Hi everyone, I hope you are all doing okay during this difficult time. Thanks for all the love for this story. I hope you all enjoy this new chapter.
Brittany stands there shocked by her mom and mother-in-law being here right when her and Santana are going to talk. The universe must hate her.
"Isn't it great," Santana says trying to sound cheery as she wraps her arm around the blonde. "They decided to surprise us."
"Oh how wonderful to have the apartment so full." Brittany says smiling over at Quinn and Puck.
"We didn't think you'd have company." Gloria says smiling over at the other couple.
"It was a spontaneous trip." Quinn says figuring from how Santana acted when they came and now how Brittany is, that they have no clue about the issues.
Brittany leans into Santana and whispers, "did you have any idea they were coming?"
"No and my mom doesn't know about any of our issues." Santana whispers. "I haven't talked much to her in the last two months."
"I didn't tell my mom either." Brittany whispers to reassure her wife.
"So we'll have to wait to hash things out." Santana whispers and Brittany nods.
"Planning on how to get rid of us already." Gloria jokes.
"Yeah mami," Santana jokes back.
Whitney is unusually quiet, though luckily no one notices. She knows that something has been off with her daughter for a while now. At first she thought it was work, but she spoke so much and highly about it, she crossed that off the list. The only other thing she could think of was Santana. Over the last month whenever she mentioned Santana, Brittany would change the subject. Something is going on with those two which is why she suggested to Gloria that they come. She's not sure if Gloria knows anything or not, but didn't want to mention to her in case she didn't. She needs to see what is happening herself.
"If you girls have plans we can just hang around here until you get back." Whitney tells the girls.
"I-" Quinn starts.
"We have to go for a checkup." Santana quickly says cutting Quinn off.
Brittany has a moment of confusion before she catches on. "Yeah, you four stay here and fight over who gets the guestroom." she says.
"You'll have to fight me for the room." Whitney says to Quinn. "Don't worry Gloria, you can share the room with me." she offers to insure she doesn't have to fight Gloria.
"Thanks Whitney," Gloria says glad she doesn't have fight anyone.
"Puck," Quinn says glaring at him.
"What?" he says holding up his hands. "You want me to fight two older ladies?"
While the sleeping arrangements are ironed out, Brittany and Santana have arrived at her work space that is now empty. They both wanted to have this conversation in private.
"So…" Santana says turning to face her wife.
"Yes," Brittany says crossing her arms.
"Do you want to start or should I?" Santana asks unsure of who should go first.
"Well since you want to talk, you should go first." Brittany says shrugging.
Right now she's not ready to verbalize her feelings plus she wants to hear what her wife has to say.
"I'm sorry," Santana starts figuring it's the best way to start. "I'm the reason that we are having problems and I'm so sorry for ignoring you for my new friends. I've been a horrible wife for last month plus."
"I don't mind that you have new friends and hangout with them sometimes without me, just not all the time and let me know." Brittany softly tells her.
"I know that now." Santana says wringing her hands. "I think I'm going to make some different friends who aren't so much into partying and aren't mean about you."
Brittany softly grabs her wife's hands to stop her from ringing them.
"I just want to spend time with you like we used to. I want to have dinner with you as many nights as our schedules allow and to have an active sex life again." Brittany says, sitting down and pulling her wife down.
"Yes," Santana says feeling herself getting wet.
It's been over a month since they had sex which is a lifetime for them. Before she go so consumed with her friends they had sex at least once a day though often more.
"San," Brittany says drawing her out of her sex haze.
"Yeah babe," Santana says turning her attention on hundred percent onto her wife.
"Stop thinking about sex." Brittany says shaking her head. "We need to finish ironing out our problems."
"You did nothing wrong. I have to change my behavior which I am." Santana says taking her wife's hands.
"We had a talk similar to this a few weeks ago and you didn't change. The next day, you went back to what you had been doing. How will this time be different." Brittany asks.
"The first time I wasn't really hearing you. I was drunk and tired and thought you were just being needy. I listened to my new friends instead of you." Santana says stopping for a second. "I get now what I was doing wrong and that it hurt you. I'm ready to change my behavior and be a good wife again." she tells her wife.
Brittany bites her lip as some tears start to form.
"Britt baby, what is wrong?" Santana asks hating to see her wife cry.
"I just love you so much." Brittany says sniffling.
Santana just nods, wrapping her wife up in her embrace. She needs to hold her wife and make her feel better.
"I love you," Santana says hesitantly.
Brittany surges forward and kisses her deeply. Santana is shocked that it takes her a few seconds to kiss back. The blonde cups her wife's face as they kiss. As they kiss deeply, the blond starts to pull at her wife's shirt.
"Off," she breaths into the Latina's lips.
"Britt," the Latina moans. "Right now?" she asks.
Brittany pulls back, both of them breathing hard. "I want you."
"Fuck Britt, what if someone comes in." Santana breaths, putting a little more space between them.
"No one will," Brittany says pulling the Latina back into her, kissing her hard.
The blonde starts to pull off her own shirt causing the Latina's eyes zone in on the pale, perky breasts that she loves to worship. Her hands, having a mind of their own, go straight to the blonde's boobs.
"Off," Brittany says tugging at the Latina's shirt.
Santana rips off her shirt and reaches around back to free the girls from her bra. The blonde just stares, a little dribble coming out of her mouth. Her hands move forward to cup the heavy breasts, lightly squeezing them.
"God I want you so bad." Santana moans pulling back again from her wife.
"Pants off," Brittany orders, unbuttoning her own and kicking them off.
Santana gulps at the sight of her naked wife who wasn't wearing any underwear. Her eyes go wide when Brittany gives her a predatory look. She yanks off her pants and underwear in one smooth movement.
Brittany pounces on her naked wife, knocking them both over. They kiss as they roll around trying to fight to see who will be on top. Brittany win, pinning her wife down.
"I'm going to make you scream my name." Brittany says, on top of her, giving her a kiss.
She moves her hand down the Latina' body.
"God you're soaking." Brittany breaths in her ear.
"So are you," Santana says pushing her thigh up into her wife's vagina.
Brittany smirks as she circles around the Latina's vagina lips causing the Latina to buck up.
"Britt," she moans.
"What do you want babe?" Brittany asks pulling back slightly.
"Fuck Britt," Santana says bucking up, searching for contact.
"Tell me what you want." Brittany asks.
"I want you to fuck me." Santana all but shouts.
Brittany leans down and kisses her, swallowing her gasp as she plunges two fingers into her. The Latina grips the blonde's sides tightly, tensing slightly when Brittany's fingers enter her. The blonde slides down slightly to get a better angel and starts slowly pulling her fingers out before pushing them back in, making sure her thumb brushes her clit.
"Oh fuck Britt," Santana moans, tightening her grip even more causing Brittany to wince as the Latina's fingernails dig into her sides.
The blonde starts to pump faster, adding a third finger. Santana is moaning, closing her eyes as she gets closer and closer. Brittany bites her lip, kissing all over Santana's neck, getting more and more turned on. Ignoring the cramp in her hand, she pumps even faster. She grinds down on the Latina's knee, starting to hump at the same pace as her pumping.
"So close," Santana groans, scratching at the blonde's back.
"Oh god," Brittany moans, gushing all over the Latina's leg.
Santana archers up and let's go herself. Brittany falls limp on top of Santana breathing hard.
"Fuck," Santana breaths kissing the top of Brittany's head. "I have missed this."
"It's been way too long." Brittany agrees, snuggling into her wife.
Santana wraps her arms around her wife so happy that they are back to being together and is very satisfied by her wife.
"We should head out before someone finds us naked in here." Brittany says rolling off of her wife and standing up.
"I thought you said no one would be here." Santana screeches jumping up and grabbing her clothes.
Brittany chuckles as she slowly starts to put her clothes back on. "No one should, but that doesn't mean that someone won't after all the noise we made."
Santana rolls her eyes as she puts her clothes on.
"Plus who knows what are moms have been up to. I know my mom came for some reason other than what she said." Brittany points out.
They finish grabbing all their clothes and head out. Brittany reaches over and grabs her hand which causes Santana to smile. This is something that they haven't had in a while. Just being content together. Santana is glad that Brittany has forgiven her.
"Do we agree to not tell our moms about the trouble we'd been having?" Santana asks as they get into a cab.
"We'll probably have to tell my mom which means your mom will know. I doubt we'll be able to avoid it." Brittany softly says.
"Fuck, I'm going to be yelled at." Santana whines.
"Don't be a baby." Brittany says leaning into her wife. "You bought this on yourself."
"You're supposed to be on my side." Santana whines some more.
Brittany just giggles at how cute her wife is when she acts like a child.
"All we need to tell our moms is that we were having some issues, but have worked it all out now." Brittany calmly says.
"Okay," Santana says wrapping her arms around her wife.
The rest of the ride back to their apartment is quiet as they both just lean into each other.
"Your mom is a beast." Puck says when they walk in.
Santana frowns not sure which of them he is talking to until she sees her mom cooking in the kitchen and assumes he means Whitney. At that thought they hear what sounds like a war cry then a thud.
"Nice try, but that won't work either." Whitney says to who they assumes is Quinn.
"What is going on?" Brittany whispers grabbing Santana's arm.
"No idea," Santana says walking over to see what is going on.
Brittany rolls her eyes when she sees her mom blocking the doorway to the guestroom as Quinn stands across from her glaring. Santana's eyes go wide when Quinn charges head first into her mother-in-law while Brittany just shakes her head. Quinn tries to go under Whitney's arm, but Whitney blocks it knocking her back.
"Just five up already." Whitney says.
"Nope," Quinn says backing up while trying to come up with a different strategy.
Santana finds the whole thing funny and is looking forward to Quinn continuing to get her ass kicked.
"Mom," Brittany says her hands on her hips.
"What she challenged me for the room." Whitney says not moving.
"Quinn, you can stay with me and Santana, Mom and Gloria will take the guest room and Puck will take the couch." Brittany orders.
"Really!" Quinn whines.
"Would you prefer to sleep on the couch with Puck." Santana says wishing she would.
"No," Quinn grumbles.
"Good, now you two can stop fighting." Brittany says nodding.
Santana and Quinn head into the living room leaving mother and daughter alone.
"Brittany, we should talk." Whitney says staring at her daughter.
"Mom, let's not do this now." Brittany begs.
"Something is off with you and has been for a while." Whitney says concerned for her daughter.
"It was mom, but I'm working to fix it." Brittany says not wanting to get into it right now.
"You and Santana have been having problems." Whitney says not ready to give in.
"Mom," Brittany says sternly.
"I know something was off when you saw us earlier." Whitney says.
Brittany sighs, she's going to have to tell her mom what had been happening. This could get very ugly.
"Yes, Santana and myself have been having issues." Brittany starts holding up her hand to stop her mom from cutting in. "That is why we left, to work things out."
"Things are better now?" Whitney asks staring her daughter down.
"Yes, things are getting there and we are in a much better place." Brittany reassures her mom.
"Okay," Whitney says pulling her daughter into a hug. "I was worried when you stopped calling and only texted."
"I didn't want to worry you." Brittany softly says. "Can you not say anything to Gloria, Santana doesn't want her to know."
"I guess, I just told her that I wanted to surprise you two and asked if she wanted to come." Whitney says.
"Thanks," Brittany says hugging her mom.
Gloria shouts that dinner is ready and the two of them head into the living area. Whitney goes into help Gloria set the food out and tells her they have the guest room. Puck and Quinn are cuddled on the couch. Brittany walks over to Santana and hugs her.
"Your mom won't know about our issues." Brittany softly says laying her head on her shoulder.
"Whitney won't say anything to my mom." Santana sighs, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Nope, I gave her a vague description of what happened and that it's getting fixed." Brittany softly says.
"Good," Santana says laying her head against her wife's.