Soooooo I got a lot of reviews on my last chapter and that made me really happy! :D
Also, one of my favorite fan fiction writers reviewed and I about flipped out in class when I saw it. Before I start off with this chapter, I want to clarify a few things.
1. To the guest reviewer that told me to kill myself. No thanks, I kind of like living LOL. You actually made my morning. I literally woke up to that review and started laughing. Day= Made. Thanks!
2. Thank you Chuckleshan for reviewing and telling me what needs work. (Keep in mind this is my first multi chapter fan fiction.) I didn't really clarify that it was Santana's day off. Or that she hated her job. She is just doing it for money. Also, the money Quinn makes is a fair amount. BUT she is paying for the water, electric, groceries, and basically anything one needs to pay to keep a house. Santana uses her own income to help pay for their cellphone bills. I didn't go into much detail about that because I didn't really think it was necessary. Oops. Santana and Brittany had a friendship a long time ago, it was just awkward in the beginning because she hadn't seen her for so long. (That's how I am with people I haven't seen in forever until we start talking again.) Once again it's my first fan fiction so don't expect it to be perfect.
I tried to address most of the problems but if I didn't I'm sorry. And I take your review as motivation to fix my writing and keep going. (especially the one that told me to kill myself xD)
Santana woke up to the sound of her alarm clock and groaned. She had work today. Quinn had already left the house so that meant it was just her and Brittany.
Shutting her alarm off, she got out of bed. She could faintly hear the shower running in the guest bathroom, and it reminder her that she too had to shower. She had turned the water on hot and began to hum a song she had forgotten the name of.
Her shower only lasted a few minutes just to make sure she was not late for work. When she walked into the kitchen, she could smell freshly brewed coffee. "Morning Brittany," Santana said, grabbing a cup for herself and sitting at the table.
"Morning," Brittany gave her a soft smile then turned her attention to the paper she was reading.
"Do you need a ride to your classes today? I know that Freshmen can't have cars on campus." Santana sipped her coffee, and turned to look at the blonde.
"No thanks, I have someone coming to get me."
Despite her curiosity, Santana didn't ask who it was. "Well I'm off to work then." She put her empty mug in the sink and walked outside, Brittany trailing behind her. "Are you sure you don't want a ride?"
Right at that time, a guy pulled up on a motorcycle. "Yeah, he's my ride." Brittany gave a flirty wave over her shoulder and walked to the bike that was stopped in the driveway.
Santana clenched her jaw. She wasn't jealous. She had a wife for god's sake. The Latina tried to stop staring, but it was hard considering she had worn the tightest pair of jeans she owned.
Brittany gave Santana one last wave, then wrapped her hands around the boy with a mohawk.
Santana rolled her eyes and got into her car.
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Santana was ready to get home. She had been in the library the whole day, except for lunch, and had only seen three students. None of which were Brittany. On one hand she was upset, because she wanted to see her. They were technically friends. But on the other hand, she didn't know how to deal with the girl. It was clear she still had a huge crush on her. But it felt awkward because Brittany was so young. It would be like hooking up with a kid.
She mentally scolded herself for even thinking about the possibility. Quinn loved her, and she loved Quinn. That was all that mattered.
The library doors opening caught her attention. She looked up and was met with familiar blue eyes. Her heart started beating faster than it should have. "Hello Brittany. Are you here to check something out?"
"Depends, are you available to check out?" Brittany batted her eyelashes at Santana, flirting.
"Nope, I am married to your sister." She looked down at her desk and began to doodle on a piece of paper. She really wanted to escape the beautiful blue eyes that kept pulling her in. Much like the tide of an ocean. "We have books about cats though, I know you like those."
"I can't believe you remember that," Brittany smiled at her.
"It's kinda hard to forget when you used to try and read to me about cat diseases every night." Santana made the mistake of looking up again. She immediately regretted the decision when Brittany smiled at her. "I umm am about to leave, so you should hurry up and find the book you need." Santana cleared her throat to break the tension.
"I only came because I need a ride and was hoping you could take me."
"Oh, yeah sure I guess." Santana cleaned her desk up a bit before grabbing her purse to leave. "Are you ready now?"
"Well duh, I only had two classes today." Brittany nudged Santana gently as they walked.
"What happened to Mr. Mohawk? Why couldn't he take you? N-not that I don't mind taking you, It's just that I figured you would-"
"Puck couldn't take me home, he already left." Brittany interrupted her rambling.
Santana, now embarrassed, unlocked her car. "So, did you enjoy your first day?"
"Yeah," Brittany said. "It was kind of boring though."
They both got into Santana's small car and headed home. Halfway home, Brittany decided to up her flirting game. She reached over and rested her hand on Santana's thigh.
The action had not gone unnoticed by the Latina. She opened her mouth to confront the girl, but she was interrupted. "Why do you deny everything? I can see it in your eyes that you are somewhat interested in me."
"No, I'm not. Now if you would, please remove your hand from my thigh."
"Not until you tell me the truth," Brittany moved her hand up higher. "You don't have to go through with it, I just want to hear the words come out of your mouth."
Santana could fell herself slowly becoming hard. She couldn't stop it even if she wanted to. "What words?" She asked through gritted teeth.
"Just tell me that you would fuck me, if given the chance."
"Quinn is your sister I couldn't do that to her. And you are 19 that is just wrong."
"Your not-so-little friend says differently." Brittany smirked, cupping her through her slacks she wore to work.
Santana removed her right hand from the wheel and grabbed Brittany's wrist to push it away, stopping her from touching her further. "Just stop okay? I know you have a crush on me, but I can't. I love Quinn and you are her sister. We can never happen. There will never be an us."
Brittany pulled her hand back, and the car went silent. "Okay," she mumbled.
The car ride lasted only 10 minutes but felt like an hour. As they came to a stop in the garage, Brittany got out. She turned to look at Santana and said, "when you change your mind, don't expect me to be here." Brittany then stormed off into the house, desperate to get away from Santana.
Santana sighed, and turned off the car. Quinn wasn't home yet so she still had to make dinner. Not to mention she was sporting a raging hard-on. Maybe it will go down once I start dinner, she thought.
Stepping out of the car, she started to regret getting angry with Brittany. She knew that Brittany really liked her, but she was married and they would never work.
She changed into lazy clothes and began to cook tacos for dinner. She didn't hear one peep out of Brittany the whole entire time. To be honest, it kind of worried her. She still felt bad for raising her voice.
The front door opened to reveal a tired Quinn. "Hey baby," she said, setting her briefcase down to give Santana a hug.
"Hey, how was your day at work?" Santana gave her wife a kiss on the cheek. She didn't notice Brittany staring at them from the stairs.
"Long and tiring. Basically the same as every day."
"Supper is done by the way. I made tacos."
"Great, I'm gonna change and go get Britt," Quinn smiled.
"No need," Brittany said, walking into the kitchen. "I'm going out tonight, I'll be home by midnight don't wait up for me. "
Quinn raised her eyebrows at Brittany, as did Santana. "Where are you going?"
"I'm just going out with my friends. When I get home I'll be super quiet so I don't wake you both." Brittany started walking to the front door but was stopped by Quinn's voice.
"Don't worry, my pills keep me knocked out. You will only have to worry about staying Quiet for Santana, she is a light sleeper. But wait, don't you have classes tomorrow?"
Brittany rolled her eyes, "yes, but they are in the afternoon. Now if you would please let me leave that would be great. Once again, I'll be quiet and try not to wake you, Santana." They way she said her name, sent tingles up Santana's spine.
"I guess it's just us then," Quinn said. "I'll go get changed."
When Quinn walked upstairs, Santana ran to the window to see Brittany get in a car full of boys. Santana couldn't help but worry about her safety.
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During dinner, their conversation didn't flow as smoothly as normal. It was probably because all Santana could think about was Brittany. "Do you think she will be okay? I saw her get in the car with a bunch of guys. You don't think they will rape her do you?" Santana was worrying way too much.
"It's my baby sister, she knows what to do if they try to touch her inappropriately, kick them in the balls and run." Quinn stuffed a taco in her mouth. "These are so good."
"But what if she has been drinking and can't verbally tell them no or kick them in the balls and run?"
"Look, she will be fine. I know she is family and you care about her, but you should stop worrying." Quinn reached over the table to grab Santana's hand.
They finished dinner and Santana volunteered to do the dishes so that Quinn could shower. "Thanks," Quinn smiled sweetly at Santana and walked up the stairs.
Santana checked the time. It was eight o'clock which meant it was going to be a while before Brittany got home. She chewed on her lip nervously and began to wash the dishes.
It suddenly hit her that she shouldn't care about Brittany the way she did. Brittany was family, not her girlfriend. It shouldn't matter where she is. Santana remembered back to dinner when Quinn grabbed her hand lovingly. It made her feel guilty for even thinking about Brittany like that.
Sighing, Santana walked upstairs to go to bed. She had nothing else to do. Quinn joined her in bed around eight thirty, she had already taken her pills and was close to falling asleep.
"Babe," Santana said.
"Mhm?" Quinn could barely reply, she was drifting off to sleep.
"Do you think you could take next monday off? That's my day off too and I was hoping we could have some alone time." Santana cuddled up to her wife and wrapped her arms around her.
But Quinn didn't reply, she was already fast asleep. Santana's smile faded and she turned away, hoping to get some sleep.
No matter how much she tossed or turned, she couldn't get to sleep. She blames it on the caffeinated soda she had at dinner, but she knew it was because Brittany wasn't home. For all Santana knew, she could be out doing drugs or getting mugged. She cared about Brittany, but as a family member, right?
She began to get frustrated and started to kick the sheets off the bed. "This is bullshit," she mumbled, reaching for her phone to check the time. It was one o'clock and Brittany should have been home. Maybe she's in her room and I just didn't hear her come in? She thought to herself. Just as she was about to get up to go check, she heard the front door open downstairs.
"You have to be quiet," she could tell Brittany was talking, but she didn't know to who.
"But I don't want you to be quiet." It was clearly a male voice, Santana had no clue who it belonged to though. Maybe it was that mohawk kid, Puck, from earlier.
It didn't take her long to realize what was going on. Brittany had brought someone home from out partying and she was planning on sleeping with him. "Shit," Santana whispered.
She could hear Brittany's giggles as they escalated up the stairs. It wasn't as if Brittany was intending on being quiet. She knew Santana could hear her. "I love your boobs," she could hear the male say.
She could hear Brittany smack his hands off her. They were probably groping at her breasts. Santana couldn't help but get hard at the thought of doing that with her. She looked to the sleeping figure of her wife and immediately felt guilty. She shouldn't be thinking those things.
"Sam, that's the bathroom. This way," So it wasn't Puck. Santana wondered how many people Brittany had slept with.
Considering the rooms were very close, Santana could hear EVERYTHING. And she literally meant everything. She could hear Brittany's moans that seemed to be never ending. She could hear the boy pant as he pushed into her hard. The bed continuously slammed against the wall, keeping Santana from getting any sleep. Not that she could if she tried. She even heard Brittany yell at him to fuck her harder and deeper. He obviously wasn't doing it right. I could. Santana thought to herself. And for once she honestly didn't regret the thought.
They eventually stopped fucking and Santana tried hard to fall asleep. She was beyond turned on and she wished that she could just take some of Quinn's pills. But she would notice.
She stayed up through the whole night. Something just didn't feel right about rubbing one out to her sister in law with her wife lying right next to her. Quinn's alarm went off, waking the lawyer from her deep sleep. Acting as if she just woke up, Santana snuggled into Quinn, her hard-on pressing deliciously into her thigh. "Good morning," Santana smiled into her neck.
"I don't want to get up," Quinn mumbled. "And what is poking my- oh."
"I had a dream about you, and I woke up like this," Santana lied. She needed release and she needed it bad. A little lying to get it wouldn't hurt.
"I don't have time baby. I'm sorry. Why don't you go back to sleep and I'll wake you when I leave so you can have a nice cold shower?"
Santana huffed and rolled over on to her stomach. This position wasn't helping her cool down at all. "By the way, did you hear Britt come in last night?"
"No, I slept like a baby," she lied.
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Throughout the rest of the week, Brittany brought someone home every night. She was lucky to get a few hours of sleep each night. It started to get on Santana's nerves because it was as if Brittany was trying to tease her. When morning came, she would be hard and in desperate need of release. But her wife was too busy to help her, making her take cold shower after cold shower. She could just masturbate, but for some reason it felt wrong.
Thursday night came around and she had enough. She was beyond sexually frustrated, and Brittany's moans from the other room weren't helping.
She checked to make sure Quinn was asleep before removing her pajama pants and underwear. She also grabbed some tissues from under her bed. She didn't necessarily want to make a mess.
At one particularly loud moan erupting from Brittany, she felt her dick twitch. She was standing hard at seven inches and pre cum was already leaking out of the top. She hadn't even touched herself yet. Grabbing her hard shaft, Santana let out a loud moan. She tried to suppress it, honestly, but she had been waiting for this for days.
She ran her thumb across the slit, collecting the pre cum to use as lubricant. Santana started out with gentle strokes, not wanting to build herself up too fast. She whimpered and arched off the bed, effectively fucking her hand.
Santana gave up on her gentle strokes when she heard Brittany yell "Yes, fuck me S!" She pretended that 'S' was referring to her and began to pump harder. In her mind, she pictured Brittany bent over the kitchen table as she fucked her hard. She even pictured taking Brittany in the shower, the blonde begging for more. Each thought only sent her closer and closer to her orgasm.
"Oh fuck," Santana moaned, not aware Brittany could hear her through the walls. She starts pumping even harder than before, sometimes twisting her wrist just to make it more pleasurable.
Feeling like she was going to cum, Santana grabbed some tissues and covered the head of her dick. She didn't necessarily want it to end, so she squeezed the base of her shaft, hard. But it was too late, Santana came with a moan of Brittany's name, cum squirting into the tissues.
She cleaned up her mess and put her pajamas back on. She didn't realize how there was no noise coming from Brittany's room. Instead, she crawled in bed and got a good night's sleep.
Still not as long as I want, but it's getting longer (I think)