Tubbs gets mad at santana when her and brittany come back from their honeymoon. He starts getting clingy with brittany and grumpy around santana (hissing at her when britt says for them to spend time together, peeing on her new expensive boots, leaving dead mice in front of their door because he knows it freaks santana out, especially If she almost steps on one,etc) and Santana telling britt that he's out to get her, but britt feels bad for leaving him when they went on honeymoon
Again..just because honeymoons come after weddings and do I even need to say it? LOL all other prompts are still on a temporary hold until I get my life together.
So Santana and Brittany finally tied the knot, whoopee. The thing that no one seems to acknowledge is that Brittany was mine first. I was there for her always even when Santana wasn't. I was cuddling up to Brittany's side or laying on her feet to make sure they were warm at night while Santana was too busy filing her nails or whatever she does. I was there for when she was happy but most importantly, I was there for when she was sad. Santana wasn't always the cause of Brittany's sadness but she often played a big role, but who was there to make sure Brittany smiled? Who was there to listen to all her problems? Who was there to nuzzle her cheek when she cried?
Me, that's who, Lord Tubbington!
So to think that after all our good times spent together, Brittany just decides to run off with Santana for a honeymoon, leaving me all alone with The Loud One and The Elf is just plain mean. It's almost like she didn't even care about me at all! Well, I'm not going to sit on the sidelines anymore! Lord Tubbington is getting his revenge and first on my list is the one who started it all, the mommy stealer herself: Santana.
Santana and Brittany come home to New York still buzzing with that newlywed happiness. Their honeymoon was awesome and all the arrangements Santana made were lovely, but Brittany's glad that they're back in the states. There's nothing like getting back to sleeping in your own bed and showering in your own shower and the newlyweds definitely missed that.
When they get to their apartment, Brittany abandons her suitcase as soon as they get everything inside and while Santana's busying herself with at least moving their bags out of the way of the front door, Brittany's headed for the couch.
Santana smirks when she reemerges from their bedroom after moving a couple of their suitcases in there and sees Brittany stretched out on the couch. She strolls over and sits near her hips as her hand gently strokes her back, "Tired, baby?"
"A little, I hate long flights.." Brittany sighs then smiles happily up at Santana, "You?"
"I could go for a cat nap," Santana shrugs and she's just about to slide down and cuddle up to her wife when Brittany's eyes go wide and she shoots up almost knocking Santana off the couch. Santana keeps her balance though and nervously looks at Brittany, "What?! What's wrong?"
"Tubbs! We forgot to get him on the way home from the airport." Brittany pouts but Santana's shoulders relax.
"We just got home, B, how about we get him tomorrow so we can at least get unpacked first?"
"No, we've got to get him now. He could be homesick or worse..what if he thinks I forgot about him?" Brittany rants, standing from the couch and pacing while Santana just leans back and watches Brittany go on and on about not wanting to hurt Tubbs' feelings and something about him going into a rebellious phase. Santana doesn't want to laugh, but it's hard to suppress a smile when Brittany is just too damn adorable.
"Okay, okay, we can go get him. Let's just call Rachel and Kurt to make sure someone's home first before we head over." Santana says when she sees Brittany actually look like she might cry; she's quick to run her fingers along pale arms and smiles reassuringly, "Alright?"
"Alright." Brittany grins, kissing Santana's cheek before running off to put her shoes back on.
When they get to the loft, there's a flurry of questions: how was the trip? Where did you go? How was the plane ride? But neither Brittany nor Santana have the energy to answer any of them, they're there for one reason and one reason only.
"Hey Tubbs!" Brittany beams, heaving up the cat and peppering his head with kisses all while scratching just under his chin, "We missed you so much, right San?"
Rachel and Kurt smirk at Santana's hesitance then begin to chuckle when she fakes a smile and nods, "Uh yeah, lots!"
"So that's what happens when you get married, huh?" Kurt teases but Santana secretly flips him the bird before asking Rachel where they stashed all Lord Tubbington's belongings so they can get going.
They're on the way home and Brittany's back to her usual giddy self because, "We're all together again, now it really feels like home." And even if she's talking about a cat that's currently giving her the evil eye through the rear view mirror, she can't help but reach over the middle console and tangle their fingers.
Santana knows that her and Tubbs have never really seen eye to eye, but after coming home from their trip, it seems that the cat really has it out for her or something. She doesn't want to seem intimidated by him but she really feels threatened sometimes.
At first she just thinks that he really did miss them, well Brittany at least, and that's the reason for the glaring and hissing and yowling but it begins to bug her when she starts having to sit on the opposite side of the couch because-
"Babe..does he really have to sit on the couch with us right now?" Santana whines after coming from the kitchen to see LT in her usual spot next to Brittany, "We're about to eat and I don't want cat hair getting on our plates.." She's holding both of their dinner plates but with both her hands busy, she's afraid to make another move now that she's in his line of sight and might very well attack her now that she's defenseless.
"You heard wifey, Tubbs." Brittany says cutely before tapping a little at his butt, but he doesn't move. "Come on, buddy, you can come cuddle lat-" As soon as Brittany tries to pick him up, he makes a pitiful sounding whine and blue eyes shoot up to Santana as her bottom lip quivers, "San..I think he has separation anxiety now."
Santana just sighs and hands Brittany her plate while she moves to the furthest end of the coach and begins to eat quietly while Brittany talks cutely with the cat, assuring him that they aren't going to leave him for a very long time and that he has nothing to worry about.
The rivalry between Santana and Lord Tubbington, Santana laughs because that's an actual thing now, gets worse when he has the nerve to interrupt sexy times: Santana is livid.
After a long day at the studio, she wants nothing more than to come home to her wife and just relax. Brittany had the day off so when Santana comes home, she's sweet and showers her with love because she missed her so much but those innocent kisses and touches turn hot and heavy and soon they're stumbling into their bedroom and clothes are flying. By the time Brittany's topless, Santana playfully pushes her down on the bed and she quickly drops to her knees and spreading pale thighs.
Santana revels in warm heat and Brittany's scent as her fingers slip through slick folds and she kisses at the insides of her wife's thighs. Brittany's panting above her, one hand tangling in Santana's dark hair while the other grips the bed sheets, and she's getting more and more excited as Santana breath nears her throbbing center. Brittany shrieks when Santana finally touches her where she needs to be touched and Santana smirks, loving how she makes the blonde feel.
She's going to town, her forearm burns and her jaw is starting to ache but she desperately wants to watch Brittany fall apart because nestled between her wife's legs, eyes skimming across quivering abs and the underside of Brittany's jaw, is where she has the perfect view. When she feels Brittany's fingers tighten in her hair, she knows she's close.
Santana pumps with vigor and determination and she closes her eyes for just a moment, savoring Brittany's taste, when all of a sudden she hears Brittany giggle. Laughing during sex isn't ever a bad thing because sometimes they're playful and they're comfortable with one another, but Santana didn't really think they were having playful sex right now.
"S-S-Stop that tickles!" Brittany giggles breathlessly and Santana's so confused because she's never gotten that response before and peeks up to find-
"Seriously, right now?" Santana grumbles, watching LT's tail flicker at Brittany's nose. Brittany just keeps on giggling, trying to shoo him away but not really trying that hard and that just makes Santana even more upset, "I can't believe this."
"What? What's wrong, baby?" Brittany frowns at Santana's glare pointed in LT's direction and sits up though Santana is still on her knees between her legs.
"The damn cat, B! That's what's wrong!" Santana says, throwing up her hands up in anguish while Tubbs hop of the bed and scuttles out of the room, smug bastard. "We're in the middle of something super important and he just waltzes in and distracts you!" Brittany bites back a smile but Santana's voice softens and her eyes lower to the ground, "I missed you all day and I'm trying to show you that and then you get distracted.."
"Oh honey.." Brittany coos, still out of breath and incredibly aroused. She tilts Santana's chin up and motions for her to get on the bed with her, moving to straddle Santana's hips once she's on her back. She's leaning over the Latina now, long blonde hair curtaining her face as she stares down into sad brown eyes, "Are you jealous of Lord Tubbington?"
"What? No!" Santana scoffs, her arms crossing over her naked chest as she turns her head to the side completely refusing the accusation. Brittany chuckles and leans down to kiss Santana's cheek then her jaw then her chin until Santana's turned to her again, "Okay, maybe a little. I get that he might be having a hard time adjusting to me and you spending so much time together now or something but we're wives, that's what happens."
"Okay, I understand." Brittany nods, kissing her cheek one more time, "I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt."
"It's okay. Maybe you can like talk to him or something though? That sounds weird because he's a cat, but I don't know maybe it'll work? I can't do it, he hates me."
"He doesn't hate you, but sure baby I'll give him a stern talking to if that'll make you feel better." Brittany replies lovingly, tucking her fingers between Santana's arms so that she can separate them and pin them against the pillows, "But first, I think we have some unfinished business."
They end up falling asleep shortly after their shenanigans, wonderfully exhausted and slightly sore but all for a great cause. Brittany's asleep for about an hour before she slips out of bed and gets dressed again before going out to find Lord Tubbington because they need to have a heart to heart asap. Brittany can't have Santana feeling all sorts of bad because Tubbs isn't being nice and she can't have two of her favorite people, cats are definitely people, against each other.
Santana wakes about twenty minutes later to an empty bed and cold sheets. She would've been hurt and upset in if it were years ago, but she's married to the love of her life so what's to be hurt and upset about? She rolls out of bed and gets changed, skipping a shower for later on in the night because all that strenuous activity has got her starving. She's still pretty groggy when she gets to the bedroom door and crosses the barrier only to step on something undesirably squishy.
She has no idea what the hell that could be, but as she chances a glance down, she wished she hadn't.
Santana all but screams then bolts to stand atop the chair she keeps near their closet. She's freaking the fuck out, scrunching her face in disgust and hopping from foot to foot.
"Santana?! Baby, are you okay?!" Brittany comes barreling into the room clad in a cute pair of boxers and a tank top wielding an umbrella like a baseball bat, "What hap-"
"Look out! Don't step on it!" Santana yelps and Brittany freezes then looks to where Santana's pointing.
"Oh San.." Brittany sighs when she sees what has Santana so freaked out, her tensed shoulders easing as she lets the umbrella fall to her side, "It's just a mouse."
"A dead mouse, Britt, it's a freaking dead mouse and I stepped on it! I'm not wearing socks, Britt, I felt it. I felt its little dead body squish under my bare foot!" Santana rambles, clearly still in panic mode.
Brittany smiles softly and goes to comfort Santana, "Come here, it's okay.."
"I feel disgusting right now; I can't believe I actually steppedon it!" Santana cries and though she's not actually crying, she's almost there. Brittany wraps her arms around her hips with the new height difference and kisses her stomach.
"It's okay, San, Tubbs was just bringing you a peace offering." Brittany tells her sweetly as she presses her cheek to Santana's tensed stomach, "You should be happy, he's just saying sorry for making you upset."
"Happy? I am mortified." Santana pouts but her arms rest around Brittany's shoulders comfortably as she watches the blonde kiss again at her belly, "What the hell am I going to do with a mouse? Why couldn't he like bring me a new purse or get me some bling?"
"Because spoiling you is my job." Brittany giggles at Santana's slowly easing breaths.
"I would've even been okay with a card, but that-" Santana scrunches her face as she peeks down again at the mouse still laying helplessly in front of their bedroom door, "He knew I'd freak out, he did this on purpose!"
"Honey..no." Brittany disagrees calmly, pulling back to help Santana down from the chair, "I talked to him just like you asked and I told him that he's just going to have to be nicer to you because you're going to be with us forever and you're supposed to love your moms."
"Moms?" Santana asks, a weird unfamiliar bubble of happiness exploding in her chest at the titles.
"Yeah, you're his mom now too San." Brittany smiles bashfully, taking Santana's hand with care and holding it to her chest, "And he's our boy so you've got to love him just as much."
Maybe LT's antics stop, maybe they don't, but suddenly Santana's just a tiny bit okay with dealing with it because Brittany said he's theirs and somehow Santana finds that very special. Sure they're just talking about a cat now, but one day maybe it won't just be about a cat. Maybe it'll be something tiny and warm and maybe they'll have blue eyes like Brittany's and dark hair like Santana's. Maybe they'll have Santana's tan skin and Brittany's blonde hair? Maybe they'll have Brittany's freckles and Santana's dimples?
Either way, Santana's over the moon about her new title even if she's trying not to show Brittany that, as if Brittany couldn't tell just by looking at her. Still, Santana keeps her cool and shrugs her shoulder all calm and collected, "That's cool, I could try that."
Brittany just beams at Santana's forced nonchalance and almost tackles her with kisses but she remembers there's still a dead mouse on the ground and she can only distract Santana for so long. So Brittany kisses her lips softly and smiles, "You've got a big heart, baby, you can do it."