Hello loves! There is the latest update! Many of you were surprised about Puck. I was too lol. I didn't intend to go there at first but it seemed to fit I guess. This chapter gets a bit rushed in the middle, I think. I wanted to get as much in as I could since the next chapter will be the last. So I'll stop talking now and let you get to reading. Enjoy and review please :)
The next morning, Santana went to shower while Brittany sat with Quinn. The two talked on the couch, drinking coffee. There was a knock at the door. Brittany got up to answer it. She opened it a few inches.
"Is Quinn here?" Puck asked, looking disheveled and smelling of alcohol.
"You should go." Brittany spoke softly.
"I need to apologize to her."
"Puck, just go home." Brittany started to close the door but Puck forced it open.
Taking a drink from the bottle in his hand, Puck pushed himself into the apartment. "You know everything was fine before you came along." He backed Brittany into a corner. "You turned Santana into a whipped little bitch. Now she has to run to you before she does anything. You ruined her."
"I didn't ruin her." Brittany pushed Puck away. "Did you ever think she grew up? I think that's something you need to do."
Puck backhanded Brittany, hard, across the face. "Fuck you!"
"Puck, just stop!" Quinn rushed over to help Brittany but Puck knocked her to the floor.
Puck turned back to Brittany, grabbing her by the arms and pinning her to the wall. "What will it take to get you to leave and never come back?"
"I'm not going anywhere." Brittany struggled against his arms.
Quinn crawled to the bathroom and knocked softly. She didn't hear any water so she took that as a good sign. Santana opened the door. "Quinn? What's wrong?"
"Puck's here." Quinn whispered.
"Where's Brittany?"
"He's got her in the corner."
Santana pushed past Quinn, running out of the bathroom. "Get the fuck off her!" She pulled at him until he let Brittany go. "What the hell is your problem?"
"I wanted to see Quinn but this bitch wouldn't let me."
"Don't fucking call her that. Ever. And you don't deserve to see Quinn. Get the fuck out and don't come back."
"But Santana—"
"No. Get the fuck out!" Puck sulked out of the apartment and Santana dropped down next to Brittany. "Are you ok, babe?"
Brittany nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine."
Santana pulled Brittany into a tight hug. "Quinn, you ok?"
"I'm fine." Quinn looked down at her hands. "Listen, Santana, I really appreciate the offer to stay here but I think I'm going to stay at my parents' house for a while."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I just can't take all this anymore. I need to get away."
"Wait. How many times has he done this?"
Quinn shrugged, turning away. "I've lost count now. It happens a lot when he drinks. But it slowed down since you stopped drinking so much with him."
"Quinn, I had no idea." Santana placed a hand on Quinn's shoulder. "You could have told me. I could have helped."
"Puck wouldn't have accepted any." Quinn turned around, facing Santana. "You and I both know it."
"Hopefully now he realizes what he's losing if he keeps this up."
"I love him so much. I just want him to get better." Quinn started to tear up and Santana pulled her into a hug. After a few minutes, the blonde pulled away. "I'm going to go ahead and go. Thank you for everything."
"Anytime." Santana smiled softly.
"Keep me up to date, will you?"
"Of course."
"I'll see you guys later."
Quinn hugged each girl before leaving. Santana dropped on the couch and ran her fingers through her hair. Brittany laid her head in the brunette's lap.
"I'm sorry." Brittany took Santana's hand in her own.
"No." Santana shook her head. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry he laid his hands on you and I wasn't there."
"It was my fault." Brittany broke eye contact, looking at her feet. "If I would have just kept my mouth shut."
"What?"
"I mouthed off and he didn't like it."
"What happened?"
"It's nothing."
"Please tell me."
"I told him to leave and he wouldn't. He pushed the door open and cornered me, talking about how things were so much better before I came around. I've 'turned you into a whipped little bitch' and ruined you. I told him you grew up and he needed to. Then he, well, he smacked me."
"He what? Did he hurt you?"
"Yeah it hurt but I'm fine."
"I swear I'll kill him."
Brittany sat up and took Santana's face in her hands. "You don't want to do that. He's your best friend."
"Yes but you're my girlfriend. And yes I love Puck but I love you more. Maybe that's wrong but I don't care."
"I just don't want to break up your friendship."
"He did that on his own. You didn't do anything wrong."
"I never knew he was capable of that. It really scared me."
"I didn't know either. I mean yeah we got in fights when we drank but it was nothing. I don't know what's going on."
The next three weeks flew by for Santana. They dragged on and on for Brittany. She was dying to get home to see her parents and family. So it now being Christmas Eve, Brittany and Santana were on their way to Bridgeport. As they got closer, Brittany got more excited. She squeezed Santana's hand and smiled.
"Brittany!" Brooklyn shouted, seeing her sister walk off the bus.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." Brittany ran up, hugging her sister.
"I know. It's been too long."
"It's unacceptable."
"Definitely." Brooklyn smiled. Santana walked up with her bags and Brittany's. "Hey Santana."
"Hey Brook." Santana smiled. "How've you been?"
"Pretty good. You?"
"Good, good."
"That's good. You guys ready?"
Both girls nodded and headed to Brooklyn's car. It was a short drive to the Pierce home. Santana was thankful. She was growing tired of being in a car. So when the car stopped in the driveway, Santana jumped out and went to the trunk. She grabbed the bags once Brooklyn popped the trunk.
"I can take one of those, babe." Brittany tried taking a bag from Santana.
"I got it." Santana smiled brightly.
Brittany kissed Santana on the cheek. She led the two other girls into the warm house. They were all met with hugs. Mr. Pierce took the bags from Santana and took them upstairs. Brittany took Santana's hand and proudly showed her off. She was introduced to aunts and uncles and grandparents. By the end of the night, Santana was exhausted. She was ready to pass out but the Pierce family sat around the fire, drinking eggnog or hot cocoa and singing Christmas carols. Finally, Brittany must have sensed Santana's sleepiness.
"We've had a long day." Brittany took Santana's hand. "I think we're going to head to bed. Goodnight everyone."
Goodnights were said as the girls made their way upstairs. Brittany led the brunette to their bedroom. Santana and Brittany sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at each other. "I love you more than anything, you know that right?" Santana said softly.
"Yes I do." Brittany smiled.
"Since it's after midnight," Santana said, reaching in her suitcase, "I want to give you this now."
"San, what is it?" Brittany looked at the mysterious box.
"Open it, silly."
Brittany slowly opened the package. She flipped open the box and gasped. "Oh San. It's beautiful." She pulled the golden chain and pendant from the box. One side of the golden heart had Forever engraved while the opposite side had B+S. "I absolutely love it."
"I was hoping you would." Santana smiled brightly.
Brittany put the necklace on and smiled. She grabbed a box from the bedside table and held it in her hand. "Open this."
Santana took the box and smiled as she unwrapped it. She studied the small box before opening it. "It's beautiful." Santana smiled, pulling the necklace with a key shaped pendant out of the box.
"It's the key to my heart. You've always had it but I thought this was perfect."
"It is perfect. I love it. I love you."
"I love you too." Brittany kissed Santana softly. "Now I know you're exhausted. Let's get some sleep."
"That's the best offer I've heard all night."
Santana and Brittany changed into pajamas and crawled into bed. The blonde pulled the brunette close. "Are you having a good time?" Brittany smiled when Santana mumbled incoherently. "Goodnight, San. I love you."
The next morning, the girls were woken up by shouting and running up and down the stairs. Santana stretched and looked over at Brittany. "Merry Christmas, babe."
"Merry Christmas, San." Brittany leaned over and kissed the brunette softly. She pulled back and saw the necklace hanging from Santana's neck. She toyed with it slightly, a smile forming.
"What?"
"This looks great on you. Silver is definitely your color."
"Thanks babe."
"Let's get downstairs. The kids are probably getting antsy."
The two got dressed and headed down the stairs. Santana jumped on Brittany's back. The blonde laughed and carried Santana the rest of the way down the stairs, into the living room. They sat back and watched everyone open presents. Mrs. Pierce handed a box to Brittany and one to Santana. The brunette looked up at the elder blonde, confused. She smiled at Santana and nodded. Santana smiled and opened the box. It was a brand new briefcase. She thanked them with hugs. Brittany opened her box. Inside was brand new ballet shoes and two new leotards. She hugged her parents tightly.
The rest of the day was spent cooking and playing with the kids. Santana played with the kids for a while then helped in the kitchen. The dinner was amazing. Santana was sure it was as good, if not better, than her mother's. After the meal, the ladies cleaned up while the men watched sports. The kids went out to play in the snow. All the cleaning was done and the kids came back inside. They put Elf in for the kids to watch. Santana and Brittany ended up watching it with them, laughing the whole time.
Later that night, Santana sat back quietly as Brittany talked with some of her aunts. She saw Mr. Pierce walk outside and decided to follow. Brittany gave her a questioning look to which she smiled. She saw the older man leaning on the porch railing. "Mr. P?" she said softly.
"Santana," the man smiled. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Yes sir. But I kind of wanted to talk to you about something."
"What is it?"
"I'd like your permission to ask Brittany to marry me."
Mr. Pierce's hand slipped off the rail. He stumbled slightly. "Excuse me?"
"Well sir, when I first saw Brittany, I knew she was different than all the other girls. I wanted things to be different with her. I've treated her better that anyone else. And she deserves the best. I plan on giving her the best and more. We've been together almost a year now and I love her, sir. I want to spend the rest of my life with her."
Mr. Pierce pulled the Latina into a tight hug. "When we first met you, I wasn't so sure about you. But I saw the way you treat Brittany. I knew you two you would be together forever."
"She's my life. I can't imagine being without her."
"She is extremely happy with you. I haven't seen her this way in a very long time. So just promise me you'll take good care of her."
"Until the day I die." Santana smiled.
Mr. Pierce hugged Santana again. "I'm looking forward to you being part of this family."
"Me too."
Santana smiled as she walked inside. Brittany questioned her with an eyebrow. "Everything ok?"
"Yeah. I was just getting some air." Santana sat next to Brittany on the couch. Mr. Pierce gave her a warm smile as he walked by.
"What did you two talk about?"
"Nothing important." Santana kissed Brittany's cheek. "I promise."
Brooklyn walked in and eyed Santana. "Hey Santana, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure." Santana got up and followed Brooklyn upstairs. "What's up?"
"I just overheard my father telling mom you asked for permission to ask Brittany to marry you."
"Yes, I did."
Brooklyn looked down for a second then back up to Santana. "Are you going to take care of her?"
"I will."
"Don't hurt her, please. And don't take her away from me, us."
"I won't. I don't plan on taking her away from anyone, especially you. You mean a lot to her."
"Thank you. I was wrong about you. You're meant for my sister. So just please take care of her."
"You don't have to worry, Brook. She's priority number one. No one else comes first."
For the first time in knowing each other, Brooklyn pulled Santana into an embrace. Santana smiled. "Thank you." Brooklyn whispered as she pulled away. "Brittany needed someone to love her and she found you."
"You're a good sister. She's lucky to have you."
"I hope we can be good friends."
"Me too."
Brooklyn smiled sweetly and led Santana back downstairs. The brunette took her seat next to Brittany again and again she was smiling.
"Why do I feel like I'm missing out on something?" Brittany asked, taking Santana's hand in her own.
"You're not, babe." Santana snuggled into Brittany's side. She smiled brightly. "Merry Christmas, B."
"Merry Christmas, San." Brittany kissed the top of the brunette's head.