Hello again friends! Here is the newest update! I was going to break it into two parts but I left it one because I can lol. I think I'm most proud of this chapter so far. I've had the last half of this written for like a week lol. I really hope you all enjoy this chapter. Reviews make me feel loved so please review :) lol
A couple months had gone by and things couldn't get better. Someone was finally hired at the club so Brittany wasn't working nearly as much anymore. This weekend was a big weekend for the couple. Santana was taking Brittany back to Ohio to meet her parents. Their flight left early Thursday afternoon. They landed a few hours later and took a cab to the Lopez house. Brittany squeezed Santana's hand in the car.
"You ok?" Santana questioned softly.
"Yeah." Brittany tried to smile but failed.
"Don't be nervous. They're going to love you."
"I hope so."
Santana kissed Brittany softly. "Don't worry, B. They will love you as much as I do. Probably even more."
The cab pulled up to the Lopez house. It was a pretty good sized 2 story house. Brittany was definitely impressed. Santana pulled Brittany out of the car and they got their bags. As they made their way up the sidewalk, Mrs. Lopez came running out the front door.
"Mija!" The elder Lopez wrapped her daughter in a tight hug. "You look thin. Have you been eating enough?"
"Yes, mami." Santana rolled her eyes.
"And you must be Brittany." Mrs. Lopez smiled at the blonde, letting go of her daughter.
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Lopez." Brittany smiled.
"Please, call me Maria."
"Ok, Maria." Brittany was shocked when the older Latina hugged her tightly. Santana couldn't hold back her laughter.
"Come on inside." Maria let go of Brittany and led the girls inside. "Are you girls hungry? Dinner is almost ready."
"What are you making?" Santana asked, walking in the familiar house.
"Enchiladas."
"My favorite." Santana smiled.
"Why don't you go get settled and I'll call you when it's ready."
Santana nodded and took Brittany's hand, leading her through the house. She stopped outside her old bedroom door. "Now don't laugh. This was my high school self."
"I'll try not to." Brittany smiled.
Santana opened the door and smiled. She loved and missed this room. "You can put your stuff where ever."
Brittany dropped her bag by the dresser before taking a good look around the room. "You were a cheerleader?"
"Yeah. I was captain my junior and senior years. And we won four national championships."
"That's amazing."
"I loved it. It was my life back then."
"I always wondered what it would be like to date a cheerleader."
"We're a pain in the ass. Trust me." Santana laughed.
Brittany laughed and pulled Santana into a hug. "Your mom seems nice."
"She's crazy." Santana smiled. "I'm sure she'll ask you a million questions during dinner."
"Girls, dinner is ready!" Maria shouted up the stairs.
Santana gave Brittany a quick peck on the lips before pulling her downstairs. "It smells great, mami."
"I know." Maria smiled, serving the food.
"Where's papi?"
"Working late. He wasn't sure when he would be home."
"This is really good." Brittany stuffed more food in her mouth.
"Of course it is, dear." Maria smiled.
Brittany smiled. "Now I know where San learned to cook."
"I taught her everything she knows. So Brittany, how did you and Santana meet?"
Santana raised an eyebrow at the blonde. "We met at a bar actually." Brittany said, smiling. "I go there all the time then one night San showed up with Puck and some other friends. She would stare at me all night. She did that for weeks before she bought me a drink and talked to me. That night we talked until like 7 in the morning. We've pretty much been inseparable since."
"What took you so long, mija?"
"I don't know." Santana shrugged. "She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I guess I was scared."
Maria chuckled softly at her daughter. "You're just like your papi."
"I am not." Santana defended herself.
"It took that man 2 months to ask me out." Maria laughed.
"In San's defense, it only took her 7 weeks to officially ask me out." Brittany chimed in.
"Not helping, Britt." Santana crossed her arms over her chest causing her mother and Brittany to laugh.
"Sorry, San." Brittany leaned over and kissed the brunette's cheek.
Maria watched the interaction between the two girls and couldn't help but smile. Later that night, the girls were in Santana's room getting ready for bed.
"It wasn't that bad, was it?" Santana asked, changing into pajamas.
"I love your mom." Brittany laid in bed. "She's the best."
"Well she really likes you. When you were in the shower, she couldn't stop talking about you. I swear she talked about you more than I do." Santana laughed, laying next to Brittany.
"I'm glad." Brittany smiled.
The rest of the weekend went off without a hitch. Santana's dad came around and Brittany got him to smile and laugh which he hadn't done in a long time. Santana showed Brittany around her hometown before they left.
Time flew by over the next couple months. Santana and Brittany's six month anniversary landed on a Friday night. Brittany made sure to get the night off. She wanted to spend as much time as she could with her girlfriend. Santana was excited. She had somehow gotten reservations at one of the best restaurants in town. The pair was having a great time. Neither one had been this happy in a long time.
"I thought you looked familiar." Some random guy walked up to the table, talking to Brittany. He winked at her. "I'm a big fan."
"Thank you." Brittany smiled. "That's sweet of you."
"The way you move. It's—"
"Excuse me." Santana cut him off. She glared at him. "We were having dinner here. Can you move it along and stop drooling over my girlfriend?"
"Oh sorry." The man sulked away quickly.
"Santana, that guy is one of the best customers at the club."
"I'm your fucking girlfriend." Santana growled across the table. "I'm sorry if I don't want to hear some guy perv on you while we are having dinner."
Brittany rolled her eyes and they finished their meal. They took a cab back to Santana's place. Brittany dropped her purse on the table. She turned to face Santana, crossing her arms over her chest. "What the hell was that back there?"
"What do you mean?"
"You snapped on the guy in the restaurant. And you've been acting all sorts of strange when it comes to work lately. What's going on?"
Santana knew this conversation would happen sooner or later. She didn't want it to happen tonight though. She just wanted to enjoy the night but now it wasn't going to happen. "I want you to quit."
"What?" Brittany was taken aback by Santana's statement.
"I want you to quit. I can't take people staring at you, touching you when you're nearly naked. I've tried being ok with this but I want to beat the hell out of every guy that looks at you."
"It's my job, Santana. I can't just quit. How am I supposed to pay my rent? Did you think about that?"
"Well how do you think I feel, Brittany? Have you put yourself in my shoes? Have you thought about me at all?"
"Of course I have. You're all I ever think about."
"Then how do you think I feel? Huh? Would you want a bunch of guys rubbing on me while I'm half naked?"
"I know it must be hard for you but I have no other options right now. I'm making good money."
"Do you like what you do? Do you enjoy it?"
"No but that's not the point."
"Are you happy?"
"At work? No but that's not the point."
"It's part of the point. If you're unhappy, why stay there?"
"Because I have no other choice!" Brittany threw her hands up in frustration, still pacing the floor.
"There's always a choice." Santana was rooted in her spot with her arms over her chest.
"How long have you felt this way?"
"Pretty much since day 1."
"Then why even bother with me?"
"Because from the first time I saw you I knew there was something different about you. I wanted to see what it was. And along the way I fell in love with you. I really have tried to be ok with this but I can't do it anymore. It's driving me insane. I want you to quit."
"I'm not going to. And if you can't accept that, I guess it's over."
Santana stood there, Brittany's words sinking in. She dropped her head. "I want you to myself or not at all."
Both girls stared at each other, having delivered ultimatums. Brittany was the first to get tears in her eyes. "Well it was fun while it lasted." She grabbed her purse from the table. "Goodbye, Santana."
Brittany sighed and walked out the door, leaving Santana in tears. The brunette fell to the floor. She curled up in a ball and cried. What did I just do? She suddenly felt completely empty and alone. It had been a long time since she last felt this way. Finally, she gathered up the strength to walk into her bedroom and change before falling on her bed. She looked at her phone but it only made her cry more. She traced her thumb over the image on the screen, Brittany's beautiful, smiling face.
At some point in the night, Santana fell asleep. She woke up and reached for the blonde before the crushing reality of the previous night hit her. She sighed as tears filled her eyes again. She didn't want to cry anymore. It took too much out of her. She grabbed her phone as it buzzed from the table. It was a text from Puck. Have fun last night? ;)
Not even close.
What happened?
I think we broke up.
Me and Q are on our way.
Santana didn't want them to come but at the same time, she didn't want to be alone. Puck let himself in with his key and walked into Santana's bedroom with Quinn behind him.
"What happened, S?" Puck sat next to the brunette on the bed.
"I blew it."
"How?"
"We got in a fight about her job. We kinda blew up at each other. I told her I wanted her to quit."
"Oh that's not good."
"I know. But I don't know how much longer I could keep my mouth shut about it."
"I understand." Puck rubbed the smaller girl's back. "We can fix this."
"No, Puck. It's done. That's it."
"You can't just be done."
"I love her too much to keep lying to her."
Puck hugged his crying friend. "You need to tell her that you love her and you guys can work through this."
"How are we supposed to work through this? How can I be ok with drunk jerks touching her?" Santana cried into Puck's chest.
Quinn looked on in awe. She had never seen the brunette this way before. She had never seen Puck this caring before either. After a good hour and soaking Puck's shirt, Santana's sobs subsided. She still kept her arms around him.
"Do you need anything, San?" Puck questioned softly.
Santana shook her head. "I'm ok."
"You should probably eat something." Quinn noted.
"I agree." Puck nodded.
"I'm not hungry." Santana said.
"I don't care. You're going to eat. Quinn, can you get her something and some water?"
Quinn nodded and exited the room.
"Thanks for coming." Santana pulled away from Puck slightly.
"Don't worry about it." Puck shrugged. "I love you. You know that, right?"
Santana nodded. "I love you too." She latched onto Puck again.
Quinn walked in the room with a sandwich and a glass of water. Santana ate it, not realizing how hungry she was.
"Good girl." Puck laughed.
"Shut up." Santana smiled and pushed him.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"We'll figure something out. It's gonna be ok."