Santana was enjoying her mother-daughter date on Saturday. It was a tradition for them. They made breakfast together. Becca helped her mom cut up some ham and cooked it before mixing some eggs with it. She helped mix the pancake batter. Santana even let her help flip her pancake, albeit with some assistance. They'd gone to the park and hung out with some local kids there. For lunch, they went to Chuck E Cheese.
The evening quickly approached, and they were now at the theatre, trying to select a movie. Becca couldn't decide. Santana waits patiently as her daughter looks at both posters trying to make her choice. She's taking her time, but Santana doesn't rush her.
Her eyes wander to the surrounding buildings on the street. She looks over at Breadstix and starts to consider it for dinner after the movie when her eyes furrow as they land on a particular blonde. Her heart drops as she realizes the flirty touches and looks the girl across from her is giving her.
"Shit"
She hadn't meant to say it. She knows it wasn't loud, but she knows her daughter heard it when she hears a little gasp.
"Mamá, you said bad word."
"Oopsie. Lo siento. I won't do it again."
"I want that one." She says, pointing to the movie poster.
Santana nods and stands in line to pay for the tickets.
Her eyes find themselves on the couple again. It never crossed her mind that Brittany would have someone else, that she was too late. She had assumed that because Brittany had stopped talking to that other chick, that there was no one else. She shakes her head. No, there is no way she is going to let any of that ruin her mood. Her mother-daughter date is her main focus right now.
"Two tickets for Secret Life of Pets."
—
Brittany laughs when Stacey tells her story about a mutual friend and a disaster date she had some days ago.
"The poor guy was so embarrassed he blocked her on all social media platforms."
"Yikes. I feel bad for him. Hopefully, he's laughing about himself now."
"Brittany, you have no idea how happy I am that you came on this date with me."
"Stacey," she says in a soft voice and a sweet smile.
"It means a lot to me."
Brittany gives her a smile with her pearly white teeth on display. "You're so sweet." She says as she places her hands on the other girls.
"I never thought you'd come back to Lima. When I found out you were back, I knew I had to try and reach you."
"I think it's funny how when we were kids, every one of us couldn't wait to get out of this shitty town. We went off to college, and while most of us could strive anywhere, some of us found our way back. This small town sucks still, but it's where I grew up. You're here too." She said with a smile.
"New York was too busy for me. People are angry all the time and always in a rush. It was too much."
"Do you ever think you'll go back?"
"Never. Lima is where my heart is."
Brittany nods. Something about that statement resonates with her on so many levels. She internally scolds herself at the thought. Tonight was about getting her mind off of Santana.
"So, tell me what you've been up to here in Lima?" Stacey asks once the waiter takes their order.
"Well, I currently am a substitute teacher at a high school. Mckinley, to be exact. I never thought I would be there again. I teach math and science. It's not my permanent job, but it's okay for now. The kids are great."
"You always were good at explaining things. I'm pretty sure I graduated, thanks to your help."
"You are so right. You so owe me." She jokes.
"I've got a few ways I can pay you back." She says with a smirk as she fluttered her eyelashes at the blonde.
Brittany flashes the girl with a flirty smile. Stacey blushes, and Brittany knows just how tonight is going to end. Stacey did promise her sex.
—
Santana and Becca walk out of the movie theaters hand in hand. They dispose of their 3D glasses in the bucket and throw away their leftover popcorn and their shared drink.
"That was a funny movie."
"The bunny was so funny."
"Are you hungry, or do you want to go home, Becca?"
"Home. I so tired." She says as her arms lift gesturing for her mother to carry her.
Santana lifts her with ease, and she makes her way to her parked car. She buckles her into her seat and checks to ensure that she's buckled well before making her way to the driver seat of her used Honda Civic. She had worked every summer and saved every dime just to be able to afford it. It was well within her budget.
She buckles herself and looks at her daughter through the rearview mirror. She smiles at her already sleeping, daughter, shaking her head at how adorable she looks as she sleeps.
She takes one last look at Breadsticks and regrets her decision as Brittany and the brunette she's with walk out hand in hand.
She sighs and starts her car before she begins driving herself home. Once she arrives, she carefully carries her daughter indoors and changes her into her pajamas. She lays her down on the bed next to her side. She quickly she also changes into her pajamas as well. She brushes her teeth and shuts off the bedside lamp before she gets into bed.
She lays there thinking about Brittany and the person she was with for some time until she is overcome by sleep.
—
Brittany is the first to wake up the next morning. The two had fallen asleep sometime in the early morning, and she hates to admit, but she was anxious about how awkward the morning will be.
She's always been the first to wake up when two of them were an item. That morning, it was no different. Brittany quietly grabs some sweatpants and a t-shirt and makes her way to the living room and gets two mugs out and turns her coffee machine one. She pops the machine open and pops in a pod. It takes only a few minutes for it to be made. She decides not to make Stacey's coffee until she wakes up. Instead, she grabs her laptop and finishes the last few essays she's got left to grade.
At around 7:45 in the morning, she can hear movement from her bedroom. She tries to rehearse what she's going to say to her ex when she sees her, but that prepared speech leaves her mind when she notices Stacey, who has yet to notice she's at the dining room watching her, trying to sneak out.
Brittany concludes that perhaps Stacey was also looking for a one night stand free of any promises though she hadn't exactly said it the previous night. She decides to speak up.
"You know, that walk of shame thing doesn't have to be us. We were friends once upon a time. Make yourself a coffee, have a seat, and let's catch up."
Stacey turns around and smiles. Sitting down and taking a sip of her morning joe, she smiles.
"I've really missed you, Britt."
"I know I'm awesome."
"Thanks for not making this awkward."
"Truth is I need more friends. I've been here for a little over three months because of this job, and I haven't been out much. I am 25, and I feel like I've been living like a widowed woman."
"Well, lucky for you, Marley is having a little get together at her house. You should come. You've been avoiding her since you've moved back."
"Yeah," she says with an awkward smile. "She's your best friend. She and I became friends because we were dating and eventually became an item. I just didn't want to make her choose between us."
"Well, since we're friends again, you should come. It'll be fun. The three of us will have a blast. Michelle will be there, too."
"You know what, count me in," she says, giving their friendship another go.
"She's going to be so excited when she sees you."
Brittany chuckles. "If she doesn't kill me for breaking my promise to her to not break up with you."
"She was our biggest fan," Stacey says, rolling her eyes. "The poor girl's heart was crushed when I told her we broke up. I had to explain that we ended it mutually, and she got over it."
"So, we're okay," Brittany questions, hopefully. The three of them were the best of friends.
"For sure," she says before going through Brittany's fridge. "Britt, you need to go grocery shopping. There's practically no food." She says to Brittany with a look of disbelief. "I'm starving." She says dramatically.
Brittany laughs, forgetting how much of an appetite Stacey had in the morning.
"Let's go down to dinner by Burt's auto repair shop."
"Yesssss. Can I shower first?"
"Of course. You can borrow some clothes, too. You shower downstairs, and I'll shower in my room. Feel free to pick anything to want to wear. I am going to finish this paper, and then I'll start getting ready."
"Awesome," Stacey says before she walks off.
—
Santana hates Sundays. She hates that she can't have lazy Sunday mornings. When she was 16, she got her first job as a waiter. The job sucks, but it helps cover the expenses, and the diner is flexible with school and cheerios practice. As much as she hates it, she considers it a blessing that she's even got a job. So, as much as she'd rather be at home with her daughter watching cartoons, she got up at 5 am to clock in at 6 am. Sundays are the busiest day if the week. She looks at the clock on the back wall. 8:35 am. She's got almost a half hour until her first break. She hears the bell by the door ring, indicating she's got to make her way to the front to seat the newest customers. She's already waiting for five tables, and she motions to Jane, a middle-aged woman with glasses, that she can handle one more table.
As the front door come into her line of vision, she regrets her decision. Regardless of her inner turmoil, Santana Lopez always prided herself on her level of professionalism. She smiles and greets Brittany and the brunette she was with last night with a smile.
"Good morning, my name is Santana, and I will be your waiter for today. How many will be at your table?"
Santana feels weird, having to tell Brittany her name since the woman is very familiar with her.
"2" She hears the brunette with Brittany respond.
Santana ignores the feeling of jealousy in her entire being as she gathers two menus from the bin. She tells herself not to let her emotions get in the way of doing her job. The clothes the brunette has on are a little too big for her. A clear indicator that Brittany didn't go home alone last night. She nods and tells the two women to follow her as she begins to lead them to their table.
"I will give you a moment to look over the menu. Are you ready for your drinks?"
"Orange juice for me" She hears the brunette say
Santana writes it down on her pad before turning to look at Brittany. Their eyes instantly meet.
"I"ll have an orange juice as well. Thank you, Santana."
Santana nods. "I'll be back with those drinks, and I will take your orders then." She says before she smiles and walks to the back to get their drinks.
—
Brittany looks at the menu as soon as Santana walks away. She pretends not to know Stacey is looking at her. She knows if she acknowledges her, she'll ask questions.
"What was that?"
Brittany lifts an eyebrow.
Stacey isn't taking her shit.
"What was that?" She asks again.
Brittany turns her head to look at the next page of the menu. Her attention is focused solely on the menu. "What was what?" She says, pretending not to know what Stacey is referring to.
To her relief, Stacey stops asking questions as Santana approaches the table with their drinks and straws. They order their food before Santana collects their menus, and they are once again left alone.
"That. What was that? I could feel the sexual tension between you two. It's intense."
Brittany raises her eyebrows at her as if to say, "you can't be serious," though she knows that there is definitely something between her and Santana.
"She is a student of mine. That is all. The sexual tension you so speak of is just the awkwardness of the two of us being in the same place outside of school. Nothing more."
Stacey mutters something under her breath.
"Say it out loud, or don't say it at all."
"If I were her teacher, I'd teach her a few things." She said with a smirk.
"Don't say shit like that about her." She says with spite.
"Hold the attitude for someone who deserves it. I am just sayin' she's hot, that's all. Anyone with eyes can see it."
Brittany kicks her shin under the table, which causes Stacey to yelp out in pain. Everyone looks at them with a questioning look.
"Burned my tongue," Stacey says, taking the attention away from them but still rubbing her shin.
—
Quinn was the keeper of her biggest secrets. She'd been there when she got pregnant when she gave birth to her daughter, and she was the only person that knew about Brittany. She's the best. Quinn had told her about all the bullying at her old school, and Santana helped her lose the weight. It took a while, but Santana eventually felt safe enough to tell Quinn about being gay. Their friendship grew even stronger after that. When they started high school, the two worked on getting to the top of the social pyramid and have ruled the school ever since then.
"Quinn, you're the best." She says as she hugs her friend.
Her attention turns tp Becca, who is holding Quinn's hand. She smiles and kneels to hug her and kisses her on the cheek. "I've missed you, Amorcito."
"Me too, Mamaá
She stands up and turns to look at the table with Brittany and the brunette. There happily eating their food. A sting of jealousy hits her again as she bites her lip.
"I have my break in 15 more minutes. Follow me."
Santana strategically places them at a table out of sight of Brittany, and the brunette that she believes is named Stacey.
"I'll get you both the usual. Extra bacon for you, Q, I know."
"You know me so well, S."
"Sure do."
She kisses Becca on the cheek once more and rushes back to the other side of the restaurant to collect her tips, removed empty trays, and refill drinks.
She notices that Brittany and this Stacey chick are almost done with their breakfast. She walks over to them once more.
"Is there anything else I can get you two?"
"I am stuffed. Everything was delicious."
She notices how Brittany smile at her. She hates it. Still, her professionalism doesn't falter.
"I'd like the bill, please," Brittany says to her.
Santana makes her way once last time to the back to retrieve the bill for the couple before placing it in the little sleeve with a pen and setting that on the table.
"I hope you're breakfast was delicious. Barney's would love to have you back."
—
"Say what you want, Britt, but it's a miracle I am still alive. Did you see the look she gave me? She so wishes I was dead."
Brittany shakes her head. She thinks it's best not to respond because Stacey has come up with her conclusions.
She slides her card in the slot and writes on the receipt the total with the additional tip. She looks up to see Stacey with her mouth agape.
"I know she's a student and all but," she says as she grabs the receipt to point at the tip amount, "That's quite a tip."
"That's what she said," Brittany jokes with a smirk.
Stacey chuckles at her friend's joke, "$1,000 though?" she questions.
"If she's working while being a student and a Cheerio's captain, she must need it."
Stacey nods. She has no say in how Brittany chooses to spend her money. It is none of her business.
They make their way to the counter where there is a line to pay. Brittany uses the opportunity to use the restroom.
Her hair is dry, and she decides to fix it into a messy bun before she washes her hands.
She is about to exit when the door opens, nearly hitting her in the face. She backs up to give room for the person entering and is surprised to see Santana locking the door.
"I can't take this." She says, referring to the tip amount written on the receipt in her hand, "Jane told me about it after she was finished the transaction. What is this?" She asks angrily.
"I just thought.."
Santana cuts her off as she stuffs the piece of paper into her back pocket. "No," she says sternly. "You don't get to keep telling me to leave the past in the past and then do something like this."
"Keep-"
"I am doing perfectly fine doing things for myself. I can make my own money. I don't need you to give it to me."
"That's not why I did it." She explains.
"Then, why?" She seethes out through her teeth as her eyes look into Brittany's.
—
Brittany's blue eyes haven't left brown ones. The air is thick, suffocating. Their bodies craving something more than oxygen. Their tongues tingling for another taste. Their breathing heavy. The million words they exchanged through silent conversations in detention bubbling to the surface.
"You fucked her," Santana says through gritted teeth.
Brittany can feel it. The anger. The betrayal. Santana's brown eyes claiming ownership. She knows Santana owns her. Completely and wholly. Regardless of what space she's put between themselves, they both know it. They always have. That's why it had felt so wrong for Brittany, and that's why Santana was so jealous.
Brittany doesn't move as Santana nears her. The brown eyes staring her down, hypnotizing her, paralyzing her body. Her arms stuck to her sides. All she can do so is watch. Santana gets closer. Her heart beats more erratically with each step she takes. Closer and closer until their noses are touching, their mouths are agape as hot breaths tease each other lips. Closer, Santana gets. Their lips grazing along with each other but just barely. Her hand holding her chin up, so her look does not falter from hers. The fingertips of her left-hand gliding on the skin above the waist of her jeans line.
"Was she better than me?" She questions with undeniable confidence like she knows the answer, but still, she asks with her lips grazing Brittanys with each word she spoke.
Brittany swallows her arousal.
"Did she make feel the way I did?"
Brittany closes her eyes at the familiar raspy tone.
"Did she take your cock into her mouth as I did?"
Brittany moans. She's losing control. She can't. "No," she groans out, admitting the truth.
Brittany's eyes close as Santana's lips crash into hers and the hand in her chin moving into her head, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Brittany's hands find solace on Santana's hips. They moan at sensory overload. This kiss was months in the making. Santana tilts her head, allowing Brittany's tongue to enter her mouth. Their tongues glide as they battle for dominance. Tasting, sucking, devouring as much as they could. Santana pulls away from the kiss when breathing becomes an issue but quickly gives Brittany a chaste kiss. Her kisses move along her jaw until she gets to her ear. She feels Santana pull back a little just to be able to look into her blue eyes. Brittany notices how her eyes travel between her deep blues and her lips.
—
"I'm jealous of her. She got to go home with you."
Chocolate eyes dance from side to side as they look into ocean blues. Asking, wondering if this is okay and if she has permission to touch her. To tell her to stop now before she gives in to their scorching passion. Brittany can see that Santana's a slave to it, too.
"Please," Brittany begs with a pained whisper. "Please," she begs again.
Brittany gasps as Santana cups her over her clothes. It twitches a couple of times, dancing inside her underwear. It's begging to be touched by its ravishing mistress. She pants harder as Santana's hand roams over the entirety of her cock. She licks her lips. She can practically taste the release she's been craving.
Santana kisses her hungrily. Brittany desperately kisses her back, wanting to make out more intensely, but Santana pulls away, pulling her bottom lip between her own before releasing it. She runs her tongue on her bottom lip before sucking sucks it.
—
"She got to fuck you," A raspy voice whispers onto her lips.
She needs more. She needs so much more. She needs Santana so badly. She takes her right hand and finds Santana's left hand. She squeezes it tenderly as her other hand unbuttons her jeans and slowly unzipping her jeans. She places Santana's hand so that it rests in her ass. She moans when she feels Santana squeeze it urgently. She uses her now free hands to push her jeans down to mid-thigh. Santana's right-hand movies under her shirt higher and higher to find her bare right breast. She squeezes it effectively, making her nipple react to her touch.
Brittany's cups her hard appendage and squeezes it. She's about to expose herself when Santana's hand is no longer in her large butt but instead, stopping her.
Brittany is about to question her, but eyes full of lust find hers, and Santana shakes her head.
"You are not going to take this from me," Santana says with a voice laced with desire.
Brittany's eyes follow Santana's line of view until they're both staring at the outline of her cock covered by black lacy underwear. Her eyes shut tightly as Santana's hand gropes her again.
"Watch me." She hears Santana say as the Latina rests her forehead on hers. "Watch me as I show you what you taught me our first night."
Her eyes open. Watching, memorizing, and taking it all in.
She watches as Santana pulls down her underwear and lets it rests under her perfect set of balls.
"Beautiful," Santana says before biting her lip at the sight.
Brittany uses her free hand to pull Santana into a kiss. Feeling something more emotional. The same feeling from that night. Magnetic. Intense. Unlike anything she's ever experienced.
Brittany tilts her head and takes Santana's invitation to enter her mouth. She explores the depths of her mouths, savoring the sweet taste of her kiss. The strength of her tongues, the tingling feeling her plump lips have her. Santana pulls away with a chaste kiss before she tells her again.
"Watch." her voice an octave lower. Sexy. Raspy.
So she does.
Her eyes stay on Santana's as left-hand embraces her exposed cock. She squeezes it, giving it some much-needed relief before she moves her hand to the mushroomed head. Her thumb rubs the slit spreading her wetness around it. Her hand spreads the wetness down her length.
She continues to watch with lidded eyes as Santana's hand goes down the base of her cock and tightening her grasp just a bit before she flicks her wrists a few times and then back up to her top to gather more wetness.
Brittany can't care about how pathetic she sounds. This feels too good. Santana makes her feel so good.
"Ooh fuck," she says a bit louder than the previous sounds she's made.
"You need to be quiet," Santana says.
Brittany brings one of her own hands and bites down hard. Her hips move to meet her hand, but Santana stills then with her free hand.
"Don't take this from me, " Santana reminds her again.
Brittany swallows. She remembers this Santana. The bossy one.
Her loud moans turned to muffles as she watches Santana's hand move faster and faster.
She's so close. Santana must be able to tell because she smiles. Blue eyes widen as Santana drops to her knees. She opens her mouth and waits for her load.
Brittany is muffling non-stop. Her balls and abs tighten, and her face distorts as her orgasm shoots through her.
She bites down harder when she sees and feels Santana's mouth wrap around the top of her cock, swallowing her cum.
Her hand keeps moving as her lungs work to take in much-needed air. As much as she doesn't want to, she can't help how her head titles back when Santana sucks her hard to ensure she's got every last drop.
She brings her up with both of her hands and kisses her passionately. Unlike their previous kisses, this one is slow. Brittany wishes she could stop time and be trapped in this moment forever. She knows it's ending. Their little bubble is going to pop, and they'll go back to reality.
Santana doesn't pull away. She breathes harder through her nose just so she can taste Brittany's lips longer. Without pulling apart, Santana brings Brittany's underwear to cover her now softened penis. She pulls up her jeans and buttons them before she zips the zipper.
She kisses her and then pulls away with a smile.
"Thank you." She says. She gives her one last kiss before she turns around and making sure she's presentable. She nears the sink and washes her hands.
"I'll go out first." She says as she looks at Brittany one last time and walks out.
—
Brittany rinses her face with cold water to remove the blushing of her cheeks. She waits a little while longer to not cause suspicion.
She checks herself and is satisfied that she looks like she didn't just get sexed up by Santana, one of her students, inside a public bathroom. She opens the door and walks out. She catches Santana talking to Judy.
"Thanks for waiting." She tells Stacey when she nears her.
"What took you so long?" Stacey questioned as she gets up from her seat in the waiting area.
"One of the stalls is broken. There was an old lady in there." She says, walking out.
"Here's your card," Stacey says as she hand sit to her.
Brittany looks through the diner window and spots Santana laughing. There is a blonde and a little girl sitting. She can't tell who they are or what they look like as their backs are facing the window.
"Sexual tension is off the charts," Stacey says, shaking her head.
Brittany reverses her car and makes her way out of the parking lot.
—
Santana sits down at the table with Quinn and Becca, who are both eating their breakfast still.
"How was breakfast, Amorcito?"
"¡Muy rico!"
"I'm glad you liked it. Did you get the happy face again?"
"Si, it had extra hair this time."
"Good. I told the cook what you said last time. He laughed and said he'd give it extra hair today. I'm glad he did that."
"The hair was delicious."
Santana smiles at her daughter. Rebecca had whipped cream on her chin. "You've got a little bit of hair on your chin, baby."
Rebecca giggles and wipes her mouth.
"I get it?"
"Sure did."
"Thanks for bringing her Quinn. I really appreciate it." She says earnestly.
"Just keep giving me free breakfast with extra bacon, and I'll always bring her."
Santana smiles. Today turned out to be pretty damn good. She licks her lips and smiles wider at the traces of Brittany.