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Chapter 3- All An Act


It had been three days since Brittany had watched Santana masturbating, and those three days were probably the worst days of her life. She hated going to bed, mostly because her husband lay next to her. Her kind, generous husband who didn't deserve someone like her. She felt guilt sleeping next to him. She was ashamed. She had watched his daughter masturbate, and she had actually enjoyed it. Brittany felt sick, disturbed, perverted, she felt disgusting.

She had avoided Santana, for obvious reasons. She couldn't look at the girl without picturing her hunched over the bed while she masturbated. One night they were eating dinner together and Dex being Dex, did everything he could to make Santana laugh. She laughed so innocently, yet Brittany imagined what her face looked like when she came. The sweat on her forehead as she panted and thrusted forward, her balls brushing against the bed.

The thoughts wouldn't stop. The memory wouldn't go away. Brittany felt trapped, for the rest of her life she would imagine Santana touching herself. It wasn't normal. It was anything but normal.

"Brittany, are you okay?" The sound of Santana's soft voice pulled the woman out of her thoughts. She blinked a couple of times and looked around the room, realizing she was in the kitchen with a bottle of vodka in her hand. She wondered how long she had been there.

"I'm fine," Brittany whispered, not making eye contact with the girl. She couldn't make eye contact with her, it would just make things worse. Instead, she looked at the clock on the wall, frowning when she read the time. It was 3am.

"Maybe you should go to bed?" Santana suggested. Brittany finally looked at the girl, immediately regretting it. Santana was standing next to the table wearing a long baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Her eyes kept gazing down to Santana's crotch. She tried not to look, but she knew it was there.

"It's late, you should be in bed," Brittany said quietly, closing her eyes so she wasn't tempted to look.

"I needed a glass of water, so I came down here," Santana said.

Came. Even Santana saying that word made Brittany shiver. It was just a normal word used in a normal sentence, but Brittany's mind twisted things. Came meant something else.

"Go back upstairs, please," Brittany whispered.

"You're drinking again," Santana stated.

Brittany gulped. "Yes, that's correct," she said. "I'm an adult and this is what we like to do. You're a child, an innocent child who should be in bed at this time."

Santana frowned. "You sound like dad now," she said. "I'm not a child, Brittany."

Brittany gritted her teeth. She needed Santana away from her. She felt sick. "Are you old enough to drink, Santana?" She asked.

Santana shook her head. "No."

"Are you old enough to gamble?" Brittany asked.

Santana shook her head again. "No," she mumbled.

"Then you're a child," Brittany hissed. "A child who needs to go to bed now because I said so."

"I'm sorry if I've upset you in some way, that wasn't my intention," Santana said. Brittany opened her eyes and looked at the girl. She looked upset, really upset.

She wanted to apologize, but at that moment she just wanted Santana out of her sight. "Just go to bed," Brittany repeated.

Santana sighed, but reluctantly left the kitchen and headed back upstairs. Brittany slammed her hand down on the table, she was so fucking stupid at times. Of course Santana wasn't a child, she knew she wasn't, but she wasn't exactly an adult either. Or least in Brittany's eyes she wasn't. Maybe the situation would have been better if Santana had been older, then Brittany wouldn't have felt as guilty about watching her masturbate. But it was still wrong. At the end of the day, Brittany had a husband, watching someone masturbate wasn't right, no matter who it was.


"Can I talk to you about something?" Brittany asked Tina when they sat down at the bar.

"Sure," Tina replied, taking a sip of her cocktail.

Brittany hesitated for a moment, she didn't exactly know how to word her question. She gulped nervously as she blurted out, "do you know how you're dating that guy? Ronald or whatever his name is?" Tina nodded her head. "He's got a son, do you ever...you know, look at him differently. Not in a son type of way, you know, in a romantic way I guess," she mumbled the last part.

Tina almost choked on her drink. "Well, considering Ronald's son is three years old, I'd say looking at him in that type of way would make me a paedophile or something," she said.

Brittany closed her eyes, ashamed of asking. How did she forget that the boy was so young? Of course Tina wouldn't be attracted to him. Then again, even if the boy was older, way older, Tina still wouldn't look at him that way. Unlike Brittany, she wasn't sick in the head. But Santana was different, she wasn't like other girls, she was different. Santana had a penis, which made the woman very curious. "I'm sorry for asking, it was just a stupid question," Brittany mumbled, hoping to drop the subject.

Tina was also curious. "Why did you ask? Has this got something to do with your step-daughter?" She asked.

Brittany winced, the word 'step-daughter' was killing her. It made her feel even worse. What a horrible word. "She's not my step-daughter, stop calling her that!" Brittany snapped, immediately apologizing afterwards. "Sorry. I just hate that word, it makes me feel old," she said in a more calmer voice.

"So, what's all this about?" Tina asked.

"Nothing," Brittany lied, her face turning red. "I-I was just asking a random question, it has nothing to do with Santana or anything."

"Okay, if you say so," Tina shrugged, sipping her drink. "Why don't you just send the girl back to Anna?"

"Because I can't," Brittany said quickly. "Anna kicked her out, remember?"

"Still send her back. Talk to Anna, it's her daughter, she'd probably let her back in the house," Tina said.

Brittany thought about it for a moment, wondering if Anna would actually let her go home. She eventually made up her mind, pulled out her phone, and sent Anna a text message.

ToAnna: Santana really misses you, she wants to come home. Will you consider it?

After sending the text, Brittany felt rather guilty. She felt selfish for trying to send the girl back home, but she knew she couldn't let her stay in the house. Santana was messing with her head, making her into this sick, twisted person. Santana was ruining her relationship with her husband, she was just...doing nothing actually. What had Santana done? It wasn't her fault that Brittany happened to witness her masturbating in her bedroom. It wasn't Santana's fault Brittany looked at her a little differently now. Brittany almost regretted sending the text message, until she got a reply.

FromAnna: That little cunt isn't coming back home, she ruined my relationship with Aaron! Dex can have his sweet little girl because I don't want her, she's done nothing but depress me! I'd be careful if I were you, she always tried to lure Aaron into her bedroom by exposing herself. I'm done with her!

Wait what?! Santana exposed herself to Anna's boyfriend? In a way she did that to me! Brittany said to herself.

It was at that moment when Brittany realized she had been right all along, Santana wasn't as innocent as she seemed to be. Perhaps Santana had always planned for Brittany to walk past her bedroom and see her masturbating. Her bedroom door was open for a reason, it wasn't a mistake on Santana's part. Worst of all, Brittany had fell for it. Ever since seeing Santana masturbating, the image had never left her head. Santana was playing a game with her, one she hoped Brittany would fall for. Santana wanted Dex all to herself, and Brittany knew it.

"That little bitch is going to regret this," Brittany hissed, downing the rest of her drink. "Oh, I'm not going to fall for this again, I swear I'm going to be the worst step-mom ever, and believe me, I'm so over her dick."

"What?" Tina frowned, not understanding.

Brittany stood up. "I'm going home, I think it's time for me and Dex to have a night to ourselves," she said, before grabbing her jacket and leaving the bar.


"Please, lets just go out for dinner," Brittany begged her husband.

Dex shook his head and flicked through the channels on the television. "I promised Santana that I would watch this new TV show with her. It starts in like an hour, so there's no point in us going out," he said.

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Are you serious? You would rather watch some lame TV show than spend some time with your wife?"

"Of course I want to spend time with you, I just can't go out with you tonight," Dex said, apologizing quietly. "Another night, absolutely, but I can't tonight, sweetie. I don't want to let Santana down."

"Once again she's getting in the way," Brittany mumbled.

"Hey," Santana greeted happily as she walked into the living room. "What's for dinner?"

Brittany glared at the girl, not saying a word. She didn't know what to make of her, how could someone be so cruel? Why would Santana want to break her and her husband up? Brittany had never met anyone like the girl in front of her. Sly, twisted, evil little girl. From the moment she met her she knew it was all an act. Santana was just trying to be daddy's perfect little girl. As Brittany looked at Santana, she thought about something. Had Santana really left the house at midnight to meet some guy so she could buy an action figure? Knowing that Santana was definitely playing a game, she wondered if Santana had a different reason for leaving the house at such a late time.

Brittany had guessed she was a slut. She remembered thinking at the time that perhaps Santana left the house so she could meet a guy and fuck him. However, after discovering that Santana's lady bits weren't exactly...lady, she wondered if the girl was actually into guys. That theory was immediately dismissed due to the fact that Brittany had found out not long after that Santana was into the ladies. Still, she could have left the house to meet some girl.

Santana was sneaky, and sneaky was something Brittany didn't like.

"We're ordering in tonight, sweetheart," Dex said, patting the space next to him for Santana to sit down. Of course 'daddy's girl' would want to be as close as possible. "Either Chinese or pizza, your choice," he added.

"Actually, we're not having junk food tonight," Brittany said quickly, feeling the need to join the conversation. Dex raised an eyebrow at his wife. "Since you wont take me out tonight, we're going to have a nice, healthy salad."

"That sounds nice!" Santana exclaimed.

Shut up, bitch, Brittany thought to herself. "Santana's going to help me prepare the salad, she might as well do something since she's living here rent free," she said.

"Brittany," Dex hissed, glaring at his wife. "Stop being rude," he warned.

"Come on, lets go in the kitchen and make dinner, I'm sure you would be devastated if you ended up missing that show you really want to watch," Brittany said, standing up and leaving the living room, Santana close behind her. "You can start chopping some tomatoes," she added.

"This is fun, back home mom never let me help with dinner," Santana said after a couple of minutes of silence.

"Well, things are very different here, darling," Brittany said, glancing at the girl. "You're living under my roof now, which means you will be expected to do things around here."

"Like what?" Santana asked.

"Like...making sure your bedroom is tidy at all times. Doing the dishes, preparing dinner, running errands, cleaning the toilet," Brittany listed off a load of things. At first she wasn't serious about most of the things she mentioned, but if Santana was really trying to ruin her, then she would have no problem in making the girl suffer.

"Oh, that's a lot of things," Santana said softly, not even attempting to argue about it.

"You don't have a problem with doing any of that stuff, do you?" Brittany asked, smirking to herself.

"Of course not," Santana said quickly, turning to face the woman. "Like I said before, I'm very grateful to be living here. It was kind of you to take me in, I'm not going to disobey any of your rules," she added.

Brittany's face fell, what sort of game was Santana trying to play? She was even playing nice when Dex wasn't around! Was she trying to get Brittany to like her or something? The woman couldn't figure it out. It was scary how nice Santana was being. The act seemed real, as if it weren't an act after all. But no, Brittany refused to believe that Santana was actually nice, not after what Anna had told her. Santana left her bedroom door open for a reason, she wanted Brittany to see her, just like she wanted Anna's boyfriend to see her.

Santana was anything but nice.

"I also found a school I really like. I think you would like it," Santana continued, noticing that Brittany was stood frozen with some lettuce in her hand, not saying a word. "I start next week," she gulped.

"What's it called?" Brittany finally asked, blinking a couple of times.

"View Hill," Santana said.

Brittany thought about it for a moment, the name didn't sound familiar. "What sort of school is it?"

"It's an all girls school, I get to wear a uniform," Santana said, smiling.

Brittany dropped the lettuce down on the counter and sat down on one of the stools. She crossed her arms, still making eye contact with Santana. "Oh? And what does that uniform look like? I hope it's nothing too exposing, I'm sure you wouldn't want anything...popping out," she whispered, her eyes snapping down to Santana's crotch.

Santana immediately blushed, her hands instantly covering her private parts. "Oh, erm, h-how did you-"

"Don't pretend you don't know!" Brittany snapped. Santana quickly stepped back, tears forming in her eyes. "I don't like playing games, Santana. Whatever you're trying to do better stop now. You have the nerve to move into my house and think it's appropriate to do such crude things."

"I'm so confused, what are you talking about?" Santana cried, her face all hot and flustered.

"Are you really going to continue playing this game?" Brittany asked, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, it's just you and me in here, Santana. You can tell me all about your little plan, I promise I wont say anything."

"What plan?!" Santana asked, confused.

Brittany rolled her eyes, Santana knew exactly what she was talking about. "You know what plan I'm talking about," Brittany said.

Santana shook her head furiously. "B-Brittany, I really don't know what you're talking about," she cried.

Brittany huffed. "Fine, you're grounded."

"For what?" Santana asked, tears still streaming down her face. "Have I upset you in some way?"

"I'll let you finish making the salad. After you finish watching that TV show, you will wash the dishes and do the laundry. Are we clear?" Brittany said.

Santana sniffed, nodding her head. "Yes, I'm sorry for upsetting you," she said quietly.

She's still trying to play this game with me. I hope she realizes that I'm not going to fall for it, I can see all of this is just an act, Brittany thought to herself.

Brittany smiled and left the kitchen to rejoin her husband. She wished Santana had been honest with her in the kitchen. All she wanted to know is why the girl wanted to break her and her husband up. She wanted to know why she exposed herself and why she thought it was appropriate to do so. But of course Santana acted clueless, pretending she didn't know what Brittany was talking about.

"Santana's doing the dishes tonight, and the laundry," Brittany said, sitting down in the armchair. "Oh, she's also grounded."

Dex frowned, immediately muting the television. "Why is my daughter doing the dishes tonight? Why is she doing the laundry? Why is she grounded? What the hell happened in the kitchen and what have I missed?" He asked quickly.

"One question at a time," Brittany said, rolling her eyes. "She's messing with me, so I'm punishing her."

Dex sighed. "Stop being so damn cruel! That's my daughter and you have no right to bully her!"

"I'm her step-mom, I can do whatever the hell I want," Brittany said, picking up a magazine and flicking through the pages. "Oh, that's a nice dress, I think I would look beautiful in that."

"You have serious problems, do you know that?"

"I don't have problems, it's her, she's messing with me," Brittany said. "Anyway, I don't see a problem in making her do the dishes and shit. She's 18 years old, she shouldn't be new to this stuff."

"Why do you hate my daughter so much?" Dex asked.

"Why do you feel the need to be so soft on her? She's not fragile, Dex," Brittany said.

Dex stood up. "I'm going to speak to my daughter, no doubt you've probably terrified her or something," he said.

I know it's all an act, Brittany thought to herself.


The next day Brittany woke up to an empty house. Dex had mentioned something about taking Santana shopping, and how Brittany wasn't invited because of her attitude. Dinner the previous night turned out to be a disaster. Brittany ended up eating her food outside because of an argument with Dex about Santana. Brittany knew it was all part of the girls plan, the worst part was that Santana was actually succeeding.

Brittany took a quick shower and then started on the laundry, since Dex had told his daughter not to listen to a word Brittany said. She collected clothes from each room in the house, purposely going to Santana's room first. Brittany figured the girl must have had something in her room which would expose her plan. The little miss innocent act would be revealed somehow.

As she entered Santana's bedroom the first thing she noticed was how clean it was, considering the day before it was a complete mess. Santana seemed to have listened to her, she had tidied her bedroom. That's probably all part of the act, Brittany thought to herself.

Brittany collected Santana's dirty laundry which for once wasn't scattered all over the floor. She then casually started snooping around Santana's bedroom. She looked through her closet, her desk, and also her book collection, before going over to her bedside table. She opened the drawer and smiled when her eyes landed on a diary. Santana had a diary. Bingo.

Brittany sat down on the bed and opened up the diary, flicking through the pages. There was lots of random entry's, mostly about boring shit that didn't interest her. However, one entry did catch her eye. Something that really made her think.

Dear diary,

Mom's boyfriend moved in with us tonight, and of course I'm not happy about it. He keeps trying to look at me, and it's making me feel uncomfortable. I wish I could just get away from this place, I feel like I don't belong here. Mom keeps arguing with me, she doesn't believe me when I tell her that Aaron is looking at me. I think she's going to kick me out, things are getting bad, and with him moving in permanently now, things are only going to get worse.

I can hear them walking up the stairs, I better hide you again.

Till next time.

Brittany reread the entry several times, trying to make sense of it. Brittany was told that Santana was the bad person. According to Anna, Santana tried to lure Aaron into her bedroom by exposing herself, yet Santana said differently. By reading Santana's diary, Brittany discovered that Anna's pervy boyfriend was the one always trying trying to look at the young girl. Is it possible Santana was the victim all along?

Wait a minute, is Santana really innocent? Is all this act shit all in my head? Brittany asked herself.

Knowing that Dex and Santana would be returning home soon, Brittany quickly looked through one last entry, one of the latest ones.

Dear diary,

Guess what? Mom kicked me out, didn't I say she would? I'm now living with dad and his wife. I like it here already, it feels like home. Brittany's really nice too. I don't think she likes me very much, but I like her, even though we don't really speak. Today we went looking at schools, unfortunately I didn't see any that I like. I'm not giving up, though. I really want to go back to school so I'm determined to be accepted into somewhere soon. Dinners almost ready, so I guess I'll talk to you later.

Speak soon.

Brittany closed the diary, trying to process the entry's she had just read. Did Santana really write in her diary that she actually liked Brittany? The woman who had done nothing but bully her since the minute she arrived. What the hell was wrong with her? How could Santana be a nice girl after the way Brittany had treated her? Now Brittany felt guilty. Santana hadn't done anything wrong, it was all in Brittany's head. She wasn't trying to ruin their relationship, she wasn't trying to do anything.

"What are you doing?" Santana asked, walking into her bedroom and freezing when her eyes landed on her step-mom. "Is that my diary in your hand?" She asked, panic in her voice.

Brittany gulped. Oh shit, she had been caught.

"Brittany, is that my diary?" Santana asked again when she didn't get a reply.

"Yes, this is your diary," Brittany said, finally finding her voice. "I wasn't looking through it or anything, I-I was just cleaning your bedroom when I found this," she lied. She knew it didn't sound believable, but she had to say something.

"You were looking through it," Santana stated.

"I was not!" Brittany objected. "I'm just sitting on your bed holding a diary that isn't mine. In no way does that mean I have been looking through it."

Santana frowned. "Can you please leave?"

"I wasn't looking through it," Brittany lied again.

Santana closed her eyes. "Please don't lie to me, I know what you were doing," she said in a quiet voice. "I'm just a little disappointed that you would do that to me. What's written in that diary is very private, for my eyes only."

Shit, now Brittany felt even worse. "I know, I know," she said calmly. "Okay, I admit I might have flicked through a couple of pages, but I'm not trying to be nosy or anything. Here, you can have it back," she added, standing up from the bed and making her way over to Santana.

The girl quickly grabbed the diary out of her hand. "Don't look through it again, please," she begged.

"Don't worry, I wont do it again," she said honestly. There was no need for Brittany to look through the diary again, she was already satisfied by what she had found. Santana was innocent, she wasn't the girl Brittany thought she was.

"Thank you," Santana mumbled, watching her step-mom leave the bedroom.

Once she reached the door, Brittany turned back around. "Oh, Santana. If you ever want to talk about, you know, your life in New York, I'm a really good listener." In a way she hoped the girl would someday trust her enough to talk about what Anna's boyfriend was really like.

"Okay," Santana whispered, nodding her head. "And if you ever want to talk about your drinking problem, I'm a good listener, too."

Brittany shook her head. "I don't have a drinking problem, you don't need to worry," she said.

Santana smiled softly. "I'm still here. I'm not as bad as you think," she said.

Brittany returned the smile and left the bedroom, completely forgetting about the laundry she had to do. She made her way to her own bedroom and sat down on the bed, happy to know that Santana wasn't pissed at her. Since she knew the girl wasn't playing any game with her, she started to like her again. She figured her and Santana could have had a good mother/daughter relationship, that's until the image of the girl masturbating popped into her head.

Once again, the sick, twisted thoughts returned.

"Oh fuck!"