a/n: this one is a little short but mostly just serves to move time along. there's two spicy gifts between the dashes here for y'all, so do enjoy those. we're getting close to the end of our story and the new year, so don't forget to check out my other stories. Who knows, i might just put more gifts in them! Welp, enjoy- GEK
Chapter 6: Alcohol Advent
After they spent Monday remembering things they'd rather not, the Lopez-Pierce's decided it was best to focus instead on the memories they'd yet to form. Brittany was still careful to keep an eye on her wife- she had been shocked by her reaction. She knew it hurt, but she had no idea how much pain Santana was still carrying. To try and quiet her worries that she could do little about, she instead worried herself with finishing Santana's gift. All the patches she wanted were finally there, and the jacket was coming together nicely. It was the last few patches that gave the blonde pause. She'd ordered both the Mexican flag and Puerto Rican flag, the countries both sides of Santana's family were from. It hadn't crossed her mind that maybe Santana wouldn't want even the smallest reminder of her Abuela. Brittany decides that her best option is to call Santana's mother.
"Hola Brittany." Maribel says, sounding busy "How are you mija?"
"Esta bien Mami." Brittany says, happy their parents truly embrace both girls as their own children "I had a question about Santana's Abuela."
"Por que?" Maribel says "Alma is an old stubborn woman."
"I know that far too well. But I'm making Santana something and I'm worried she may not want something reminiscent of Alma." Brittany chews her lip.
"Don't chew your lip" Maribel reprimanded and Brittany has no idea how the woman knew over the phone "What exactly is it?"
"Well I got two flag patches for a jacket I'm making for her, the Mexican and Puerto Rican flag. I don't even know which side of your family is which." Brittany shyly admits.
"Entiendo. Alma is Hector's mother. They are Mexican, but so was her Abuelo before he passed. Santana would not be bothered by either flag Brittany. Hakuna matata." The elder woman sneaks in a Disney reference, knowing how the movies bring the blonde comfort.
"Gracias Mami. I just didn't want Santana to have a constant reminder of a love she can't truly embrace. Without acceptance, it's not love." Brittany sighs.
"Did something happen that made you especially worried?" Maribel asks and Brittany is worried it will be a betrayal of Santana's trust if she were to share.
"I'm not sure if Santana would like me telling you." Brittany says, hoping Maribel will know what is right.
"Perhaps not. But do you need to talk to someone about it? She would understand if you needed to let your worries out." Maribel feels a bit guilty. She's not so sure her daughter would appreciate that.
"I better not." Brittany decides "I'll talk to her when she gets home. Thanks Mami. Adios. Te amo." Brittany ends the call and puts the last two patches on before carefully returning the jacket to its hiding spot. Without the distraction, her mind is left to worry. She hates how that old woman hurt her wife. Rarely has Brittany ever wanted to hurt someone, but both Finn and Alma had made her angry. Finn when he outed Santana, and Alma every single time she called their love a sin. She needs to hit something, and the only person she thinks can help her is Blaine. It was no secret he liked to box, Brittany had even gone a couple times. With a quick phone call, she finds herself in Kurt and Blaine's apartment.
"What's going on Britt?" Blaine invites her in "Can I get you anything?"
"Can't we just start punching shit right away?" Brittany asks, on edge.
"If that's what you want. Let me get the bag and some gloves." Blaine drags the stuff to an empty space and tosses Brittany a pair of gloves. "Now Britt, you can't just go out all willy-nilly or you'll hurt yourself, remember?"
"Yeah yeah. I'll be careful." Brittany just wants to start punching, she'll do anything to get Blaine to shut up. He sighs and lets her at it. He knows she's not being careful, but stopping her might end with a fist to his nose at this moment. Finally, he realizes he needs to step in as Brittany's steps start to falter, her punches make contact in the worst ways, and her face contorted in pain. He grabs her around the waist and she struggles against him, but he doesn't ease up. With a cry she goes limp, and breaks down quickly. Blaine isn't sure what to do now, so he calls Kurt.
"Babe" Kurt says "This isn't a great time…who's with you, I hear crying."
"It's Brittany. She came down here and went ham on the punching bag." Blaine explains.
"Do you have any idea why?" Kurt grabs his keys, and apologizes to his boss, claiming a family emergency.
"No" Blaine says "She was so mad when she came in."
"I'll be there soon. Just do your best." Kurt hangs up and calls Santana.
"What do you want Gay number 1?" Santana asks.
"Brittany is in our apartment crying on Blaine right now." Kurt says, hailing a taxi.
"What did he do?" Santana closes her laptop and packs it into her briefcase. She tells Stella that her wife needs her and heads into a taxi of her own.
"He didn't DO anything, Satan. Britt went down there and went all Rocky on the punching bag." Kurt explains.
"Fuck, she must he really fucking angry about something." Santana shakes her head "I'm on my way."
"Me too." Kurt says and they hang up. Kurt gets there first, and Brittany is inconsolable. Blaine has managed very little except getting the boxing gloves off to reveal two sore hands. Kurt tells him to get the first aid kit and he tries his best to soothe the bloody knuckles. Just a few minutes later, Santana is pounding on their door. She pushes past Blaine as he opens it and straight to Brittany who is still whimpering and crying. She gathers the blonde in her arms and rocks her gently. One look at the blonde's hands and she shoots Blaine a glare. He holds up his hands in surrender. Santana kisses Brittany's forehead softly and starts to sing.
For you, there'll be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining,
And I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right
Kurt is one of few who know that Songbird belongs to them. Santana had often confided in him their junior year, and he considered himself lucky to be privy to such a vulnerable Santana. He looked at Blaine who was just standing there completely confused. Kurt led his husband away, leaving Santana to bare her soul to her wife again.
And the songbirds keep singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before, like never before.
Brittany's breaths even out and she nuzzles into Santana's chest. The Latina wipes a thumb under each of her wife's eyes, drying the remaining tears. She sees the first aid kit Kurt had abandoned. Gently she bandages her wife's knuckles, pressing a kiss to each. Kurt peeks out into the living room and Santana looks at him, Brittany curled into her. She nods, silently letting him know they're leaving. With strength she didn't know she still had, she picks up Brittany, carrying her back to their apartment. Kurt follows with Santana's briefcase and helps her with the door before leaving them alone. Santana lays Brittany on the couch and helps her out of her shoes, before taking her work clothes off quickly in favor of comfier lounging clothes. She joins her wife on the couch and strokes blonde hair until blue eyes blink up at brown. Santana doesn't say anything, Brittany will talk when she's ready. The dancer adjusts herself to sit up and rests a freckled cheek on Santana's shoulder.
"I'm sorry." She says almost inaudible.
"Why?" Santana asks and Brittany holds up her bandaged knuckles.
"You hurt yourself Britt. I'm not upset, I just want to know why." Santana kisses Brittany's knuckles again.
"Angry." Brittany admits "So angry. When angry I punch."
"Not usually. Something was really bothering you." Santana reminds "Tell me."
"I'm mad at your abuela. So super duper mad. She hurts you from thousands of miles away in stinky old Ohio." Brittany growls "I hate her."
"You can't let her get to you. I know I'm being a hypocrite, but Britt…you have to let me hurt this time." Santana shakes her head "You can't take this pain away."
"I have to. I have to protect you and make you feel better. I can't sit here and watch you hurt." The blonde argues.
"Honey, please." Santana urges "Let this one go."
"NO!" Brittany gets up, pacing "I have to do something. She makes my blood boil." Brittany huffs "AGH!" she screams and starts punching the pillows on the couch. Santana gets in her way, narrowly avoiding a punch making contact with her face. She catches Brittany's fist. She carefully changes her grip and pins her down by her wrists. Santana sighs.
"Britt, I'm begging you. Just let this one go, please." Santana pleads.
"But but…" Brittany sniffles.
"I have a lot of love in my life already, remember?" Santana asks. Brittany nods and Santana lets her go. No more worrying. Brittany will learn that some things can't be happy. Santana finds that in the scuffle, she ends up straddling Brittany's lap. The blonde wiggles her eyebrows and Santana grins smug.
--
Brittany pulls Santana down into a kiss, and the Latina bites a pink lip teasingly. She drags Brittany up and to their bed, quickly discarding both of their clothes. Her hands trail down Brittany's body, appreciating the dancer's abs. Santana wastes no time leaving a dark bruise on a pale collar bone. She meets darkened blue eyes and decides to move things along faster. Her hand cups the heat between Brittany's legs. She runs a finger between wet lips, licking her own. She works a finger into velvet heat, loving the way Brittany's eyes roll back in pleasure. Slowly she works the blonde to an organs, adding another finger and circling the girl's clit with her thumb. She curls her fingers as she pushes them in and out, and soon brings Brittany crashing over the edge. She grabs one of her personal favorite toys and shows Brittany, and the blonde nods in approval. Santana worked the double ended dildo into her wife first before joining herself. She lets out a small gasp as they meet in the middle. It's not long before both their movements bring them both flying over the edge. However, Brittany knows one of Santana's favorite part of this toy is how deep she can take it. Brittany removes it from herself and penetrates Santana deeper. The Latina's back arches and Brittany takes a nipple into her mouth, and it isn't long until Santana comes undone once again. Brittany mentally pats herself on the back as she sets the toy aside. Santana cuddles closer to the blonde, satisfied and relaxed.
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The week goes on without any more drama and soon it's Friday evening. The next day is Christmas Eve, and they'll be attending a Glee party hosted by Finn and Rachel at a karaoke bar. They'd rented out the largest room and paid for some idiotically expensive package so they'd have plenty to drink and eat. Brittany was excited because Mike and Tina were going to be there and had recently rekindled their high school romance. She knew things had been soured for a while, but Mike sounded really happy about how things were turning out. Santana was not nearly as excited, but Mercedes was going to make it so there was a plus. Still, she was being a total Grinch in Brittany's opinion, especially about the last minute white elephant announcement.
"Come on babe, maybe someone will bring alcohol." Brittany smiled and Santana rolled her eyes.
"Our friends have TERRIBLE taste in alcohol. Knowing Puck he'll bring a six pack of his newest microbrew venture." Santana laughed.
"Don't be mean Sanny. Now come on, we have to bring something each." Brittany said. Santana's face broke out into a huge evil smile as she paused in front of Spencer's
"Babe, it would be so funny if we got something from Spencers." Santana says.
"We can't get clothes, Finn's ten times bigger than everyone else." Brittany raised an eyebrow.
"Haven't you ever been in the back sections of this store?" Santana questioned.
"No, I always get too distracted by the lava lamps- wait, should I bring a lava lamp?" Brittany asks.
"Sure babe. But let me show you." Santana drags Brittany right past the lava lamps and the blonde immediately knows why Santana had such an evil grin on her face.
"San, I think this is a little inappropriate." Brittany says "Can't you pick something a little… less like this?"
"But it would be soooo funny Britt. Why don't you want me to have any fun?" Santana pouted.
"Honey, I do, but that's just uncomfortable. I'm sure you can find something else here that is equally funny and inappropriate but not horrifying hmm?" Brittany asked and Santana nodded after Brittany whispered a promise in her ear. She found the gifts surrounding the cashier area and picked out a blanket that simply said the words "Fuck Off". Brittany shook her head as she came over with a lava lamp. They paid for their gifts. On the taxi ride home, Brittany asked "You do know you're not supposed to pick something YOU would want right?"
"Please, the only person who won't like this is Berry and her well-trained fiance." Santana says.
"I mean I can definitely see Quinn or Mercedes legitimately fighting for that thing." Brittany admitted "Do you think people will like my lava lamp?"
"Of course, lava lamps are cool." Santana assured. Brittany nodded, trying to stay confident. They put their purchases in gift bags as soon as they got home before Santana reminded Brittany of her promise.
"Santana, is sex the only thing on your mind all the time?" Brittany asked "Can't we cuddle first or have dinner?"
"I'll be eating well, trust me." Santana purred. "C'mon babe you promised."
"I promised tonight we'd have fun. Not right when we got home." Brittany shook her head "I don't want to right now."
"Did I do something wrong?" Santana asked.
"Do you think you did?" Brittany asked and Santana shook her head but still looked at the blonde expectantly. "Honey, I'm just tired. I want to cuddle under our blanket on the couch, turn on a movie and eat pizza."
"Pizza?" Santana's eyes lit up. The secret aphrodisiac.
"Yes babe, pizza. Will you order it?" Brittany asked "I'm gonna visit the bathroom."
"Sure thing baby." Santana dialed their favorite pizza place while Brittany went down the hall. However, she skipped the bathroom and went into their bedroom to set up her surprise. She put comfy clothes on over it and checked that everything was in its place for later before returning to the living room. Santana had queued up a cheesy hallmark movie and Brittany laid back against her happily. She really did want to cuddle, it hadn't all been a distraction so she could set up. Twenty minutes into the movie their pizza arrived, and the movie was quickly forgotten. Brittany was laying on top of Santana kissing her senseless. She wanted to draw this out but Santana's wandering hands had other ideas. Brittany grabbed the girl's hands and pinned them above her head.
--
"What do you think you're doing?" Brittany growled "I didn't give you permission to run your hands all over me."
"S- sorry." Santana answered.
"Sorry to whom?" Brittany said.
"Sorry Mistress." Santana responded.
"Good girl." Brittany gave her a chaste kiss and led her to the bedroom "Close your eyes." Santana did as she was told and Brittany led her in. The blonde sat her on the bed and quickly discarded her comfy clothes to reveal a dominatrix outfit. "Open." Santana had to hold back a gasp. Brittany was so hot it was intoxicating. "Do you like it?"
"I love it, Mistress." Santana admired.
"Good. But you know, I think you ought to change too." Brittany stripped Santana bare and smirked "Much better. Lay down." Santana quickly did so and she let herself relax, control slipping away as her hands and feet were bound. She hadn't even realized her eyes were closed when Brittany whispered in her ear. "Are you okay?" That wasn't her Mistress. That was her always worried wife. She opened her eyes.
"I'm so okay." Santana assured her. Brittany nodded, content, and her whole demeanor changed.
"Now, you were quite misbehaved today. You know that don't you?" Brittany asked and Santana nodded "Words."
"Yes ma'am" Santana affirmed.
"And you know that bad girls have to be punished, right?" Brittany says and Santana gives her another vocal affirmative. "Good girl. Then let's begin." Brittany's first form of punishment was overstimulation. It was a lot of edging and Santana usually got herself in more trouble when she couldn't hold off her orgasm. Brittany knew this perfectly well. The blonde sucked on two nipples until they were perfectly perky. She put the nimple clamps on and tugged lightly. She chuckled at the way Santana bit back a moan. She traced a line straight down her torso. Her next toy was a vibrating dildo that also had a clit stimulator. She made sure she set it up right and stood up to observe her handiwork. Watching Santana squirm was a total turn on, but she had work to do. Brittany sucked on Santana's sweet spot, leaving a mark nothing was going to hide. She toyed with her ear lobe and even gave it a soft bite and tug. Santana was squirming a lot now.
"Now you know the rules, you can't cum until I say so." Brittany reminds.
"Mistress please." Santana begs.
"Not yet." Brittany growls "Self control." Santana focuses on her breathing, and manages to fight it off some. "Good girl. A little longer." Brittany got the strap secured, using their biggest dildo for it. Prepared for the next part, she leaned down and growled into Santana's ear "Cum." That one word had Santana'a body jerking immediately. Hands pulled at restraints and legs strained to snap close, but it was all for not. Finally, the dildo was gone and the clamps were removed and Santana caught her breath. Brittany didn't want to push her too hard. "Color?" she asked.
"Green Mistress." Santana answered even as her head fell back against the pillow. Brittany entered Santana slowly. This was another punishment. Usually Santana's restraints would be released at this moment, but this was all about her being dominated and controlled. She could only lay there.
"Good girl." Brittany said as she filled Santana all the way. She was slow and steady, the way Santana had never liked it. Not with the strap. However, this was part of the punishment and to account for a bigger strap. Eventually, Brittany sped up her strokes in and out, and Santana bit back her noises of pleasure. It wasn't until Brittany told her to orgasm that she let out a scream of Brittany's names. The blonde rode out the Latina's orgasm with her. "Now my good girl, you will pleasure your Mistress." Brittany undid the restraints and took off the little she had left on.
"Do you have any requests, Mistress?" Santana asked dutifully. Brittany grinned.
"Work your magic with that tongue." Brittany said. Santana took no time diving into Brittany's core. She licked through her folds and sucked on her clit. She pushed her tongue into her wife, exploring and tasting her. She knew exactly how to get Brittany off and did. After that, all roles were forgotten, they were just two wives, making love. Kisses were traded, hands traveled south, and limbs tangled as they brought each other over the edge into the early morning hours, passing out in a tangled sticky, sweaty mess.
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They didn't drag themselves out of bed until noon, and they rinsed in the shower before soaking in a bath together. Santana was holding a lot of tension in her shoulders and Brittany worked on the muscles. Santana eventually had to stop her- it felt good but also hurt because she was so tightly wound. It was as if the night before hadn't relaxed her at all. Brittany washed the girl's hair and helped her scrub her back. Santana got out of the bath once she was done cleaning and rinsed the soap suds off in their shower. Brittany finished the bath alone while Santana laid down with a face mask on, a heating pad on her shoulder. Brittany washed her face rather than doing a face mask and got their clothes out. She steamed Santana dress and ironed her dress shirt and slacks. It had surprised Santana when her wife picked out the look, but Brittany wanted all the attention to be on how great Santana was going to look in her red dress. Plus, she had bought a tie to compliment the Latina's dress. This also slowed down stripper Brittany that came out when she got drunk. Last time she'd gotten that drunk in a dress it had not ended well. Once that was done she carefully hung them up so all her work wouldn't be wasted. She went into the kitchen and cooked brunch for them and brewed Santana a coffee even though it was almost two in the afternoon. The smell of coffee eventually drew her wife out of bed again, walking into the living room in Brittany's baggiest sweatshirt and panties. To be fair, Brittany was cooking in a sports bra and a pair of sweats that Santana had bought big just so she could wear them. After they ate, they got everything ready, spent half an hour covering up hickies and finally got dressed.
"You look gorgeous." Brittany said as she caught her wife approaching in the reflection of the mirror she was looking at as she struggled with her tie. She turned around and not-so-innocently admired Santana. Santana smiled softly and helped Brittany with her tie. "Thanks."
"Now you look just handsome enough to have me on your arm." Santana teased. Brittany smiled. Their doorbell rang. Santana raised an eyebrow and Brittany went to get it. She thanked the delivery guy and handed Santana a dozen roses.
"Oh Britt…these must have cost you a fortune." Santana shook her head as she got out a vase (which was cat proofed) and put the flowers in some water.
"For a priceless gift, a lifetime with you, I'll go bankrupt." Brittany kissed Santana's cheek.
"Thank you baby. Do you have the gifts?" Santana asked and Brittany held up the bags. "Both our phones and wallets?" Brittany pulled everything out of her pockets and tucked it back away. "Then we're ready to go. Let's go get the gays." They headed to Blaine and Kurt's apartment and caught a taxi to the club together.Immediately, they were led to the room where Finn, Rachel, Quinn, and Artie were all catching up.
"Hey, look who made it!" Quinn said, getting up and greeting Brittany and Santana with a hug, while Rachel greeted the boys "You two look great."
"You too Q." Santana smiled and Brittany smiled in agreement. She excused herself and went and said hi to Artie who Santana would likely give mostly a wave and maybe speak to once she had her first drink.
"How is married life treating you Lopez?" Quinn asked.
"I'm not showing straight girls like you the wonders of lesbian sex anymore so it's treating me well." Santana jokes.
"Brittany still has a grudge about that." Quinn shook her head "I mean she does realize all three of us slept with Sam and Puck at some point right?"
"Sharing dick is not the same." Santana shook her head "Britt, come here" Santana said and the dancer came over "Can you drop your grudge against Q? We're married now. You're the only one for me."
"Well, as long as Quinn is content knowing she'll never get a repeat of what I'm sure was the best sex she's ever had, sure!" Brittany smiled "It's good to be friends again Quinnie!"
"Same Britt. I missed you." Quinn hugs the dancer.
"I take it Yale sucks as much as MIT?" Brittany asks.
"It's better when Noah is around. He only managed to get today off by working overtime the past week. He'll be here soon." Quinn shrugs.
"I can't believe you ended up with Puckerman after all these years." Santana chuckles.
"Did someone say Puckerman?" The man says coming in "Missing getting up on this Lopez?"
"It's Lopez Pierce." Brittany growls "And trust me, she's not missing any of that."
"Damn Britt, it was just a joke. Lighten up." He holds his hands up in surrender.
"I'm busting your balls, Puck. Quinn has neutered you yet has she?" Brittany chuckles.
"Oh this is gonna be fun!" Sam says as he comes in right after Puck.
"Sammy!" Brittany hugs him much to Santana's dismay "San, Sam is here!"
"Hey Trouty." Santana crosses her arms.
"Britt, I think you're in trouble with your wife." Sam says.
"Oh no, you are. San you promised you'd let go of it." Brittany pouts.
"As long as you keep those guppy lips away from my girl, I suppose so. How have you been Sam?" Santana says.
"Modeling is fun. Living with Artie has been weird." Sam shrugs "Gave some girls a taste of white chocolate for a Bachelorette party."
"You never learn…" Brittany sighs. Eventually everyone arrives and drinks start flowing. Rachel claims the first 5 songs before anyone else gets a chance to sing. Most of them give at least one good performance before the alcohol takes over. Brittany and Santana end up making out in a corner at one point, and they all are pretty drunk as the night comes to a close. Brittany dances a little too close to Mike and Santana and Tina have to pull them apart while Sam gives a free performance of White Chocolate. Santana and Mercedes do a very drunk rendition of a few songs and Brittany sings My Cup. Eventually, the night ends with everyone screaming Loser Like Me at the top of their lungs. Everyone ends up in a cab and gets home safely to put out cookies for Santa.