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TW: ***Some very explicit/NSFW scenes in this part just to warn you***
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Kenai loved having the fun-loving, bubbly blonde girl around all the time. Brittany was so grateful for this as she wasn't sure how the toddler would adjust to such a big change of having a new adult around as a constant presence in his life in addition to his mom, who was all he had ever known.
"Oh God, as if you weren't already his favourite person in the universe," Santana chuckled as Brittany let herself into her apartment that day. She was gazing at Brittany with unabashed fondness as she walked in bearing a new gift for Kenai that made the toddler's face light up in excitement. She kissed Santana on the cheek in greeting. "You're sweet but really Britt, he has way too many toys already from Abuela and I. You didn't have to. He's so spoiled."
Neither of them mentioned it but Brittany knew Santana was conscious of her making less money and didn't want her spending a fortune on toys for Kenai. She always offered to pay her back for anything Brittany bought for him but the blonde never would accept it.
"It's totally fine. Every little boy needs these things, trust me." Brittany assured her with a cheery smile. Even though Santana would never admit it because she liked to present herself as the tough mom, Brittany knew that no one spoiled Kenai more than the dark-haired lawyer herself.
"Look what she gave me, Mami! It's red!" Kenai shouted happily, pointing at the bright fire engine red toy she was holding.
"Yep, that's right. Your favourite colour!" Brittany told him brightly. It made her so happy that Kenai was always thrilled with whatever she gave him.
"Thank you, Mommy!"
Santana eyed the two of them warily, keeping her distance as Kenai chased Brittany with the water gun she had bought him. The large, striped gray cat in the apartment also scampered under the table at the same time Santana went to hide out in her bedroom when Kenai was getting a little too wild.
"Hey you two, you should only play outside with those things." Santana reminded them. Kenai was laughing his head off as Brittany held him upside down by his ankles, like he loved her to do and the water guns were quickly forgotten.
What the boy seemed to love most of all, aside from everything else about Brittany - and aside from Lord Tubbington, who Brittany had somehow convinced a very reluctant Santana needed to move in with them into Santana's apartment because he was "lonely" - were the snacks she always brought over with her.
Both Brittany and Kenai had a huge sweet tooth and loved any kind of junk food, turning up their noses whenever Santana tried to get them to eat anything healthy. Santana didn't quite understand this but she found it endearing anyway even though she sometimes grumbled.
Kenai wasn't allowed to have too many snacks, except as an occasional treat and he didn't like that rule very much but Santana was adamant about it.
They were watching a movie together with Kenai one night, the three of them cuddled together on the couch in a way that felt so wonderfully domestic and Brittany could imagine doing this with them forever.
Brittany had announced a junk food feast and movie night for the three, after a particularly stressful work week for Santana. Kenai was captivated by all of the chips and popcorn Brittany had put out for the three of them, along with all kinds of chocolates and candies in brightly coloured wrappers that he had never seen before.
When Kenai was watching the movie Finding Nemo with rapt attention - neither he or Santana had seen it before, much to Brittany's shock - and not paying attention to the two adults, Santana took a chance and sneakily leaned in close to Brittany.
She connected their lips for a moment while Brittany closed her eyes, giving in to the sweet kiss as Santana wrapped her arms around her, keeping her locked in her embrace. To both of their surprise, Kenai shrieked when he saw them and jumped on them.
"No!" Kenai squealed, immediately pushing his way in between the two of them to break them apart and burying himself in Brittany's chest. Santana frowned in confusion and irritation, her eyebrows raised when he put his little hand on her cheek, pushing his mom away and wouldn't let her get close to Brittany. "My mommy!"
"Hey you," Santana scolded him jokingly, amusement in her voice. She was confused because Kenai had always been so determined to get her and Brittany together. "Britt is my friend!"
"No!" Kenai shouted, pointing at Santana threateningly like he always did when he wanted to argue with her, which was a habit he had picked up straight from his biological mother. "No" always seemed to be his favourite word these days. "Mommy is my princess!"
The two women couldn't help but giggle at Kenai's jealousy, as he shrieked again and even started blubbering dramatically when Santana gave Brittany another tiny kiss purposely to see his reaction, puffing out his cheeks and glaring at both of them ferociously.
Santana pretended to steal Brittany away from him and dip kissed her like a dramatic movie scene, chuckling at the outraged look on the toddler's face. He even pouted, glaring at Brittany as well when she kissed Santana's cheek.
"Oh, sorry, Sweetie. I'm not allowed to kiss Mami?" Brittany asked in an innocent tone, holding back a laugh as Kenai crossed his arms in a Santana-like fashion to show his displeasure.
"I thought you wanted me to have a girlfriend?" Santana added with a teasing smile.
"No no no!" He yelled.
Santana and Brittany shared an amused look with each other and began to laugh.
"Aw, I'm sorry, Baby Kitten. I'm all yours." Brittany ruffled his hair when he remained stubbornly angry at them for the next five minutes. The two adults eventually pulled him in close, hugging him tightly between them and sat him on Brittany's lap, which made him happy and smug again like a little prince, giving Santana haughty looks as if he had "won" their little imaginary tug of war for Brittany.
Brittany smiled softly to herself, thinking about how affectionate and loving the little one was and running a hand through Kenai's soft, dark hair as he curled up against her, laying his head on her chest. His body was so warm, like a little electric blanket just like Santana's, contrasting with Brittany, whose skin always felt so cold to the touch no matter what.
She couldn't help but think this felt totally natural, as if they had known each other their whole lives and she felt a pang in her heart, wishing that somehow Kenai was her child, despite telling herself that she was being ridiculous. For a fleeting moment, she felt this yearning to carry a child who would look exactly like Kenai, with the same soft, dimpled smile on his lovely face and dark curls.
"What are you thinking about?" Santana asked gently, watching Brittany closely with a playful smile and jolting her from her thoughts. She felt her face flood with heat as she glanced into dark eyes that shone with amusement. "You looked like you were lost in dreamland there for a moment, Britt."
"I…" Brittany hesitated for a moment, catching herself before she accidentally said what was on her mind. She had always dreamed about having babies of her own but now wasn't a good time to talk about it.
As confident as she was, Brittany didn't want to randomly blurt out that somehow she had been having visions of herself carrying Santana's baby when they had only started officially dating. That would be sure to scare Santana away completely if nothing else when it had taken so much effort to get the grumpy woman to open up to her in the first place.
"I was just thinking about how much Lord Tubbington loves the beach. It's summer already and this movie reminded me of how much he loves scuba diving."
Santana chuckled, playing along with her. "In that case, we'll have to take him there again sometime. I'd pay to see Fatso swimming."
"The beach?!" Kenai, who was listening in, piped up at this, his eyes widening in amusement as he began to giggle hysterically at Brittany's story. "Tubbs goes to the beach? "
"Yep. He has a holiday home in Boca. He's a professional scuba diver."
"Does he know Nemo?" Kenai asked, staring up at Brittany with big, innocent brown eyes.
"Tubbs wanted to be friends but he and Nemo don't see eye to eye. Rumour has it Nemo caught Tubbs eating a tuna sandwich and things were never the same between them again."
The toddler cackled at Brittany's comments, settling in to watch the rest of the movie. It wasn't long before Kenai's mood changed and he was restless again, breaking the spell Brittany and Santana were in. He jumped off of the couch, probably hyper from all of the sugar and started shouting, making Santana look over at him in surprise.
"I want cookies!" He demanded, jumping up and down, puffing out his cheeks and shaking his little toddler fists. "Mami, cookies!"
Santana gave him a sharp, stern look. Her jaw was clenched and her eyebrow arched dangerously high in a way that would strike fear into the heart of anyone who wasn't her son, especially when he kicked her new expensive looking high heeled boots in the corner with his little foot as his tantrum escalated.
Brittany resisted the urge to smile, as Santana was very vain about her looks and clothes. Nobody could mess with Santana's clothes, unless apparently it was her son.
Santana finally got up from the couch and loomed over him, her hands on her hips. Kenai gasped, flinching back for a moment at the warning look on his mother's face but still wouldn't back down as she watched him with her serious face.
"You're not having cookies, Mister. You just had M&Ms and all of that cake with Brittany when we were watching TV," Santana spoke firmly, leaving no room for argument. "You're going to get a tummy ache."
"No! I wants cookies!" He argued, returning her glare with an equally fiery expression, frowning in an identical way to his mother and rolling his neck sassily. He was always sweet as honey to Brittany but had no qualms about talking back to his mom about anything and everything. Kenai wasn't usually a bad-behaved boy but when he wanted something, he wouldn't back down.
"I said no, Sir," Santana responded but kept her tone firm and controlled, even though Brittany could tell she was losing her temper. She was working hard on keeping her anger under control and was doing better but Kenai was so much like Santana that it was clearly difficult for her to cope with his tempers sometimes. "This is why it's a bad idea for you to have all that sugar. You're bouncing off the walls."
"But Mami, why can'ts I have cookies?!" Kenai demanded. Then he began to negotiate with her when she didn't respond after a minute. Brittany already could envision what he was going to be like as a rebellious teenager, which made her smile.
"I think that I needs cookies… because you never give me enough and that's unfair and besides cookies aren't that bad and what are they gonna do Mami? What are they gonna do? You're so unfair!" Kenai complained loudly, sounding exactly like Santana did when she was discussing something at one of her work meetings.
"I'm not arguing with someone who still wears pull-ups!" Santana snapped, finally becoming fed up.
"MAMI!" Kenai whined loudly, embarrassed and he didn't have a good comeback for that. "But but but…"
Santana walked away and Brittany could see the woman steadily losing her patience as she rubbed her temples, sighing and leaning into Brittany as if seeking comfort.
"I can't deal with this right now," she whispered to the blonde, who was rubbing Santana's back consolingly. "I don't know where he gets this behaviour from."
"I wonder," Brittany intoned sarcastically, rolling her eyes affectionately. "He's exactly like you."
Santana pouted at her, pretended to be wounded by her comment and Brittany kissed her cheek reassuringly with a laugh. "You're both adorable. My two crybabies."
"He just always has to oppose me," Santana lamented. "Believe me, potty training has been a nightmare… "
"Mami!" Kenai wailed from the other room loudly, starting to sob although both of them knew it was fake-crying as the toddler would frequently get this way whenever Santana wouldn't give in to one of his demands or pay enough attention to him. When that didn't work, he cupped his hands over his mouth shouting. "Mami is a bad guy! Mami wears a wig!"
Santana groaned into her shoulder, smiling in spite of herself while Brittany snorted in laughter.
Brittany put a hand on her arm to stop Santana when she opened her mouth to argue back with Kenai again. She just gave the lawyer a calm little "I got this" smile and Santana watched curiously as the blonde walked over confidently, winking back at her.
Brittany calmly ignored Kenai's whining as she put away the snacks and eventually after a few moments the boy fell silent, coming over to see what Brittany was doing in the kitchen.
"Where's my little kitten?" Brittany called sweetly, pretending not to notice Kenai behind her and acting surprised when he immediately jumped out of his hiding place, wrapping his arms around her legs.
"I'm here!" He shouted.
"There he is!" Brittany beamed, kissing him on the cheeks all over and kneeling down to pull him into a big bear hug. As usual, he melted under the show of affection and grinned widely.
"Mommy, can I have some cookies now?" He then pleaded with her in an innocent voice, pouting up at Brittany with big puppy dog eyes that would have worked easily on Santana at any other time.
Brittany smirked, thinking that Kenai was very smart to go to her instead, knowing that he didn't have any hope with Santana in winning this particular battle. Kenai sure had a one track mind. She tried to think of a way to distract him.
Thankfully, it was at that moment that the three of them heard a loud crash that sounded like a vase falling off a table. Brittany winced, biting back a smile as Santana shouted comically, "That damn cat again!".
"Oh no, what was that? I wonder where Lord Tubbington is! You better find him before he does something naughty again!" Brittany gasped dramatically, overacting for effect. "Who will save us from that villainous mastermind?"
"I'll find Tubbs!" Kenai cried, forgetting all about the cookies and hugging Brittany protectively instead. "I'll save you from him!"
"You're my knight in shining armour!" Brittany gushed and Kenai smirked proudly, puffing out his chest.
Santana, who had rescued the knocked over vase, just stood by watching them the entire time with amusement and her face lit up in a smile as Kenai dashed away. He forgot all about the cookies as finding Tubbs became his first priority.
The enlarged grey cat's eyes widened in alarm as Kenai approached him and looked like he wanted to dash away but was too lazy to bother. His tail swished in distaste and his ears twitched as Kenai ranted to him, telling him off for his misdeeds while Santana smirked in the cat's direction.
Kenai was wearing his red cape and the knight costume Brittany had made for him, brandishing his toy sword. Lord Tubbington's eyes flattened and he glared at Santana as if this inconvenience to him was all her fault.
"You really are amazing with him, you know that?" Santana said adoringly, coming over to wrap her arms around Brittany's waist and kissing her cheek. "You're a genius, Babe."
Brittany just shrugged and ducked her head bashfully, her cheeks feeling warm and a giddy feeling taking over her at Santana calling her that term of endearment. Santana had been even more affectionate than usual since they officially began dating. It was as if she always needed to be touching and kissing the blonde. Brittany had absolutely no complaints about this side to Santana.
"Maybe I'm just the foremost expert in the field of Santana and Kenai Lopez." She joked. Santana giggled as she held out her arm for Brittany to loop hers through, leading her away to save the long-suffering Lord Tubbington from the overly enthusiastic toddler.
"Where have you been all this time, Britt?" Tina raised an eyebrow, eyeing the tall blonde curiously as she sidled into the diner one day to prepare for the morning shift. "I feel like we haven't spoken since forever. What have you been doing… or should I say, knowing you, who have you been doing?"
"I don't know what you mean. I've been at work all this time." Brittany replied in her usual deadpan voice.
"C'mon girl, spill. We haven't seen you at Friday game nights with Mike and the gang in a million years and you just rush out immediately after work…"
Brittany just smirked at her friend, becoming distracted as she glanced towards Santana and Kenai who were waving goodbye to her after Santana had dropped her off, as she had been doing lately with increasing frequency. Tina narrowed her eyes.
"Of course, I shouldn't have asked. You've been getting it on with Satan this whole time! Is that a hickey I see on your neck?" The Asian girl snickered, pointing at Brittany's pale skin and the blonde smirked, touching her neck self-consciously as her cheeks became warm. "You two are like horny teenagers!"
"You can say that again," Brittany just laughed. "I thought you would have been the first one to know about us, Gossip Queen. She's really good, Tina… really good."
"Oh, so that's why you've had that big cheesy grin on your face all the time. Britt, you know I'm your best friend but I beg you to spare me the dirty details. I don't even want to think about the demoness getting her freak on. Does she suck your blood?"
"I don't know, Tina," Brittany quipped, teasing her friend. "Maybe you just wanna steal her away from me. We all know about your vampire kink."
The blonde just laughed as Tina made a noise of disgust and gave her a bemused look, shaking her head. Brittany went about working as usual, though it was difficult concentrating on the usual mundane tasks for the past few weeks as all she could think about was Santana.
She remembered the way Santana had held her hand as she walked her into work that morning, the way her hand lingered on her lower back gently touching Brittany and the softness in her voice as she complained that she'd miss Brittany too much even though they'd only be away from each other for a few hours.
The day continued as usual, Tina and Rachel gossiping with each other and Brittany when they weren't busy and not much out of the ordinary happening. The hours flew by and before she knew it, it was almost time for her to leave. She couldn't wait for the day to be over so she could be spending time with her favourite lady and gentleman of the Lopez family again.
"Hey, Britt!"
She glanced around at the sound of a familiar, nerdy male voice and her face fell when she realized it was Artie Abrams of all people. She forced a smile on her face politely, wondering what Artie wanted and tried to act casual despite how apprehensive she felt about him being back at the diner.
"Yo, Artie! What's up?"
"Nothing much, just came by to see the prettiest lady in Lima," Artie gave his signature smug smirk, rolling up to her in his wheelchair. "We didn't get to talk that much last time, unfortunately… I don't think your… friend liked me very much."
"Ah, don't worry about that." Brittany's breezy laugh sounded forced to her own ears even.
"Listen, Britt. I know things didn't exactly end well last time we dated but I still really care about you. What do you say we go out sometime, just you and me? I hear Breadstix is still amazing."
"I… sorry, Artie," Brittany decided it was best to just be honest instead of letting him think he had a chance. "I'm seeing someone."
Artie's face fell and his expression darkened as he narrowed his eyes at Brittany.
"Who?" He asked, rolling his eyes disbelievingly. "I know you're just trying to let me down easy but you don't have to lie, Britt. Why don't you just give me a chance? I promise, I'm different now and we were really good together while it lasted."
Brittany tried to ignore him, wincing when he grabbed her hand and held it gently like he used to several years ago. She hated confrontation and dreaded having to argue with Artie about this.
"Yo, Wheels! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Brittany felt a mixture of relief and trepidation when she heard Santana's distinctive raspy, deep voice, snarling as she strutted right up to the two of them and pulling a face at Brittany's hand held in Artie's.
Oh boy… Having these two in the same room together was clearly asking for a disaster to happen. It was like throwing water onto a grease fire.
"Oh it's you again," Artie sniffed disdainfully, returning Santana's death glare and it was clear that she was the last person the brown-haired man wanted to see. "Here to cause trouble again? I heard you like to assault people."
"Artie!" Brittany gave him a reproachful look but Santana just chuckled darkly, her eyebrows arching as she sent a terrifying glare in Artie's direction that made him gulp nervously as she sized him up.
"You can think whatever you like, Nerd Boy, but get your creepy paws off of Brittany."
"Or what?" Artie challenged, meeting her stare head on before turning to Brittany with a softer, kinder smile. "Let's get out of here, Britt. Your friend here clearly has some aggression issues."
"Excuse me?" Santana demanded roughly, rounding on him as her voice turned deadly. Brittany eyed the two warily as they continued to snark at each other.
"Santana..."
"So this is the infamous Santana Lopez. I've heard all about you," Artie's voice lowered, taking on a more aggressive tone as he faced Santana. "You're nothing but a liar and a violent piece of work from what I've heard around town."
Brittany glared at Artie. He had crossed a line. Santana stiffened, gritting her teeth and Brittany could see the hurt flash in her eyes but she just laughed mirthlessly, firing back a response.
"Oh I'm so threatened! So nice of you to say, White Steve Urkel. At least I'm hot, meanwhile you look like your mom dresses you. Do us a favour and crawl back into whatever incel comic book store you just came from. Buy yourself a blow up girlfriend to fuck because that's all you're gonna get."
"Brittany could use some better company than you of all people," Artie retorted, snobbishly turning up his nose at her and ignoring her insults. "We have better things we could be doing together, ain't that right, Sweetheart? Brittany needs a gentleman to treat her right."
Santana's eyes narrowed, her lips pressed together and her nostrils flaring the longer Artie spoke.
"Listen Four Eyes, I don't know who the fuck you think you are and where you crawled out of but if you know what's good for you, you'll back off right now. You're the last thing Brittany needs." She grunted.
"Did Brittany mention I was her first boyfriend?" Artie retorted, smirking smugly at Santana as he ignored her previous comment.
Santana's lip curled in disgust. "No, as a matter of fact, never. She doesn't even remember your existence after a night with me."
Artie gave her a withering, revolted look, his mouth gaping open in shock.
"I'm sure she was too traumatized to remember anything else."
Santana scowled at him and barked out a laugh. "The only thing that's traumatizing for her is your face, Stubbles."
Brittany groaned, becoming tired of their bickering. "Guys, this is dumb…"
"I'm pretty sure Brittany can make decisions for herself. She doesn't need some demonic bitch like you to speak for her." Artie sneered, grabbing Brittany by the waist.
"Artie, Stop," Brittany hissed at him, uncomfortable with him touching her. "Let go of me."
"Why? Because of her ?"
"Just stop."
Santana completely lost it and saw red when Artie didn't let go of Brittany. She forcefully shoved him off of Brittany, punching him straight in the face. "Get your fucking hands off of my girlfriend!"
Santana was shaking, glaring viciously at the man. Her glare softened somewhat when she saw the alarm on Brittany's face and heard her gasp in shock. Brittany's heart was beating faster for another reason as well, realizing in the back of her mind that it was the first time Santana had referred to her as her girlfriend in public. Artie groaned in pain as she punched him. He froze, shock taking over his face as if he couldn't believe Santana had gone that far.
Artie was sputtering, speechless and wide-eyed as Santana finally turned and stormed away without saying anything more.
"So she's… you guys are… ?" Artie stared at her astounded, his mouth dropping open then his brows furrowed and his expression turned to anger as he rubbed his cheek. "I should have known. How could you date someone like that? She's - she's a monster!"
"No, Artie, I swear she's not a bad person… she just-"
"You know, you never were the smartest girl in high school but I never thought you'd be this dumb." Artie grumbled, his expression turning cold as he shook his head at her.
Brittany stared at him angrily, pushing his hand off of her arm when he tried to touch her again. She tossed him an ice pack that Tina quickly gave her, which he pressed to his cheek as he glared at her.
"I'm sorry she hit you, Artie, but I don't appreciate the way you've been treating me or the way you talk about her. I'm not going to date you and quite frankly after the way you've been acting I don't think we can be friends anymore."
"You'd turn me down for a complete asshole like Santana Lopez?" Artie complained.
Way to miss the point completely, Brittany thought. She wondered when the boy who was kind and romantic in high school had turned into such a complete jerk. "Someone like Santana will ruin your life, Brittany. She just wants to keep us apart."
"You don't know anything about Santana or me for that matter, Artie. Goodbye." Brittany responded icily, not waiting on a response for him as she grabbed her purse and walked away.
Brittany quickly fled from the diner, ignoring the shocked stares of Tina and the rest of the staff along with the rest of the guests. She easily matched Santana's pace with her long legs and athletic strides.
Santana said nothing, in a surly mood as Brittany got into the passenger side and she started the car in silence. Kenai wasn't with her as his grandmother was going to pick him up from preschool that day.
"Santana…"
"I don't… just don't. I don't want to talk about it." Santana sucked in a breath, avoiding Brittany's concerned gaze and remaining stoic. Her shoulders were completely tense and her jaw was clenched as she just stared at the road ahead of her unblinking. It was clear that she was still infuriated and Brittany could practically feel the waves of anger coming off of her. "He's got some nerve. Fucking asshole thinks he can put his grimy hands all over you." She growled.
Brittany sighed sadly. The Artie incident had clearly triggered all of Santana's insecurities again after she had come so far since they had first met, dredging up all of the painful memories she associated with the small town.
Brittany wasn't expecting Santana's next question at all after several moments had passed in complete silence between them, though she guessed she shouldn't have been surprised.
"Do you like that guy?"
Brittany rolled her eyes at her in disbelief, shaking her head immediately.
"Santana, he and I dated for like a few months in high school. It was a million years ago. It was nothing."
At the mention of her dating him, Brittany noticed the way Santana's whole face crumpled, her scowl deepening and her sadness barely concealed in her dark eyes amidst all of her fury. It was obvious that regardless of what she said, she was jealous of Artie.
"Santana, don't be upset. It's not-"
"I'm not upset." She mumbled unconvincingly, still avoiding Brittany's gaze as her grip tightened on the steering wheel.
"Okay."
What Santana had just said was a complete lie and both of them knew it but Brittany didn't push it any further, knowing that it would only get Santana's back up even more. She wasn't going to argue with her.
"Maybe the nerd is right and I'm just this horrible person," Santana laughed darkly, self-loathing filling her voice and her eyes welled with tears. "I'm not a nice person. Maybe I'm bad for you."
"You know that isn't true."
She resisted the urge to touch Santana, feeling such pity for her and wanting nothing more than to hold her in her arms when she was like this.
"Please don't look at me like that, Brittany…"
"Like what?"
"Just please don't, okay." Santana's voice was choked and hoarse, her tone increasingly dejected.
They drove in silence, Brittany still shooting forlorn glances at her from time to time. When they finally got back to Santana's apartment, the lawyer threw her keys onto the counter harshly.
Her brow remained furrowed as she slumped onto the couch with her legs stretched out across it, crossing her arms over her chest and sitting up rigidly.
Brittany felt an icy feeling in her chest and a lump in her throat, dismayed by Santana's mood. She gave her space, but eventually after several moments passed and Santana still hadn't said a word, Brittany approached her again gently.
"Santana, he doesn't mean anything to me."
"I don't care," Santana huffed, clearly trying to sound unaffected but her voice was shaking. Brittany sighed because it was very obvious how deeply Santana did care. "I hate him."
She knew it was pointless to argue when Santana was in this kind of mood. Brittany put her hands on her shoulders, massaging the tension away. Santana flinched away at first, as if she was determined not to give in to the weakness of admitting that she needed anyone - that she needed Brittany.
Despite this, her gaze lowered to Brittany's lips as if she couldn't resist it. She shuddered as the blonde smoothed her hands over Santana's neck and shoulders, then eventually trailed her fingertips over her brow in an attempt to soften her expression. Santana grabbed her wrist to stop her, glaring at her.
"Don't…don't touch me right now. I can't."
Brittany froze and just looked at her quietly, wanting to take away her sadness and sensing the tension all over Santana's body. The dark-haired woman glared at nothing in particular, her lips pressed together tightly and her jaw hardened as she refused to give in to her.
Brittany could sense the insecurities getting to Santana but of course, she had too much pride and was too stubborn to admit that. Santana was so furious that tears began to come to her eyes again, although she turned away, wiping them quickly from her cheeks as if she didn't want Brittany to see her in this state. All Brittany saw was a fearful soul, buried beneath all of the hostility.
"Santana, I'm in love with you. I don't know how you can't see that by now," Brittany confessed to her for the first time. Despite being rebuffed when she had touched her earlier, she took a chance again and kissed the tip of her ear softly, feeling Santana's muscles tighten as she shivered.
The blonde was finally putting into words the feeling that had started with instant magnetism since they had first met and grown to be this deep, intense emotion she felt towards Santana that now was as completely natural to her as dancing or breathing. Everytime Santana so much as touched her or glanced at her now, that familiar warmth spread through her and she couldn't hold back from saying it. "I love you. Only you."
Their eyes met for a long moment as Brittany held her gaze intensely. Santana inhaled sharply, looking completely astounded by her words and was speechless. Her lips parted as she stared at Brittany in silent wonderment, her softened dark eyes wide and more innocent and unguarded than Brittany had ever seen them for a few fleeting seconds.
Brittany pressed delicate butterfly kisses to her neck and the shell of her ear, feeling Santana shiver under her touch everytime. She could sense Santana's resolve being shaken with each tiny caress.
Santana surged forward and kissed her fiercely instead of answering her, finally giving in to her vulnerability. The searing kiss caught Brittany off guard but she whimpered, submitting to it and cradling Santana's face in her shaking hands.
Santana wove her fingers into Brittany's long hair, sweeping it back slightly and revealing her neck. She trailed kisses up her delicate, pale neck and Brittany felt her chest flush hot, the heat reaching the tips of her ears. Santana's kisses were all taking, drawing something lustful and dark out of Brittany that she never knew was inside of her.
They fumbled to get their clothes off and soon they were naked and intertwined. Santana had Brittany pressed up against her bedroom wall, drawing a surprised gasp from the blonde. Brittany could feel Santana's body trembling against her.
She didn't waste time, her movements hurried as she trailed her hands over Brittany's thighs, squeezing them and then groped her ass as they continued to kiss heatedly, Santana's warm, soft lips parting against hers. Brittany whimpered, arching into her when Santana cupped her breasts, caressing the soft swell of them and holding their weight in her hands as she brushed her thumbs over her nipples.
She ran the tips of her fingers along the wetness on Brittany's inner thighs, admiring what she found and smirking at how aroused Brittany was. She gently touched her and circled her clit lightly, Brittany's hands jumping to Santana's shoulders at a searching stroke of her fingers through her.
"Oh, Santana…"
She then kneeled down in front of her reverently, lifting Brittany's legs over her shoulders and Brittany was breathless at the sensation of her warm mouth against her most sensitive area. Santana pressed kisses to her core, gently sucking the tiny nub until Brittany began to whimper and plead for more as she felt Santana smirk against her.
She teased her for what felt like an eternity of exquisite torture, captivated by the flower-like appearance of her core until Brittany felt like she couldn't take it anymore. Santana finally gave into her requests and Brittany couldn't help the shameless, hoarse moan that left her throat at the feeling of her tongue inside.
It wasn't long before she was threading her fingers into black hair to pull Santana closer and whining desperately. Santana didn't stop until Brittany's thighs tightened completely around her face and she came with girlish moans and cries.
"I need you…" Brittany begged, panting as she came down. Her chest heaved and her hips canted towards Santana as she met her gaze imploringly with submissive, doe-like blue eyes that she knew Santana wouldn't be able to resist. Nor would she be able to handle hearing the dirty talk that Brittany was about to use in her soft voice. "I need you to fuck me."
Santana's eyes were glazed over completely with maddening lust as she chuckled and stood up, keeping Brittany's legs wrapped around her waist which was just as well as the blonde's legs were so shaky and weak that she was sure they would give out beneath her without Santana's support.
Without warning, she sank into the quick of her. Brittany gasped as she was stretched around three fingers. She closed her eyes, her hands jumping to her shoulders and gripping them as Santana set a fast pace. Brittany let out breathless, high-pitched whimpers of Santana's name with every thrust.
It felt different this time, although they had made love so many times before. She was rougher than normal, claiming her in a brutal and almost animalistic way that was arousing Brittany more than she thought possible and she was conscious of the sounds leaving her throat.
She squeaked when Santana carried her over to her bed in a display of strength and laid her down, moving between her legs and not stopping the forceful movements of her left hand. She pushed Brittany's knees up higher, changing her angle.
"Oh yes, Santana…" Brittany felt her eyes roll back in her head because Santana was thrusting so perfectly, her speed increasing. She felt her walls tightening and she was falling apart faster than she ever had before. Even though she was sore, she didn't want this to stop. She wanted nothing more than to watch Santana's face, feel her sweat and feel her weight on top of her. She wanted Santana to fill her body until there was nothing else left inside of her.
Santana cupped her cheek gently, tilting Brittany's face towards her own and the blonde's breath hitched at the way she was watching her with those burning, black eyes, overridden with desire for her.
There was no mistaking the possessiveness and love in her gaze as she held Brittany tightly in her arms, the lithe blonde trembling against her. It was the look in her eyes that made Brittany clench around her, as the pleasure mounted and she came hard again for a second time with a soft whimper of Santana's name against her lips.
Brittany was breathless, her thighs shaking as she stroked Santana's shoulder softly and the brunette gave her sexy, wolfish smile, still arched over her and showing no indication that she was done with her.
Brittany whimpered moments later, her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure when Santana smirked knowingly and shifted her fingers just so, deep inside of her. She quickly felt herself getting turned on again before she could help it as the fingers curled.
"S-Santana…" She said hesitantly, putting her hand on her shoulder as Santana began moving against her again with that hungry, insatiable look that made her shiver.
She wasn't sure if she could take much more. All thoughts of refusing her left her mind when Santana began thrusting just right and Brittany bit her lip, widening her legs. Santana grinned at the rush of wetness against her fingers.
"Can I make love to you again, Baby Doll?" Santana whispered, leaning in close and brushing strands of her blonde hair back softly, tucking them behind her ear. She was still so tender and caring, despite how aggressive she was being.
"Yes…please." Brittany was surprised by the desperation in her own voice as she arched up into her lover and all of a sudden she knew exactly what she needed in that moment. "With the…you know."
Santana smirked, both of them knowing what Brittany meant. Santana slipped out of her gently and Brittany rolled onto her stomach, getting onto her hands and knees. She loved Santana taking her from behind like this. Santana held her hips and didn't give her much time to adjust before she drove hard into her, causing her to cry out. Brittany was so wet that she easily filled her all at once.
Lust took over and Santana moved rhythmically into her. Brittany eventually melted against her, beginning to roll her hips back into her and whimpering each time Santana filled her completely. All it took was her tapping against that perfect place inside of Brittany and there was a burst of light.
Santana bit into the space between Brittany's neck and shoulder as she heard the blonde cry out and spasm as she released against her once again. She was so consumed by her desire that she couldn't seem to stop moving against Brittany even then, taking pleasure from her soft body as her hands trailed over her curves. She felt Santana moan into her ear as she too finally came, jerking helplessly against Brittany and collapsed against her back, breathing raggedly against her skin.
"It's not a weakness to admit you need me, you know," Brittany whispered softly against her lips, their legs tangling together afterward as they kissed lazily, Brittany's head resting on her shoulder as she gazed into her dark eyes adoringly while stroking Santana's hair. Santana tensed up beneath her, pressing her lips together and pulled away from the kiss. "It's not a weakness to admit you need love."
Santana said nothing, her face hardening and her eyes closed off again. Santana hadn't said anything but even though it went unspoken between them, it was obvious that this night was about Santana wanting to claim her, not about her own pleasure.
She could feel Santana practically dripping on her thigh when she moved off of her and Brittany knew she still needed her badly even if she wasn't admitting it.
"Will you let me touch you too?" Brittany mouthed against her neck, tracing Santana's collarbone languidly and laying against Santana's body as her breathing evened out. She felt much more relaxed now with Santana's heated skin pressed against hers and the endorphins from what they had just done running through her. Santana's body was always burning hot.
Santana didn't respond but relaxed slightly against her, falling back on the bed and her legs falling open. Brittany took her body language to mean she needed the blonde in her arms.
Brittany slowly kissed her neck, working her up and heard Santana's breath hitch whenever she kissed one of her most sensitive spots.
Her lips trailed over Santana's hip, pressing a lingering kiss to it before moving upwards to kiss her lips. When Brittany eventually moved her hand between her thighs, Santana gasped loudly. She was so wet and hot with wanting Brittany so badly and arching up into her without Brittany even having to touch her. It was evident that Santana needed the girl even more urgently than Brittany had needed her.
Santana looked embarrassed by how easily her fingers slipped in. Brittany smirked and crooked her fingers, knowing the woman's body so well and easily touching Santana in the way she knew would get her off in two seconds. Santana squeaked. "Oh God, Britt."
By the way Santana's moans rose in pitch Brittany could tell she was doing something right. Santana's face softened and her lips parted, unguarded for Brittany in a way that no one else would ever see her. Her gentle, expert touch was all Santana needed and a few seconds later she was bucking upwards, gripping Brittany's waist and tightening against her as she came against her hand with a sob.
She pulled Brittany into her arms, wrapping her arms around her waist as they lay on their sides facing each other. She breathed deeply into her pale neck as the girl ran her fingers gently through her black hair. Santana relaxed completely against her as they both succumbed to sleep.
Kenai often had nightmares and it would always sadden Brittany when she'd hear him cry out at times, Santana instantly rushing into his bedroom to talk him down. She had become worried about the little boy and she could tell Santana felt the same.
Although Kenai had been progressing, crying less and becoming more confident by the day for some time, his nightmares suggested that something was really scaring him.
They noticed that he kept looking around worriedly whenever they were out anywhere and was even more clingy than normal, burrowing into Santana or Brittany's side for protection. Santana was becoming increasingly agitated and didn't know how to help him, thinking it was probably a new phase the toddler was going through.
"Sweetie, is there something making you sad?" Brittany asked one morning after another rough night of Kenai screaming. Santana was still in bed, getting some extra minutes of sleep before work as she had been up most of the night with her little boy so for once, Brittany was up first and helped Kenai with breakfast. She didn't want to wake up Santana because she seemed so exhausted so she thought she would try to take over and get Kenai ready for preschool. "Sometimes when if you get sad or scared, you get bad dreams at night."
Kenai just stared at her with sad little eyes, nodding. Brittany kneeled down to his level.
"You can talk to me or Mami if something's making you sad, you know."
"It's the scary man," He admitted in a whisper, moments later. "Mami told Abuela that a big bad man would hurt me if she doesn't watch out."
Brittany frowned, trying to think of what he could mean. Kenai probably overheard Santana talking about his father or another figure from her past.
"Kitten, you know your Mami and I would never let anyone hurt you, ever," She told him gently, seeing the fear on the toddler's face as his lower lip wobbled like he was about to cry. It broke Brittany's heart. "Come give me a hug."
In the back of her mind, Brittany kept thinking about how to bring up the subject of the "Scary Man" with Santana but everytime she thought about talking about it, she'd remember how closed off and upset Santana became when her past was brought up, or they'd be distracted by Kenai again.
Talking to Brittany seemed to make him less worried but the nightmares didn't completely go away. One morning Kenai came running into the room, screaming at the top of his lungs, which made Brittany instantly alert and panicked, thinking he was hurt. He hadn't been barging into their room as much since Brittany had been living with them, so it was unusual. Judging by the way he was crying, she knew something had to be really wrong.
Santana was beginning to stir beside her but Brittany didn't want to wake her up knowing that she was so exhausted from her work so instead she quietly tiptoed over to the toddler, holding his hand and leading him outside. She noticed that his pajama pants were soaking wet and his words were all slurred together, difficult to understand through his crying.
For once, Kenai looked worried at the sight of Brittany and didn't immediately jump into her arms, which made her much more concerned because it wasn't typical of him at all. "I want my Mami!" He cried out, in between sobs and stomped on his feet.
Before Brittany could say anything more, Santana got up, jolting awake due to all of the commotion and immediately came over to Kenai, concerned.
"What's the matter, Mi Amor? Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?" She put a hand on his head, trying to figure out if he had a fever. "What happened?"
"I can't say it!" He whined. Santana's brows furrowed in confusion.
"Okay, just whisper to me." Santana nodded, leaning over to reach his height so he could tell it to her.
He quickly looked over at Brittany, avoiding her eyes as if ashamed and hiding his face behind his hands as he leaned over to whisper loudly in Santana's ear. "I wet my bed!"
"Oh... that's okay." Santana said gently as he burst into tears after telling her that. She let out a relieved sigh, obviously glad that nothing worse had happened to him, although she was concerned about his distress. "It's okay, don't cry."
"Yes, Honey, don't be upset," Brittany kissed his forehead as he bawled, not wanting to feel like a baby. "It was just an accident."
"I used to do that at your age too." Santana told him and he eventually stopped crying to look up at her in wonder that his badass mom could do that, as Brittany rubbed his back.
"Come on, Sweetie," Brittany took his hand while Santana held his other hand and they walked him back to his bedroom. Brittany winced, feeling the cold sweat all over the boy's body from his terrible nightmare. "I'm not mad at you and Mami isn't mad at you either."
After everything had been cleaned up and they had replaced the sheets on the little boy's bed, Brittany decided it was best to put him in Santana's big bed for the night so he could sleep snuggled between the two of them. That turned out to be a great idea. She noticed that Kenai's nightmares always seemed to coincide with when he felt stressed or insecure, so having the two near him would probably help. Kenai smiled and seemed to calm down completely, feeling protected and loved between the two of them.
Santana was beaming at her and Kenai as the toddler quickly dozed off in Brittany's arms with his head on her chest and wrapped her arm around the two of them, pulling them close. They all slept peacefully that night.
"If it isn't blondie Barbie herself," Brittany glanced around at a man's nasally, sneering tone. "Fancy seeing you again. Where's your Lima Heights thug girlfriend to protect you?"
Brittany stiffened at the sight of Sebastian Smythe and his usual group of friends, who always seemed more like henchmen, laughing at his taunts and egging him on. Imagine them of all people calling anyone else "thugs," she thought. They hadn't told many people and she didn't know how Sebastian knew that she and Santana were together but it would probably have been more than obvious by now to anyone who knew them.
"What can I get you, Sir?" She asked coldly, completely ignoring his taunts, knowing that he'd love to get a rise out of her and she wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. She grimaced, wishing anyone else was there instead of herself.
"Why so formal, Honey?" Sebastian drawled. "I know you can be friendlier than that to a guest at your..." he glanced around disapprovingly at the furniture and walls of the diner. "Fine establishment."
Brittany again ignored him, wearing a poker-faced expression.
"Let's cut to the chase. See that injury your lover gave me might be healed up but I never forget when a bitch tries to make a fool of me. You tell Lopez that she better watch her back."
"Is that a threat?"
Sebastian just laughed coldly, his expression menacing and lip pulled back, gritting his teeth as he faced her again. "I know where she lives, I know you two are as close as can be, and I know how she values that precious little offspring of hers and you, more than anything. She doesn't realize how easily I can take everything away from her and destroy her life with a snap of my fingers."
"Are you stalking us? You don't frighten me." Brittany whispered fiercely in response, though her voice sounded shaky to her own ears. She felt the colour drain from her face.
"You just keep telling yourself that, Darling. You don't know who you're messing with." He snarled, waving his hand dismissively. "Run along now."
Brittany remained quiet and withdrawn for the rest of the day, making excuses when her friends asked her what was wrong. She didn't want to worry anyone, especially Santana, but there was no doubt that the incident had rattled her.
Santana noticed that she wasn't acting like herself and after the dark-haired woman had gently questioned her about what was bothering her several times, seeing through her excuses, Brittany finally admitted it to her.
"Oh I'll fucking murder him," Santana growled when Brittany told her what had happened, tensed up and boiling with anger. She got up and paced the room with her fists clenched. "That snake thinks he can treat you like that…"
Brittany placed a hand on her shoulder, shaking her head. "Santana, don't go down there. It's not worth it. You're just giving him what he wants if you go after him. I'll just report him to the police if he threatens us again."
"Brittany, I can't just do nothing!" Santana snapped, then at the look Brittany gave her, her anger fizzled out slightly and her expression softened.
"I suppose you're right," Santana agreed after a long moment, though she was visibly furious still. "But if he so much as lays a finger on you ever, I'll rip him apart."
"Santana…" Brittany took a deep breath. "There's something else. Kenai told me he heard you saying there's a scary man coming after him. That's why he was having those nightmares."
Santana stared at her in confusion for a long time, taking in her words and then her face fell, her guilt showing as she frowned deeply.
"He must have heard me talking about his father to Abuela. He wasn't supposed to hear that," She sighed sadly, "It's my fault he was terrified for so long."
"It's okay. You were just trying to protect him. You never meant to scare him," Brittany stroked her cheek softly. She lowered her voice. "Is there a chance his father would ever try to take him away?"
"I don't know," Santana admitted in a small voice. "He never wanted any part in Kenai's life thankfully but there's no telling what the low life piece of shit or one of his brainless friends would do, especially if Sebastian puts them up to it."
Her eyes were blazing as she put her arms around the blonde, holding her tightly.
"I swear I won't let anything happen to you or my son."