Hey guys! Here is the latest chapter! Sadly this story is coming to an end. This is chapter 16 and the last chapter will be 20 with an epilogue. So I really like the last part of this chapter. I laughed the entire time writing and hopefully you all like it too! I hope you like it all actually! And I know Brittany's new job is used a lot but I really like it and think it fits her perfectly. But anyway. Enjoy and review please!
It only took a few days to get Brittany's stuff all moved in with the help of Puck, Quinn, and some of Santana's other friends. Brittany would unpack while Santana was at work. Late nights were becoming an every day thing since Santana's company got the new contract. Brittany didn't mind much. It gave her more time to wander around and look for a new job.
Brittany walked back to her apartment with the biggest smile on her face. She grabbed her phone and quickly dialed Santana's number.
"Hello," Santana sighed, answering the phone.
"Hey babe," Brittany smiled. "Are you busy?"
"I got a minute. What's up?"
"Well I was wondering if you could come home early tonight. I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"I wanna tell you in person."
"Can't you tell me now?"
"Nope."
"Ok, ok. I'll see what I can do."
"You're the best."
"I know." Santana laughed. "But I better get back to work."
"Ok babe. I'll talk to you later. I love you."
"I love you too."
Brittany finally finished getting all of her stuff unpacked. She sat on the couch and smiled at herself. She flipped through the channels on TV and couldn't stop smiling. She anxiously waited for Santana to get home. Finally she heard the keys in the door. She jumped off the couch and ran toward the door. Santana opened the door looking tense and tired.
"I'm so glad you're home," Brittany smiled, throwing her arms around the Latina's neck. She felt the girl relax in her arms.
"Me too." Santana smiled.
"So I can't wait any longer. I have something to tell you."
"What's up?" Santana pulled back slightly, looking Brittany in the eye.
"I found a job today!"
"That's amazing!" Santana beamed. She dropped her stuff and picked the blonde up, spinning her around. "What is it?"
"It's at a dance school. I'll be teaching kids how to dance. And the owner is a choreographer on Broadway so it could end up turning into something big." Brittany smiled brightly.
"That's great, B." Santana kissed Brittany softly. "Let's celebrate. I'm taking you to dinner."
"Can we call Quinn and Puck too?"
"Anything you want. Any special place you want to go?"
"You pick."
Santana smiled. "Ok. Get ready and I'll call Puck."
"What should I wear?"
"Anything." Santana picked her stuff up and put it on the table. She called Puck and told him to meet them in an hour. She got changed and in an hour the pair was at the restaurant waiting on Puck and Quinn.
"You look hot tonight." Brittany whispered in Santana's ear, causing the girl to blush. She kissed her cheek. "You're so cute."
"I hate that you can still do that to me." Santana shook her head.
"Well I love it."
"You would." Santana laughed, sliding her arm around Brittany's waist. "Where the hell are those two?"
"Be patient. I'm sure they're on their way."
"Hey Lopez!" Puck smiled, walking in with Quinn.
"Took you long enough." Santana rolled her eyes.
"We're glad you guys could make it." Brittany smiled.
"What's the occasion?" Puck asked Brittany.
"My Brittany got an awesome job today." Santana squeezed Brittany's hand.
"Are you a hooker now?" Puck laughed.
Santana glared at him. "No, she's not." She growled across the table.
"I'm actually teaching at a dance studio." Brittany smiled.
"That's awesome." Quinn smiled. "Will you be teaching kids?"
"Yeah. They told me anywhere from age 5 to 18."
"What kind of dance?"
"Ballet to the younger ones. Hip Hop to the older ones."
"That sounds like so much fun."
"I'm really excited."
"Question." Puck spoke up. "Do the people that hired you know you were a stripper?"
"No. That didn't come up."
"Do you have to bring that up every time we're all together?" Santana crossed her arms over her chest. "It's getting old."
"I'm just saying I don't know if I would want some stripper teaching my kid how to dance."
"That's incredibly rude, Noah." Quinn looked over at her boyfriend. "What's your problem?"
"I'd like to know that too." Santana glared at him.
Puck just shrugged. "Nothing. I was just saying."
Dinner continued with small conversations but the happy tone it started with was gone. Brittany was unusually quiet. This didn't go unnoticed by Santana. She watched her blonde closely throughout the rest of dinner. Once they were home, Santana hugged Brittany tightly.
"What's wrong, babe?" Santana spoke softly onto Brittany's neck. "You barely said anything at dinner."
"It's nothing." Brittany shrugged.
"It was Puck, wasn't it? Don't listen to anything he says. He's just an ass."
"I know. I don't know why it bothered me."
"Forget him. You're going to be great. Those kids will love you. Then you're going to be on Broadway and kill it."
"I love you."
"I love you too." Santana kissed the blonde softly.
"I wanted to ask you something."
"Anything."
"Do you want to come to my parents' house next weekend?"
"Sure. It's about time I get to meet the parents." Santana smiled.
"They are excited to meet you. They keep asking when I'm going to bring you over."
"Well my mom keeps bugging me about bringing you back. She really likes you."
Brittany laughed. "I miss them."
The next weekend came quickly. Santana was glad to get out of the city and away from work for a couple days. It was late morning when she and Brittany hopped on the bus to Bridgeport. It was a short drive, about an hour and a half. Brittany rested her head on Santana's shoulder and took a nap. Santana stared out the window, thinking about a lot of things. She smiled at the blonde and looked back out the window.
"Britt," Santana said softly. "Wake up. We're almost there."
Brittany stretched and yawned. "Have you ever been to Bridgeport?"
"Can't say I have."
"You'll love it. I'll show you around."
"I can't wait." Santana smiled.
The bus stopped at the station and everyone exited. The girls grabbed their bags.
"I hope you don't mind walking. It's not that far."
"That's fine."
Brittany took Santana's hand and led her a few blocks to her parents' house. Santana stared at the beautiful house as they walked up. Two story. White. Picket fence. Flowers decorating the front yard. Brittany opened the door, pulling Santana inside.
"Mom, dad, I'm home." Brittany shouted.
"Brittany?" Mrs. Pierce said, running in from the kitchen. She hugged her daughter tightly. "You need to come around more often. I feel like I never see you anymore."
"I know." Brittany pulled away and smiled. "Mom, I want you to meet someone. This is Santana."
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Pierce." Santana smiled, extending her hand.
"We've heard so much about you." Mrs. Pierce said, shaking the Latina's hand. "It's nice to finally meet you. Brittany talks about you all the time, you know?"
"Mom!" Brittany whined.
"What?" Mrs. Pierce smiled. "It's true."
Santana laughed and Brittany glared at her. "Why are you laughing?"
"My mom did the same thing to me and you laughed." Santana reminded her.
"Whatever."
Santana smiled and kissed Brittany's cheek.
"Brooklyn should be on her way soon." Mrs. Pierce smiled. "It's been a long time since the two of you have been here together."
Santana eyed Brittany suspiciously. Brittany noticed but pretended she didn't. "Awesome." Brittany smiled. "We're going to get settled in upstairs then I'm taking San on a tour of the city."
"That sounds like fun. Don't be late for dinner."
"We won't." Brittany took Santana's hand and took her upstairs.
"Brooklyn is going to be here?" Santana dropped her bag on Brittany's floor. Brittany nodded. "Did you know? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted you to come. I was afraid you'd bail if you knew she was coming."
"If she hits me again—"
"She won't. She is going to be nice and apologize." Santana sighed and Brittany hugged her tightly. "Come on. Let me show you around town."
"If you insist."
"I do. Now come on." Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her downstairs. "Mom, we're leaving. We'll be back soon."
"Ok. Have fun." Mrs. Pierce smiled.
Brittany showed Santana all Bridgeport had to offer. The brunette had to admit it was a beautiful city. As the sun started to set, Brittany figured it was time to go home. They walked in and Santana saw Brooklyn sitting on the couch. She gripped Brittany's hand tighter. Brooklyn got up slowly and walked over to the couple.
"Hey Britt, Santana." Brooklyn smiled softly.
"Hey Brook." Brittany smiled.
"Hi." Santana said, avoiding eye contact.
"Santana, can I talk to you for a second?"
Santana looked at Brittany who smiled at her. "Sure."
Brooklyn went outside and Santana followed. "I wanted to apologize to you. The way I acted that night was stupid. I couldn't see past Brittany crying in my arms. I wanted to hurt you for hurting her. But now I see how truly happy you make her. I'm sorry."
"Thank you." Santana smiled softly. "I understand you wanting to protect Brittany. But I promise I won't ever hurt her again. I love her."
"I know you do. And so do I. I hope we can start over and be friends."
"Sure. I'd like that."
Brooklyn held her hand out which Santana took. They smiled at each other. "We should get back inside. Mom will get mad if we're late for dinner."
The two walked back inside. Brittany waited patiently by the stairs. She smiled at Santana brightly. "Everything good?"
"Everything's good." Santana smiled.
"Good." Brittany kissed the brunette quickly. "I'm glad."
"Girls, dinner is ready." Mrs. Pierce announced.
Brittany took Santana's hand and led her into the dining room. They sat on one side of the table across from Brooklyn. Brittany's parents were at the ends of the table. Santana squeezed Brittany's hand under the table. Brittany gave her a reassuring smile.
"So Santana," Mr. Pierce finally spoke up, "Brittany speaks very highly of you. I don't think I've ever heard her talk about someone so much."
"It seems she's really taken with you." Mrs. Pierce noted.
"I feel the same way. My parents keep telling me I talk about Brittany way too much." Santana smiled.
"She recently moved in with you, didn't she?" Mr. Pierce asked.
"Yes, sir." Santana nodded.
"How is that working out?"
"I couldn't have imagined anything better. There is nothing better than coming home to her smiling face." Santana smiled at Brittany lovingly. "She makes my days better."
"That's one of the sweetest things I've ever heard." Mrs. Pierce smiled.
"Well ma'am, I love Brittany. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me." Santana felt a gentle squeeze on her hand. "I'm going to do whatever it takes to make sure she's happy."
"That's all we needed to hear." Mrs. Pierce smiled at Santana then at Brittany. "We're happy you finally found someone good."
"Me too," Brittany leaned over and kissed Santana's cheek.
"Hey Britt, I have a question." Santana looked up from her work.
"What's up?" Brittany smiled from the couch.
"Well, the holidays are coming up. I was wondering what we're going to do."
"I don't know. I haven't really thought about it."
"My mom has been asking." Santana shrugged. "It got me thinking about it. We can't spend both holidays with both of our families. I guess I should ask if you want to spend them together before anything else."
"Of course I do." Brittany wandered over to Santana. She kissed her neck before sitting next to her. "There's no one I'd rather spend it with."
"Well that answers one question." Santana laughed. "What should we do? My family lives in Ohio. Yours in Bridgeport. There's no way we can go to both."
"I don't know. Christmas is more of a big deal with my family. It seems like everyone shows up."
"Ok. How about we go to my family's for Thanksgiving and yours for Christmas?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I want us both to have time with our families. I love you. And as long as we're together, I'm happy."
"You're amazing." Brittany leaned over and captured the brunette's lips.
Thanksgiving came out of nowhere. Santana took a few extra days off to spend at home and the dance studio was closed over the holiday. This time, Brittany wasn't nervous or scared to see Santana's parents. She was excited. She missed the crazy Latin family. After leaving the airport and getting a cab, they were finally at the Lopez house. Santana took Brittany's hand as they walked up to the house. She opened the door and walked into the warm house. "Mami! Papi! I'm home." Santana shouted.
"Mija! Brittany!" Maria shuffled in, hugging both girls. "I've missed you two."
"I missed you too." Santana sighed.
"Brittany, has Santana been taking good care of you?" Maria asked the blonde.
"Mami!" Santana whined. "Aren't you supposed to ask if she's taking care of me?"
"I like her more, mija." Maria shrugged.
Brittany laughed. "She's been taking great care of me."
"She better." Maria eyed her daughter.
"Come on, Britt." Santana rolled her eyes, dragging Brittany upstairs.
The next day all of Santana's family showed up. It was sheer madness but Brittany never felt more comfortable or at home. She was standing in the doorway watching Santana wrestle with two of her young cousins. She couldn't stop smiling. She didn't notice Maria come up next to her.
"She's great with kids, isn't she?" Maria smiled.
"Yeah she is." Brittany glanced at Maria before turning her attention back to Santana. "I never would have guessed."
"Me either. She always put up a front, a wall to keep people out and make them think she was strong. You're the first girl she's brought here for Thanksgiving, you know?"
"Really?" Brittany looked at Maria, questioningly.
"Really. She's really serious about you."
"I'm really serious about her. I don't see my life without her."
"Just make sure you take care of her. She's not as strong as she tries to be."
"I will." Brittany smiled brightly.
Santana walked over and smiled at her blonde. "I think I pulled a muscle." She laughed.
"You need to be more careful, mija." Maria shook her head. "You're not a kid anymore."
"I'm only 24!" Santana crossed her arms over her chest.
"Hey San," Brittany said through the darkness of Santana's old bedroom.
"Hey Britt," Santana mocked.
"Never mind."
"Tell me."
"It's nothing."
"Tell me." Santana poked Brittany in the side. "I won't stop until you do."
"Ok!" Brittany laughed and squirmed. "Ok. Have you ever thought about having kids?"
"Oh wow. Um totally not what I was expecting."
"I didn't mean to freak you out. It's just, I saw you playing with the boys earlier and it looked so natural for you. I think you'd be an amazing mother."
"I love those boys. You know, I always said I was never going to have kids. I despised them. But I'm getting older and after spending time with the boys, I could definitely see myself having kids if the right person came along." Santana smiled in the dark. "What about you?"
"Definitely. I always wanted to have some but working with the kids at the studio made me really want one of my own."
"Now you would be an awesome mom. Better than I would be."
"I doubt that." Brittany smiled. "Do you think about the future often?"
"All the time."
"Our future?"
"Any future I think about is our, not mine anymore."
"Where do you see us in 5 years?"
"Married. 1 kid and another on the way. Me hopefully with my own PR firm. Us living in a nice little house. You owning your own dance studio where you'll teach our kids to dance."
"That's a lot to happen in 5 years."
"When Santana Lopez has her mind set, it will happen."
"How long have you pictured all this?"
"Honestly? A while."
"Wow."
"You wanna know something funny? After the first night we talked, Puck started calling you wifey. He figured we'd be married within a year."
"He's optimistic." Brittany laughed.
"It's different with you. It's always been different."
"Your mom said I was the first girl you brought home for Thanksgiving."
"Yeah you are. No one else has been good enough to meet my family. Partly because I figured the craziness would scare them off. But mainly because it was a fling, nothing special."
"I'm special?"
"You're more than special."
Brittany grabbed Santana's hand. She brought to her lips, kissing it softly. "I love you so much."
"I love you too."
"Can we have a puppy?"
"What?"
"In 5 years, with our kids in our nice house. Can we have a puppy?"
"Anything you want, B."
"What about 3 dogs and 4 cats and a horse?
"A horse?"
"I like horses." Brittany shrugged.
"All that plus kids?"
"Yeah." Brittany nodded.
"We'll see." Santana chuckled slightly.
Brittany snuggled as close as she possibly could to Santana. The pair slowly drifted off to sleep. A few short hours later, Carlos and PJ, Santana's cousins, ran into the bedroom.
"Sannana, wake up!" PJ pushed her shoulder.
"Wake up! Wake up!" Carlos joined in.
Santana yawned and slowly opened her eyes. "It's too early, boys. Go back to sleep."
"Everyone else is up." Carlos smiled. "Come play with us!"
Santana couldn't help but smile. "Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Both boys shook their head. "Ok. Go eat first. I'll get dressed then we'll play. Deal?"
"Deal!" The boys smiled and ran out of the room.
Santana sighed and heard Brittany giggle.
"See? You'll be a great mother." Brittany mused.
"I didn't know you were awake."
"It would be hard to sleep through all that." Brittany laughed.
"True." Santana smiled. "We better get up. Knowing those two, they'll inhale their food and be back up here in 5 minutes."
Santana hurried to get ready but Brittany took her time. The boys came back and dragged Santana downstairs. Brittany wandered downstairs a few minutes later. She found Maria and Santana's aunts in the kitchen. "Is there anything I can help with?"
"I think we've got it, honey." Maria smiled. "Go enjoy yourself."
Brittany smiled and followed the loud noises she heard. She saw Santana and the boys playing pirates. She couldn't stop the laugh that escaped from her lips. Santana looked ridiculous. She was wearing a red bandana, eye patch, and carried a plastic sword. Hearing the laugh, Santana charged her, grabbing her by the waist.
"Arrrrgh! We got the princess mateys!" Santana told the boys. "Find some rope! We have to tie her up so she won't run away!"
"Ok!" The boys ran off in their search of rope
"You are not going to tie me up." Brittany said, facing Santana.
"Don't you wanna play with us?" Santana pouted.
"Not if I get tied up!"
"But you're the beautiful princess who gets rescued."
"And who is going to rescue me?"
"Your prince, duh." Santana rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Here's the rope!" Carlos smiled, handing the actual rope to Santana.
"Good job boys!" Santana tightened her grip on Brittany's waist, pulling her farther into the room. "Get the chair quick!"
"Santana! Let me go!" Brittany struggled against the smaller girl.
Carlos and PJ brought the chair over and held Brittany in it while Santana tied her up.
"Now what do we do?" Carlos asked.
"We tell her kingdom we have their princess. We tell them we want lots of money to get her back."
"Where is her kingdom?"
"In the kitchen." Santana barely finished the word and the boys were off running to the kitchen. She looked at Brittany who was trying to get out of the chair. She started laughing.
"I am so getting you back for this!"
"Sannana! We got a dollar!" PJ ran in waving a dollar bill.
"Great! We can let the princess go now!"
Carlos and PJ helped Santana untie Brittany. As soon as she was free, Brittany lightly punched Santana in the arm. "I hate you." She glared but couldn't stop the smile creeping up on her face.