Thank you so much to all the followers of this story so far! This is my first time writing a story of this nature, so please bare with me. The idea makes me curious, but I don't know as much as I should. I don't currently have a beta, so any typos or spelling mistakes are my own, and if I could, I would incinerate them all. Ha. Typos infuriate my inner perfectionist. If you guys would mind giving me some feedback through reviews I would be extremely grateful! Here is the next update. I hope you enjoy. 3 Regina.
Santana's thoughts had kept circling for the rest of the day, always landing back on that brief encounter with Berry in the bathroom. Contrary to popular knowledge, she didn't really hate the girl. Even if she did put on an Oscar winning performance as though she despised her existence on a regular basis. Granted, the girl was annoying, especially when she was up on her high horse ranting about show tunes and how her voice was better than everyone else's, but she didn't hate her. Not really.. In fact, she was rather soft on her. But she wasn't allowed to like her! No! The HBIC does not grow crushes on the lowest of the low. Santana did not want to fall a few pegs down the social ladder just because she had a crush on the petite diva. So instead, she masked it all with hatful insults and slushy facials, which in her defence, she hadn't thrown at all this year. Something about that encounter in the bathroom tugged at her heart strings though. The bear.. The relief and comfort in Rachel's eyes when she finally had him in her arms again. It was such an innocent reaction and it reminded her of Brittany. The two cheerleaders had a special relationship that no one at this bigoted school would ever understand.. But she saw something in Rachel.. Something that gave her hope that possibly she could find a way in with the diva. And that possibly the diva would understand.
"Mama?" Santana was pulled from her thoughts as the childlike whisper graced her ears. She could feel Brittany stood beside her as she placed her books into her locker, ready to leave the school for the day. Santana held out her pinky finger toward the blonde, smiling warmly when they joined together, her voice leaving her lips in a hushed soft tone, uncharacteristic to the fiery brunette. "Soon, baby. You can be little soon."
The blonde cheerleader used the palm of her hand to mask a tired yawn, little Brittany having struggled to manage through the day without a nap. Santana knew that the exhaustion was hitting the young blonde, deducing that was why her little self was coming out to play before they'd even left school. Britt was only little in the halls of McKinley when she was either sleepy or someone had been mean to her. Otherwise, little Britt-Britt only came out when she was safe at home. Once she'd filled her locker with unwanted books, Santana guided her bestfriend and sometimes lover out to the parking lot at the front of the school. Brittany instantly ran ahead, weaving between the cars until she situated herself beside Santana's red Mercedes. Using the remote key, the brunette unlocked her car, the lights flashing to signal that the doors could now be opened, prompting Brittany to climb into the back seat, her thumb slipping into her mouth as she tugged her favourite bear, Mrs Muggles from her backpack. Santana soon reached Brittany at the car, ensuring the girl was buckled in before climbing into her own seat so she pull out the parking lot. "Is my baby ready to go home?" A tired mumble escaped the blondes lips as Santana watched her nod through the review mirror before the young girl slumped further into her seat, a small yawn escaping her lips. Santana couldn't help the find smile that graced her features, she loved it when little Brittany came out to play.. It pulled at her protective instincts and her inner mother. There was nothing sexual about it to them, the girl who gave sweet lady kisses and little Britt-Britt were two different entities who brought out two different sides to Santana.
The brunette drove the route to her apartment on autopilot, she knew which roads to take off by heart. Ever since she'd come out to her parents, they'd given her her own place to stay, she needed some 'space' to be herself. And as much as she put up a fuss, not wanting to leaver her family home, the girl would be forever grateful for this apartment because without it she would never have discovered this thing between herself and Britt. "We're home, baby." Santana smiled to herself when she noticed that the cheerful blonde had fallen asleep on the drive home. She quickly exited the car, making her way to the back so she could lift her young passenger, shutting the door with one bump from her hip. Cheerios practice was gruelling, but it definitely aided her ability to lift the girl. Thanks Coach, right? Santana carried the girl across the threshold, humming quietly as she continued to carry her into the living room before placing her on the couch. Brittany stirred momentarily as the brunette draped a blanket over her frame. "Play Rachie when wakie, mama?" She mumbled her words before instantly passing out once again, a soft chuckle escaping Santana's lips as she pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, baby. Maybe you guys can play tomorrow." Once she ensured that the blonde was settled for her nap, Santana made her way to the kitchen to prepare some dinner, knowing her little girl would be hungry as soon as she woke. Whilst glancing through the refrigerator, her eyes scanning the shelves for something to eat her thoughts once again circled back to the petite diva, making a note to talk to her tomorrow. "I'm coming for you, Berry."