Okay, so I have a few questions for you guys. 1) Should I continue this or end it? 2) If I choose to continue, should I continue the Faberry storyline as well? 3) Would you hate me if I had some… drama… in the story? Cause I have this AWESOME idea, but you guys would not like it, haha. Enough from me, I hope you like this chapter, and please PLEASE review. :). Thanks.
Oh, this chapter was kind of written fast so I hope it's still up to par. Thank you Lauren, you reminded me about this, and wanted it, so here it be my dear.
It had been two weeks since the conversation about meeting Brittany's sister had gone down. Santana felt as if Brittany had forgotten, which to her, was a good thing. She was never the type to meet the family. She always made a fool of herself and acted like a nervous freak. One time, a family asked if she was on drugs. She loved Brittany and meeting her family would ruin their relationship because she knew they wouldn't like her. She shook off her thoughts as she walked through the door of her home. Brittany didn't go into the studio today, but she didn't see or hear the blonde. She went to their room and set her stuff down before calling out the blonde's name. Brittany bounced out of the bathroom, still drying her hair with a towel.
"Your turn." She said hugging the Latina.
"Where are we going?" she asked but followed the other girls directions and walked towards the bathroom.
"You'll see." Brittany said smiling mischievously. She was taking Santana to see her sister, but didn't want to freak the brunette out. Her sister was awesome, and promised not to grill the blonde's girlfriend. Brittany was kinda surprised by her sister; she didn't know why she would want to grill any person, she wasn't like, a cannibal.
Brittany kept her eyes on the road as she drove, but found it difficult with her girlfriend freaking out in the passenger seat.
"Why didn't you tell me we were going to your sisters? What if she hates me? What if I ruin her tablecloth or spill something on her or say something rude by accident?" Santana practically yelled. She was scared. She was panicking. "Brittany what am…"
"Stop!" Brittany yelled trying to contain her laughter. "You're amazing Santana. If you weren't I totally wouldn't be with you. But you are, and my sister will see that. Okay? Calm down, please." The Latina nodded and kept quiet. Internally she was still going crazy, but Brittany sounded so sure of herself. Maybe things would go alright.
Brittany parked the car outside her sister's home and looked over at her girlfriend. The Latina looked her girlfriend in the eyes, and was sure she could see how scared the brunette was. Brittany's eyes looked calm, and collected so Santana tried to feel the same as they got out the car. Brittany's sister's house was nice. It wasn't huge or anything, but it was a moderate size, and was the picture perfect home. They had a garden, a huge front yard and the house was a light blue. The Latina took a deep breath and took Brittany's free hand as the blonde knocked on the door.
"Britt Britt!" her sister exclaimed as she opened the door. She hugged her little sister tightly before backing up to eye her girlfriend. She was pretty to say the least, her sister definitely had good taste.
"I'm Ashley." She said extending her hand.
"Santana." The Latina said extending her hand as well and shaking the older blondes hand. Ashley looked like an older version of Brittany; they resembled each other so closely it was crazy. Ashley walked back into the living room, allowing the girls to show them in. Santana looked around the home. The walls were a warm reddish color, and there was a lot of family pictures around. Santana stopped to look at one. The whole family was gorgeous. Ashley's husband looked like a young Brad Pitt, and their kids all were picture perfect too. The Latina dropped her brow. She didn't hear kids, or a husband for that matter.
"Where is Michael and the kids?" Brittany asked sitting down at the table while her sister got her tea. Santana sat down next to her quietly.
"Zoo. I didn't want Santana to be too overwhelmed, so I sent them out." Ashley said chuckling and silently asked the girl if she wanted tea. Santana shook her head but muttered a thank you. She had to be as polite as possible.
"Santana doesn't drink tea, Ash. She'll have coffee though." Ashley nodded and smiled at the nervous brunette. She wasn't like most of Brittany's girlfriends or boyfriends. She was quieter, and was way less annoying than her sister's college boyfriend Artie. Ashley have her the coffee and sat down at the table.
"So Britt tells me you're a lawyer." Santana nodded and stared into her coffee. She hated this part of meeting family. The questions about her life, her dreams, her everything. She always offended someone.
"How did you get into it?" Santana thought for a moment and looked up and met Brittany's eyes. The blonde girl took her hand, comforting the Latina and letting her know she didn't have to go into detail.
"I wanted to help people get reassurance, help them know that while they were hurting, they weren't alone, and wouldn't get hurt again." Santana said quietly but confidently.
"I'm kind of lost." Ashley said frowning. She could tell the darker girl was confident in her answer, but she seemed like she was scared.
"Ash, she doesn't.."
"No, it's okay Britt. I was um… I was raped when I was little. And I want to help people who have had similar things happen to them get reassurance that it won't happen again. And I want to put bastards that do that stuff in prison."
"Oh.. Wow." Ashley at a loss for words. Her sister's girlfriend was opening herself up just so she could have approval. She liked this girl, she liked her a lot. Anyone who would be this vulnerable for her sister, she knew was the right person.
"Santana can we talk outside?" Ashley said abruptly and the Latina nodded. Her hands started shaking as the older blonde led her outside to their patio. Santana crossed her arms in front of her as she awaited the girl's disapproval. Brittany waited inside, but watched the pair from the window.
"I want to know your intentions."
"I love your sister, Ashley. More than anything in the world, and I want to make her happy. I want to make her smile, and laugh, and I want to grow old with her. I know we haven't been together all that long, but I feel like she's it. She's the one." Santana rambled. She ducked her head nervously and Ashley smiled at the younger girl.
"That's all I needed to know. But if you hurt her, I'll kill you." She said and walked back inside. Santana smiled to herself, she had approval. She never thought she would get it, but she did. She walked back inside and sat down with her girlfriend and kissed her cheek. Santana wasn't just happy, she was over joyed.
The rest of the night had gone on without a hitch. Brittany was happy to know she approved of Santana, and was giddy to see the pair conversing without Santana making a fool of herself. The Latina only made a few mistakes, and only spilled her coffee once. Ashley had understood the girl's nervousness; she didn't want her to start disapproving. Brittany thought the Latina's nervousness was adorable. Santana thought otherwise, but was happy that everything didn't go terrible.
As they laid in bed, the Latina threw her arm over Brittany's waist and curled up to her. The blonde leaned into the embrace and hummed as she fell asleep. Santana smiled at her girlfriend and thought about the future. What would they be like as a couple in a few months? A few years? She didn't really know. All she knew was that she would just get happier each day she spent with her girlfriend.