A/N:
Hey, Hi, Hello! This is a sequel to The Substitute. As a reminder, this is a G!P story. For those not familiar with the term is a girl c!ock story. I don't think you need to read the first installment to understand this, but it would help explain a lot of things and provide some background on who my OC characters like Becca, Marcus, and Ashley are.
Unlike my other story, this is not porn with plot. That said, expect some smut scenes. Warnings will be given ahead of those chapters as per usual.
I hope you guys enjoy this. I hope those who have asked for it are still interested in reading it. Let me know what you all think:)
One thing Santana has learned since she's started school is that waking up alone sucks. Santana hates it. It's been a few days since Brittany and Becca left, and she still isn't used to it. She isn't used to any of this.
She is used to waking up early, taking showers, kissing Becca good morning, and goodbye when she takes her to the living room of the Fabray's house when she leaves to go to Cheerios practice. That was her routine throughout high school until she reunited with Brittany. Even then, her morning didn't change much.
Everything was different now.
No longer were there kisses being placed all over her or morning snuggles into Britt's neck with the sweet nothings whispered between them that often lead to morning sex. There are no longer faint knocks at the door asking for her two mommies to wake up or the rush to put on clothes, so they are decent.
Santana turns around and lays flat on her back. She reaches for her phone on her right and looks at the time.
The bright light from her screen makes her squint her eyes.
5:30 am.
She rolls her eyes. She's woken up early yet again. Her body and mind are not yet used to the fact that she doesn't have to do that anymore. However, she knows she won't fall asleep as her alarm will go off in 30 minutes. She unlocks her phone and looks through her text messages, re-reading the conversation from the past few days.
A smile forms on her face when she sees the photos of Brittany and Becca at the store. Her two loves had gone to the store to buy Becca a backpack. Her smile fades with reality, and she sighs.
Her little girl is starting pre-school in some weeks. It saddens Santana to know she won't be there for one of Becca's firsts.
She signs again, putting her phone away as she does so.
It's only been a few days, and she feels that this is a big mistake. She has tried to shake off the feeling, but she can't. Everything inside her screams at her and tells her that this is a big mistake. She can't stop the words from repeating in her head. The thought entered her mind as soon as she saw them off at the airport, and it's been in her head ever since.
This dream to be in New York to study had been hers for so long, and now that it had become a reality, she feels so out of place. She's gotten so used to Brittany being around that she's forgotten how she ever lived without her.
In the back of her mind, she can hear Brittany telling her to try and that she will regret it if she doesn't.
Santana knows, though.
She knows it isn't where she wants to be. Being hundreds of miles away from Brittany and Becca is not where she wants to be. She wants to be wherever they are. If Brittany and Becca are in Lima, she needs to be in Lima. This whole thing would be so much easier to bear if they were here.
She pushes her emotions to the back of her head and grabs her towel and shampoo, putting on her flip-flips as she does so before making her way out of her room and towards the bathroom. As the water pours down her face, she can't stop the thoughts from resurfacing. It's been years since she's had a morning by herself. It feels so off for her. She didn't have to check on Becca to make sure she was okay. She didn't wake up to a warm body holding her close. She can't help but wonder how Becca and Brittany manage their mornings without her.
Brittany serves herself some coffee. It's her second cup, but she needs it since she didn't sleep much last night. She misses Santana so much. She misses the warmth of her body as it is against her. She missed the light snore from Santana whenever she slept with her face pressed against the pillow. She missed the way Santana would smile at her before she kissed her and wished her a good morning. It's been days since then, and she hasn't been sleeping well.
She sighs. She should be excited since she starts her new job today. A job that could help her pay off Santana's tuition and put money aside for Becca's college fund without struggle. She isn't, though.
She closes her eyes and scolds herself internally. She can't be selfish. Studying at NYU is an ample opportunity for Santana. Santana worked her ass to get where she was. She'd gotten pregnant, been kicked out of her house, raised Becca, and still managed to graduate at the top of her class. She then reminds herself that it is temporary and that they have plans to see each other soon.
Brittany decides to check on Becca, who is still sleeping. She rests her head and leans her body on the frame of the door. A smile forms on her face as she watches Becca sleep peacefully. This beautiful girl was something she never expected and yet, has brightened her world in the best way, just like Santana did.
Brittany walks away, thinking Becca is magic for being able to put a smile back on her face.
When she is done getting ready, she gathers an outfit for Becca before waking Becca up.
"Baby girl, it's time to wake up."
She chuckles when Becca only turns around.
She brushes her messy hair behind her ear, leans down, and whispers, "Becca, baby, it's time to wake up. We can call your mom when you're done. She will be free in a bit."
"Mami?" Becca says much more awake but still so tired.
Brittany nods, "That's right, baby girl."
"I miss Mami," she says with a pout as she crawls on her knees so that she can wrap her arms around Brittany.
"Me, too," Brittany whispers.
They hug for a moment before Becca lets Brittany dress her. Not long after, Brittany is serving her a bowl of Cheerios and doing her hair. The music playing from Brittany's phone is interrupted as Santana's face pops onto the screen. Brittany smiles as Becca excitedly lets her know that Santana is calling. No time was wasted as a tan finger slid across the screen to accept the FaceTime call.
"Mami!"
Brittany's smile grows and grows. Her heart skips a beat at the sound of Santana's voice and the stolen glance at the screen. Brittany precipices her time finished styling Becca's hair as Santana has some small talk about Becca's dreams during the night,
"Becca, you better be good to Abuela. You're my little angel, but I know you can be a little stinker."
"I am gonna go brush my teeths."
Brittany accepts the phone Becca hands to her.
"Wait! Turn around, let me see our outfit."
Brittany smiles as she records Becca, who turns to pose to show Santana.
"So beautiful, amorcito," Santana says loud enough so Becca can hear her.
Brittany reverses the camera, so it is recording her now. She can faintly hear Becca yelling that she loves her mami as she smiles at Santana.
"Good morning, Baby," Santana says in the softest voice.
"Morning, Babe," Brittany says, then bites her lower lip.
Santana barely has any makeup. Her hair is loosely curled. Yet, she is more beautiful than the last time she'd seen her.
"You look so beautiful," Brittany says.
"Me? You. You look absolutely gorgeous. Trying to impress somebody at your new job?"
"I wouldn't dream of it."
She sets down the phone and backs up,
"Is this okay?" She asked with uncertainty.
"You look really sexy. Turn around."
Brittany blushes as she does so, knowing Santana wants to check her out. When she's done turning, she notices Santana biting her lower lip.
"So professional, but not boring. God, I wish I was there to kiss you. That pencil skirt is killing me right now."
"Babe, don't start now."
"Can't help it, Britt-Britt."
"So, this is okay. You can't see anything?" She said, motioning to her private area.
Brittany knows it should be the last of her worries since everyone she is close to knows about her condition, but she'd be working with new people. She wants them to like her. She wants to be part of a team. She doesn't want her condition to make her an outcast or why she loses her job.
"Babe,"
Brittany recognizes the tone. Santana wants nothing more than to erase any insecurities she has.
"I just don't want people to know about something so personal."
"I understand, but you know how to hide it well. No one will ever know you're packing something delicious between those thighs unless they get lucky, and we both know that ain't gonna happen. You are seriously killing it."
"Thanks, Baby."
Their private conversation ended as Becca came into the drake showing her brushed teeth.
"Smell my breath, Mommy. I smell like bubblegum."
Brittany can't even respond before Becca breathes onto her face.
"Smells delicious. Give me some bubblegum kisses."
Becca kisses her on both of her cheeks before they hear Santana asking for some, too. Becca giggles and kisses the screen a few times.
Brittany wishes more than anything that she had more time to spend on the phone, but they had to run, and she knew Santana had to go as well. So, after promising to talk later that night, they wish each other a good day.
Talking to Brittany and Becca brightened her day, but as it went on, the sadder Santana got. Her mood brightens a bit when she sees a bunch of tables for college events. There are sorority recruiters and several extra circular activities to meet people. Santana immediately gravitates to the table with performers singing over each other to try and get people to join their singing group over the others. The whole interaction reminds Santana of a scene from the movie Pitch Perfect.
Upon hearing the captain of The Barbaras singing, Santana decides she wants to join another singing group called The Troubletones. It appears to be led by a heavier set black girl who Santana can already tell is more talented than the shorter brunette with bangs and obnoxiously large nose just by their mini sing-off. She quickly wonders if there are more Rachels in the world because the resemblance is striking. Santana does not even factor in The Warblers since she can tell only males are allowed on the team. She is pretty sure the lead singer, a man with far too much gel in his hair that it makes it look like he's got Lego hair, is dating the slightly taller man, who looks like a breathier, more feminine Quinn Fabray, singing close to him if their glances to each other are anything to go by.
Her phone buzzes. A quick glance at her Apple Watch lets her know Quinn is on her way to meet up with her soon as they had planned in the last class they had together.
The singing-off ends, and the heavier set girl greets her.
"I see that you have chosen wisely. My name is Mercedes Jones. I am the captain of the awesome singing group known as The Troubletones,"
"and I'm Sugar Motta. If the name sounds familiar, you did not hear it tied to anything related to the mafia, which I know nothing about," adds a very excited and jumpy brunette with olive skin.
Santana furrows her eyebrows and squints her eyes.
"Okay, what are you talking about?"
Thankfully, Mercedes yanks the girl before she can say anything else.
"Here is our flyer for auditions," Mercedes says as Santana accepts the flyer. "You will need to perform in front of us and our competition. We will decide if you will be part of the best singing group ever based on how that goes. We hope to see you there."
"I will be there," Santana says with a smile.
Perhaps being part of a singing group can help her feel a little bit at home. She did, after all, enjoy being in The New Directions at WMHS. Perhaps they would do a lot better than Mr. Shue ever got to teach them. Santana can still recall how Rachel Berry choked on her audition.
Her phone rings, and she quickly answers it.
"Hey, Q," she greets.
"Hey, back. Where are you?"
"By the tables with all the clubs. I will be there in a bit."
"Do you want us to get you lunch? We are not too far from the lounge on this side of campus."
"Yes, please do. Get me a chicken lettuce wrap. Ranch on the side and some water."
"Gotcha. See you in a bit."
Having lunch with her friends turned out to be a perfect distraction. Santana laughs loudly at Marcus's funny impression of one professor they all had in common. When the laughter dies down, the look Ashley is giving Marcus does not go unnoticed by Santana. She briefly reminds herself that she totally needs to get them together. There is some small talk about the discussions they had in their classes, and Santana mentions her interest in joining The Troublestones. Unfortunately, it turns out that her friends, especially Quinn, have no interest in joining a show choir or singing group.
"Look, all I am saying is that, in high school, yeah, Glee was fun, but I can not handle another four years with the likes of Rachel Berry and Jesse St. James. I wanted to punch her two years in every time she opened her mouth. It was exhausting."
Santana chuckles.
"You did tune her out by reading books all the time in Glee. I wonder if all those terrible nude pictures of her are still on the bathroom stalls."
"They were there all four years. I highly doubt they are still there. Do you think everyone knew they were of her?"
"Wait, you drew naked pictures of a girl in the bathroom stalls? That sounds very gay. Oh, Quinn, are you gay?" Ashley asks excitedly.
"No. Maybe. Look, I don't know. I guess I am currently questioning things, but that's beside the point." Quinn tries to shift the focus from her and her sexuality, but it is to no avail.
"Hold up. Hold. Up. Quinn, since when are you questioning things?" Santana says, suddenly wanting to know more about her best friend's sexuality.
Quinn rolls her eyes.
" It's a recent development. I had this dream, and it piqued some curiosity. It might not even mean anything."
Marcus snickers, "That sounds like denial to me."
Santana nods as she chews the food in her mouth as she slams her hands on the table. "Yes!"
Ashley shakes her head, "Alright, alright. Stop it, you two. Leave Quinn alone."
"Thank you, Ash," Quinn said appreciatively, "Anyway, where was I? Oh, the pictures were nude pictures that made fun of her. Short stumpy legs, small boobs, exaggerated bangs, facial hair, large nose, and teeth. Someone added a musical note and a speech bubble that said, "Please, fuck me, I am desperate." That same person or another even added, "future 40-year-old virgin" under the picture."
"Damn, was she that bad?" Marcus asks
"Not really. We tend to exaggerate things, but that was high school. We're different people now. We're turning a new leaf."
"Yes, which is why I am avoiding singing groups as a whole. Besides, you were always way more into it than me."
"That's true. Brittany would not stop talking about how awesome you were whenever you performed."
Santana blushes. Her little distraction came to an end as her mind shifts back to thinking about Brittany. Ashley reaches for her hand and comforts her. For a moment, she wonders if all the Pierces have this innate ability to read people so well because Quinn and Marcus have not noticed her sadness. They are too wrapped up in a conversation about music.
"She's missing you, too."
Santana sighs as she nods.
"I know. I know."
Santana tries to get back into the conversation and succeeds, but the pit in her stomach returns, as does the voice in her head that reminds her this is no longer what she wants, and this isn't where she needs to be. She is trying, though. Just like Brittany has encouraged her to do. She supposes it's supposed to get easier as each day passes, but it isn't. It's getting harder. She smiles at the comment Marcus just made, but the happiness isn't there.
She needs to talk to someone. She sends a message to Brittany, hoping and praying that she has some time to talk to her because she really needs to hear her voice. There is no immediate response, so she knows Brittany isn't available yet, but she decides she needs some alone time. She thanks them and hugs them before telling them she will catch with them later.
Brittany loves her new job. Her co-workers are friendly and welcoming. She has this spacious office with a new desk that she's put a framed picture of her family. Most people would hate her job because of all the math involved, but she loves it. Her phone buzzes and she knows she's not supposed to check her phone, but she knows Santana is texting her. Owning her own office has so many pros.
She bites her lip as she calls Santana. Her heart races as it rings.
"Hey, Baby,"
"Hey, Babe,"
"I miss you so fucking much,"
"Me, too. How's your day been?"
"Mhm, it would be a million times better if you were here."
"Uff. Are you reading my mind? That is exactly how I feel about my day."
"Nuh-uh, no way. You started your new job today. Looking all sexy in that pencil skirt and that button-up shirt, I bet a lot of people checked you out."
"San," she says, stretching out Santana's name. "Don't start." She says sternly with a smile.
Brittany knows Santana is quick to notice that Brittany now has images in her head about what Santana would be doing to her because Brittany knows Santana is thinking them, too.
"And I am the one reading minds?"
"I thought the videos were supposed to help. Have you watched any of them?"
"Britt," she hears Santana stretching out her name, mimicking her. "Don't start."
Brittany can't fight the smile.
"I haven't." She hears Santana say sadly.
"I am afraid I will miss you more."
The silent confession breaks her heart because that is how she feels.
"Are you sure you aren't reading my mind?"
"Maybe we both feel the same way."
Santana's voice is soft and full of sadness. All Brittany wants to do is wrap her arms around her and hold her close.
"I love you, Santana. I love you so much."
Brittany can hear Santana sigh into the phone.
"I love you, too, Britt. I ugh-I should let you get back to work. I wouldn't want to get you fired."
Brittany smiles.
"We definitely wouldn't want that. Talk to you tonight."
"Oh, you bet your sweet ass you most definitely will. Later, Baby."
"Later, Babe."
Santana knows she probably shouldn't be watching the videos she and Brittany made, but she can't help it. Knowing that Brittany is in her own office looking sexy as fuck and missing her just as much makes her want and need Brittany so bad. She tried to focus on her work. She did focus on her work. She focused so hard on the work that she finished it in record time. With all of it done, she has all this extra time, and she could not resist the urge to open the video. She has never been more grateful that Ashley and Quinn have gotten close because as close as she is with Quinn, getting off with your roommate in the room is so not cool.
Santana gets on the bed and gets comfortable under the sheets. Biting her lip, she finds the video she is in the mood for clicks it. To her surprise, the sadness that lingered is quickly replaced by amazement. She was so afraid of missing Brittany ore, but at this moment, she couldn't believe how turned on she is. In the videos, she and Brittany are only kissing, but she feels her heart pumping and a slick wetness pooling between her thighs. She and Brittany look so in love, and my god, is that how they look together? They look so damn good together.
She swallows hard when she hears Brittany release a moan. She knows Brittany is hard, even if she can't see her erection on the screen yet. She takes her hand and runs down the valley of her breast, past the waistband of her unbuttoned and unzipped jeans and inside her underwear. Santana's eyes are glued to the screen as she rubs her fingers along her wet, slick-covered vulva. She licks her lips when she sees Brittany's erection on the screen. It amazes her how she can recall the taste and feel in her mouth. God, she wishes she was doing what she was seeing in the video so badly.
She is so focused on the moans and the video before her as she rubs her clit in slow circles. Then, as she begins to enter herself with the tips of her fingers, the door opens. Santana's eyes shoot open. Her computer gets shoved to the side of the bed as she covers herself from the neck down.
"Quinn!"
"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" She hears Quinn say as Santana observes her cover her eyes.
The embarrassment of being caught only worsens when she and Brittany's moans come out the speaker. There was no way to deny it was Brittany and her because the next thing they hear is Brittany moaning for Santana to suck her cock.
"Oh my god. Oh. My. God. Is that-You dirty bitch. Turn that shit off, you whore."
Santana quickly reaches for her laptop and closes it.
"If you ever bring this shit up, I will kill you."
"I wouldn't dare even bring that up," Quinn says as she shivers. "You two are like my sisters. Gross."
Santana just chuckles at the satiation because it could have been much worse.
"Bitch," she says, throwing a pillow at her, "you wish you could get it on as we do. Britts and I are all kinds of sexy."
Quinn catches the pillow and throws it back.
"On a serious note, if you need time to do that, just let me know."
"Noted. Same. If you have a boy, you can let me know, too. Or girl, since that's a thing for you now."
"Ugh! It might not even mean anything." Quinn says in annoyance as she flops onto her bed covers her face with the pillow.
Santana just raises an eyebrow and shrugs.
"Sure, Jan."
"I wish I never told you guys," she screams into the pillow.