Brittany and Santana found Mrs. Lopez kneeling in the grass, tending to a tomato plant in a large barrel container near the back patio.
"Quinn's coming over," Santana announced.
Maribel looked up at her and dipped her sunglasses down her nose. "Did Judy finally snap?"
"Sounds like it," Santana replied. "How would you know?"
"Ran into her at Target last weekend. She's quite…involved…in getting Quinn ready for college," Maribel explained with a smile.
"That's a really nice way of putting Judy's lost her damn mind," Santana smirked.
"It's because I think before I speak and I try not to judge too much. You should try it sometime," Maribel suggested.
"I do think before I speak, " Santana argued.
"Creative insults don't count sweetie," Maribel retorted. "Why don't you get some lunch ready for all of us and check on that cat. He's far too quiet for my liking."
Brittany and Santana made a plate of sandwiches and checked in on Lord Tubbington. They found him asleep in his new cat bed with the toy mouse tucked under his paw.
"Oh, I forgot his food in the car," Brittany said, closing the laundry room door and look for her keys.
"You can get it later, Britt. There's a bag of his food at the bottom of the pantry," Santana said, opening in the door and showing her.
Brittany turned, faced Santana, wrapped her arms around her next, and pulled her in for a warm, soft, kiss.
"Mmmm, so I should feed your cat more often?" Santana teased, as they pulled apart.
"You're so thoughtful," Brittany smiled, ignoring Santana's comment.
"I can be really, really thoughtful," Santana smirked and drew Brittany in for another kiss.
"Love the matinee ladies," Quinn complimented. "What do you have planned for the evening show," she teased.
"Ever think of knocking Fabray?" Santana complained as she pulled away from Brittany's embrace. Brittany held onto Santana and kept an arm around her waist.
"You said the door was open, so I opened it!" Quinn dismissed her dropping her purse on the couch and closing the front door. "Not my fault you're making out in the middle of the room," Quinn smirked.
"We made sandwiches," Brittany smiled. "You hungry?"
"Starving actually," Quinn admitted.
Santana turned to lead them into the kitchen, when Brittany slapped her ass.
Santana jumped, but didn't turn around. Brittany could see her ears turn red. Quinn grinned over at Brittany and gave her a high five. Santana grabbed a sandwich and turned to them. She took a bite and stared as she chewed it.
"That…" Santana swallowed "…was inappropriate high five-ing Quinn. So screw you. And Brittany, please don't spank me in public," she tried to be stern, but it came out more whiney.
"Quinn's not public Santana. We're in our house, so that rule doesn't count," Brittany argued. "And that wasn't a spank, it was a playful slap. Spankings only for special occ…"
Quinn slapped her hand over Brittany's mouth as Santana's eyes bulged.
"TMI Britt. Really, really TMI," Quinn explained, her hand still over Brittany's mouth. Brittany nodded and Quinn pulled her hand away.
Santana looked at her girlfriend in disbelief, but didn't say anything. Santana opened the refrigerator door to get a drink, and Brittany threw a wink and a smirk at Quinn when Santana wasn't looking. Brittany loved teaming up with Quinn to pick on Santana. It was one of her favorite parts of being friends with Quinn.
"So Santana, where's your Mom?" Quinn asked.
"Outside gardening," Santana replied, sipping her drink.
"She eat yet?"
Santana shrugged.
Quinn rolled her eyes and shook her head, grabbed a plate and a sandwich and walked straight out the back door. Santana followed her, and kicked herself for not bringing her mother lunch, now that Quinn is showing off her "good daughter" routine. Their battle of "one upping" each other never ended, and Santana never wanted it to. Even it it's been reduced to placating parents and teasing each other.
"I didn't know you gardened," Quinn asked Mrs. Lopez as she leaned down to deliver Maribel's lunch. "New hobby?"
"Nice to see you Quinn. You look good," Maribel smiled and took the sandwich. "I took it up last summer. It's cheaper than therapy, and you get tomatoes."
"You think you need therapy?" Quinn asked.
"You've met my daughter, haven't you?" Maribel laughed and winked over at Santana.
"What is this, 'pick on Santana day? No me gusta," she huffed.
"Awww, come here honey, I'll make it all better," Brittany cooed as she wrapped her arms around Santana's waist and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips.
Santana reciprocated, then squirmed away. "You're just as guilty," she admonished. "You're in the dog house as far as I'm concerned."
"That'll last, what, an hour, tops?" Maribel asked Quinn.
"I give it five minutes," Quinn smirked.
Santana threw up her hands in surrender. "What is it with you guys today?" Santana complained.
Brittany looked over at her and pouted. Santana's face softened.
"Never mind, she's out of the doghouse," Quinn stated and strolled over to sit in a lawn chair.
Santana grimaced and stuck her tongue out at Quinn. Quinn quickly returned the childish insult and giggled.
Brittany, Santana and Quinn spent the afternoon sunning themselves in the back yard. They traded Cosmo, Glamour and Elle magazines and gossip about fellow Glee club members. Brittany filled Quinn in on her grandmother, and her parents' trip to New Mexico. They talked a little about summer school. Quinn and Brittany made plans to meet up Monday afternoon to review Chemistry before classes started in a week. Santana and Brittany peppered Quinn with questions about Yale and how her physical therapy was progressing.
Quinn looked at her watch. "Crap, I've got to get going," she sighed.
""Why? We're ordering take-out tonight. Stay," Santana suggested.
"Can't. Mom's trying to spend every minute with me before I go to Yale. Home for dinner," Quinn grumbled.
"How about we come over tomorrow?" Brittany asked. "That way, your Mom gets you at home, but we're there to keep her off your back."
"Genius Britt," Santana praised.
"You girls are the best," Quinn grinned. "Yes. After lunch?"
"We'll be there," Santana smiled.
/
After dinner, Brittany let Lord Tubbington out of the laundry room and he immediately found the food dish in the kitchen
"He stays in the kitchen and laundry room tonight, Brittany," Maribel warned. "And every night. He can come out when we're home, but that's it. That leather sofa is not about to have claw marks in it."
"Got it Mrs. L," Brittany said with a serious salute.
Brittany and Santana went upstairs to Santana's room and Mrs. Lopez collapsed on the couch for an evening of TV.
Santana and Brittany settled on Santana's bed and snuggled up with her laptop. They spent a couple hours commenting on their friends' Facebook pages, listening to music and watching YouTube videos. After the 20th LOLCat video, Santana needed a break. She put Wall-E into the DVD player on her laptop, and they began to watch. Halfway through the movie, they heard a knock at the door.
Santana expected the door to open quickly after the knock, but there was nothing.
"That's new," Santana whispered. "Come in!" she called.
Mrs. Lopez opened the door slowly and poked her head in. She saw Brittany curled up to Santana and the glow of the laptop illuminating their faces.
"I'm headed to bed," she informed them. "Don't forget the rules…"
"Were meant to be broken?" Santana smirked.
Brittany gave Santana a nudge.
"Don't worry Mama," Santana answered sincerely.
"Don't forget; grocery store tomorrow. Goodnight girls," Maribel smiled and closed the door again.
Brittany and Santana resumed watching the movie. When Wall-E and Eve started dancing in the space, Brittany tightened her grip around Santana's waist and kissed her neck. "Dance with me," she whispered.
Santana closed her eyes and closed her laptop and a smile crept across her lips.
She got up and pulled Brittany with her. She let go of Brittany just to turn on her iPod dock and scrolled to find a song. As "Come Away with Me" crooned out of the speakers, Brittany drew Santana to her and they began slow dancing in Santana's bedroom.
Brittany drew light circles with her fingers on Santana's back, and Santana sank in to her.
"Thank you," Brittany whispered in her ear.
"I'd do anything for you, you know that," Santana replied, pulling just far enough away to look into Brittany's eyes.
Brittany gave a tight-lipped smile, and sighed. "You and your family letting me stay here…like this…it's just…"
Santana stopped her with a gentle kiss.
""it's nothing," Santana cooed, and kissed her again.
"It's everything," Brittany said against Santana's lips and returned to kissing her.
They continued to sway, and kiss and Santana's hands moved slowly up Brittany's sides to the underside of her breasts.
"Saaaannnn," Brittany warned, between kisses.
"This isn't sex," Santana reasoned as her hands slid over Brittany's breasts and lightly squeezed.
Brittany moaned into Santana's mouth and deepened the kiss. Her hands slid into Santana's back pockets and pulled her into her. Santana slid a thigh in between Brittany's legs and pressed into her.
"It's gonna be really soon," Brittany gasped into Santana's ear, kissing down the side of her neck and sucking on her pulse point.
"You want me to stop," Santana teased as she nudged her thigh into Brittany.
"God no," Brittany replied, and kissed Santana hard.
The iPod changed songs to Poe's "Fingertips". Brittany and Santana were fully clothed and their hips were fully grinding into each other. Aside from the music, all they could hear was their own breaths and gasps.
"Your Mom…" Brittany breathed.
"Don't bring her into this Britt," Santana scolded as she pulled at Brittany's bra under her shirt.
"But…"
"No. It's not sex if we keep our clothes on," Santana reasoned.
"It is if one of us comes," Brittany argued, trying to keep a clear mind with Santana's hand gripping her ass and grabbing her breast. "And I'm halfway there."
"Fuck," Santana
"Yes please, but not here," Brittany pulled away with a smirk. "Come on."
Brittany took Santana's hand and led her quietly out of the bedroom, down the stairs and to the back door.
"Wait, are we going to your house? We need keys, and shoes, and…"
"I can't wait that long, can you?" Brittany whispered as she led Santana out onto the back patio.
Brittany dragged Santana to the patio lounge chair and pulled her on top of her.
"Genius Britt," Santana praised as she settled herself between Brittany's legs.
"Less talking more touching," Brittany almost growled. She unbuttoned her own shorts, grabbed Santana's hand and shoved it down her pants.
Santana grinned as she kissed Brittany and began to stroke her up and down.
Brittany unbuttoned Santana's shorts and slid her hand into Santana's underwear.
Santana almost immediately lost her concentration and rhythm.
Brittany whined, mostly because Santana's hand got sloppy, but also because she couldn't reciprocate for Santana that well either. Her free hand gripped Santana's hip and pulled Santana tighter against her. Grinding with the help of each other's hands would do just fine. She was too wet and turned on to stop and take turns or take their time. Santana got the hint and pressed her face into the crook of Brittany's neck. Brittany's hot breath and stifled moans in Santana's ear spurred her on more, grinding faster and harder. It took Brittany less than a minute to let out a broken cry into Santana's ear and stiffen underneath her. Santana paused, but only for a few moments, because she was so close to coming herself. She resumed thrusting on Brittany's hand, as Brittany flinched through her aftershocks. Brittany felt the pinch of Santana biting down on her shoulder as Santana jerked and let out a high-pitched squeak when she came just seconds later.
Brittany slipped her hand out of Santana's pants and winced at her stiff arm and her wrist that was rubbed red from Santana's zipper. She didn't care. She was too sated and exhausted; still buzzing from her orgasm. Santana watched from the corner of her eye, catching her breath, as Brittany sucked her fingers into her mouth, cleaning them off and letting out a hum as she tasted her. Santana let out her own grateful hum, watching her girlfriend. She sat up just enough to mirror Brittany's actions and put on a little teasing show. Santana took her time licking off her fingers as Brittany watched. Brittany gently pulled Santana's hand away and pulled her down into slow deep kiss and swallowed the taste of each other.