Your mine
"So your just now telling me?" Santana asked. Her, Brittany and Raymond was all sitting in her office at the house. Peter was up in his room taking a nap. They were sitting around Santana's table, like the godfather. Santana was at the head of the table, while Brittany and Raymond sat across from eachother. Brittany was so terrified to look at the brunettes's eyes. "So your just now telling me?" the brunette asked again.
"I'm sorry I forgot." the blonde said. Which was the truth she was going to tell her that moment it happened but things kept interferring.
"I need for you to look at me, Brittany" When the blonde didn't look up she screamed "Look at me." Brittanys head shot up. "Now tell me why you didn't tell me " it was a demand not a question.
Brittany never saw Santana act this way towards her. It was scary and it was also turning her on. She loved seeing Santana in control "it slipped my mind baby. I was going to tell you when I got home but then we got into an argument" she rambled.
"Dammit, B this is serious. He is trying to take our son away from us" running her fingers through her hair. Raymond said something under his breath so no one could hear him. "What did you say?"
"I said he isn't your son he's mine" the man said with an attitude.
That made Sanatana scoff "Your son" She got up and walked over to him. Raymond wasn't so tough anymore, he started to look down at the table. The brunette got close to his ear and whispered "if he's your son why didn't you take care of him? If he's your son what's his favorite sport to play? Hmm?" She backed away from him to see if he was hoing to say anything, but he doesnt he just fidgets with his fingers. "I thought so, I suggest you stay quiet, unless I'm talking to you, nod your head if you understand?" Raymond nods, and Santana looks over at Brittany, who was watching the whole scene like a hawk. The gangster walked back to her seat and sat down.
Santana rested her elbow on the table so she could rub her forehead, wondering what the hell was going on. "Okay, so let me ask you a question Brittany" Brittany look at her, not wanting to be screamed at again. "Do you still love Raymond?"
"What, no!" Brittany said shocked by the question. Brittany looked deep into Santana's eyes,"I only love you, baby." Santana could see in her eyes she meant it but she couldn't believe her.
"That's kinda hard to believe when you kept this from me for a fucking week" she screamed. Brittany flinched and opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted, "I'm not done talking" the blonde's head shot down. "Now, Raymond I think you should dissapear and by dissapear I mean move to a different country. And if I ever see you again I will make you dissappear." she growled. Raymond shot up fast to leave but Santana said, "hold on I forgot something." He stopped to turn around and look at her, she walked over to him and stared at him for a short moment of time before she punched him in the nose, he fell to the ground. "Now leave!" she said in a calm scary voice.
As soon as he got up, blood dripped out of his nose and unto the floor, he ran out of the house. Santana smirked to herself. "You didn't have to do that Santana." Brittany whispered. The gangster turned slowly towards her.
"You don't tell me what I can or can not do okay!" When Brittany didn't acknowledge her statement, Santana screamed, "Do you understand"
"Yes I understand" Brittany said.
"Good" the brunette said fixing her suit. "Well I'm going to go out and when I come back I want this bloodmoff of the floor" Santana didn't wait for response, she just walked out of the room. The brunette got her car keys and jacket before she left the house.
30 minutes later, Santana was sitting in her car debating if she should come go into her favorite bar 'Steve's'. She knew what alcohol would do to her but then again she didn't give a fuck. She looked at her to see it was 6:00 p.m. Santana placed her phone in her pocket and started to walked into the bar. She sat on a stool and sat there wai5ing for the bartender to take her order. The gangster checked her surroundings, she saw two blonde's looking her way, she smirked and waved. Santana loved the attention she got from women.
"What's up, Santana?", a tan skinny man asked the brunette. He was a holding a shot glass. "Do you want your usual?"
"You already know Steve" the gangster said. She looked at the girls again as she waited for her drink. "Who are they?", pointing to the blondes.
The man looked up and said" That's Tiffany and Jackie, they are crazybcollge students." He looked back at santana suspiciously "What happened to Brittany?"
"That's a long story" she sighed, "I just need a break". Steve placed 5 shots on the table. "Let's get this party started."
30 shots,2 corana lights, and 5 Bud Lights later...
The gangster was dancing in between Tiffany and Jackie. She had a beer in one hand and the other on Jackie's hips. She was having the time of her life, she starting to forget about everything that was at home. But her dance partners was being pushed away by an angry red-head. "What the hell" she slurred. She was being dragged out of the bar and placed into a car. "Well thanks Mom!"
The red-head got into the car and said "Are you serious Santana? What the hell is going on with you?" Looking at Santan while starting the car.
The brunette put her head in her hands"Nothing I just want to party."
" Well, you have a son and might I just say a girlfriend, that is probably worried about you"
"My son is fucking okay, now my girldfriend she is a piece of work" she sighed. "Monica can you just take me home?" She didn't want to go into detail about what was going on at home.
Monica dropped Santana 25 minutes later, the gangster was now standing in the kitchen pouring some white wine. Even thoughnshe didnt need anymore, she stumbled to the living room couch. Drinking the wine she decided that it wastime to show Brittany that she was hers. So the brunette got up and tried to walk to her bedroom, tripping over her own two feet.
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When she finally made it she placed her wine glass on her nightstand and started to take off her clothes. The gangster saw that Brittany was sleeping, but she was going to get up. So she got in the bed naked, facing Brittany's back.
Santana started to kiss the back of the blonde's neck "Babe, get up"she whispered. She saw that Brittany was stirring. "Come on baby don't leave big daddy hanging."
That is what made Brittany turn around. The blonde knew that Santana doesn't say 'big daddy' unless she is drunk. "Are you drunk?", she said groggily.
"Drunk for you babe come on." Santana kissed Brittany hungrily. Her hands started to roam, she started pull down the blonde's panties. Brittany was so caught up in kiss ing the brunette that she didn't try to stop her. She thought this was make-up sex.
Now Santana was on top of the blonde kissing on her neck. Brittany's moans gave her courage to keep going. So she placed her hard dick in between her folds, teasing it, before pushing it all the way through. The brunette moved slow at first then she quicken her pace.
"San..." Brittany moaned, she wanted her to slow down. "Slow.."
But Santana kept going faster and faster. "Mine" the brunette growled. "Mine, Mine, Mine"she repeated. The brunette was going to show the blonde who she belonged to.
Brittany loved that Santana was calling her hers but she couldn't do that pace. "Babe, slow please", she whimpered.
Santana didn't care what her girlfriend was saying, the only thing that is on her mind is trying to forget about the bullshit. "Say your mine"she moaned, searching for Brittany's eyes. When she didn't say it she repeated "Say it! Say that your mine"going faster.
"I'm yours..please slow down"
"Why?" She asked still pumping. " Did he fuck you like this" she moaned "Huh did he?" That made Brittany push Santana off of her. She now knew what this was about. Santana landed it on the edge of the bed.
"You think I cheated on you?", trying to catch her breath, shocked.
Santana just stared at her before saying "I dont know what the fuck you did, but I do know that if you can fuck him you can fuck me." There was a pause before "oh what maybe you need a man now", now tears was running down her face, she got off the bed and grabbed clothes.
She put on her tank top and shorts and walked out of the bedroom, leaving a confused blonde. Santana was truly hurt by what was going on for the last few weeks. She grabbed some covers from their lining closet in the hallway and made her way to the living room.
3 days later
Santana hasn't said a word to Brittany since that night. She's to hurt. Brittany tried talking to her but she was just ignore her.
The brunette is sitting at her home office talking business with her brothers." puck, has the Johnsons pay me my money ?" She asked seriously.
Puck looked down because the answer he is about to give is not the answer she wants "No." Santana moved her head from side to side, she was disappointed.
"I need for you to take care of that. Before I do." she growled. Puck nodded his head. "No I need for you to answer me!" she screamed.
"Yes ma'am" he whispered. Before she could open her mouth to scream at him to be louder, their was a knock at the door.
"Come in" she said and Brittany opened the door wide enough to pop her head in.
"Umm dinner's ready" the blonde said nervous. The gangster sighed.
As soon as Brittany was about to close the door Puck said "it smells good. What you make?"smiling at her.
That made Santana's blood boil., she smacked the back of her brother's head. "Ouch. What the fuck?"he said grabbing the back of his head.
"Get out!" The brunete screamed. Everyone got up and ran out. When everyone got up and ran out. When everyone was gone, Santana placed her head in her hands, thinking.
She finally got up, pushed in her chair, and start walking towards the office door. Santana walked to the kitchen, she sat down at the kitchen table. Peter was walking to the kitchen table with his DS.
Brittany sat Peter's plate down first, then she went back to the kitchen counter to get Santana's. When she was placing Santana's plate down, the brunette grabbed her arm. Brittany was terrified. The gangster moved her finger towarda her as to say 'come here'. The blonde stooped down to get closer to her. When her ear got to them plump lips, she whispered" we need to talk after dinner." She let go of her girlfriend's arm and started to eat. Brittany walked away quickly, got her food and sat down.
When dinner was over, Santan took Peter to his bedroom, and told him he didn't have to go to bed just yet. Brittany went to the bedroom and sat at the edge of the bed. She missed her girlfriend. Her smile, pout, the way her eyebrows crease when she laughs, how they would cuddle, even when Santana 1would ask for head out of nowhere. She just missed her Santana.
Bringing the blonde out of her thoughts, Santana walked into the room and locked the door. She looked up to see Brittanh on the edge of the bed. The brunette walked towards the bed and stopped as soon as she get close to Brittany. "I can't do this shit anymore" she said.
Brittany looked up at her confused "Can't do what?"
"Us" the brunette moved her hands rapidly between them, " I just wanted you to be mine forever." She sat down by the blonde.
"I'm always going to be yours" Brittany whispered.
"Then why did you do that. Embarass me infront of that Motherfucker!" She looked at Brittany, her eyes pleading for the truth.
"I dont know" she actually truly didn't know. The blonde grabbed Santana's hand and put it on her lap." But I will never do that again, baby, I promise."
Santana looked down at their hands and chuckled, "Just cause you promised somethind doesn't mean I'm going to trust you" taking away her hand, and putting it through her hair. "Now this is what's going to happen you can either sleep in the guestroom or I can. I don't really give a fuck."
Brittany felt tears swell up and her eyes "what?"
Santana licked her lips "I have to take a break from this. I think we need to break up. But you can still stay here." Looking at the ground it was a short pause "I still care about you Brittany."
Brittany couldn't believe this was happening. She wiped the tears of her cheeks and got and packed all Santana's shit and said "your sleeping in the guessroom" throwing Santana the bag.
The gangster sat there astonished by what the fuck was going on. She was mad that Brittany was mad at her, but she was like fuck it. Santana got up and walked towards the door, "Don't be having other man or woman around my son. Just because we broke up doesn't mean your not mine."
The chapter is finally up! Please PM or review and tell me what you think.
