Author's Note: Sorry for the long gap between chapters, it's been a long and shitty few weeks and it ain't getting any better. I've hand written at least the next three or so chapters for you, and planned the rest of the story for the most part, I just haven't had the energy or the time to type it up. Plus I have quite bad carpal tunnel in both hands so it's hard to type when you can't feel your hands! But! I got my new laptop delivered a few days ago which has some incredible dictation software that allows me to write stuff without ever touching my keyboard, it's kinda awesome! It does make mistakes so if there are any that's why (and I didn't catch them on my read through!) and does not seem to want to write the word 'fucking' correctly at all so there's been a lot of flocking going on XD but it will allow me to type the rest of the story up for you guys much quicker =)
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Content Warning: This chapter contains scenes of threat, violence, death, homophobia and s*x. As well as mentions of suicide and depictions of mental health issues. Please be safe.
Chapter Fourteen
Finn's hand wrapped around Santana's throat, fingers squeezing, squeezing until she could no longer draw breath. She battered at him, hitting him wherever she could reach but the longer he had her trapped the weaker and slower her blows became. Finally all she was able to do was flail weakly at his arm, face tinged blue and eyes bulging as she felt her trachea start to give out under his strength.
All the while, Santana's eyes had never left the battered forms of the beautiful blondes that lay behind Finn. She willed them to move, to look at her, to say something to let her know they were okay and that her life was worth fighting for. They didn't move. Hadn't since she'd heard those awful crunching, snapping sounds – the same ones that she could now hear starting to come from her own neck…
Suddenly the pressure on her throat lessened and she managed to suck in a much needed breath. She felt hands on her back then. They slid to her waist and around to her stomach, arms wrapping around her tight.
"It's okay, Santana. Finn's only trying to help you." Rachel's voice came by her ear, smooth and seductive. "He knows how fucked up you are, we all do. We know how hard and painful life is, how little you care about anything. We know you just want it to end-"
"No…" Santana croaked out, trying to turn her head to lay eyes on the diva but Finn tightened his grip again to stop her.
"So I made it easy for you. It's the least I could do after everything you've done for me!" Rachel's arms got tighter around her – painfully so. "Brittany and Quinn were the only things standing in your way. With them still here you'd never take that last step into the darkness, would you? They've been the only things keeping you going for so long. So Finn and I did you a favour and got rid of them for you."
Finn's face twisted into a sick grin, eyes burning with hatred and satisfaction as a strangled sob slipped from Santana. Rachel squeezed hard and the sound of a rib cracking echoed around them along with a cry of pain from the Latina. Rachel was in view then, finally releasing Santana, only to fall into Finn's embrace. The boy wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her to him for a long, slow kiss.
Santana slammed her eyes closed as bile crept up her throat. "Rach, please, this isn't you. Please-"
Finn shook her so violently that Santana was sure he was going to break her neck. Somehow he didn't, but he did daze her and knock the last of the air from her lungs. So when Rachel turned to look at Santana and plunged the knife she held deep into the Latina's heart, there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop her…
Santana sat bolt upright in bed, dripping with sweat, heart in her mouth. Her hands flew to her neck and chest but found no wounds. That did nothing to calm her though as Rachel's awful laughter bounced around her head still. She whipped around, eyes landing on the three sleeping, breathing girls beside her and she felt her panic start to subside. She watched their chests rise and fall for a minute in the early morning light. She could still taste the bile in her throat, especially when she looked at Rachel but she shook those images from her dream away and slipped out of bed.
The Latina crept from the room, down the hall to the house bathroom – Rachel had an en-suite but she just… needed some space away, to clear her head for a while. Standing at the sink, Santana ran the cold water and splashed it on her face a few times. The temperature helped to almost reboot her, wash away the remnants of the dream and clear out those black feelings that it had inspired. Well, almost. She stared at herself in the mirror – dripping with water, a terrifying blankness in her eyes that just would not leave no matter how many times she told herself it hadn't been real, that Rachel would never hurt them, would never go back to that brute of a boy…
There was a soft knock at the door. Before Santana could answer, it opened and Brittany slipped in. The blonde shut the door behind her and locked it.
"San?"
The Latina met her girlfriend's eyes in the mirror and a split-second later Brittany had her arms wrapped around her. Santana didn't move, didn't react – she just stayed staring at herself. A bolt of fear shot through Brittany. She shuddered at the look in the brunette's eyes - it was one she hadn't seen since last year, one that scared the life out of her still. She had seen Santana at her worst, at her absolute lowest when the Latina thought there was no way back from the pain and the darkness and the anger. The last time Brittany had seen it was the day Santana had confided in her abuela that she liked girls and the woman had disowned her, called her disgusting, depraved, told her she was going to hell and she never wanted to see Santana again.
The dancer had not heard from Santana after the text telling her she was going to her abuela's so Brittany had gone round to the Lopez's and found Santana, fists bloody, face tearstained, staring at herself blankly in the mirror. She wouldn't say a word, or couldn't, Brittany wasn't sure. But it had terrified her to her very core because the Santana she knew and loved was just… gone. In her place was a shattered shell of a person who just simply went through the motions of living – for almost a month after that Santana just… existed. She put on a mask at school but as soon as no one was around it was like life was too much and she crumpled, collapsed into herself.
Brittany had refused to leave her side the entire month. She had told Santana that she had just wanted to be there and show her that she was loved until Santana believed it again. The truth was Brittany had this overwhelming feeling in her gut that if she left Santana's side… The girl wouldn't be alive when she got back. So she had not left the Latina for longer than the length of a class they didn't have together. And she never left her alone outside of school. Not ever.
But here they were again, that familiar gut feeling making Brittany feel weak with desperation, terror, uselessness. "What happened, San? I need you to talk to me, please." Brittany's quiet voice broke the awful silence in the bathroom.
Santana didn't respond.
"San?" Brittany shifted until she was between Santana and the mirror, breaking the girl's line of sight. "I need you to look at me, Santana. Come on, I need to know what happened so I can make it better."
Santana's eyes focused in on the dancer after a few long minutes of gentle prompting by the blonde. A stuttery sigh fell from Brittany and a relieved smile stretched her lips.
"Hey, beautiful." She hugged her girlfriend to her tight for a second. "Okay, now… talk to me? Let me hear that voice I love so much?"
Santana blinked, pulling back a little to look the blonde up and down as if she had never seen her before. "Britt?" A frown appeared on her face. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Brittany couldn't help the laugh that jumped from her mouth as relief washed over her. "Yeah, San. I'm okay." Only Santana could be in the middle of spiralling into darkness and still be more worried about Brittany than herself. "I need you to do me a favour though."
"Anything for you, Britt…" The Latina's voice was faint, strained, not at all like the usual confident, smoky, cheekiness that Brittany wished to hear.
"Can you name a song you'd like to listen to right now?"
Santana stared at Brittany for a long time until the blonde's anxiety got too much.
"San, please-"
"My immortal."
Brittany's breath caught in her throat and her heart sank. She covered quickly, forcing a smile onto her face. "Thank you for telling me, San. I really appreciate it." The dancer's eyes flitted about her girlfriend's form as she swallowed hard. "Are you hurt at all? I mean, did you get hurt this morning?"
Santana shook her head.
"That's good, San, really good." Brittany proceeded to check anyway, just in case. She took Santana's face in her hands, turning her head this way and that, eyes not missing a thing. Brittany ran her fingers through dark hair carefully, trailed them along olive skin, moving clothing out of the way until she was absolutely certain.
When she straightened up, Brittany found herself pinned with her back against the sink. Santana's eyes had darkened, were suddenly hungry, animalistic as she crashed her mouth against Brittany's, knocking the breath from them both. The blonde didn't hesitate to respond, kissing back and wrapping herself up in Santana. She wanted her girlfriend to talk to her so they could work through whatever had put her in such a black and terrible place but if this is what Santana needed then Brittany would do anything for her – anything to pull her out of that place and stop that heart stopping, gut wrenching look in her eyes.
Santana almost ripped Brittany's T-shirt in her hurry to get it off - she threw the offending item to the floor and latched onto the blonde's pulse point, hands pulling them ever closer together. Brittany lost her own hands in Santana's hair, holding her firmly in place as the girl sucked a hickey into existence. The dancer's jeans came off next, followed by Santana's shirt then Brittany's bra. Santana's mouth trailed wet kisses down to the blonde's breasts and took a nipple in her mouth. Brittany threw her head back and ground against her girlfriend but not finding any friction a groan of frustration slipped from her.
"San, please touch me… It's been too long…"
Santana growled against the blonde's skin, biting into the soft flesh of her breast with enough force to make Brittany gasp and a hiss escape. She soothed the mark with her tongue as her hands kneaded Brittany's ass. The blonde wrapped her legs around Santana's waist and let her turn and slam her back against the wall. It wasn't often Santana got rough with her – the Latina was usually passionate, thorough, gentle. If Brittany wanted it rough she had to wind Santana up enough for the girl to even consider letting loose like that and then she had to explicitly ask for it – that was the kind of lover Santana was. Usually.
When Santana's bruising kiss forced Brittany's mouth open and she plunged her tongue in, the dancer knew just how bad her girlfriend was right then. Yet she genuinely did not want Santana to stop; the way she was grinding her hips into Brittany, the way she was raking her nails down her back, the way she was leaving hickey after hickey on the blonde's skin – possessively marking her – made Brittany wetter than she'd ever been before. If Santana didn't give her what she needed soon she thought she might burn up.
"San, please, I need you," Brittany gasped in the Latina's ear, arms wrapped tight around the other girl's neck.
Without any more preamble, Santana's hand slid down and into Brittany's underwear, aimed right where the blonde needed her. Brittany's head snapped back against the wall when Santana slid two fingers into her roughly, a long, loud moan escaped both of them at the same time.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," Santana growled into her girlfriend's neck, teeth nipping, tongue swirling over skin maddeningly.
Santana drove into Brittany hard making the blonde's eyes roll back in her head and whimper for more. Her entire body burned wherever Santana's skin touched her own. She lost herself in the moment, in the feel of being in Santana's arms, fingers buried deep inside her, the coil in her lower stomach tightening…
"I'm so close, San, please, you know what I need!"
A feral grin stretched Santana's face as she propped Brittany up between her own body and the wall and pried one of the dancer's arms from round her neck to pin it above her head. Santana buried her face in her girlfriend's armpit – alternating open mouth kisses and dragging her tongue over the sensitive skin – all the while using her hips to thrust into Brittany with more force, thumb brushing over her clit.
"Fuck, yes, San!"
A deep, lustful growl crawled up Santana's throat at her usually PG-13 girlfriend swearing, another quickly followed as she felt the girl's walls tighten around her fingers and Brittany go rigid as she came hard.
Once the after-shocks had subsided, the blonde's head fell forward onto the Latina's shoulder, slumping completely against her as she panted. The feel of Brittany's entire weight on her, the amount of faith the girl showed in trusting Santana not to drop her made the brunette's chest puff. And when Brittany started peppering her exposed neck and shoulders with lazy kisses, Santana felt the darkness start to withdraw. The happy sigh that followed pushed it back even further.
"That was awesome, San." Brittany smiled into her skin. "I didn't realise just how badly I needed that."
Santana pulled back a little from the wall, arms snaking around to hold Brittany up still. "Did I hurt you?"
The concern and slight panic in the Latina's voice told Brittany she was in control again. Kissing her girlfriend softly on the lips, Brittany untangled herself and, when she was steady on her feet again, stretched enthusiastically. "That was just what I needed, San."
Santana's eyes went wide as she took in all the bruises and bite marks she had littered about Brittany's body – the one on her left breast and the one on her shoulder just where it met her neck looked the worst. Brittany cupped Santana's face and made her look at her, dragging her eyes away from the marks.
"I'm okay, my sweet protector."
"But, Britt, I-"
"It's okay, Santana," Brittany said a little more forcefully. "We all need to let off steam sometimes, we all process stuff in different ways. I'm just happy that you let me help you. And! I got something out of it too. So win – win." She grinned, wrapping her arms around Santana again.
Conflict raged in Santana's eyes – she couldn't help but bring a hand up to trace the marks on Brittany – flinching and grimacing when the blonde had to bite back a noise of discomfort at the gentle probing fingers. "I'm sorry, Britt," Santana murmured as she dropped featherlight kisses over every bruise and bite. "I lost control and I… It won't ever happen again, not around you, not around Quinn, not around Rachel. I won't hurt you."
Brittany covered the Latina's mouth with her hand, sighing loudly. "You did not do anything that I didn't want and didn't enjoy. I could have left any time if I didn't want it, but I wanted it so badly. Because I always want you. How ever I can have you." The dancer's piercing blue eyes held Santana captive. "I know you would never and could never hurt me. I trust you, Santana. I trust you with me, with Quinn, with Rachel. The only person I do not trust you with is you. So I made a promise long ago that I would always do everything I could to keep you safe. Even from yourself."
A tear, blinked free, wound its way down Santana's face to Brittany's hand.
"All I need you to do is just let me be here for you. Just let me in. I can handle the rest. You just have to trust me, beautiful."
Santana tugged on the blonde's wrist until she removed her hand. "I do trust you, Britt. Completely. It's like you said, I just don't trust myself. I can't be trusted-"
"Yes, you can! You have people in your life who trust you – trust you have earned and proven worthy of over and over again!" Brittany suddenly snapped her mouth shut, eyes too and took a few deep breaths - letting herself get wound up would get them nowhere right then. "How about we make a deal, my love?"
A smile pulled at Santana's mouth and she encircled her arms around her almost naked girlfriend's waist. "What kinda deal?"
"A deal where you look after our family exactly the way you always have – with fierce devotion, unending love and by just being yourself. And you let your family look after you. All you have to do is trust that we love you and we will never hurt you either."
The Latina leant her forehead against the blonde's and breathed in all that was Brittany. It made her a little dizzy and tingle all over. "Deal. From now on, I'm in your hands."
Brittany couldn't help the huge grin that split her face in two as she captured Santana's lips and kissed her soundly – happiness radiating from the dancer. "Thank you. So… Will you tell me what happened?"
"Tell me again why we're going along with this bullshit and letting her go over there?" Quinn paced about Rachel's bedroom.
Brittany and Rachel sat cross-legged on the bed following her with their eyes.
"Especially after that fucking nightmare!"
"I know-"
"All of this has clearly got her fucked up if that prick has got a starring role in her unconscious mind!"
"I know but-"
"And My Immortal? Fuck, B, that's… That's fucking bad…" Quinn's voice had dropped to a terrified whisper. The blonde shook her head violently. "No, she should be here with her family. Safe. Where we can take care of her! She shouldn't be running off to fucking poke Gorilla Grod with a stick!" Quinn's eyes widened in horror and her hand came up to her mouth. She spoke through her fingers. "What if he pulls some sneaky bullshit and manages to corner her? What if he hurts her? What if he… What if he…"
Brittany leapt off the bed and engulfed her hyperventilating girlfriend in a hug. "You're spiralling, baby. Come on, take a breath. I got you."
Quinn clutched at the dancer as she fought to control her ragged, laboured breathing.
"I need you to listen to me, sweetheart. Okay?" Brittany waited until she felt Quinn nod and her chest stop heaving so much before she continued. She kept her tone gentle yet sure as she spoke. "We both know there's no stopping San once her mind is made up. We both know why she's doing this, why she has to do this. And we both know why we stayed behind. It doesn't make it any easier, I know. And we are all going to be anxious and worrying until she's safe in our arms again. There's nothing we can do about any of that."
Quinn sighed quietly but hummed her agreement.
"What we can do and what we can do brilliantly, is the thing San asked us to do while she was gone. Right?" Brittany kissed Quinn's forehead, both girl's eyes landing on the fidgeting diva on the bed watching them guiltily… as if she had caused this…
"Right." Quinn chuckled and dropped a kiss onto the dancer's collarbone – the hickeys littering Brittany's exposed skin did not escape her notice. But Brittany spoke before Quinn could.
"And anyway, Rachel's dad's would never let anything happen to Santana. They both already love her so they will look out for her, right, Rach?"
Rachel blinked at them. She hadn't heard much the last minute or so. She had been reliving the previous night for the millionth time – her, frozen outside her door, guilt ridden and in anguish as she realised she was still causing the little family pain and heartache. She knew she should have tried harder to stop Santana, knew she should have put her foot down and insisted she fight her own battles… When she had tried, the words almost out of her mouth, Santana had pulled her tight against her, kissed her so softly, smelled so intoxicating that Rachel's brain had been a mess. Then when the Latina had left, she had held the diva's face in her hands, such reverence in the touch, and – in between the softest, skin tingling kisses peppered over her lips and every inch of her skin she had access to – murmured at her to stay safe, that she would always come back to Rachel.
When the door had closed behind the girl, Rachel had lunged after her and had to be scooped up by Quinn to stop her following Santana out of the house. Her heart had pounded, her skin sung from the Latina's touch, from her kisses… And she still hadn't been able to say what she needed to- what she should have said-
"I think you should stay away from me."
"…what?" Quinn's head snapped up off Brittany's shoulder and her eyes trained in on the diva like a hawk.
Rachel swallowed hard but nodded jerkily. "I-I would like to-to formally request that y-you all stay as far away from me as you c-can. I've dragged you into enough o-of my problems. This – Santana going off to put herself in Finn's path again – it's wrong and it's dangerous and all for what? Me?" A harsh laugh came from the diva making the blondes' eyebrows shoot up. "It's not worth it. Putting herself, your family, in danger… causing more problems between you. It's not worth it… I'm not worth it."
As Brittany and Quinn watched Rachel seemed to fold into herself, her knees pulled into her chest, arms wrapped around them, defeated look in her eyes.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Rachel?"
"Quinn." Brittany warned, trying to soothe the onslaught of words she knew were about to be unleashed from her girlfriend. But Quinn never got the chance, Rachel's next words shut her up entirely.
"I heard yesterday. You were fighting again, because of all this with Finn, because… Because of me…" Rachel's voice was so quiet and sad that both blondes felt their hearts tugging them towards the girl, fingers flexing, dying to reach out and hold her. "All I do is fuck things up for you. And yet you keep saving me, keep looking after me. It's not right of me to be taking advantage of your kindness or your guilt anymore. I'm sorry." A strangled sob tore from Rachel's lips. "I know I should have said this earlier, I tried to but Santana… She wouldn't listen, she just… And then I was in her arms and I couldn't do it – but I-I should have! I should have stopped her…" The diva forced herself to meet the blondes' eyes. "Please don't hate me. I couldn't bear it if it went back to the way it was before…" Her words were cut off as such violent and painful sobbing racked her small frame.
It took only a split second for Brittany and Quinn to across the room, clamber onto the bed and have the diva in their embrace. Again, Quinn felt something in her fracture as Rachel's fingers clawed into her T-shirt and clung on for dear life; sob after sob choking out of her, tears soaking into Quinn's shoulder. When she heard a quiet sniff come from Brittany too, she gathered both girls into her arms and pulled them backwards to lie on the bed with her – Rachel curled up on her chest, Brittany cuddled up into her side. Quinn's own eyes were starting to blur with tears, but she blinked them away and just held her girls to her even tighter.
Words escaped her right them. She wanted to say something to comfort the diva, convince her they could never hate her, assure her she mattered to them – because she mattered so fucking much. But Quinn knew her voice would shake and give herself away, and that couldn't happen. She had to be strong and in control for them all. When Santana was back and she could draw from her strength, that's when she'd fall apart. But not now. Her girls needed her. She pressed kisses into their hair, to their foreheads, rubbed their backs, squeezed them just a little harder to get them through the tears and hopelessness, and the heartache that she knew they were feeling so deeply and so completely… Because Quinn felt it too and it shattered her.
Was that really all Rachel saw herself as? A burden and a problem to them? As nothing of importance? As someone capable of only causing pain? God, that was so far from the truth of how they saw the diva, so far away from their feelings for her. Quinn bit her lip hard. She had chastised Santana for not telling the diva that she returned the girl's feelings but in reality, none of them had been explicitly honest with her. They had been too terrified about overwhelming Rachel, scaring her away by coming on too strong but… In all this drama and bullshit they had completely forgotten who exactly it was they were dealing with. Rachel was still Rachel at her core – she was still that hopelessly romantic, big-dreaming, spotlight-loving diva.
But she was also that same girl the Unholy Trinity, and everyone else had hurt last year – she was insecure, damaged, lonely… She had been used and abused by boys and ridiculed and judged by the whole school. She had been told over and over that she was "too much". That she had to dim herself and change if she wanted to be loved and accepted. Was it any wonder she thought so little of herself now? Was it any wonder she didn't believe the Unholy Trinity actually wanted her and cared for her? Quinn knew they had fucked up big time. They had wanted to take it slow, prove their worth and their intentions to the girl… And yeah, maybe they had been scared of being hurt too, of been rejected… They had wanted this relationship so badly, yet they had managed to fuck it up themselves with barely any effort.
"Fuck." Quinn muttered, shaking her head at herself. Santana had only been gone half an hour, barely enough time to drive to the Hudson-Hummel house, and they had already fucked up the one thing she had asked them to do: look after Rachel.
When Quinn focused back in on the brunette, she could hear her repeating something over and over under her breath.
"Please don't hate me, please don't hate me, please don't hate me…"
Quinn felt bile rising up her throat. God, they had really fucked up if Rachel thought that this would make them hate her. That anything would! She had to fix this, and fix it now, before it was too late and the diva shut down. They would never get back in then. Rachel would never believe a word they said again.
"Rachel…" Quinn forced a confidence and calmness into her voice that she didn't feel in that moment. "Rachel, we could never hate you. You are too… too important to us. You are too far embedded in our hearts for that to ever happen, I swear to you."
After a few more sobs and a shaky exhale of breath, the diva shifted so her ear was to Quinn's chest and she could speak clearly. "I-I am?" The girl sounded cautious and sceptical and it killed the blondes.
"You don't even know how much you mean to us, Rach. And I know, that's our fault. But I promise, as soon as Santana's back we will talk about everything."
When the diva didn't respond, Quinn chanced a glance down at her. The girl looked more conflicted than ever.
Quinn sighed. "I've been trying to get S to talk to you for a while now, but she's so fucking stubborn and so… guilt ridden."
"You have?" Genuine shock coloured Rachel's voice as she finally looked up at Quinn.
The blonde nodded earnestly. "She was trying to be sensitive and not pressure you but I'm guessing it was mostly just confusing?"
Rachel gaped at her for a second before a blush crept onto her face as Quinn arched an eyebrow at her. Rachel realised she had been waiting for an answer. Only the diva had not heard the question. Her mind had been stuck on Quinn's words. And the fact that the ex-head Cheerio had been trying to help her girlfriend and Rachel get together… Did that mean… Could it be… No. No, surely Quinn was only doing it out of support and love for her girlfriend. After all she did not know about the all-or-nothing deal Rachel had made with herself.
The hope that had made Rachel's entire body buzz faded just as quickly as it had appeared. She deflated and laid her head back on Quinn's chest. The blonde frowned, her lips pursed as the diva's whiplash emotions confused her horribly.
"Do you… not want Santana like that?"
Rachel's head shot up again, her eyes wide. "Of course I do! Uh… I mean…" The diva bit her lip so hard she almost broke the skin.
Quinn's frown only deepened. "Okay… Then what's the problem here, Rach?" The blonde heard the dancer huff out an exasperated sigh beside her.
"I…" Rachel worried her lip even more with her teeth. The words were on the tip of her tongue, all she had to do was just be brave and tell the girls what she wanted most in the world… "I want…" She was so close, just a little more. "…to stop getting you all hurt. So I really think you need to stay away from me." Her courage failed her. Her words were miserable. She was miserable as she tore herself away from the blondes and disappeared from the room without a backward glance.
"What the fuck?" Quinn, propped up on her hands, shot the dancer an exasperated, desperate look.
"Quinn." Brittany sighed with a slow, sad shake of her head. She wiped her face with her sleeves and sat up beside Quinn.
"What? What the fuck did I do?"
Brittany tucked a strand of her girlfriend's hair behind her ear with a patient smile. "You and San are so alike sometimes. You're both as oblivious as each other!"
Quinn scowled. "Are not."
Brittany laughed and tugged Quinn to her for a kiss. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"
"Spell what out, Britt?" Quinn pulled away, throwing her arms wide in defeat, genuinely even more confused now.
The dancer sighed and cupped Quinn's cheek, smiling fondly. "We all need to start being honest about our feelings for Rachel. Me, San… You." Brittany raised her eyebrows pointedly and waited while Quinn processed.
The blonde's eyes widened comically and her mouth fell open. "Oh… Fuck."
Brittany wrapped her girlfriend up in her arms with a chuckle. "See? Oblivious, stubborn and beautiful, both of you."
AN: Next chapter is all about Santana and the Berry men visiting with Finn's family. Prepare for drama and yelling and even more drama XD
Also, question! Do you guys want more smut? I have two further s*x scenes planned for later chapters and I just wanted to test the waters here to see if it would be a yay or a nay from folks. Not sure how smutty I want to go but will probably be explicit, so let me know your thoughts on the subject.
Peace Out.
Maxx