Brittany has been substituting for Mrs. Margaret's class for three months, and Santana and Brittany have to talk about what had happened three years ago. Santana needs advice.
She thinks maybe she needs to talk to her best friend about it. She sighs again. Only now realizing she'd been ignoring whatever Quinn was talking about. She's sure it was something about Puckerman, anyway.
"Seriously, Satan, I will assume you're going through some sort of depression because you've just been moody lately."
"Quinn just...please leave me alone." Her voice sounds tired and weak.
"Wow! No snarky comment at all? Something must be wrong." Quinn teases once more before turning serious. "Come on, Santana. I know I always try to make your life a living hell, but it's no fun if you don't react. What's wrong?"
"I-I don't know."
Quinn lifts her eyebrows almost as if to say that Santana is full of shit, but she knows Santana will tell her when she's ready if she wants to say to her. She grabs her friend's hand and guides them out to the parking lot. Math was their last class, and so now, they were on their way home.
Once arriving there, they made their way upstairs to the Fabray home. They made their way into Quinn's room, where Santana sits on the bed, and Quinn sits at her desk.
Several minutes passed, and Santana still hasn't spoken. Quinn knew her best friend. The silent treatment meant something was bothering her.
"Okay. You're going to make this hard. I guess I will start. Did something happen?"
"You could say that."
"You really are going make me bomber you with questions, aren't you?"
Santana nods. She isn't exactly sure how to bring up the topic. Santana had sex with Brittany at 15. Brittany was older and now their substitute teacher. Also, Santana still has a thing for her.
"Does this involve your parents?"
Santana shakes her head no with a look on her face. That isn't it at all. They both knew that.
"At school?
Santana nods.
"Is this about a girl?"
Again, Santana nods.
"Did someone reject you?"
Santana nods once more.
"Who is stupid to deny you?" She questioned with a look of disbelief. "I mean, I'm not gay or anything, but even I can see how smoking hot you are."
"Thank you, Quinn. If I ever want to turn someone gay, I'll try you first." She chuckled.
"I'd be honored," Quinn adds, chuckling. "Now, who's the idiot that rejected you?"
"She's not an idiot," Santana says with an attitude, feeling the urge to defend Brittany. She blushes at her sudden outburst before continuing, "She didn't reject me initially." Santana admits before pausing to think of her next words. "I did something that I shouldn't have done, and she kind of hates me now."
"Ooh. This is so gossip-worthy."
"No, Quinn, You can't tell anyone. Not a soul. Not even Puck."
"Whoa!" Quinn says, smiling with a mischievous smirk on her face. "So uber gossip-worthy." She teases. It earns her a serious glare from Santana. Quin signs out in defeat. "Okay, fine. Fine. I promise not to tell anyone."
Santana gets up and locks the bedroom door. Quinn can feel a little bit of nervousness rising inside her. She has been best friends with Santana since they were little, and only once had she acted like this, and that was three years ago when Santana told her something that changed her life forever. She follows a nervous Santana with her eyes. She watches as Santana plays with her wrists as she walks back towards the bed, where she sits at the edge of the bed.
"I had a fake ID when I was 15 and went to a gay club. I met this woman who was so damn perfect." She says with a smile recalling the night she first met Brittany. "We got to know each other. She was just so mesmerizing. I made some stuff up, so I had to lie to her. She didn't know my real age, my real name, or anything about me. I lied to her about every detail about me. She was honest, sweet, and fun. We danced. She was an amazing dancer. If I recall correctly, she probably has a minor in dance." She but her lip remembering how Brittany danced. Santana is sure Brittany is still all those things, and she's sure she is still the best dancer she's ever seen. "We clicked. I may have lied about my age and stuff, but I was me. You know?"
Quinn nods, even though she is still a bit unsure of what to expect from her best friend. The two times Santana had acted in this similar manner, Quinn had received life-changing information.
"We had a connection. I can't even explain it to this day. It was magical."
She sighs. "If I were to try to put it best into words, I'd say there was a powerful urge to be with her. Like, I just needed to surround myself in all that she was. I feel we were meant to be. Whatever it was, we ended up in a hotel room." She bit her lip and closes her eyes. "She was amazing. Perfect." She opens her eyes and, with a sad smile, continues, "The following day I got out of there as fast and as I could before she could return from a breakfast run. I haven't seen her since then. Not until-" She pauses. She was about to tell her best friend something she hopes she would keep to herself. "Not until a few months ago."
Quinn sits there silently, wondering who Santana could be talking about. It could be anyone. She goes over the clues in her head. This person is older, is a female, and Santana has seen her again for the first time, months ago. Her brain thought of every possible person until it sinks in. Her eyes open wide along with her mouth as she realized. "Oh my god!" She explained out loud before her hands quickly went to cover her mouth. "Miss. P!" She whispers.
Santana smiles at the mention of Brittany before nodding in affirmation. "Brittany Pierce."
"Blue-eyed bombshell. What a total hottie." Quinn says with approval.
"Definitely." Her smile grew only to falter moments later. "She was my first."
Quinn's eyes squint in confusion. "Wait that means-"
A soft knock on the door interrupts their conversation.
"¿Si, Amorcito?" Santana calls out
"Mamí, can I come in?" A little voice calls back,
Santana opens the door, lifting a little brown-haired, blue-eyed girl into her arms. The little girl has sun-kissed skin a shade lighter than Santana's, Santana's lips and a cute little nose, and blue eyes.
The girl clings onto Santana and kisses her on the cheek.
"I love you, Mamá."
"I love you too, baby." She kisses her little girl in the forehead. "Say hi to Tía Quinn, Amorcito."
"Hi, Tía Quinn." The toddler shyly greets.
"H-Hey Becca." Quinn stutters out. Her mind is still processing the fact that Santana's daughter, Rebecca, is Brittany's. That wasn't possible. Brittany is a woman.
Santana, like Quinn, changes the subject as Becca talks about her day at the daycare. It wasn't long until Becca nuzzles her little head into Santana's neck before falling asleep.
Quinn quietly walks to the door and closes it before locking it anew, providing privacy once again.
"She's Brittany's isn't she?" She asks with a hushed voice, needing to be sure.
"She's Brittany's," Santana confirms as she lovingly ran her hands up and down her daughter's back.
"Wha-how is that even possible?"
"Don't forget that you're still sworn to secrecy." She continues once Quinn nods. "Brittany is intersex. She was born with male genitalia."
Quinn's mind goes back to the time Santana told her about being pregnant at 15 years old.
—
Santana was vomiting once again. The vomiting had been occurring only in the morning for the past week. She wiped her tears and brushed her teeth.
"I hope this stomach flu passes before our next game."
Santana began to panic the following week when the sickness still hadn't gone away. To make matters worse, she was late.
Remembering her actions from the previous weeks, she purchased a couple of pregnancy tests.
"Santana, what are you doing?" Quinn questioned, noticing Santana in the check-out line at the pharmacy. Her eyes widened at Santana's purchase.
"Quinn, I'm so scared." She said as she broke down.
Quinn wrapped her friend in a tight hug and promised her everything would be alright. She hopes that it would be.
They drive to Quinn's house. Her parents were out of town, and there was no chance of anyone finding out what was about to go down.
Santana took both pregnancy tests and prayed for negatives. She was only 15 years old. What was she going to do if it came out positive? Was she going to keep it or give it up for adoption? Raise it? Would she tell Brittany?
"I don't know what I'm going to do?"
"We'll figure it once we know what the tests say."
Minutes later, Santana found out that she was pregnant. She cried, and Quinn just held her. Hours passed before Santana spoke up.
"I don't understand how this is possible. I took Plan B pills after it happened, and I still got pregnant."
"Plan B isn't 100% effective, San." She held Santana tighter as she cried harder. "Do you know who the father is?"
Santana nodded but didn't say the name. "They can't know."
"Santana, they have to know."
"Someday, I will tell you why, but right now, just let that go."
"Okay. Are you going to keep it? Raise it on your own? Give it up for adoption?"
"I'm going to keep it. I can't abort my baby, and there's no way I could give it up for adoption."
"Are you sure?"
"I made the decision to sleep with someone and not use protection and so I must face the consequences."
"I'll be there for you every step of the way."
"Thanks."
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"I tried so many times to start a conversation. Something to get us started so that I can tell her. She won't let me." Santana asks Quinn.
"Make her listen," Quinn responds.
"If Brittany refuses to talk, make her listen."
The word of advice repeats in her head as she thinks of a master plan to get Brittany to do just that.
—
Brittany wakes up, sweating from her dream. She once again had a dream about Santana, and the tightness of her briefs was a reminder of just what kind of dream it was.
She reaches down under the elastic of her light blue duck briefs. She pulls out her hard cock and squeezes the base with her hands. She closes her eyes as she moves her hands along her thick shaft.
This is so wrong. Santana is her student. She is Santana's teacher. To make matters worse, Santana had been a minor when they met years ago. That new information makes her stomach turn. She sighs in frustration and let her very erect penis go and slams her hands on the mattress. She lay in bed, thinking about it.
It happened three years ago, and she could still be legally liable.
But Santana. God, Santana was everything she's ever wanted in a person.
"But Santana lied. She lied about everything." She mutters angrily into the air.
Her mind is made up, but her heart and soul yearn to be with Santana, the girl that accepted her without question.
With the feelings of guilt far in the back of her mind, she closes her eyes and imagines Santana's toned legs, her tan skin, her perky breasts, and her large ass that is barely hidden in that ruffled cheer uniform skirt she wore all the time.
With her eyes still closed, she imagines Santana coming into her class. She always the first one to enter her class. Brittany pictures her Santana smiling at her before walking to her desk. Brittany is so sure that Santana adds a little bit more sway every time she has her back turned. She always does it, and Brittany knows Santana isn't oblivious to her staring. She always smirks when she catches her.
Santana is such a tease. The way she moves her fingers alone, her pencil, and the way she sucks her lollipops in class. No matter how many times she's told her to stop eating them in class, she won't stop. She's pretty sure she does it just so she can ask her to throw it away so she can suck the lollipop suggestively while looking at her before throwing it away.
She remembers their moments in detention. All the moments they've been staring at each other. Every single silent conservation. There something brewing underneath the surface. She knows it. Santana knows it.
Her hand grips her throbbing erection, and she moans, imagining it is Santana's hand gripping her member.
"Fuck," she moans as she pumps her thick cock.
The up and down motion her fist provided helps her get closer and closer to the necessary release she craves. She imagines Santana's naked body on her knees, giving her a hand job.
Santana is all she sees. That isn't new. She's pictured Santana every time she got herself off and even when she fucks random girls. None of them ever measure up to Santana.
Her pumps become rapid. She knew she was close.
She furiously pumps her cock. A few more thrusts, and she is a goner. Her load shoots up in the air—her softening cock twitching on its own as it releases the last bit of cum.
She sighs. The high her from her orgasm is quickly replaced with feelings of guilt.
Santana is barely 18 years old. At 25 years of age, Brittany was older. Santana is her student, and she is her teacher. It just isn't right.
She gets up, walks to the bathroom, and turns on the shower. She removes her clothing and steps in. She takes her time showering. It's Saturday today. She doesn't have much to do. She's got tests to review and homework to correct.
When she's done dressing, she goes down to the kitchen and makes herself some breakfast. Her phone goes off, indicating she's received a text. She opens the text happy with any distraction this morning.
She looks at her phone and instantly regrets the thought. She wants a distraction, but not this. This distraction consists of an ex-girlfriend texting her back. She and Stacey had gotten closer since they've reconnected. So close that Stacey has asked her on a date with a promise of sex.
"Just this once." Brittany reads aloud.
Though Brittany knows she shouldn't, she replies to the text. A moment later, she received another.
Brittany realizes leading an old girlfriend on is a terrible idea, but it wasn't like every girl was accepting of her extra appendage. She needed to get Santana out of her head, and Brittany can think of no other way to do that other than fucking someone else.
She and her ex arrange to meet at Breadstix later that night. She looks around her house and notes that it is pretty clean. It's pretty big and spacious, and it's just her. Keeping it clean isn't an issue.
She sighs and gets back eating her breakfast before working on grading some homework from both subjects. She had a lot of science reports to grade. She made herself a coffee and got started.
—
Santana has had an early morning. This was nothing new. Years of Cheerios practice made her body wake up without the need of an alarm. Thankfully, her daughter was still sound asleep. Becca always slept in on weekends. Santana decides to take a shower.
Once in the bathroom, she locks it and turns on the water before she relieves her body of her shorts and tank top. She doesn't sleep with undergarments. Once she was completely naked, she opens the shower door and slipped under the warm running water.
She sighs as the water hits her skin. She took a moment to let the water pour down on her as she thinks about what has happened in the last few days at school. Particularly, she thinks, about her science and math classes. Santana had Mrs. Margaret for both of those classes, and thus, she has both classes with Brittany now.
Brittany was so beautiful and is a great teacher. All the students like her.
"She's so hot." She whispers as she pictures her in her from the classroom with one of her elegant outfits. Santana thinks about Brittany and her style, and Brittany can hide her cock so damn well. If it weren't for the memory of that passionate night, she would have never known she was packing.
"But she is." She smirks before biting her lower lip. She hums. "She so is."
Her hand trails down her body until she cups her core. She's not surprised at the different wetness she finds there. Last night, she had a hot ass sex dream with Brittany.
She closes her eyes and tries to remember the dream she had as she teases herself. It's a reoccurring fantasy of hers. One of the many she had. She rubs herself harder as she pictures herself bent over her blonde teacher's legs. Her ass fully on display and her panties in her mouth so she doesn't yelp. Brittany's hand is coming up to spank her hard.
She moans as she imagines being spanked repeatedly by Brittany. Santana gasps as she imagines Brittany biting her buttocks rather harshly only to lick and kiss the wound before slowly kissing and lightly sucking on the flesh on her spine and up her shoulders where she bites again and licking the wound once more.
She gulps as she imagines the blonde whispering how she'd like to fuck her. She imagines her mouth sucking and tucking on her earlobe as her hand is slowly teasing her.
Santana nods and slowly enters herself with one finger. She whimpers because it's not enough, but Brittany loves teasing her. She loves getting Santana so wet that she just slips in when she can't take it anymore.
She adds another finger into her hot, wet pussy and thrusts into herself slowly as her free hand draws circles over her clit. She moans at the sensation, but still wants more. She enters a third finger, inter herself. She likes the feeling of being stretched and filled.
She moans as both her hands move at a rapid pace.
Her movements never stop until she lets out a loud gasp, followed by a faint mention of Brittany's name.
She stands still against the shower tiles as she tries to get her breathing under control. After a few moments, she decides to finish her shower.
She pours her coconut-scented shampoo into her palm before rubbing her palms together and massaging the shampoo into her hair. She closes her eyes to not get soap into her eyes. She took a minute to wash it before rinsing her hair. She repeats the previous motions with the conditioner. She shaves her legs and armpits. After washing her face with her facial cleanser, she uses the loofa to wash her body. She stands under the running water and washed away the remaining soap before turning the knob to shut the water off. She slides the shower door and grabs a towel from the towel hanger and dries her body before wrapping it around her body and another around her hair. She quickly brushes her teeth, and as she finishes, she hears a faint knock on the door. She smiles as she hears her Rebecca.
"Mamá, I need go potty."
Santana opens the door. Her daughter lifts her arms, gesturing for her pick her up. She did so and gives her a sweet kiss on her cheek before carrying her over to the bathroom where she helps her still sleepy daughter lower her pajama pants and her underwear and sat her on the toilet holding her. A moment later, when her daughter is finished, she wipes her and pulls up her bottoms. She rests her on the counter as she washes her hands and then preps her toothbrush with her bubble gum toothpaste and hands her daughter her toothbrush.
"Brush your teeth, Mija."
"We have a lot to do today."
"Si, si. We have Mama and daughter date."
"Yes, we do." She says, placing a kiss on her daughter's cheek.