of the bottle.

Santana chugged half of her bottle of water while sliding through, pausing and choking when she saw her name on a few bottles. "Racist bitch." She laughed when her name was listed on taco seasoning.

Mercedes laughed loudly. "You make bomb ass tacos Santana, and I know you make your own seasoning blend, it's not racist." She smirked before laughing again, "okay it looks a way, but keep scrolling."

Santana nodded with a big smile while scrolling past and noticing her name on a bottle of cajun garlic bread seasoning, and a bottle of seasoning for grilled chicken. "These are awesome, babe."

"Partner with me, you are one on the best cooks I know." Mercedes shrugged.

"What's the buy in?"

"I'll have my people send over some contracts and money points." Mercedes told her.

"Sweet, thanks Cedes." Santana nodded.

"But back to Mackenzie, what's going on?"

"Today was just a lot, she's so disrespectful, I would never dream of talking to my elders like that." Santana replied. "I just had a day...so thanks for coming to work on this song with me, and for dinner. You seem to always know when I need your cooking."

"I can always tell in your voice when you need some of my cooking, I can't explain, it's a friend intuition thing I guess."Mercedes stared at her and nodded. "Do you know why she's been acting out?"

"I know, I know, I know...you are going to say we didn't whoop them enough." Santana rolled her eyes.

Mercedes nodded, "that's obvious." She shrugged, "I mean, see if she's okay with the change in fame she has now."

Santana raised an eyebrow, "you don't think she's struggling with her career, do you?"

"She might be, you know when it comes to certain things she's dealing with, you are Santana the singer, and Brittany the choreographer. She might be under a lot of stress and sure how to explain it to you." Mercedes replied. "You know I'm not excusign the disrespect, but you know you daughter...you know if something is going on or not."

Satnana groaned. "I don't wanna be a parent anymore. Santana groaned. "I don't wanna be a parent anymore, or a wife, or anything...I just want to float through space and just be."

Mercedes stared at her and could tell that Santana was going to start spiraling so she chewed on her lip, while she thought of how to approach the situation. "I know you better than anyone else in this world, well, aside from Brittany, would you agree?"

Santana nodded while she continued to eat. "Totes."

"Get yourself together, so you can run your household." Mercedes stated simply. "You are starting to spiral, I can feel it, if you need to take a day where you lock yourself in a guest room and just relax, or hang out down here, do that...do not let yourself spiral."

11pm

Santana walked in the bedroom and saw Brittany laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She glanced at her and walked to the bathroom, running a hot bubble bath, before stripping off of her clothes and walking back in the living room. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Brittany's forehead to get her attention, once they locked eyes she smiled softly.

"Take a bath with me, then we can cuddle and get a good night's sleep." Santana smiled.

Brittany sighed and nodded. "Okay." She followed Santana to the bathroom and began to strip down as Santana began to light candles around and dim the lights.

"Come on in, babe." Santana stepped in first and extended her hand out to Brittany, helping her in.

"This feels good." Brittany said softly before being overcome with tears and leaning on Santana's chest, sobbing. "I can't believe I hit her."

Santana exhaled and hugged Brittany tightly.

ANNOUNCEMENT

In the next couple of weeks I will be posting the final chapters of Share My World and All In Love Is Fair. I will no longer be writing any more multichapter stories, because they get to long and updates aren't as quick as some of you like.

I will this story going while we continue to navigate through the pandemic.

I know a lot of you still read Fanfiction for various reasons still, so since I do still have story ideas I will make them super long one shots, where they might be 5 or 6 chapters in one. So if you see any new stories are posted, and notice word count is outrageous, 15,000+ words or something like that, you'll know it's a complete story in one chapter. I do have several ideas on what I can write about, if you have any ideas feel free to let me know, and I'll see if I can make it into a story worth writing, and worth reading.