Okay, so all the follows I got last chapter had me dead all week! Thanks so much for the positive responses :D And if you have an idea for future one shot stories just lemme know.
As always, sorry for any mistakes.
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"Santana, you've been working for like 10 hours straight since 7 am. And we don't even open till 10… take a break." Chantelle, one of the bar tenders tells her as she wipes a table down. But Santana shakes her head, throwing the rag over her shoulder and hurrying past the woman with a hand full of dishes.
"Thanksgiving is coming up and I want to be able to help my parents, my brother and me and Quinn and Mercedes… and even Rachel pay for plane tickets." The other woman snorts.
"You're rolling in cash."
"But it's for bills and emergency's..."
"And Brittany does…"
"She's in school. And besides, she has a job but…I like taking care of everyone. I always have so…" Chantelle nods her head and watches Santana put the dishes in the sink for the dish washers to handle.
"You should still take a break."
"Maybe in an hour… I didn't come in yesterday because Jackie came down with a cold and she cried all day about not being school." Chantelle smiles,
"The perks of having kids, right?" She joked and Santana laughed. The Latina looked around to see that no one was in the club just yet; it was always slow between the times of 10 and 7. "Have you seen Victoria?" Santana added as she leaned over the bar and poured herself a glass of water.
"She's not coming in till later. What'd you need to talk to the boss for?" Chantelle smirks, "You gonna make a move? She's hot for a 30 year old, right?" Santana chuckles and shakes her head.
"Talk about us maybe hiring some dancers… maybe Brittany-"
"You want to get your girlfriend a job here so you can fuck in the back?" Chantelle smirks and Santana shakes her head.
"You're impossible, you know that? How does Alexis even put up with you?" The two smirk at each other for a while before Santana says, "I fuck her fine in our bed, thank you. She just wants a dancing job-"
"Hey, what are we discussing?" One of the waitresses comes around the corner with her eyebrows raised.
"San wants to get her girl a job here." Chantelle fills her in.
"We don't have dancers though… Britt's a dancer right?"
"There's always room for change."
"There's a dance club in Upper Manhattan that's looking for dancers, she could try there." Brandy suggests but Santana shakes her head.
"Too far. If she works here I can drive her home or she can catch the train with us."
"I caught the train by myself before you moved in. She'll be fine."
"No. I don't want her on the train by herself at night."
"You seem a bit overprotective."
"Or possessive." Chantelle snorts.
"I'm not over protective or possessive… I just don't want anything to happen to her." Chantelle shakes her head.
"I get wanting to protect your woman. I get like that with Alexis all the time but-"
"Brittany can protect herself, Santana." Brandy cuts in. "Give her some type of credit." Santana shakes her head and crosses her arms.
"I'll think about it." The other woman smile at her and Chantelle nudges Santana's side.
"Ask her what she thinks."
"Santana," A male voice coming from the back shouts. A tall man with dark hair appears from the kitchen, wiping his hands on his black apron. "You are looking nice today." The Latina rolls her eyes.
"Michel, don't you have a dish to wash or something." She says and the other women giggle. "I know for a fact that I just left a good 10 dirty dishes in there; stacked and ready just for you." Michel walks over slowly until he's leaning over Santana just enough to whisper in her ear,
"I've got something stacked and ready for you too." He husk and Santana shivers with disgust as Chantelle chokes on her water. He slides his hands down her waist and over her stomach and Santana jumps.
"That's gross." Santana stands up straight, pushing Michel away from her.
"Don't touch me." Michel smiles and gives Santana a nod before he continues on to what he was doing.
"Ohhhh girl!" Brandy smiles, "He wants your cookies." She starts to laugh at her own corny joke but Santana and Chantelle scrunch up their faces.
"I'm not giving another man my cookies ever again."
"I'm glad I never gave one any of mines." Chantelle points out.
/
"And so you carry the 1 over here…" Brittany says slowly as she helps Jackie with her math homework. "And boom! You're doing math." Jackie smiles and writes her answer down.
"I think I got it mommy." She says.
"Well I'm here on the couch if you need me." She nods her head and goes back to her homework. Santana walks through the door a while later, she puts her bags down and smiles at her family.
"How was everyone's day?"
"I learned math!" Jackie says and Santana chuckles.
"You've known math since the 1st grade. I think you mean you got better at math."
"Yeah, that."
"Where's Bella?"
"Coloring her homework in her room. I just checked, she's doing it right." Santana gives a short nod and sits next to Brittany on the couch after she gives Jackie a kiss on the forehead.
"I love coming home to you." Santana said giving Brittany a kiss on the lips, the blonde smiles and kisses her back.
"And I love you coming home to me."
"You guys are being all mushy again." Jackie says without looking away from her homework.
"Well, would you rather us fight?" Jackie taps her pencil on the table, stopping to think about her answer.
"Nah. You can kiss all you want. I prefer it that way." Santana rolls her eyes and returns her attention to Brittany.
"How was your day?"
"My day was nothing special… I worked in the morning and did inventory at the store and I went to class and then I danced in Central park. And I picked up Jackie and Bella from school."
"You had a pretty busy day… any sign of my target?" Brittany smirks,
"You always threaten people-"
"Only over you." Brittany shakes her head playfully,
"Now, how was your day?" Santana shrugged. "Michel still giving you a hard time." The Latina rolls her eyes.
"He just…nothing."
"Baby, what is it?"
"I'm fine, it's nothing. I promise." And with that she gives Brittany a slow kiss on the cheek. "What if I told you that I might be able to you a job at the bar?"
"I'd love that!" Brittany shrieks. She lunges and gives Santana a hug.
"I said might, Britt." Santana laughs nervously, "I have to talk to Victoria."
"Oh,"
"But I'll use the Lopez charm, which always works." Santana smirks,
"Maybe." Brittany takes Santana's hand and leads her into the hallway. "You still haven't told me about Michel-"
"Because it's nothing-"
"Bull, Santana. I could tell by the look on your face when I asked that he tried something today, didn't he?" Santana shifts her eyes downward, crossing her arms and sighing. "I knew it." Brittany says softly, "What'd he do?"
"I made this joke about him being the dishwasher and –and he said something back. It wasn't a big deal." Brittany can tell that Santana really doesn't want to talk about this. That she just wants to forget he even said whatever he said so she nods her head.
"Okay… I love you." Santana smiles and nods her head,
"I love you too."
/
"Did you know that the sun is over 300000 times bigger than earth?" Jackie says as she eats her dinner that night.
"Jeeze, I didn't know that." Brittany says, she looks over at Santana who has a large grin on her face as she eats as well.
"And that Venus is the hottest planet in our solar system! It's like 450 degrees there!" Jackie turns to her sister, "You would die in 450 degree heat, Bella."
"I don't wanna die!" Isabella starts to sob,
"Well it's not 450 degrees on the earth, so you'd have to go to Venus to die. But even in space you wouldn't have any oxygen unless you were wearing a space suite and I don't think they make those in your size… so you'd die before you even go to Venus."
"Mommy!" Isabella wines and Brittany rubs circles around her back,
"You can totally share my space suite." Santana giggles,
"When did you get into Science, Jackie?"
"My teacher, Ms. Hall. She said I'm smart!"
"That you are,"
"And that I should enter the science fair is in a few months. I think I wanna do it."
"That sounds like fun, we could help you."
"Yeah, I wanna do something with the Solar System."
"We can brain storm ideas tomorrow, how's that sound?" Brittany asked. Jackie nodded her head and continued to eat before Isabella said.
"Well… I'm never going back to school again." She determines. Santana raises an eyebrow and looks at her other daughter.
"Not that it's your choice, but why is that?" Isabella sighs, as if she's explained this a thousand times.
"The boy behind my table always pulls my hair, and some of the kids laugh when I get a math problem wrong, or when I get hexagons and octagon mixed up. And my teacher yells at me sometimes because I tell them to shut up laughing at me and then she sends me to the corner." Isabella folds her arms. "And the music teacher pinches my cheeks and my gym teachers says I'm too tiny and that I need to grow some more and my art teacher never likes my drawings and the lunch is disgusting there and the kids at school smell." She sighs again, "School isn't fair and I'm not going."
"I could pack you a lunch?" Santana suggest,
"And I can help you with math and shapes!" Jackie adds,
"And I can put your hair in an awesome bun so it won't be pull-able."
"That doesn't solve the entire problem!" Santana sighs softly,
"You are going and we'll talk later tonight before you go to bed, okay?"
"I'm not going back."
"Isabella."
"Maybe," She pouts and stabs her food. "School is stupid."
"You just have to get the hang of it." Jackie encourages, "Kindergarten is the most fun grade! It's all shapes and numbers and spelling your name. And you already know how to-"
"Why'd you-"Isabella points to Santana, "make my name so long! It's so many letters! It barely fits on the line!"
"Isabella," Santana shushes her daughter, "Calm down, we'll talk later."
"Okay."
/
Isabella sighs as Santana combs her hair after dinner. "I'm not going back," She says again. Santana chuckles,
"I heard you at dinner."
"Just making sure."
"It's illegal for you not to go to school, Bella."
"I hate school."
"Since when? When we lived in Ohio you loved school, you got to see Kyla-"
"That was until I got to kindergarten and Bobby Lumus started to pull my hair every day! Everyday mami, he pulls my hair and he teases me sometimes too. He says I'm ugly and dumb. "Santana chuckles, "This isn't funny!"
"I'm not laughing at you."
"Yes you are!"
"No, no, I just… I don't think that Bobby thinks your ugly. In fact, that's probably the opposite of what he thinks. Maybe Bobby has a crush on you." Isabella looks up at her mother through the mirror and scrunches her face up shaking her head.
"Ew! Boys are gross they pick their noses and they make fart noises and they find dumb stuff funny. No!"
"Oh c'mon," Santana teases, "I'm sure Bobby's cute-"
"Mami no!" Santana laughs and continues to tease her daughter,
"He probably loves your hair. But if him pulling it bothers you that much I guess we could…" She looks Isabella dead in the eyes, "Chop it all off!" Isabella shakes her head and starts to play with her dark curly locks.
"No."
"I'm just kidding, Bella."
"I'm not going."
"Look at me," Santana says getting to her daughter's level, "School's hard now. But it will get better. The only thing I can say is that I'll give you a mental health day tomorrow. That's when you get to stay home and you can hang out with me but after tomorrow you're back in your uniform and in that class. Understand?"
"Yes mami."
"Good. Kiss?" Isabella gets into her bed and nods her head,
"Kiss." That's when Jackie walks in, fresh out of the tub and in her pajamas.
"I want a kiss." She gets into her bed on the other side of the room. Santana tucks Isabella in and goes over to Jackie.
"Of course." She gives Jackie a kiss as she tucks her in. "Where's Brittany?" She asks Jackie.
"Shower." Santana nods and blows kisses to the two girls before she shuts off the lights and leaves the door open just a crack.
/
"You're wearing pants to work today?" Santana wiggles her pants up and buttons them.
"It's November… the snows coming."
"That didn't stop you from wearing a skirt last week… you always wear skirts."
"Well today I'm wearing pants." Santana shrugs, "I didn't shave."
"Oh please, your legs don't even get hairy."
"They do too." Santana argues and Brittany sighs.
"You not wanting to wear a skirt wouldn't have anything to do with him, does it?"
"Britt-"
"Do you want me to call Victoria and talk to her? Maybe I could come up there and talk to him-"
"Brittany, no! I don't need you to do any of that."
"But Santana-"
"They're just dumb comments from a ignorant man. Okay? I've gotten comments before about my body and me liking girls… he's not the first and he won't be the last. I'm fine."
"But it's different because he works with you. His comments are sexual harassment, he's making you feel uncomfortable." Santana zips up her boots and gives Brittany a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I'm okay, baby. I'll see for dinner, okay?"
"Okay." Brittany says defeated.
"Have fun with Bella, I'll take Jackie to school. You can pick her up?"
"Sure."
"Okay, I love you, bye."
"Love you too…"
/
"Victoria!" Santana shouts when she sees her boss entering her office a few days later. Victoria turns her head slightly and smiles,
"Hey Santana, how's my best new worker?"
"I'm good, how are you?" Santana asks. She enters the office, she watches as Victoria turns on her computer and pulls out a few files. She sits on her desk and pulls her phone from her pocket. Santana stands there, her arms behind her back. Victoria looks up from her phone with a curious look on her face,
"What's on your mind, Santana?" She knows Victoria is a fair woman. Much more fair than most bosses.
"Have you ever thought about dancers? Like at the club?" Victoria smirks and shakes her head,
"Not really," Victoria stops to think for a minute, "Your fiancé is a dancer, right?" Santana perks up,
"She is! A really good one to, she's in school for dance-"
"Where's this going Santana?"
"I just, I think we should have dancers to back up the singers. This is an entertainment club after all and what's more entertaining than-"
"First Santana, that's a great idea. But this is more of a restaurant than a club, I mean yes we have the bar but we're famous in NYC. Famous for the atmosphere that the live singing creates. Couples come here for dates and friends for intimate gatherings… dancers could be distracting." Santana nods her head in understandment. "Not to mention I've seen Brittany, and I think some girlfriends, including you, would get very jelous if they caught their boyfriend staring at her while she danced." Victoria joked, "Why doesn't Brittany try some other dance clubs? All the ones in this area aren't hiring but there are some out in Long beach and Brooklyn, you could try-"
"Those are all way too far." Santana interrupts and Victoria grins,
"You don't want her out too late."
"I don't want her out too late and too far away from me. Something could happen to her." Santana feel like she's been repeating herself about this…
"Mhm… how old is she?"
"20."
"I think she's old enough to catch a train-"
"You don't know Brittany… the letters on the train confuse her sometimes and the street signs-"
"It sounds like you're underestimating her."
"I-I'm not-"
"I get that you want to keep her safe but she's a grown woman, just like you. And you need to let her make her own decisions, let her decide that it's too far. You need to trust her, let her go. It's not fair to her. If it makes you feel better make her map, give her instructions, but you can't keep her by your side all the time."
"If something happened to her-"
"Do you believe in Brittany?"
"Of course,"
"Prove it."
She has to get back to work. There's not a lot of people in the building today but the people who are there are waiting. So Santana goes and takes orders, she picks up their plates and takes them to the kitchen. "No skirt today?" Michel asks over a pile of dishes. "I like when you wear skirts, babe, they show off those sexy legs of yours." Santana rolls her eyes and puts the dishes down. She turns to go back to her customers but stops when she hears, "But those pants show off that pretty little ass of yours."
/
Brittany struts across the room in just her underwear that night, her bare back on display as her hair sits in a high ponytail that night. She stretches her arms out wide when she gets the dresser, her muscles flexing as she does so. Santana licks her lips from her position on the bed and smirks, "Damn. Look at that ass." She jokes. Brittany blushes and finds a bra, snapping it on.
"Santana," She says in a sing-song voice.
"What?" Santana asks innocently. "Can't I admire my girls' body?"
"Yes you can," Brittany drops her arms, exposing her perky chest to Santana and starts to walk over to the bed. "But you don't have to be so perverted about it." Santana sits up and reaches out. She takes Brittany by the hand and brings her close to her.
"You're right… I should be more respectful." Brittany chuckles.
"You don't have to respect me all the time." Brittany flirts, she opens her legs to sit on Santana bare lap. "I like to admire your body too." Brittany slowly undoes the buttons of her shirt until she can see a trail of caramel colored skin. She smirks and Santana reaches her head up as Brittany leans her head down and their lips meet. The kiss is slow and delicate as the Latina's arms wrap around Brittany's slim waist and Brittany's hands slip the shirt down and off of Santana's shoulders. Her lips slide down Santana's cheek and to the side of her neck. The Latina gasp and smiles,
"Hey Britt?" She ask through breaths,
"Hmmm?" The blonde hums into her neck.
"Um… I talked to Victoria today-"
"What'd she say?"
"In a nutshell she said that we don't need dancers."
"Oh… okay."
"But how would you feel if…" Santana chews on her bottom lip. "If you like… got a dance job out somewhere else."
"Somewhere else like where?"
"Like Long beach or something…"
"I guess that'd be nice." Santana holds Brittany close and she shakes her head.
"I'm going to be worried about you-"
"I think I can handle it, San…"
"I know, I know… but a dancing job at a club would pay way more than my store job."
"Maybe," Brittany can tell that Santana doesn't like this. She can tell that she's trying to be okay with this. But she knows that the thought of Brittany going out alone so late and walking back so late makes her skin crawl.
"You could come with me the first week? Make sure I know my way there and everything…" Santana smiles.
"I'd like that… but you can take the car some nights. It would make me feel better." Brittany nods and Santana nods too.
/
"It's late, when are you coming home Santana?"
"Sorry, I'm closing tonight. But I'll be there in an hour-"
"It's almost 4am-"
"I know, Britt… but she wanted me to close. Everyone's sick."
"Okay… is anyone else there with you."
"Michel."
"What? Why!"
"I'm fine, he's doing inventory in the back, and I'm straightening out the bar. Then we just have to turn out the lights and I'll be on my way. I'll call you as soon as I'm on the train."
"Okay…"
"Okay. I love you." Santana hung up her phone and stuck it in her back pocket as she started to rinse off the liquor bottles. Then she locked the cash register and sighed. She didn't like being alone with Michel, even if he wasn't in the same room with her. He'd been giving her looks all night, smiling at her and it made her feel uncomfortable.
"Santana!" She heard her name being called and she jumped. "Come here."
"Uh… I'm busy." She called back.
"C'mon, you've worked here longer and I can't find those cups Victoria likes so much. She'll freak if I lost them or miscounted. I just need some help so we can get out of here." Santana rolls her eyes and puts the keys down. She pushes the swinging door open and makes her way to the back. When she gets there she finds Michel counting plates and writing something down. He looks up at her and smiles. "Hey." Santana crosses her arms, looking around the storage room as Michel walks closer to her.
"The fucking cups are right here." Santana says pointing to the top shelf. "I'm going to leave you the keys, you can lock up." She turns on her heels to leave the back when Michel reaches out and grabs her by her upper arm.
"You've got quite a mouth on you." Santana pulls, she pulls as hard as she can and starts to scream.
"Michel, let me go." She hisses but Michel just smiles.
"I just want to talk-"
"No! Let me go!" His grip tightens on her arm and she sobs, "Please!"
"Shut up." He pulls her closer and then slams her into a nearby wall. "Shut the fuck up."
"Michel… I just want to-"
"I said shut up." Santana shakes her head and continues to try and get away, struggling in his grasp.
"Michel… please let go of me. You're hurting my arm." Michel grabs her other hand and puts it behind her back, then the other and he grips her wrist. "Michel stop!" But his hands are already under Santana's shirt, making their way down to her work pants. "God- no! Stop it!" He chuckles and pushes her harder into the wall, trapping her between that and his body. He lets her hands go, allowing her to try and push him away. He keeps on laughing as he teasingly unbuttons her pants. Santana can't help but start to cry, she doesn't want to because she knows he'll just get off on that. She knows that's why he let her go, so he could see her struggle, see her in a weak state. He pushes harder against her, making Santana sob loudly when she feels his boner pressing against her. He palms her ass, squeezing it and pulls her closer,
"You want this, don't you?" Santana shakes her head furiously; she has to get out of here. She has to get him off of her. "You want my dick, just say it-"
"I don't! Fuck, Michel get the hell off me!" She sobs. Santana gasp in shock when she feels his fingers actually touching her between her legs, "NO!"
"I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight-"His sentence is cut short by the sound of police sirens. "What the fuck." He whispers. He removes his hands from Santana's pants and lets her go. She's happy to be free, she's happy she can't feel him on her anymore, but none of that happiness stops the tears from falling as she sinks to the ground. She doesn't want to talk to the cops; she doesn't want to tell them what happened. She just wants to go home. The sirens get louder and she can see Michel panicking, picking up his items and leaning down close to her, grabbing her shoulders so Santana looks at him.
"Don't tell anyone a damn thing." He pushes her back to the wall and runs out of the back door.
Santana sobs. She sobs and she cries and she's wondering when the hell the cops are going to come in here and get her. But when she hears a voice her ears perk up, "Santana?"
"Brittany!" The blonde gives a sweet smile and Santana gets up slowly. "What are you doing here?"
"You were taking too long… I called Katelyn and she came down to watch them but they were sleep anyway… I heard you screaming."
"Where are the police?" Santana asked hugging herself and unable to look directly at Brittany. Brittany walks closer to her fiancé until their only inches apart.
"You know… there's an app for everything." She takes Santana's hand gently, stroking the back of it with her thumb. "We should probably go before he realizes that there aren't any cops outside and that it's just the portable speakers we had in the car." Santana nods and allows Brittany to lead her out of the building. The blonde locks the doors and goes to get in the car with Santana.
/
Brittany doesn't like that Santana hasn't talked since she picked her up. She doesn't like that won't look her in the eyes. She doesn't like how Santana hasn't even made one facial expression. She watches as the Latina pins her hair up into a bun and strips herself of her clothing, she grabs her burgundy towel and heads to the hallway bathroom and turns the shower on.
Santana likes how the water hit her, but she can't get clean enough. She can still feel his hands on her. She can still hear him in her ear. Her tears start to fall again and she wraps her arms around herself, holding her waist and sobbing. Santana leans back, letting her back hit the shower wall and she closes her eyes. She shouldn't have closed with him; she shouldn't have went into the back with him. She should have done something different.
"Baby," Brittany knocks on the door. "Baby, you've been in here for 30 minutes. It's late…" she helps Santana out of the shower and leads her down the hallway. Once they're in the room Santana drops the towel and throws on an oversized shirt she got from Dominic. "Santana, talk to me-"
"I-I'm fine, Brittany."
"You were on the floor when I found you. You were crying in the shower. You are not fine!"
"Yes I am-"
"I don't get it, Santana."
"Get what?"
"Why the hell you won't let me protect you like you protect me."
"I'm not-"
"Really? Because you never want to tell me anything and you never want me to do anything for you." Santana's quiet as Brittany shakes her head, "You're not the only strong one in this relationship. Just like you don't want to see me get hurt I don't want to see you get hurt… and you keep brushing past me like every things okay but it's not okay. Because I can see it in your eyes." A tear drops from Santana's eyes. "Let me help, Santana."
"He wouldn't stop, Brittany. I thought… I thought he was going to- to rape me. And I was so scared." Brittany nods her head and walks closer to Santana. "Thank you… for coming," She cracks a small smile. "Only my girlfriend is smart enough to download a police app… if it were reversed I would have-"
"Busted in with a knife…like you did my dad." The two smile at each other for a moment. "I want you to know that I'm here for you, just like you're here for me."
"I do."
"And that I think you should tell Victoria-"
"Brittany-"
"You need to tell Victoria. He could have really hurt you Santana."
"I know."
"So you'll tell?"
"I'll tell."