Brittany and Stella are seated in Madison Square Garden watching as Santana runs through some of her songs. They are prepping all the stage stuff and working on the timing. The world tour is starting here in New York City before they go to London and the rest of Europe from there.
"Great job babe!" Brittany shouts at the end of a song.
She can tell that her wife has some nerves, this being her first concert back since giving birth.
"I think we're as ready as we can be." Santana says as they finish the last song.
She waves to Brittany to join her on stage. It's hard for her to focus completely with Brittany and Stella here. She doesn't know how Brittany stayed so focus when her and Stella visited.
"I can't wait to see the whole show tonight, you're going to do amazing." Brittany says to her wife.
"I hope so," Santana says taking Stella from her wife.
"You're not nervous hon." Brittany asks.
"The first concert on a tour is always nerve-racking." Santana tells her. "We're still working everything out."
Brittany wraps her up in a hug. She holds her wife and daughter tightly to her. This is the way she can comfort her wife without her wife getting mad that she's babying her. She knows that her wife doesn't like to appear soft.
"Well, after the concert maybe we can have a late date night in the hotel room." Brittany says.
"I'd like that." Santana says.
They head back to Santana's dressing room to relax before the concert starts. It's still a few hours away.
"Is there anything you do special to get ready?" Brittany asks her wife.
"I warm up my vocals twenty minutes before, but mostly I just sleep or text with you." Santana says.
"Well, you just let me know what we're doing and I'll do it." Brittany says.
"Right now, I just want to snuggle with you." Santana says.
Brittany sits down on the couch, opening her arms for her to snuggle into her body. Santana gladly snuggles into her wife's body. Stella is in her play pen, talking to herself.
"I wonder what she talks about?" Brittany muses.
"Probably about how cool we are." Santana says.
"Or how lame she thinks we are." Brittany says smiling.
"Please, we are not lame." Santana counters.
Before they can continue arguing about what their daughter babbles about, Santana's producer comes in.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
"Yes," Santana says from her comfortable spot.
"Really?" he questions.
"Trust me, I'm ready." Santana says.
"Okay, just checking." the producer says. "Your hair and makeup team will be in shortly."
With that he leaves to go fret over other parts of the show.
"I haven't been to one of your concerts in a long time. This is going to be so fun to see you in action." Brittany happily says.
Santana just smiles also glad to have her wife here. They relax for another half hour before the hair and makeup team come in.
"Let's get you ready."
Brittany has Stella in her arms as she watches Santana walk out onto the stage.
"There's mami," Brittany whispers.
Santana glances over at them, blowing a kiss before turning her attention fully to the crowd. The music has started and Santana starts singing. She walks out to the end of the stage belting out her song, Always There. As she backs up to the center of the stage, dancers join her. She continues singing as the dancers' dance around her, she does smaller moves similar to the dancers. Brittany watches in awe of her wife as she sings her heart out. She feels the love from her singing. Santana holds the last note before finishing. The crowd erupts in cheers.
"Good evening, New York City!" Santana shouts causing everyone to cheer more. "I'm so happy to be here, starting my world tour for Love is Love."
Somehow the place erupts even louder in cheers. Brittany is cheering from the wings. Everyone is looking at her weirdly as they are all busy doing stuff, not used to having fans backstage like this. Stella is looking all around not bothered by the noise as Brittany has put on noise cancelling ear plugs on her.
"Let's get this concert started!" Santana shouts as her band starts playing the next song.
She jumps into the fast-paced song, jumping around as she sings. She's having a blast. Any frustration about having to go on tour, is gone. She had forgotten how much fun doing a concert is. Glancing quickly to the side, she smiles as she sees her wife enjoying herself. This causes her to sing with more passion to finish the song. She quickly transitions into the next song, going behind a prop tree briefly only to come out the other side having changed clothes.
A few songs later, Santana works into the choreography of her song to rush over to Brittany, to give her a quick peck. Stella claps her hands, making giggling noises. Brittany blushes as some of the crowd can see and only then do they realize who it must be. The crowd cheers even louder as the fact that Brittany Pierce is here, spreads. Once the song is over, Santana stands center stage to talk to the crowd.
"As I'm sure you all know by now, my wonderful wife, Brittany, is here with our daughter." she says motioning for Brittany to come out.
This wasn't planned and Brittany is hesitant to come out.
"Come on out Britt." Santana says looking over at her waving.
Brittany shakes her head at first before giving in and joining her wife center stage. The crowd erupts as she walks out. Stella frowns as even with her noise cancelling headphones, she can still hear some of the cheering, it's so loud. Santana hands her a mic so they can talk to the crowd.
"Hey," Brittany says waving.
The crowd erupts in cheers again.
"Care to join me in a song, honey?" Santana asks.
"I don't think so San, they all came to hear you sing not me butcher one of your songs." Brittany says.
"I tried everyone," Santana says to the crowd who collectively laugh.
"Trust me, I'm saving all your ears." Brittany jokes back.
She's a decent singer, but no where as good as her wife. Brittany walks back over to her spot in the wings.
"She's really not that bad." Santana informs the crowd.
She then starts to sing her most famous love ballad which is all about her wife. Once she sings the last note, six dancers come running out and an upbeat music starts as Santana sings one of her dance songs. She sings several more songs before doing a costume change. She comes out with a guitar and starts singing the first song she ever wrote, acoustically.
"Mami is so talented." Brittany whispers to Stella who is currently asleep in her sling.
Two hours later, Santana sings her last song of the night.
"New York City! You've been a wonderful audience!" Santana shouts over the cheers. "Have a safe and wonderful rest of your night."
With that Santana walks off stage, straight into her wife's arms.
"That was amazing." Brittany says giving her a kiss. "You were so in your element out there." she praises.
Santana beams at this so glad her wife enjoyed herself.
"How's our angel?" Santana asks.
"Sound asleep." Brittany says turning around to show her.
Stella is asleep against Brittany's back in her carrier.
"I have to sign some autographs and do a few meet and greets before I can leave. You can head back to the hotel." Santana says.
"No, we'll wait for you." Brittany says.
Santana is very happy about this. They made their way over to the table where a line of fans are waiting.
"Oh my god," a girl shouts.
"It's Santana!"
"Brittany's with her!"
Everyone in line starts freaking out. Not only are they meeting Santana Lopez but Brittany Pierce too.
"Can I have a picture with both of you?" the first girl in line asks.
"Sure," Brittany says before Santana can reply.
After the first picture everyone wants pictures with both of them. Nearly an hour later, they finally finish up and are able to go to the hotel room.
"Sorry, that took so long." Santana says.
"Don't worry about it." Brittany says. "I had fun."
"Of course, you did." Santana says shaking her head. "Are you still up for date night?" she asks.
"Heck yes I am." Brittany says.
Once they are back at the hotel, they put their still sleeping daughter down before going into the living room. Santana lights some candles as Brittany heats up some leftovers.
"I hate that we haven't had a night out together since my album release party two months ago." Santana says.
"But we still make time for each other. I like our little homebound date nights." Brittany says.
"Yeah, it would just be nice to actually go out though. Not that I don't love our date nights." Santana says.
Even with their hectic work schedules, taking care of their daughter, they always make sure to spend some time alone together. After all the problems they've had in the past with not spending enough time together and lack of a sex life, they never want to go back to that. It was actually Brittany's therapist who suggested that they have date nights once a week at least even if it's only at their house after their daughter is asleep. It's helped greatly with keeping their passion alive.
"Maybe in London, we can find time." Brittany suggests as they both sit down at the table.
"I love you," Santana says sighing.
"Love you too," Brittany says.
They eat in silence, giving each other loving looks. Once they finish, they snuggle together on the couch, turning on a romcom.
"It's nice to have you here." Santana says, her head on her wife's chest.
"I like being here with you." Brittany says, kissing the top of her head.
"Do you think you could stay for the whole tour?" Santana hopefully asks.
"I'm supposed to do some promoting of my new movie." Brittany says. "I can ask my manager about moving things around so I can stay with you the whole time."
Santana wraps her arms tighter around her neck, kissing her deeply. She reaches down, rubbing her wife's bulge. Brittany moans, closing her eyes. Santana smiles, squeezing her bulge slightly as she rubs.
"San," Brittany moans.
"Yes honey," Santana innocently says.
"If you don't stop, I'm going to get hard." Brittany groans.
"That's the point," Santana says smirking, pushing down her pants and boxers.
She rubs she dick, getting her hard before she starts jacking her off. Brittany moans, loving the feeling of her wife's hand around her dick. She cums quickly all over Santana's hand and front.
"Damn," Brittany groans. "Give me a moment." she breaths.
Santana bites her lip, feeling herself getting wetter. She peels off her pants and shirt. Smiling when she feels her wife's eyes on her.
"I need you." Santana moans.
That's all it takes for Brittany to dive down and start eating her out.
"Oh god," Santana moans, her hand going to the back of Brittany's head.
Brittany eats her out, using her tongue to play with her clit.
"More Britt, more." Santana moans.
She grips Brittany's hair tightly as she comes, gushing her juices all over the blonde's face.
"You taste delicious," Brittany says smiling up at her wife.
"Come up here," Santana says pulling her up her body.
"I love you," Brittany says kissing her deeply.
"Britt," Santana moans clawing at her back.
Still hard, she slowly enters her wife.
"Oh fuck," Santana moans.
"Shit your tight," Brittany groans pausing to allow her wife to adjust before pushing all the way in.
"Fuck," Santana moans, biting her wife's shoulder to stop form screaming.
They move in rhythm, thrusting into each other. Quickly reaching their climaxes.
"Britt!"
"Shit San!"
Once they come down from their highs, Brittany rolls off her wife.
"What a way to end the night." Brittany says.
"Best way to end the night." Santana says smiling, she snuggles into her wife's body.
"Sure was," Brittany yawns.
Santana doesn't reply as she's asleep.
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Arriving in Madrid for seven days and five concerts they are met by cheers in the airports. Much like they were in London, Dublin and Paris. But unlike those cities there are also some haters of Brittany.
"Get away from her, freak!"
"We don't want you here!"
"Kill yourself tranny freak!"
Santana wraps her arm around her wife to protect her. They haven't heard any hate up till now. She's furious that this is coming from her fans.
"Don't listen to them Britt." Santana whispers as they pass a group that is cheering for them.
"We love you!"
"Can't wait for your concert!"
"Marry me!"
Brittany nods, trying to focus on all the positive fans here to support them, not the hecklers. Though it's hard.
They're whisked away into a waiting limo and driven to their hotel suite. Stella sleeps through the whole thing only waking up once they reach the hotel.
"She's just like you." Brittany says rocking their fussy daughter. "Can sleep through a rock concert but wakes up every time we enter a hotel."
"Well, she wants to make sure it meets her standards." Santana says, so glad her wife seems to be doing fine.
Brittany smirks before saying. "I'm going to call Aly."
"Okay, I'll feed Stella." Santana says.
She's happy that her wife is seeking help before her thoughts get crazy and they start having issues.
Brittany walks out onto the balcony as she calls her therapist.
'Brittany,' Aly says answering on the first ring.
'I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Brittany asks.
'No, I'm just eating breakfast.' Aly tells her. 'What can I do for you?'
'As you know, I'm on tour with San. We just landed in Madrid and there were some hecklers in the crowd at the airport. They were saying some pretty mean things.' Brittany says. 'This time they really got to me.'
'Why?' Aly asks.
'I don't know,' Brittany says frowning.
'Have you been heckled anywhere else thus far?' Aly asks.
'Not that I've heard.' Brittany says trying to think. 'Oh, that's why I'm focused on the negative instead of letting it go.'
'Just remember that most people love and support you. And more importantly your wife and daughter love you.' Aly tells her.
'Thanks Aly,' Brittany says so glad she called before she let things festered.
'You're welcome, let me know if you need any more help.' Aly tells her.
'I will,' Brittany says before hanging up.
Nowadays, Brittany only sees Aly when she feels a need. Once a month she calls her to check in but it's mostly only five minutes just telling her that everything is still good. Sometimes she helps with minor suggestions to things Brittany didn't even think of was a problem.
Brittany heads back to the master to find Santana waiting for her.
"Stella's back asleep." Santana says yawning.
"You should be asleep too." Brittany says walking over.
"I wanted to make sure you are okay." Santana says.
"I am, Aly was helpful like always." Brittany says giving her a quick peck on the lips.
"Good,"