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I'm Here
There's a moment that flashes through Brittany's mind at Santana's words, "I'd like you to meet my sister…" where she wonders just how Mr. and Mrs. Lopez managed to have one daughter with such magnificent, breathtaking brown eyes, which turn that warm color of mahogany when Santana's really happy, and another daughter with striking violet eyes.
"You know they're just contacts right?"
Brittany blinks and quickly averts her eyes from Reya's. She wasn't aware she'd been staring so intently, it's just…violet eyes are something you don't see everyday! Santana chuckles from beside her and tilts up on her tiptoes to press her warm lips into Brittany's reddening cheek.
"You're so sexy when your mind is working a million miles a minute."
Pale cheeks redden further, and Brittany squirms a little at the compliment, but sighs and turns her eyes to fall upon those brown eyes, now that lighter mahogany shade, that are staring up at her. She cranes her next to lightly capture plump lips.
"Eww."
Santana snaps her eyes in the direction of her sister.
"If you don't like it, you're more than welcome to go some place else." She says before turning back to Brittany and rearranging her arms tightly back around the taller woman's waist while burying her face into the crook of Brittany's neck.
Reya huffs and brushes diva like past the love struck couple standing directly in the center of the kitchen and not letting anything interrupt them. Santana sighs in absolute content as her sister gives her the privacy she craves and feels Brittany pull their bodies impossibly closer together.
"Not that I'm complaining, but I thought you weren't coming back for a couple more days?" Santana murmurs hotly into the crook of Brittany's neck. "Unless…" she pauses and leans back to look up into blue eyes that she now realizes are slightly duller in appearance than normal. "Oh baby, did something happen?"
Brittany's lips turn down in a solemn frown and she sighs dejectedly.
"Yeah, my parents happened."
Santana is quick to fit their lips together in a tender but chaste kiss of reassurance before she hugs Brittany again and whispers into her body. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Yeah I do, I just," Brittany starts and pauses as if trying to find the words. Santana realizes soon after that her girlfriend is yawning, and she looks more and more exhausted as the minutes go by. "I think I should get some rest first, would that be okay?"
"Oh honey, yes. Please get all the rest you need, I'll be here to talk whenever you want." Santana tells her with conviction.
Brittany smiles and leans down to kiss her girlfriend's sweet lips again, mumbling softly against them, "Thank you San. I love you and I missed you so much."
"I love you too Brittany. And I missed you more than I could ever describe in words, I'm so happy you're back, and I can't wait to sit down with you on the sofa later, maybe drink some hot chocolate and just talk?"
A nod accompanies a warm smile from Brittany and she presses her lips to Santana's forehead.
"I'd enjoy that very much, San."
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After a quick shower, Brittany grabs a fresh set of sleepwear out of 'her' drawer and then snuggles herself under the covers of Santana's bed.
"Sleep well, beautiful." Santana murmurs against Brittany's temple before placing a kiss there and then against thin lips that pucker in her direction. Brittany sighs and lets her eyes slowly fall closed. In a few quick seconds, she's slumbering peacefully surrounded by the comfort and familiar warm aroma of Santana.
Stepping out into the hall, Santana closes her door quietly before sighing and running a hand through her hair. She immediately goes to Brittany's luggage that was left at the door and unzips the top compartment, opening it up.
"Snoopy McSnooperson are we?"
Santana startles briefly at hearing her sister's voice directly behind her, her hand rising to her chest as if it'll prevent her heart from jumping out of her chest.
"Shit Reya, don't sneak up on me like that you little brat."
"Please, I wouldn't have had to sneak up if you weren't doing something that you had to be so jumpy about."
Rolling her eyes, Santana looks over her shoulder pointedly even as her hands continue to dig through Brittany's luggage in search of something in particular.
"I'm not snooping, nosey. I'm getting her laundry so I can wash it for her with my stuff and taking out any perishables to put away." Santana explains, finding the small sized flat bag stashed at the bottom of Brittany's suitcase and removing it from the heap of clothes piled on top of it.
In the process of the removal, Brittany's ideas binder falls out of the suitcase. Santana glances to her right and watches Reya's eyebrows rise.
"What's that?"
"Oh no, no no no." Santana retorts shaking a finger in the direction of her sister's now very curious eyes. "Now that would be snooping."
Reya's lips, not quite as full as those of her sister's, fall into a pout, "Well that's completely unfair. I bet you already know what it is you just don't want to share it with me because it gives you some sense of power over me or something."
"Makes sense, it's how I went about things when we were younger too."
"How do you live with your self?"
Santana smirks, "That you would be correct about, and I live with myself just perfectly thank you because this feels wonderful."
"So you're not going to look at it at all?" Reya asks, her tone dripping in curiosity. Santana stands from her kneeled position, Brittany's dirty clothes in one hand and the binder in the other, a roguish smirk pulled across her lips as her eyes stare inexpressively into those of her sister's.
"You're the college student, why don't you tell me?"
Without waiting for an answer, Santana brushes by Reya and heads to her little laundry nook/closet next to the bathroom, she can practically hear the frustrated thoughts going through her sister's brain.
She simply smirks wider and gets to work on a small load of laundry. It's the little victories she's most proud of.
In this case, Santana one, Reya zero.
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Dull blue eyes bore into Brittany's bright ones.
She can't shake the glare or the feeling of uneasiness she gets the longer those eyes stare at her in disgrace and insensitivity, her mother's distaste with her completely unmasked.
But Brittany hasn't done anything wrong, and she knows it. Her parents, but mainly her mother, are the ones who are wrong. There's nothing immoral about her relationship with Santana, because her relationship with Santana means everything.
"San." Brittany murmurs as she turns in her sleep again, the covers clumped haphazardly at her feet as her legs kick back and forth and her arms flail around. Her entire body is physically reacting to the harsh emotions that are mentally circuiting through her.
Santana enters her room and sees her girlfriend tossing around in the center of her bed, the sheets getting dangerously close to wrapping Brittany up in a strangling hold. Santana places a binder in the second drawer down from her dresser, Brittany's dresser, before she walks to the side of the bed.
"Britt, baby." She coos just above a whisper, loud enough for Brittany to hear but not to startle.
But Brittany doesn't budge.
Knowing it's best not to wake a person from a deep sleep, especially if they are having nightmares or harsh dreams that result in physical thrashing, Santana turns and walks to her dock station and plops her iPod into the slot. She scrolls through her playlists until she finds the song she's looking for, and sets it to play out of the speakers in a gentle hum.
As the music hums and filters around the room, Santana returns to Brittany's side and softly hums along as she bends at her waist to murmur in her girlfriend's ear again.
"Wake up sleeping beauty."
Brittany takes a sharp inhale and jolts awake, her eyes snapping open and glancing to her right where Santana's face is. She muffles a cry of surprise before she jerks to the right and manages to fall out of the bed, landing in a heap of sheets and blankets seconds later.
Her pillow doles out the final blow when it follows behind her fallen body and lands to cover her mess of blonde hair.
"Oh Britt! I didn't mean to literally scare you out of bed. Babe, are you okay? I just meant to wake you up." Santana apologies through the hand covering her mouth in embarrassment as she kneels down and removes the pillow from Brittany's head.
Blue eyes and a bright smile gaze up at her before she feels Brittany's hand snake around the nape of her neck and tug her down until they're kissing. Brittany shifts and pulls Santana on top of her, her hands sliding down to a slim waist, before curving along a firm backside.
Pale thumbs brush along tan skin, under the hem of Santana's shirt. A moan escapes Santana's lips and is swallowed by Brittany's tongue as she soothes it along full lips. A gasp is released shortly after, and finally their lips break to draw in oxygen.
Brittany's lips continue kissing along the underside of Santana's chin and across the ledge of her jaw.
"I missed you in my arms. Feeling you against me."
Another moan leaves Santana's mouth at Brittany's scratchy with sleep, husked words. Brittany's lips continue their hot, wet trail against flickering pulse points and twitching muscles until she has Santana flipped over and lying beneath her.
"You're so gorgeous Santana. Every time I look at you, it's like there's a bunch of dancing fairies lighting up the space around you. Highlighting every inch of you. It's kind of blinding sometimes, but so worth it."
Elation spreads across Santana's face as her hand cups Brittany's cheek and she leans down to capture her lips in a soft kiss. Her nose brushes across Brittany's upper lip when they part, and she breathes her in.
"I missed you so much too, and you're making my heart all fluttery right now." She mumbles bashfully before ducking her head under Brittany's chin, laughing into the skin there before she sits up and straddles Brittany's waist. "Want to climb back in bed and just talk?"
Brittany smiles and reaches out to grab Santana's hands, slipping her fingers through the creases and linking them together before tugging her back down so their lips meet in a silent answer of 'yes'.
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Santana trails kisses along the back of Brittany's neck, her body pushed tightly into the back of Brittany's with her arm wrapped firmly around her girlfriend's back. She's not often the big spoon, but she felt like this time, Brittany needed her to be.
In front of her chest, Brittany holds Santana's hand tightly against her while her fingertips swoop over the skin and spread tingles across tan knuckles and a soft palm.
She's reluctant to speak up first, and Santana senses that.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Reya being here before you found out the slightly awkward way. She kind of showed up unexpected and then I didn't really know what to do with her." Santana murmurs into Brittany's neck, as she snuggles her body closer and slips her calf between Brittany's legs.
Brittany smiles. She's grateful for the reprieve from talking about certain things, at least for the time being.
"It's okay, I think I scarred her for life more than anything. I guess I was mostly surprised because you've never really talked about your family."
Santana sighs and nods, her nose brushing against the nape of Brittany's neck as she squeezes her girl closer.
"Mostly because I'm still so angry about everything that happened. Not in the rage filled way, but I just, when my parents cut me off and everything just because I told them that I loved girls the way I'm supposed to feel about boys, it's hard to forget that."
As Santana finishes her sentence, she feels Brittany shift around in front of her until they're facing each other with their foreheads pressed together. Brittany tilts her lips in to press softly against Santana's as her arms wrap around her back and pull their bodies flush together.
"I can imagine what it's like to have certain things about you that your parents don't approve of. And I don't know your parents Santana, but they're kind of really missing out because you're amazing, and I still can't believe how lucky I am to have found you." Brittany murmurs against Santana's lips before pressing them together again.
When they part, Santana smiles at her girlfriend in adoration before she swallows her nerves and powers on.
"Reya was collateral damage in the whole situation." She begins to say, her eyes closing mournfully at the memory. "She was only thirteen, and she didn't really know much at the time about anything outside of liking this boy or that boy. We were so close though, and we got along really well."
Brittany cups Santana's cheek and places sweet kisses along her cheekbone as she watches the emotions change in her girlfriend's eyes and a few tears escape from those beautiful brown orbs.
"At first, me being absent wasn't anything she thought about. I'd graduated high school and I was preparing for college, so she knew I wasn't going to be around as often. But I guess over time when she realized that our parents wouldn't talk about me, and then I didn't make it home for Christmas, or her birthday or anything, she began to wonder. She was the one that reached out to me, secretly, because my parents refused to let me talk to her, least I corrupt her." Santana shakes her head in anger at the memory of her parents saying such words.
As if her being gay was a disease that could be spread. It's hard when people are ignorant of situations. It's even more difficult when it involves people you're close to or those who are supposed to love you, no matter what.
"It was nice when we finally connected again, and she really took everything to heart and didn't judge. She's one of the few on the Lopez side that doesn't judge me for being who I am." Santana continues and Brittany's fingers stroke softly through brown hair.
Santana sighs and squeezes her eyes shut again, knowing that the more difficult part of the conversation is coming up.
"We stayed in contact really well for a good four years, up until just a little over a year ago actually."
Soft lips skim across the corner of Santana's mouth, calm and reassuring. Brittany knows what Santana is telling her is difficult, and she admires her so much for it. She wants to do everything she can to reassure her that she loves her and she's not going anywhere.
"When she got accepted to college, I made the decision to fly back to Atlanta and congratulate her in person. Take her out and celebrate, you know?" Brittany nods, even though she knows Santana is being rhetorical.
"But my parents found out, and then they found out that she and I had been in constant contact since they'd kicked me out and basically disowned me. They've always held the cards for Reya's future; she was pampered like crazy being the baby. And when they didn't have me to worry about anymore, they put all their time and focus into her."
Brittany sucks in an unsteady breath, she's very certain she knows where Santana is going with this part of the conversation.
"She got into college but wouldn't have any way to pay for it without their help. So they gave her a choice, her future well-being or her abomination of a sister. For the longest time I didn't know that they'd basically given her an ultimatum, I just knew that one day we were close and telling each other everything, helping each other through things, and the next she barely spoke to me."
Santana wipes at a stray tear as it rolls down her check.
"I chocked it up to being busy in college, but she finally told me the real reason a few months ago. Naturally I felt really betrayed, because I'd never expected it from her. Of course, she's my sister and we managed to work things out. I knew that it was mostly pressure from my parents, but things were strained. They still kind of are."
More soft kisses are placed across Santana's face, over her eyelids, down her nose, and haphazardly along her cheeks.
"I'm so sorry that happened to you Santana." Brittany whispers, her words laced with more affection than Santana has ever heard in her life. It makes her heart stutter in her chest, and flip in excitement and exhilaration.
Being so close, so cherished, and so loved by someone she feels absolutely the same about is the most amazing thing in the world.
"It's not your fault Britt."
"I know, and my problems are never your fault but that's what it's about right? Being in love with someone? It means that I love you for all of your strengths and anything that goes along with that."
Santana giggles lightly as she snuggles further into Brittany's embrace, her nose tickling the pale skin that runs along the hollow of Brittany's neck.
"Babe, you're so smart. I love that so much about you." Santana whispers, making Brittany's heart dance. It's not very often that she hears anything like that, and it's never as genuine and forthcoming as Santana discloses.
When Santana says it, Brittany believes it.
"And thank you for listening. I know there's still a lot to handle and everything, but talking to you about it really helps make a lot of it better."
Brittany nods and leans back to look in Santana's eyes before ducking down to kiss her again.
They lay there a little longer in silence, just basking in each other as Santana's fingertips draw shapes on Brittany's back and long slender pale fingers run thoroughly through wavy brown locks.
"Do you mind if she's around for a while?" Santana finally asks out loud the question that's been tumbling around in her mind for a while.
She knows this is her house and everything, but she wants, always, Brittany to be comfortable in it. Especially when she's here so often and Santana feels like she shares the house more than anything.
"I don't mind at all Santana," Brittany states, her lips pressing into the crown of Santana's head. "But this is your house, so it's not all my call or anything." Her words are a little shaky and nervous, almost as if proposing the topic is a big step at this stage in everything.
Santana smiles, she can hear the nervousness in Brittany's voice and she thinks she knows why.
"But you spend a lot of time here Britt, and I always want you to feel comfortable. It's important to me that you feel like this is someplace you can always come and everything." She tries to subtly explain her point and if the way Brittany's lips quirk at the corner is any indication, Santana does an excellent job of that.
"She seems like a good kid, I wouldn't mind her staying." Brittany responds, changing the subject while also subtly answering Santana's unspoken question.
It's about then that they hear a crash come from the kitchen and a slew of Spanglish cuss words. Brittany's eyes widen and Santana laughs.
"She is, even if she's got more temperamental issues than me. She was pretty spoiled rotten and a brat for the majority of her life, even if she toned it down slightly around me."
"And now?"
"I haven't quite figured her all out yet, but she says she's here now because she wants to change and start a new leaf but I think it's mostly because she's gotten kicked out of school and she's too afraid to confront our father. But she's making an effort, and she's my sister you know?"
Brittany nods because she understands. "The same way you told me to give Brett another chance." Her words trail off though when she remembers the other situation concerning her 'family'.
This time, Santana is the one to cup Brittany's cheek and trail comforting kisses along her worried brow. Before she can ask any questions, there's another loud crashing noise from outside the bedroom and a muffled shout.
"Everything's cool!" Reya's voice filters into Santana's bedroom, in a tone that points to an obvious everything is not cool. Santana rolls her eyes. "I'm going out for a run so if you feel like doing nasty things to each other, now would be a good time. But, don't tell me about it!" is then heard and Santana just shakes her head.
When they hear the front door close, or rather slam is when Santana turns back to face solemn blue eyes.
"Do you want to get something to eat and talk a little more?"
Brittany nods and presses another kiss to Santana's lips.
"I'd like that."
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"Oh and I forgot to tell you," Santana says as she steps into the living room with two cups of freshly prepared hot chocolate, only to find Brittany fluffing the throw pillow on one end of the sofa in preparation for them to sit exceptionally comfortable.
Santana pauses in her stride forward to smile before continuing over to Brittany and pulling her into a kiss.
Brittany's eyes go a little droopy from the pressure of Santana's lips and she sinks into the smaller woman's touch.
"You're incredible."
A smile graces Brittany's lips, her eyes still closed in content. "I didn't do anything. You cooked dinner, cleaned up and made me hot chocolate."
"You don't have to do anything to be incredible to me Britt, you just are and I love you for that." Santana says honestly before rocking up on her tiptoes to graze her lips against Brittany's forehead.
"I love you too, and you're so unbelievably special to me." Brittany whispers as her hands lock around Santana's back.
The temperature in the room rises to a cozy medium, the heat radiating between Brittany's and Santana's joined bodies making it much more enjoyable. Santana's eyes flash a shade darker when they sweep up to look back into Brittany's, the taller woman has to swallow thickly to disperse the dryness in her throat.
The thudding of her heart, at this point, is entirely uncontrollable.
Finally, Brittany clears her throat.
"What was it you forgot to tell me?" she squeaks out, even through the smoldering gaze that Santana is bestowing her.
Full lips slant into a satisfied smirk, and Santana's whole body language shifts to smugness. She trails the fingers of her left hand up the side of Brittany's neck where the skin is already flushed that adorable pink it gets when her girlfriend is exceptionally bashful about something.
Santana's fingers glide into blonde locks and her eyes flick back up to bright blue. "I forgot to tell you," she says in a raspy whisper, her lips inching closer to Brittany's ear. They graze the shell as Santana expels warm breath over the skin and feels Brittany involuntarily shiver in her grasp. "That I put your notebook in your drawer in the bedroom."
Brittany nods oblivious to the fact that Santana has just said something completely different from what she was expecting to hear.
Then her mind pushes through that hazy Santana fog and catches up. She blinks and shakes her head slightly.
"Wait, what?"
A giggle, sultry in nature but still sweet as honey, escapes Santana's lips and she pops a kiss against Brittany's cheek before spinning out of her hold and bouncing towards the sofa. When she turns back around, a knowing smile covers her face.
"I was just saying I put your invention notebook in your drawer and that despite Reya wanting to look at it, we didn't because I wouldn't let her."
"Oh," Brittany says, obviously still surprised. A smile crosses her lips again and she tugs Santana to her as she falls backwards onto the sofa, pulling her girlfriend into her lap. "I don't mind if you look at it." She tells the woman in her arms as Santana snuggles in closer to her and sighs in content.
"Yeah? I wouldn't want to impose or anything."
"You couldn't." Brittany assures, her nose grazing Santana's cheek before her lips press a kiss there. "It'd actually be really nice to see what you think about some of them."
Santana smiles wide at Brittany's words and dips her head down to capture those pink lips in her own.
"I would love to look at them Britt," she tells her.
Another sigh is released from Santana and she burrows further into Brittany's embrace, her head falling to a strong shoulder, her face tucked into the crook of a pale neck. She breathes evenly against Brittany's skin, the sound of a racing heartbeat flowing from just under Brittany's top. Santana lifts her left hand up to cup Brittany's neck, tilting her head down to bring their lips together again.
"Are you okay baby?"
Brittany nods, slowly, her eyes clouding over with an uncertainty that always precedes a trying discussion.
She's not worried about what Santana will think when she tells her about her 'trip' back 'home', she's worried about having to bring it all up again. But Brittany knows she should, and she knows Santana deserves to hear it. She bites her lip slightly before expelling the breath she was restraining.
"I am definitely much better now that I'm back here with you, but…San, it wasn't a very pretty situation." Brittany finally admits in just the slightest voice over a whisper.
Santana's lips brush hers again, reassuring and calm like Brittany was with her earlier. The tenderness in the touch grounds Brittany more than weights tied to her ankles would.
"That's why I'm here now Britt," she murmurs before placing another kiss to Brittany's forehead and settling down to listen intently.
"I know but I'm nervous about telling you because I don't want you to get upset or frustrated by anything."
"I'll do my very best to just listen to everything you have to say Brittany, and then if I need to discuss something I'll do it as rationally as I can." Santana promises and Brittany reaches her right hand out to interlock her fingers with Santana's and rest them on her girl's thigh while her other hand runs softly down Santana's back and over the curve of her backside.
"Believe me Santana, I wouldn't blame you for any outbursts, I just…I don't want to think too much about how awful my parents are anymore. Not when I have so many good things to focus on here." Brittany explains.
Santana smiles and nods, "Okay."
A few short moments later, Brittany begins telling Santana about her most recent situation with her parents.
She leaves out glaring details, like the ones about her mother, and by association her father, and their racist ignorance in an effort to spare that harsh reality from upsetting the mood, and in hopes that she can avoid discouraging Santana in any manner.
Someday, Brittany will tell Santana about everything, but right now she figures it's not the most important thing she has to explicitly focus on.
"My parents, well mostly my mom, have always tried to set me up with people that they deem 'worthy' by their over the top standards." Brittany tells Santana as the tips of her fingers draw patterns over the curve of Santana's knee. She leaves out the part where normally the people are blonde and blue-eyed, because almost anything else is not 'acceptable' by her mother's terms.
Santana listens and nods along, upholding her promise by managing to keep most of her anger at bay.
The way Brittany talks about how her parents have essentially ignored most of their daughter's actual well-being for the majority of her life, only caring when it directly concerned them, makes Santana's blood boil. She can understand now, more clearly than ever why Brittany requested that she try to remain calm, because right now she wants to catch a flight back to Santa Fe and give the Pierce's a word or two.
Out of anybody in this world, Brittany is least likely to deserve that kind of disregarded, tossed to the side treatment.
"That was actually how I ever even got into what my mom would call a 'relationship' with Jeff Sterling." Brittany then speaks up, air quoting the word relationship to emphasize just how much she didn't really think of the situation like that at all.
Santana's eyebrows knit in slight confusion as she inquires, "Jeff Sterling?"
"Frans."
"Ohhh, right." Santana responds, her face subtly morphing into one of distaste. Brittany chuckles and cups Santana's chin in her hand, swiping her thumb along the angle of a tan jaw and placing a kiss to the corner of Santana's mouth, just shy of her adorable dimple.
The very same dimple that pops slightly when Santana smiles at Brittany's gesture.
"You have nothing to worry about Santana. The only reason I ever met Frans was because he was the son of one of my mother's super pretentious friends that lives around here. They arranged for Frans and I to essentially spend time getting to know each other, in hopes that there would be some kind of connection." Brittany murmurs against Santana's skin, her lips still pressed close to those full lips.
"He's awful."
"He's so awful." Brittany agrees, her hand dips under Santana's shirt and her fingers glide across the smooth warm skin of the small of her back.
"There was absolutely no interest from me, if you couldn't tell. But for some reason I didn't walk away right off the bat. I guess a part of me was still so scared of being alone. I was in a new place and I didn't know anyone else. As soon as I took the chance though I got out of the whole situation. I didn't even know he was still around until I saw him at the party the other night."
A frown forms across Santana's lips again. "Yeah, that was really unexpected."
"I know. I would have never imagined that happening but then again knowing my luck I should have expected something like that. I'm so sorry Santana."
The genuine remorse and sadness in Brittany's voice causes Santana to fully turn her eyes to look at her girlfriend, she strokes her fingers through blonde locks and shakes her head slowly before leaning down to plant a tender kiss against Brittany's forehead.
"Oh Britt, it's not your fault. Besides, we're over that and I think that we more than made up for things after the fact."
Brittany smiles in gratitude and nods in agreement before puckering her lips and seeking out a kiss from Santana's luscious lips, it doesn't take much for her to receive one.
They part a few minutes later on content sighs and Brittany's arms wrap tighter around Santana's waist as gentle fingers continue to thread through her hair and warm breath paints the skin of her temple.
"Walking away from your parents after they've treated you so wrong for so long Brittany, that's one of the bravest things I've ever heard of someone doing. I don't think I could do it." Santana murmurs softly a few seconds after the last of their conversation simmers out. Brittany's head snaps up and she gazes into brown eyes curiously.
"You're as strong as that Santana, you've been living perfectly fine on your own for years. You're the amazing and brave one, you're the reason I'm so much stronger."
Santana shakes her head and tilts down to kiss Brittany's lips in a soft chaste kiss.
"My parents didn't give me a choice, I don't know if I ever could have left if they hadn't forced me too."
Brittany suddenly kisses Santana with a blind passion, demonstrating everything she feels for the woman in her arms in a few seconds of blissful contact.
"Both of our parents are really really dumb Santana, that's why I'm happy I found you because now…" Brittany trails off momentarily, taking a moment to actually take a breath before she says what she wants to say next. "Now I can really focus on making a new life and family…with you."
The last words are hopeful, but in Santana's mind there's no need for them to be.
"I really like the sound of that Brittany." She says before kissing the soft pink lips in front of her.
As Brittany squeezes Santana closer to her, the kiss deepening when she dips her tongue into Santana's mouth, everything she went through in her life makes sense. Sometimes you have to go through the bad to get to the good.
But as quick as things turn passionate, Brittany finds Santana suddenly pulling back from their lip lock and gazing at her in inquiringly.
"Just to be safe though, there aren't any other exes that are suddenly going to pop up though right? Because I kind of want to just focus on you and me for, well, pretty much always."
Brittany smiles and starts to shake her head before the memory of her at that Santa Fe airport pops into her head. A blush covers her cheeks and she all too quickly turns sheepish.
Santana recognizes the look. It's the one that tells her Brittany had something important to tell her but it kind of maybe sort of just a little bit slipped her mind. Meticulous eyebrows slant in suspect over soft brown eyes.
Even more so when Brittany sucks her lips into her mouth and avoids eye contact.
"Babe?" Santana prompts, maintaining her patience even as thoughts drastically tumble through her mind.
She doesn't suspect it's anything horrible, because she trusts Brittany, but she also assumes she's not going to like it. She continues to watch in wonder as Brittany's eyes focus on picking at a nonexistent fray at the knee of Santana's leggings.
Finally, Brittany inhales deeply and her mouth drops open, rapid firing everything on the tip of her tongue.
"I may have ran into an old crush from high school, that I used to think the world of but now suddenly is nothing more than a nice person to me. She may have tried to kiss me," Brittany starts and upon seeing Santana's eyes widen and then fill with rage at her words she quickly continues, "but I didn't let her! I fell out of the car not letting her because she doesn't mean anything to me Santana. Only you mean something to me."
Brittany stops when Santana raises her fingers to her lips to silence her. It makes her heart stutter, in the bad way, because Santana has never cut her rambling off like that.
She always uses her lips. The use of the lips is a good thing.
She's not sure what the use of fingertips means, but Brittany hopes it's not a bad thing.
There are several moments of silence, ones where Santana appears to be contemplating everything that Brittany has just divulged to her. Her brow furrows and she huffs a few times. Brittany holds her breath.
When it seems like hours have passed, but is probably really more like a few minutes, Santana opens her mouth to speak.
"So this girl…"
"Megan Carmichael." Brittany provides without having to be questioned.
Santana nods, "Okay, this Megan Carmichael tried to kiss you but wasn't successful?"
Brittany whips her head up and down so fast there's a possibility for whiplash. "Not at all."
"Because you stopped her."
"Before she even got close."
"And then you fell out of the car?"
"Right out and onto the concrete in front of the airport."
"And then she?" Santana then queries, trying to get the whole occurrence figured out before she does anything that might be deemed irrational.
"She came over to help me and started apologizing because I guess she realized that I wasn't into her like that." Brittany says, Santana's eyes narrow and blue ones widen when Brittany realizes what she implied. "I'm not into her like that! And…and I told her as much."
"Okay," Santana says and then takes another deep breath. "What did you tell her?"
With a hand at the back of her neck trying to rub away the onslaught of nervousness, Brittany finally manages to explain.
"I told her that I'd already found the woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and that no matter what I wasn't ever going to risk losing that because nothing would ever even come close to comparing. I told her that I was in love with you and that I-"
A set of full lips pressing into her own immediately cuts off Brittany's explanation and Santana effectively stops her from saying anything else.
It's the kind of interruption that melts Brittany's heart, and she knows that things are all okay now.
"I told you that you are incredible Brittany Pierce. I love you so much for always saying such sweet things, I hope you know that I feel the same." Santana whispers against wet lips when she parts from her girlfriends.
Blue eyes, still cloudy from the surge of emotion consumed by the kiss and the feeling of warmth that surrounds her when Santana speaks about the future like that, blink once before brightening to match the smile on Brittany's face.
"I had a hunch." She tells the woman in her arms before they both lean in to kiss again.
It's not intentional when Brittany's hands slip further underneath Santana's shirt and snake up her back, okay maybe a little intentional, but she's not going to apologize for it. Not when Santana shifts on her lap to turn and face her, straddling her thighs and cupping her face in her hands as she moans into Brittany's mouth and strokes her tongue across the roof of her teeth.
It would be the perfect direction for such a conversation to take, but also right about the time that one of Brittany's hands falls onto one of Santana's soft, full breasts the front door bangs open and something close to a battle cry screech rings out through Santana's house.
"Santaaaaaaaaaaannnnaa!"
In the sudden and unexpectedness of the shout, Santana's teeth graze Brittany's bottom lip a little more forcefully than intended.
"Ow."
"Shit, baby, I'm so sorry!" Santana apologizes as she pulls back to look at the damage she's caused to her girl. Brittany pouts slightly to show her the lip, and Santana frowns. "Britt, I so did not mean to do that." She murmurs before tilting forward to press a soft kiss against the barely swollen skin of Brittany's lip.
"S'okay." Brittany starts to say before Reya appears in the entrance to the living room with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Ew, you two aren't going to have sex right there are you? Because I'm pretty sure you have a room for that and also, I'm in the house so please don't."
Brittany watches as Santana closes her eyes in that tell tale sign that she's holding back the rage before she glances over her shoulder at her sister.
"Why the hell did you come in here shouting my name like you were injured and in need of dire assistance and what gives you the right to tell me what I can or can't do anything in my own house? You do realize I'm letting you stay here since you got kicked out of college and essentially have no where else to go except for maybe the streets because you don't have a job and apparently can't support yourself!?"
Santana's rage has definitely come out to play. Brittany's eyes widen at her girlfriend's outburst and then glance towards the other Lopez in the room. She appears to be opening her mouth to protest but Brittany quickly shakes her head 'no' and begs her silently not to start.
Even though Reya glares back at her sister just as frighteningly, Brittany actually shudders a little at how similar their angry faces look, she bites her tongue and says no more. She may only be nineteen years old but she knows when enough is enough with her sister, especially in concerns to their exceptionally dysfunctional family.
With a huff she crosses her arms over her chest, "Fine, but don't expect me to always have something else to do."
Santana raises an eyebrow, "Fine, don't expect us to be quiet every time we want to have sex then."
Brittany's eyes widen even further at the competitive banter, and how each Lopez sister practically has her claws out in a scratching match.
She wraps her arms around Santana's waist, "It's okay babe, how about we go to bed San?" she inquires, knowing it's not too late but it's late enough they could at least go into Santana's bedroom and cuddle and talk some more if wanted. Or it could lead to other things, actually Brittany kind of hopes it does, but she needs to get Santana there first to calm her so it can happen.
Luckily, Santana melts into Brittany's embrace and complies, throwing one more glare in her sister's direction before allowing Brittany to scoop her up into her strong arms, releasing a squeal of delight as she does.
As Brittany carries Santana to the bedroom, blue eyes never stray from brown and when they get there, Brittany lays Santana gently on the bed and places another long sensual kiss on her lips before turning around. She's quick to shut and lock the door and turn on some mood music before she returns to the bed and climbs into it.
Her hands run over the length of Santana's body, touching every part she except for the one that she really missed and her lips press into the spot just below Santana's ear. Before either of them makes another move, Brittany's voice is husked into the atmosphere, sending shivers down Santana's spine.
"I told you I missed you baby and I'm going to show you just how much."
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As always you wonderful people! Thank you and I hope you enjoyed. Things are starting to pick up in progression no?
Okay the sort of depressing news: I just started a new job and it's spontaneous and hectic and leaves me with less time to write. I do however have a steady goal of getting this updated at least every week (every two when I start posting Cruise). I'll try my best to uphold that schedule.
Also, as anyone who has reviewed knows, I respond to every review. I think it's only fair that I do, since you took the time to read and review. However, in the coming updates I might not have as much time to do that. Just know that I fully appreciate each and every word that you leave. It's the nicest thing in the world to actually read what people think about my story (even if it's constructive!) So thank you, and until next time!
Shameless plug: If you missed it, I wrote a smutty Brittana!Football one shot set in the Gleeful verse (called Victory Dance) if you're looking for something fun to read!