A new chapter. Whattt?
"So, how long do you plan on staying, Santana?" Mrs. Pierce asked during breakfast. She would have been surprised by Santana's impromptu visit, but years of Santana sneaking in and out have desensitized her to it.
Brittany was sitting next to Santana eating her waffles and fidgeting from side to side in her chair. Santana couldn't tell if it was from the sugar in the syrup, the excitement of having her back, or if she just couldn't get used to not having full access to all her motor functions. Santana guessed it might be a mixture of all three. Thinking back, Brittany was always on the move... either dancing, or cheering, or just twirling and flowing like an angel as she walked. It must be hard to be reduced to hobbling with help.
Santana looked to Brittany before she spoke; her and Brittany had yet to discuss such details. Hope glimmered in the blonde's eyes as Santana turned back to Mrs. Pierce and said, "A while".
Brittany's mom hummed and went back to jabbing her fork into her eggs. "What do you plan on doing while you're here? We could really use some help with Brittany."
"Mooomm!" Brittany whined.
"What? Your father and I still have full time jobs. We can't always be here to take care of you and I mean if Santana's not going to be in school anymore..." She let her sentence trail off in the end.
"It's not Santana's responsibility to take care of me, school or no school." Brittany answered.
She really hated when her mother did stuff like this. When she was in the fifth grade her mom could never take her to dance class so she somehow planned to have Brittany over at Santana's house every Wednesday and when it came time to drop Brittany off home, Mrs. Pierce would just suggest she be dropped off at the studio instead. It was always conveniently just in time for rehearsals. Brittany knows that Santana's mom had caught on after the second time it happen, she guesses that's why she enrolled Santana in the class after that.
"It's fine Britt. I sorta already planned to be doing that anyways. If you don't mind Mrs. P, I'd like to stay here with Britt most nights until she's feeling better."
"I think that would be a wonderful idea. Don't you, Brittany?" Mrs. Pierce asked her daughter with a Stepford wife smile etched onto her face, pulling her cheeks up and making her eyes sparkle as they squinted.
"Santana are you sure? I mean it's gonna take a long time for me to be better, and I know you want to go to New York."
Santana shifted in her seat so that she was facing Brittany, making sure she knew she was taking this as seriously as the blonde.
"I'm 100 percent sure that I want to be here for you and make sure you're getting better. I wouldn't be able to function somewhere else, knowing you were still hurt." Santana cleared her throat and looked to Mrs. Pierce, who took the hint that she probably shouldn't be intruding on this conversation and went to put their dishes in the sink. When she knew Brittany's mom was out of earshot, Santana turned back to Brittany and continued, "I've got all the time in the world to go to New York, but right now I want nothing more than to be here with you. I, um, I've been thinking actually... and I want to help you out with school too. I-"
"Santana. You know you don't have to do all this. I can't ask you to help me out with school and stay here to help my parents take care of me. That's too much." Brittany interrupted, shaking her head.
"You're not asking me to do anything. I'm telling you what I want to do, Britt. I want to help you get better and I want to help you graduate and I want...I want you to come with me when I go to New York, or anywhere. We can go anywhere, I just want you with me. I don't want to try the long distance thing ever again Brittany. It's not our thing."
Santana was basically pleading with Brittany to let these things be okay to want, and Brittany hasn't felt her heart swell with this much love in a such a long time. Santana wanted to be with her. She wanted to go away with her.
"It's definitely not our thing." Brittany said, her smirk showing that she was being playful, but the depth of her eyes showing that she heard everything Santana had said and that she wanted all of that too.
It was all the yes that Santana needed when she threw her arms around Brittany's neck and squeezed, sneaking in an inconspicuous kiss just under her jaw line.
"I love you so much, Santana" Brittany mumbled into the hug.
"I love you too."
"So, it's settled then. The lovebirds will stay together, awesome now can we talk about the hot date I have planned with Sam later this week?"
Both girls pulled apart and looked up to the voice with confusion.
"Sugar?" Both girls said in unison.
"Duh." Sugar said with a roll of her eyes as she took a sip from her latte.
"How'd you get into my house? Do you have a key to all the houses in the Lima? If so, can we sneak into Marley's room and put life size cut outs of Rachel Berry all over her room."
Santana shot Brittany a questioning glance.
"So she knows how much she needs to shrink." Brittany said with a shrug like it should have been obvious.
"Um. No. Your mama dukes let me in. I stopped by to drop of this homework and a card from the glee club." Sugar reached under her arm for a folder of papers and a couple books along with a card. "The envelope is made of Benjamins. You're welcome."
"Oh. Thanks!" Brittany said and motioned for Sugar to set the stuff onto the table. "You have a date with Sam? Already?" She asked surprised.
"Yup. What can I say I've got a way with dorky guys. I showed off two tickets to a Lord of the Rings marathon at the theater and he couldn't resist." Sugar answered as she pulled out a chair and sat next to the girls. "Hey Santana when did you get back?"
"Last night."
Sugar just nodded. It was really no shock that Santana couldn't stay away. In fact it seemed like almost all the glee graduates had an issue with keeping out of Lima for very long.
"So Brittany. How do you shower with that thing on?" Sugar asked, completely changing the subject. "I bet your leg is gonna smell like a dead body by the time that thing comes off. Gross."
"Um, I actually don't know. I haven't tried taking a shower yet. Santana just lathers me up and runs a sponge all over my body before we get too worked up and have sex all over the place."
Santana almost spit up her orange juice as her eyes widened, "Um. We don't...That didn't happen."
"It did in my head." Brittany said with a wink and a suggestive squeeze to Santana's thigh.
"Alright. Well on that note. I guess I better get to school before I'm late." Sugar got up and left the Piece home without so much as a goodbye wave.
"Brittany!" Santana gasped.
"What? I wasn't in the mood for visitors."
"And you couldn't have just said so?"
"That was much more fun. The look on your face was priceless." Brittany said with a wide grin. "I'm sorry you almost choked though."
Santana just laughed and leaned into Brittany's ear. "If you're feeling dirty later I can always give you another sponge bath. Maybe you'll get a 'happy ending' this time."
Brittany stopped laughing with those words being purred into her ear and grabbed Santana by the front of her shirt when she went to pull away. Santana looked back at Brittany and then down at her lips.
"I'm feeling pretty dirty right now actually." Brittany said as she watched Santana eyeing her lips, poking her tongue out and licking them seductively.
"Oh yeah?" Santana whispered through a smile and leaned in to give Brittany a kiss.
Their lips barely grazed when Brittany's mom walked into the kitchen.
"Did you get your assignments from that Sugar girl?" She asked just in time to see Brittany and Santana pulling apart, both sighing in frustration.
"Yeah, mom."
"Great. I'm heading off to work now. Don't let me stop you from doing whatever it was you two were doing." Mrs. Pierce added as she walked back out of the kitchen and out the door making kissing noises on her way out.
"Ugh. So embarrassing." Santana groaned into her hands.
"It's not like she hasn't caught us doing worse, San."
"Oh God. Don't remind me." Santana's cheeks were starting to darken in embarrassment. She could never forget the time her and Brittany made a pillow fort in the living room and started fooling around when they thought Brittany's parents had gone to bed.
"Remind you of when she caught your hands down my pants with me on top of you? Never."
"Oh look. Let's see what Sugar brought."
Avoiding the look Brittany was still giving her, Santana grabbed at the folder of paperwork and started sifting through it.
Brittany just gave her knowing smile and peck on her cheek before taking some of the papers out of her hands. She had only missed about a week but it looked as though she had been out of classes for a month. There was no way she was going to be able to get all of this done.
About an hour into separating the pile into her different classes and going over a few of the sheets, Brittany was starting to feel overwhelmed.
"This is a lot of stuff." Brittany pointed out.
"Yeah. How about we go take a nap for now and then when we wake up we'll try to tackle some more of this. Sound good?"
"A nap sounds amazing." Brittany said as she lifted her arms for Santana to help her up.
Santana led Brittany to her bed and laid her down before snuggling in next to her. She threw her arm over Brittany's torso and nuzzled into her neck. She loved their moments like these and she wandered if they'd always be able to find this much contentment in their closeness even when things seem bad or complicated.
Brittany was tracing patterns up and down Santana's arms when Santana started dozing off.
"San?"
"Mmm." Santana groaned her reply.
"Promise me if you get bored here, in Lima, that you'll leave." Brittany said with a small concentrated voice.
"What? Like you could ever bore me, Britt. You know all the best jokes." Santana responded, adding a small kiss to the side of Brittany's neck.
"I'm serious, Santana. Just promise me that you won't ever let me hold you back. Okay?"
Santana sat up and used her arm that wasn't being caressed by Brittany's mesmerizing fingers to prop herself up.
"Where is all this coming from? I told you what I wanted. I thought we agreed."
"I know that's what you want now. But... I'm not..." Brittany inhaled a breath trying to find her words. "I'm not the easiest person to help. I don't get things sometimes and I know it can be frustrating. I just don't want to ever be something that frustrates you." Brittany finally admitted, pulling her hand away and picking at the end of her cast.
"Hey." Santana said grabbing for Brittany's hand. She looked down at their mixing skin tones and laced their fingers together before looking back into Brittany's eyes. "Remember back in elementary school when we were learning how to multiply things? You got confused about how 2 plus 2 could be the same as 2 times 2, but 3 plus 3 wasn't the same as 3 times 3."
"Yeah. I didn't think it was fair. And it didn't make sense that if you tilt your head the 'x' looks the same as the '+'."
"And you got sad because the teacher wasn't explaining it to you right. So I told you about how it works and then I made the teacher only use the little dots for multiplication with you after that so the x's wouldn't confuse you." Santana prodded.
"Yeah and he got so mad because he told me that I should just learn to do math without tilting my head and then you yelled at him and threatened to have your mom come up to the school and slap him because you were too short to reach."
They both laughed, and then Brittany looked up with a smile while Santana rubbed her thumb on the back of Brittany's hand.
"And in glee club whenever you would get your lefts and rights confused I never got frustrated, I just reminded you which was which and we carried on. You don't frustrate me Britt, you intrigue me. Everyday you make me a less frustrated person. Okay?"
"You're the best penguin ever." Brittany said with a wrinkled nose, puckering her lips up for a kiss, which Santana happily obliged.
"You too Britt. Now lets gets our sleep on, cuz I needs to catch up on my Zs"
While they were sleeping Santana's phone buzzed from the floor. Groggily from just having fallen asleep Santana reached for her phone and read the text message.
Mami: "You quit school, didn't even tell us and haven't been home? I want an explanation mija. Now."
Santana groaned quietly, so that she wouldn't wake Brittany and began typing her message back.
"I'll stop by later and explain. I'm at Brittany's right now. I'm sorry."
She didn't even bother to check for a response. She tossed the phone back to the ground an snuggled back into her girl. Her mother would understand better than almost anyone how much Brittany means to her and that she had to do this. Everything would be okay. She was sure of it.
Okay I'm so sorry this took like a thousand years!
One of my best friends just got married, so between wedding stuff and school it's been hectic. But, now it's just school I gotta worry about. Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long to update.
(Also, it's getting late and I wanted to get this up ASAP so there are probably tons of grammar mistakes. :/)
Anyone else think that Santana might be a little presumptuous in thinking that her parents aren't going to be livid with her about quitting school? I do...