Chapter 10 Mommie Dearest
RACHEL'S POV
I smile at the sleeping Quinn drooling on my shoulder. Santana and Brittany were now in the back of the huge Tundra sleeping, Santana had given Britt a bullshit story to cover our earlier actions, but we both knew that it was going to be brought up again. I dropped Jay off at the outskirts of Lima at his insistence. I sigh deeply as I park the truck at the local gas station and hop out. A lot has changed since I was here last. Not with this place, but with me. I roll my stiff shoulders and walk into the dimly lit store.
I smile at the bored looking attendant, I glance above his head at the clock. Its only 12:00 AM we made it in okay timing.
I hand him a $100, "Can I get 50 on pump...6?" he grunts and stares at me for a second. Oh God no..
"R-Rachel? Rachel Berry? Do you remember me? Its Jacob Ben Israel!" He begins to shake and move as close to me as the counter blocking us allowed.
"..."
"Gosh baby I've missed you!" He runs from around the counter arms up. Disgust washes through me as the sweat stains under his arms came closer to me. On reflex I kick my leg forward and trip him up.
"Jacob, please my fiance is just right outside waiting in the truck," he sits up and peers over his glasses at the truck, someone was moving around in the driver's seat, the heavily tinted windows only showing a shadow, it was either Santana or Brittany, Quinn wasn't getting up anytime soon. I pinch the bridge of my nose, I really couldn't do much to Jacob, especially since I almost exposed us a few years ago during a sloppy bar brawl. I'm sure the Lima Police Dept. is still looking for someone that fits my description.
"Please! I can take Fabray on, I've been working out." He flexes and true to his word, under his shirt ripples with bulging pecs. I twitch. I reach into my pocket and pull out the truck keys, unlocking the door.
"Jacob as swell as it is to see you I really must be on my way, so if you can finish my transaction-" A loud thump makes us both jump and turn around. Wolff peered in at us through the window, standing on his hind legs, looking every bit like a pissed off Santana. I lick my bottom lip. A muffled woof comes through the window.
Jacob stares at him wide eyed, I turn to him and smirk, I watch his eyes go from curious fear to outright terror as another thump echos through the small store. I glance up only to see a red eyed Snix staring unamused at us. She points to her watch and glares. I nudge Jacob back towards the counter where he stiffly punches a few keys and hands me my change. A tap followed by a loud bark makes me turn my attention back to the window. Santana points to some chocolate milk and Wolff's nodding towards some beef jerky. I sigh and collect their items, pay and leave.
I toss Santana her Dove chocolate milk and open Wolff's jerky, I can feel Jacob's eyes on me, I turn to confirm it and shudder when he throws a nervous wink at me.
I hold the beef jerky above my head and call for Wolff, who takes a bounding leap towards me, flying over my head. I grin as he turns and buries his head into my back and he chews. Santana pumps the gas as Wolff and I hop into the truck.
I play with the keys as I wait for Santana, I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to smile at Brittany, she glares at me.
"Are you fucking Santana?" She asks bluntly.
"...!"
BRITTANY'S POV
Way too much was happening and I really wanted to get to the bottom of it, starting with Rachel and San's weird relationship. No one sexs my woman up but me.
"Well?"
"Brittany don't be absurd! First off I am happily with Quinn, secondly Santana and I are just friends." Rachel tells me calmly. I soften a little.
"Good, cause I plan on marrying her and making an honest woman out of her." I smile, no wait..
"..."
"..."
Santana hops back into the truck and cuddles into me, "les be goin' Berry!" Rachel quickly turns and drives off towards the Lopez residence. I sigh, I have way bigger fish to fry, especially now that I am going to be dealing with mama Lopez.
Santana uses her key and lets us in, we go upstairs, Santana and I head towards her old room and Rachel, guiding a sleepy Quinn, head for the guest room. Wolff stays downstairs curling up next to the couch.
I groan as we settle into the old bed falling asleep almost instantly with Santana spooning me.
THE NEXT DAY
I feel Santana's strong arms still embracing me from behind, she's stroking my stomach. I feel her tongue dart out, tracing patterns on my neck. I moan and sigh scooting my ass back and into her.
"Britt, babe, whatcha want for brea- MOMMY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?" I stiffen when Santana comes into view.
"Oh poo, you know I was just reacquainting myself with Brittany's tits!" Mama L yells back at Santana while grabbing said tits to emphasize her point. I tear myself out of her grip and slip behind Santana.
"Mommy you cannot go around molesting my wife in her sleep!"
"Yeah!"
"Why?" She sits up in the bed, my underwear clutched in her hands.
"Are you shitting me right now?" Santana huffs and then proceeds to get into a tug of war session with her mother over my underwear. I look down and notice I am indeed sans sleeping shorts. I shake my head. Ever since Santana and I were younger her mother has had an odd attraction to me, she, of course, never acted on it. Until my eighteenth birthday that is.
*Flashback*
I stretch as lay in bed, giddy and waiting for San to bring my traditional breakfast in bed. I hear music filtering faintly through my window, I get up cautiously and look down, my face contorting from confusion to pure horror
I crane my neck to see Mama Lopez straddling a white stallion while her reluctant looking husband held a wireless stereo above his head. She reaches her hand up towards the window singing along with the radio, nudging Papa Lopez with her foot to sing back up.
We grinding with passion (cause it's your birthday)
Been at it for hours (I know you thirsty)
You kiss me so sweetly (taste just like Hershey's)
Just tell me how you want your gift girl...
"Brittany S. Pierce I've waited years for this day! I am in love with you, I have never felt this way about anyone before! Will you be my mistress?" I stare down at her, I glance behind me when I hear Santana tripping over LT with a huge breakfast platter of my favorite foods.
"What you doing out of bed baby?" She asks with a slight lisp, she claims she ran into a tree while hoping the fence into her backyard. I blink slowly and back away from the window, pointing out of it.
Santana lays the tray on the bed, picking Lord Tubbington up so he wouldn't be tempted by my food.
She limps over to the window and rears back when she sees her naked mother, a white horse, and her daddy.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MOMMY?"
"You! You don't deserve her! I have allowed you to play this game this far but no more, Lopez!"
"What?"
"I am in love with your girlfriend! There is nothing you can do about it!"
"Daddy is standing right damn there!"
"Don't bring your father into this!" She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. "This is just how its gotta be Princess, she completes me." Santana sneers and slams the window shut, violently clasping the curtains with one hand, the other holding a distraught LT.
"Crazy bitch, thinks she can come over here and put the moves on my woman, got another thing coming." She mumbles, she tosses LT out into the hall with a piece of bacon and closes my door.
I smile softly and kiss her, "you know you're the only Lopez I will ever be in love with, well besides our kids." I tell her, wrapping my arms around her neck and pulling her close.
A knock on my door interrupts us, "darling, why is there a naked woman on a horse proclaiming her love for you on the front lawn? Why does said naked woman look like Mrs. Lopez?" My father's deep voice vibrates through the door. I feel Santana stiffen and sigh next to me.
"Just ignore it daddy P!" She yells out through gritted teeth.
"Huh...alright then, happy birthday babygirl!" He walks off humming to himself.
I rest my head against Santana's, "this is just a phase, it'll blow over."
*End of Flashback*
Oh how wrong I was.. she continued trying to seduce me the rest of the year and the years following.
Papa Lopez, is a bitch man. I love him to death, but no was not in his vocabulary when it came to his wife and kids. The only time he showed any sign of authority was when he carried Mama Lo out of Santana and I's wedding when she threw a fit when her violent 'I object' was ignored by everyone.
I grab Santana before she could lunge at her sneering mother, "Come on, lets go out to eat. Maybe we'll run into some of the old club members.." I grab one of my suitcases and march off to the bathroom with my pouting and scowling wife.
After I'm all washed up and ready to leave Santana takes my hand and pulls me quickly through the large house and into the garage, yelling for Quinn and Rachel to join us. A few minutes later we are cruising through Lima.
"So, who we dealing with this morning? Charlie, Quinn, or Charlie-Quinn?" Santana asked, clearly trying to be funny.
"Your mom wants to fuck Brittany." Quinn deadpans, I snort and put a hand on Santana's to keep her relatively calm.
"Ooh look! There's the restaurant Kurt and Blaine own! Baby, lets go!" Santana stiffly pulls over and slips out of the car, cutting the engine.
"Welcome to K'N'B!" a mousy girl chirps while smiling brightly at our little group, "if you'll follow me." She hands us menus and guides us to a booth in the middle of the room. I feel Rachel stiffen next to me, I follow her gaze to a huge and rugged looking Finn Hudson.
This should be fun.
Guys...guys..seriously guys..guys seriously..I am so sorry this took so long, I feel like this chapter could be a lot better so don't be surprised if I take it back and revamp it later. But I am back to once a day. Please leave me a note to let me know you're still with me, because this fic is no where near done. So yeah, leave me some feedback and I shall see you tomorrow! Next chapter, the girls run into Finn and lets just say he ain't happy. The ladies raise a little hell to make themselves feel better. And momma Lopez hatches a plan, speaking of, Sofia Vergara has ALWAYS been Santana's mom to me.