Santana woke to Max kicking her in the side as he wiggled in his sleep. Both Hopelyn and Remi had also sprawled out in ways that made going back to sleep impossible. Of course Brittany slept like an angel unbothered by the whole thing. Uncomfortable and grumpy Santana dragged herself out from under the pile of miss-matched limbs and got up.
The clock read five thirty in the morning causing Santana to groan loudly. There was still a dull ache pulsing between Santana's thighs left by Brittany the night before. Max could have waited five minutes, but instead her wife had left her high and dry. Worse, she had said "he's my baby." Max was Santana's son just as much as he was Brittany's, just because she wanted to get off first didn't mean she loved the little boy any less.
Santana knew her grumpy internal rant was more from being horny and sleepy, then anything else, but that didn't mean her feelings weren't still hurt. Grabbing a smutty romance book, she made her way down into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee before sitting at the island and reading.
An hour and a half later Max and Remi trudged down stairs rubbing the sleep from their eyes.
"Morning." She mumbled engrossed in a particularly steamy scene between the devilishly good-looking knight and a virgin princess.
"M'ning." The boys grumbled back half awake
"Mommy, said you were making us breakfast." Max whined.
"Hmm? No, I was reading, but I'll make you something. What do you want?"
"Can we have waffles with strawberries, Ma?" Remi asked taking a seat next to Santana.
Santana saved her place and took a sip of her second cup of coffee, before digging through the fridge to start breakfast.
"Where's Hope?" Santana asked as she chopped up the strawberries for their breakfast.
"She's still sleeping in your bed. Mom's already told her to get up twice. She said if Hope's not up by the time she gets out of the shower she's going to instagram her baby pictures for all her friends in New York to see, with the phone she's already had taken away." Remi snickered.
Santana smirked Brittany would actually do it too. To be a modern parent you had to keep up with the times. She put the frozen waffles into the toaster, waited for them to pop up, before buttering them and put two more in. She sprinkled a little powered sugar and the strawberries on top.
"Go sit at the table. The point of moving to Lima was to be more of a family. Families eat at the table." Santana swatted at the two, who climbed off the stools and headed toward the dinning room. She made a large stake knowing Remi would eat half of them himself. Thankfully Max was still small so he didn't need to eat nearly as much as his brother.
She set the plates down for them and went to grab her book and coffee before taking a seat next to Max. She resumed her book as they ate. Several minutes later they heard the water from the shower click off and as if on cue, the dull pounding of Hopelyn running down the stairs so not to be caught.
"Morning!" She said out of breath. Her blonde hair sat a ratted mess on her head.
"Mhmm, there's more waffles in the toaster. The rest is on the counter." Santana muttered as she remained focused on her book. Hopelyn dashed off to the kitchen to fix her plate before returning and taking a seat across from Santana.
"What are you reading?" She asked noisily lifting the back of Santana's book to read the title. "It that a trashy romance novel?" she laughed.
"It's none of your business. Eat your breakfast." Santana snapped pointing at the plate in front of her daughter.
Hope's eyes lit up, smelling gossip in the air.
"Are you and mom fighting? You only read those when she's making you sleep on the couch-" she hissed, giddy with the drama of it all.
"What—that's not true." Santana protested looking up from the book with her mouth hanging a little open. It always amazed her just how much her kids actually picked up on between her and Brittany.
"What's not true?" Brittany asked entering the kitchen dressed for the day. Her golden hair hung wet around her shoulders.
"That you and mami are fighting, which was why she was down here reading one of those trashy books you hate so much." Hope grinned taking a big bite of her waffles, while Santana glared at her. Traitor.
Brittany walked behind her wife and plucked the book from her hand to read the title before giving it back. She leaned in to give her a good morning peck and walked off to make breakfast for herself.
"Why would we be fighting and I don't hate them, I just-erm prefer the real thing." Remi and Hope both cringed and made a face, but it was Brittany's tone that spoke volumes to Santana. She knew Santana was upset with her and it was true she hated when Santana read romance novels, but there was no reason for their kids to know about the small petty things that didn't really matter.
"I am a twenty-nine year old woman. If I want to read a romance book or two that's my business, not yours. When you're twenty-nine you can read what ever you want too." Santana groused, not liking the way she had been called out in front of everyone.
Brittany returned and plucked Santana's coffee from her other hand, knowing she probably had way too much already and replaced it with a cup of tea.
"Baby, you're forty-three and you don't look a day over thirty-one." Brittany said kissing Santana's cheek as her wife glared around at her, which turned into Santana checking out Brittany's butt.
"Is that suppose to make me feel better?-Which brings me to another point I wanted to make." Santana turned back to face her kids. "Tonight everyone sleeps in their own bed, no but's about it."
"But. But. But..I don't like it..." Max whined.
"Max, don't start. You're a big boy. You have Mr. Red Patches, Teddy, and a night-lite. Mommy and I will make sure that there's nothing under your bed, along with all the other bed time things, but you're sleeping in your own room." Santana warned the little boy.
Max folded his arms and pouted, but it did him little good.
"Mami and Mommy just don't want you in there because they don't want you to know they're asking the stork for a new baby, because you're defective." Hopelyn hissed into her brothers ear.
"HOPELYN! Why would you say that?" Santana scolded. "Go upstairs and get dressed. You're done eating and say sorry to your brother."
"...Sorry..." She sneered with an unapologetic smile as she got up from the table.
"Max—baby don't listen to her. She's just being mean." Santana said giving the little boy a kiss. "Remi, take your brother upstairs with you and make sure he gets dressed. I'll be up in a minute."
The kids reluctantly did as they were told and trudged off. Santana took a sip of her coffee only to realize it was no longer coffee. She sighed and drank the more mild liquid without fuss before Brittany returned with her own breakfast.
"So I'm guessing you're still upset about last night." she asked taking a seat right next to Santana. "Want to talk about it?"
Santana closed her tiered eyes for a moment.
"It's not the sex part that bothered me, sure that part made me mad at the time, but it's what you said. You made it sound like I don't care or that I was being selfish for wanting to finish what we were doing first. Our kids are smart. Max knows he can get his way with a few crocodile tears. I don't mind the kids in our bed every once in a while, but last night I really wanted to just curl up next to you and cuddle until we fell asleep. Instead I wake up at five to Max kicking me in the ribs and the other two leaving no room. I had to get up. Plus I'm still horny from last night so I grabbed a book." Santana concluded her explanation by stealing a bite of Brittany's toast.
"San you know I didn't mean it that way. Maybe I should be a stricter parent, but Max is just so—special. He's our last baby and I feel like before we know it, he'll be in high school. I just want him to say my little baby forever. Hearing him cry, just gets to me. I know you're right and I'm sorry about last night, I just couldn't help it." Brittany spoke softly pushing her eggs around her plate.
"I get it Britt, I feel the same way about him too. If we were a few years younger, I'd say lets have another. Max is very special, he's going to grow up to be a genius like his mommy, but he can't stay a baby forever no matter how much we wish it." Santana took Brittany's hand and gave it a small squeeze.
Brittany brought their hands to her lips and placed a small sweet kiss on each of Santana's knuckles. It never ceased to amaze her just how much Santana got her. She always had the smartest things to say, which made Brittany's heart dance.
"I know. How about I take Remi and Hope to McKinley and you take Max to Jefferson. Since we both don't start work till later this week I'll arrange a nice romantic lunch date for us, if you don't mind stopping at the grocery store on your way back home." Brittany let go of Santana's hand and ran her nails along Santana's knee making the older woman smile and roll her eyes.
"It's not fair for you to use my weaknesses against me. You know them all." Santana fought back a wide smile. Brittany laughed and leaned forward catching her wife's lips in her own. Upstairs there was a loud bang and the sound of kids yelling at one another. 'So much for a quiet moment' Santana thought privately.
"You better go take care of that. I'll get dressed." She said softly still savoring the taste of Brittany on her lips.
Remi
Remi James Pierce was a tall handsome boy with dark thick hair that always stayed perfectly styled. His chest was broad and his arms were strongly built from years of working out for football. He was the Santana's first child and it seemed that he had inherited nearly all of her charm and features. However often he'd be reminded that his personality and his raw talent for athletics came from Brittany. At school he had always been the good-guy golden boy. The kid who played sports, got good grades, and had all the girls dying for a date. Yet it wasn't until he turned sixteen that he had actually began to really notice girls and realize he was truly Santana's son.
Remi loved girls. He loved them a lot. Everything about the way the looked, walked, talked, and dressed caught his attention. As far as standards went, he really didn't have any. At his old school he had dated at least half the girls in his grade and then some, gaining the reputation as a bit of a player.
There wasn't a whole lot Remi could complain about when it came to his life that is until his Mami lost her shit ,thanks to his punk ass sister, and moved them to the middle of no where.
"Alright listen you guys," His mom said from the front seat of her car "This is a new school for you, filled with new people. I want you both to really try to make this work. If you don't want to do it for yourselves then keep in mind I know over half the teachers in this place as well as the principal. If you put one toe out of line, I will know and there will be trouble."
Brittany wasn't as good of a disciplinarian as Santana was, she didn't have the same boiling anger inside her the way Santana did. She didn't yell very often, but on the off-chance she did get truly angry, it was terrifying.
Hopelyn rolled her eyes and exited the car.
"R.J. Please keep and eye on her ." Brittany asked a little softer.
Remi leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek, knowing it would make her happy.
"Sure thing, mom." He grinned before getting out of the car.
He waved, watching her drive away, before putting his game face on. First rule to entering a new school, make sure everyone knows you're the shit.
"Hope! Wait for me." He jogged to catch up with his little sister. "Alright, so I know you're not use to this, but I've switched schools before. Just stay close and we'll be popular before lunch."
"Who says I want to be brainless and popular oaf like you." Hopelyn growled. "I've got to go I'm going to be late for home room. Try not to embarrass me to much." with another roll of her eyes she stormed off down a narrow hallways.
Remi watched her go not knowing what to do. Being hot and popular always worked for him and it could work for her too, but he wasn't about to push is little sister into being someone she wasn't. That being said he wasn't about to let her drag him down ether.
He pulled his schedule out of his pocket and found his locker, before heading to class. The room wasn't too hard to find. It was your typical Spanish classroom decorated with posters of Mexico, verbs, and various hispanic clothing which were mildly offensive.
"Good morning everyone, how was your weekend?" A chipper looking man strolled into the classroom with his teachers bag and poorly styled curly hair. His eyes seemed tiered but the kind of tiered you didn't mind so much. He positive energy filled the room. His light eyes fell on Remi with a look of delight. "It seems we have a new student. What's your name and where are you from?"
"I'm Remi James Pierce, most of my friends just call me Remi or R.J. And I'm from New York." He fought the urge to sink down in his seat and hide as everyone looked at him. Instead he put on a cocky charming grin for them to see.
"Pierce...You wouldn't happen to be related to Santana and Brittany Pierce would you?" The teacher asked seeming even more excited than before.
"Uh...yea. They're my moms."
"Wait, did you just say 'moms'? As in you have two?" Someone in the back of the room asked.
"Yea, they're lesbians. What of it?" Remi challenged turning around to look at the boy who spoke. The kid was about three heads shorter than Remi with no muscle what so ever. He posed no threat and backed down the moment he saw the size of Remi's arms.
"I knew your parents when they went to school here. Santana was a handful and Brittany was-something else, but they turned out to be wonderful people. I had no idea they moved back to Lima. I'm happy to hear it. It's good to have you. Tell them that Mr. Shue says hi alright?"
"Will do sir." Remi said turning back to the front with a proud smile.
Max
Max stood by Santana clutching her leg tight and hiding his face in her pants as she spoke to the first grade teacher outside. His mom ran her fingers lightly through his untamed hair as she spoke.
"-He's just being shy, I wanted to speak to you in private before class started. Max is a little special. We noticed he's been having a little trouble with his reading and he gets frustrated about it when everyone around him is understanding something he isn't. We're working on it with him at home, but if you could just keep in mind that he needs a bit more patients than most that would be wonderful. It's something his mom really struggled with when she was growing up and we don't want him to fall behind the way that she did." Santana said softly to the older woman.
Max didn't like the look of his new soon to be teacher. She looked old and mean. He could tell by the wrinkles around her eyes. They weren't smile wrinkles like the kind his abuelo had, they were mean angry wrinkles like a dinosaur or some other scary monster. She didn't seem nice and friendly like Miss. Reagan had.
"Oh one more thing, Max has a—uh-special invisible friend named Mr. Red Patches. My wife and I had decided to indulge him in this. We're from a more creative background and we'd like for Max to feel as though he can use his imagination safely. We know he'll eventually grow out of it. So if he's in the corner playing by himself it usually helps to just encourage him to play with the other kids and bring his friend along with him."
Max tugged on Santana's pants wanting her attention. Without hesitating she excused herself and sank down to his level to speak with him.
"Yes, baby?" She said softly holding his tiny frame in her hands.
"I don't want to go, she looks like a witch and she's going to eat me." Max whimpered hugging Santana so tight her heart turned to mush. It had always been hardest for Santana to let her children leave the nest. She was always the one to turn into a ball of tears as they walked off.
"Shhh, I know baby. She does seem pretty evil to me too, but your mommy and I put magic in your breakfast this morning. It's witch repellent. It'll keep her from eating you. All you have to worry about today is going to class, having fun, and making new friends. She's not going to hurt you. I promise and if she does mommy and I will pull you right out of her stomach like in little red riding hood okay?" Max's mami gave him an extra big squeeze and kissed his face all over.
"Ahem" coughed the evil witch teacher. Santana stood up and guided Max through the door.
"I'll come to pick you up the second class is over baby." Santana said nudging him inside the room. He could see a tear or two in her eye.
"No, mami! I don't want you to go!" Max began to sniffle and chase after her as she left, but the dino-witch blocked his way.
"Max, go take your seat." She said in a stern voice.
"Max, take your seat." She repeated when he didn't listen right away.
Tentatively he turned and looked around at the other kids who were staring at him.
"Can anyone show Max to his seat?"
"I can!" yelled a tall red-headed girl near the window. She raised her hand as high in the air as she could.
"Amanda." The teacher called on her. The girl stood and bound her way over to Max, which made him want to hide. He was never very good at meeting new people and there were a lot of new people.
"Hi Max, I'm Amanda. Your desk is going to be right next to mine." She held out her hand for him to take. Her smile seemed nice enough, but Max turned to ask Mr. Patches. When the cat nodded, he took her hand and was lead over to the empty desk across from the pretty red-headed girl.
"Alright, today we're going to start the day off with numbers. Who can tell me what comes after one hundred and thirty-four?"
Max swallowed and closed his eyes trying to picture what 'one hundred and thirty four' would look like. Instead his head filled with rows and row of bunnies. It was a common problem that always left him angry and confused.
"Jack?"
"One hundred and thirty-five."
"Very good."
"What comes after five hundred and twelve? Max."
"Uh..." Max could feel his own little heart start to race. He looked to Mr. Patches, but he didn't know and everyone was watching him again. All he could think of was bunnies, lots and lots of bunnies, so he guessed. "Um …..ten."
The classroom erupted with laughter, except for Amanda who gave him a sad smile. Max wanted to run away and hide under the covers of his Spiderman bed sheets. Instead he simply hung his head and stared at his desk. The teacher didn't call on him much after that. Only to remind him to pay attention when Mr. Red Patches was distracting him from listening.
At break the teacher, Mrs. Calvin dismissed everyone to go out side and play. Max wasn't really in the mood, but he followed behind the other students out onto the playground. He took a seat on the wall and gave his kitten friend a good scratch behind the ears.
"Maybe when we get home Mommy will let us have some ice cream because today isn't a very good day." He whispered to the invisible cat.
"Who are you talking to?"
Max looked up to see Amanda staring down at him. Afraid to say something that might get him laughed at, Max just shrugged. The little girl adjusted her dress and took a seat in front of him with a smile.
"I'm not going to make fun of you if you tell me." She said softly.
"It's just my cat. His name is Mr. Red Patches, but you can just call him Patches. He's not very friendly though, which is why he wont let other people see him." Max said as though it were the moth obvious thing in the world. Amanda nodded along.
"I had a friend like that once. She was a duck though. One day she flew away and never came back. I don't remember her name, but I know she's somewhere helping another kid make friends." She smiled and Max felt embarrassed.
"Th-thank you for not making fun of me today. The teacher kinda looks like a scary dinosaur witch and sometimes when I try to say answers my head fills up with bunnies and I can't remember very well."
"You're cute." Amanda giggled. Most little boys would have probably pushed her and insisted that she take back such an offensive comment, but Max had never been raised to fear girls or crushes. After all he saw his moms swoon over each other every day.
"Th-thank you. I like your hair." Max said with a shy smile.
"Hey new kid! Catch!" Jack Davis who had answered almost all the teachers questions correctly in class tossed a big red cherry ball in their direction, which caused Amanda and Max to duck. The red ball slammed hard against the wall where Max's head had been and bounced back. The group of boys who had played with the ball laughed and returned to their game, however Jack had other plans.
He marched over to where Max and Amanda sat talking and grabbed the girl's hand.
"Why are you even talking to him, he's weird. My mom said his mom aren't natural. They don't even go to church. You should come play with us." He tugged at the girl's arm.
"No. Go away. We're having fun." Amanda insisted yanking her arm back from the mean boy.
"He's not even smart. You saw him in class talking to his imaginary friend. I bet he doesn't even know what two plus two is." Jack sneered folding his arms.
At this Max stood up.
"I do so know what two plus two is and Patches is real. You're just mean. Go away!" He yelled giving the boy a shove. Angered by this Jack pushed Max back hard, knocking him to the ground. Hot tear burned in Max's eyes, but he wasn't going to give up. His big brother taught him better than to just let people push you around.
"You guys stop it!" Amanda yelled.
Max shot up from the ground and tackled the other little boy, biting and hitting until Jack was the one crying. It didn't take long for Mrs. Calvin to rush over and pull Max off the sobbing boy.
"Max William Pierce this is unacceptable behavior. You're going right to the principles office and calling home. Now march!"
Hopelyn
Hopelyn slumped down in the back of the classroom pulling her hoody up over her head, hoping everyone would just pretend they didn't see her. It was easier to get along unnoticed. She pulled out her note-book and began drawing since she didn't have anything else to keep her entertained. As she doodled more students began to file into the room. She could see them out of the corner of her eye, but chose not to speak. She could feel their eyes watching her and hear them whispering. It was nothing new to the young angry blonde. At her old school the kids would whisper and talk about her behind her back too, why she thought Lima would be different was a mystery.
"I know you." Said a voice Hopelyn didn't recognize. Glancing up she noticed a tall girl with light brown hair and delicate make-up was staring down at her in a floral print dress. She sat with her ankles crossed on top of a nearby desk with a smug little smirk. "You're the girl from the swing set the other day. Your parents are the lesbians who moved in down the street right?"
Hopelyn scoffed and chose not to answer. While New York had been very progressive there had been the off moments when bigoted people tried to give their two cents about their little modern family, Hopelyn had found it easiest not to say anything. They generally went away after a while. However, when the girl hopped off the desk and sat right in front of her, Hope realized it wasn't going to be that easy.
"What's the matter? Do you not know how to speak? Aren't you like—adopted or something? That must be strange, being taken in off the streets by a gay family. Do you even remember your real parents? Did they like—beat you or something?" The girl asked leaning in curiously. One flick of her eyes and Hopelyn saw the rest of the class leaning in waiting for answers to the questions they all most certainly had.
"Were you dropped on your head as a baby-or something" Hopelyn mocked. "Because that's the only reason I can think of for someone to ask such stupid questions. Of course I know how to speak, I just don't want to speak to you. No, I'm not adopted. There's this magic thing called science, you can actually use in-vitro to make babies now, go figure. Tell me, what's it like to be uneducated? I'm dying to know." She said with a sarcastic glare.
The class began to chuckle at her witty attitude, but the girl in front of her didn't seem nearly amused. Instead she brushed the wrinkles from her skirt and waited for the room to grow quiet.
"Well aren't you the cleaver one. I bet that worked for you at whatever rock you crawled out from under, but I can see right through your alternative grunge rocker make up, to what's really going on."
"I don't know what you mean." Hopelyn shot back as she began to feel uneasy.
"I'd think it would be obvious. You're clearly a dyke, just like your dyke parents. I mean your mom likes girls and your brothers like girls...Aren't gays always going on about how it's not a choice. You're just born that way, right?" the girl sneered.
Hopelyn's mouth hung open as she tried to wrap her head around the pure ignorance she was facing. Had it been her old school she might have grabbed the girl's hair or smacked her in the face, but she had promised her moms that she would do better. If she got into a fight on the first day of class there would be no end to the hell she would receive. Besides, it wasn't like they ever listened long enough to let her explain anyway.
Just as she had formed a proper argument the teacher strolled in and began first period. The girl who answered to the name of Jessica Davis moved to the front of class, where she sat gloating.
The rest of the morning trudged along with little trouble, however by the time lunch came around half the school was talking about the Pierce siblings. Thanks to Jessica and her shit, most everyone assumed that she was a lesbian just like her moms, while Remi was living the high life as promised.
Hope looked around the cafeteria for someplace quiet to sit, when she spotted her older brother sitting at a table full of jocks in their Letterman's jackets. Swallowing her pride she walked over and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hope, what's up—what are you doing over here?" He asked eying her suspiciously. They weren't exactly close when it came to being brother and sister, but she didn't have many other options.
"Can I talk to you for a second alone?" She whispered not wanting to be over heard.
"Uh, can it wait? I'm talking to the guys about the football team. It's kind of important." Remi asked sympathetically.
"Ugh, forget it." Hopelyn huffed turning on her heel and storming off with her lunch tray still in her hands. 'Remi was one of them anyway, what would he understand?' she thought to herself. Frustrated and upset Hopelyn had lunch in the girls locker room where no one would bother her.
McKinley was turning out to be just like Saint Mathew's all over again, only with stupid country bumpkins as the bullies.
Angrily Hopelyn threw her tray against the wall a buried her face in her hands. Why was it so hard to fit in?
Santana kicked the door closed with her foot as she struggled to bring in all the groceries on Brittany's list all at once.
"Babe, home!" she called
Brittany jogged down the hall to help.
"Woah! Britt-" Santana gawked at Brittany, sliding her sun glasses to the top of her head to have a better look. The fit middle-aged blonde wore a black bikini top and a pair of shorty shorts. Brittany blushed and grabbed several of the bags. "I thought we were doing a romantic lunch not a hot trip to the beach, not that I'm complaining."
"We are. I thought we could do a nice everything salad, open a bottle of campaign, and make use of our new jacuzzi in the back yard. I've already got it all heated up. We just need the salad." Brittany grinned, which made Santana feel fuzzy all over. Setting the bags down in the kitchen she walked over to the woman and wrapped her arms around her neck.
"That sounds perfect." She smiled closing her eyes and pressing her lips to Brittany's.
"Mmm...go get changed before I decide to have you for lunch instead." She gave Santana's ass a small smack as she dashed off upstairs to change.
When Santana returned the campaign was poured and the salad bowl was ready.
"So how did it go with Max this morning?" Brittany asked as they ate.
"It went alright. He was scared of his new teacher, which I think was fair. She's a bitch. I'm not sure her class is right for him, but we'll see. He started crying when I left." She pouted at Brittany.
"Oh, that must have been hard. You always hate the first day of school."Brittany sympathized.
They talked a while longer as they finished up their lunch. Brittany poured a second round in their glasses as she kicked off her shorts. Santana was already soaking in a nice little spot with the jets running when Brittany stepped in and swam over passing her the next glass. Taking a sip and then setting it a side, Santana brought Brittany in to her body wanting to kiss her beautiful wife senseless.
Brittany straddled her lap and rested her head on Santana's shoulder, just enjoying the feeling of the bubbling water surrounding them and having her be so close.
"How were Remi and Hope?" Santana asked running her fingers lightly up and down Brittany's spine. For a second she thought she saw something flicker over by the far fence, but soon became distracted by her wife's gentle touch.
"Lets not talk about the kids right now." She whispered, cupping Santana's cheek and sensually kissed her. Santana gasped a little, but kissed back with matching passion. She held tight to the blonde's hips as the jets bubbled around them as they made out. Brittany's hands slipped between them and found their way to Santana's breasts as she trailed steamy kisses along the Latina's neck.
"Britt.." Santana murmured breathlessly. Although it wasn't as frequent as it use to be, sex between them was still as hot as ever.
She opened her eyes for a second, only to catch a flicker of something again.
"Britt." She said again this time more seriously. "I think there's someone watching us over by the fence."
"So let them watch. It's kinda hot." Brittany smirked taking Santana's ear between her teeth.
"What? No. Britt, make them go away. I don't want to be the sexual fantasy of all our repressed male neighbors." Santana whined. With a loud sigh Brittany pulled back and hopped out of the tub and marched over to the eight foot fence.
"Hey, who ever you are if you want to come over and join us you're more than welcome. The door is unlocked." Brittany shouted. They could hear someone practically trip over themselves as they ran back inside their house. Brittany waited for a moment before walking back over to the hot tub.
Just as she was about to step in the house phone ran. Santana groaned and sank down into the jacuzzi in frustration as Brittany went inside to answer. Several moments later she returned with a strange look on her face.
"Britt, what's the matter? Is everything okay?" Santana asked sitting up in the tub.
"Max is being sent home for fighting. Apparently he hit another little boy and bit him." Brittany said with a suddenly exhausted tone.
"What? You're kidding! Max has never done anything remotely violent before. Are they sure it was the right kid?" Santana asked climbing out of the tub.
"Oh I'm sure. I just spoke to him on the phone and he said he did it. On the good side he at least sounds sorry. They want us to come pick him up, though." Brittany said passing Santana a towel.
"Christ...alright. Sexy time is going to have to wait until later tonight." Santana mumbled switching off the hot tub and locking the gate.
"We'll have some alone time soon, baby. Just you and me, promise." Brittany said pecking Santana's cheek as they made their way upstairs to their bedroom to change.
"I just really hope Lima was a good choice."
A/n-Sorry for the long wait. My computer keeps crashing and deleting my work. I've also been working like crazy and I'm about to get a second job. I'm currently working on all my stories (including UTVE). Updates are just going to be slower then they were last year because I need to be a real adult for a change. Smooth update is almost done. I'm hoping to finish it tomorrow or sometime this up-coming week. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think in the comments. Also this wont be a super long fic. Maybe 10 chapters total. Hope you're ready for more angst to come. Love -Grace.