I couldn't help but to update. All of the awesome reviews encouraged me to write another chapter. This chapter is more charged than the others, so it might be hard to read depending on your history. So let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
Triggers: Molestation, Rape
The heat of the summer was beginning to be too much for the girls. They sat in Santana's living room watching cartoons, in the warm atmosphere.
"Santana, is the air on?" Brittany whined.
"It doesn't feel like it. Let me go check." Santana made her way over to the thermostat in the hall.
Brittany laughed at the TV, pointing with one hand and holding her stomach with the other when the brunette yells, "Britt, I think it's broken." Moments later the sound of soft footsteps closed in on Santana. "I can't get it to work."
"Let me try." The brunette teen thought this question over.
"I don't know if that's a good idea, B." Brittany pushed her bottom lip out and slightly bowed her head as she looked in to her girlfriend's eyes. Santana shook her head and stepped out of the way. Jumping up and down the blonde smiled clapping her hands.
Taking a deep breath Brittany looked at the digital thermostat. She stood there staring at it for a good three minutes, never once touching it. She stared at all the numbers and buttons, trying to come up with a diagnosis as to why the airs not on.
Her lips were puckered out as she scratched her head in contemplation.
Santana's stood to the side with a toothy grin. Brittany turned to her girlfriend, "I think it's broken." Santana could help but laugh.
"How do you know? You didn't even touch it." Brittany giggled and playfully slapped tanned skin.
Making her way towards the living room, Santana turned the TV off. The curious blonde was quick to follow. "What are you doing?"
"I'm getting ready to go to your house, are you coming?"
Panic sat in on Brittany. Her smile vanished and her body stiffened. She looked everywhere, but at the brunette, who busied herself picking up throw pillows. "I uhh… can't we just stay here?"
Santana turns to her girlfriend, "It's hot, and your place has air. Plus we haven't been over there in like two weeks."
"Well, I think I'll just stay here. You can go." Brittany passes Santana and sat back on the couch.
Santana looked at her in disbelief, and stood in front of her. "Why don't you want to go?" Brittany stared at the bank screen on the TV. "Okay, how about this? We'll go to your house for lunch, and I'll have my dad fix the air before we come back." Blue eyes found their way to brown and nodded. "Come on let's go." She grabbed the blondes arm pulling her up. Brittany let out a sigh and prepared herself.
Grace was in the kitchen cooking dinner when the girls arrived. Santana only lived ten minutes away on a busy day, but Brittany had "errands to run" so they got there a little later than planned.
"Hey Grace!" Grace turned around and spotted the teens. She stopped stirring the sauce in the pot and ran over to the girls. Santana extended her arms awaiting her hug.
"I haven't seen you guys in a while." She let go of Santana and hugged her only daughter. Brittany smiled into the hug; this is what she loved about coming home. If she was away for more than a day, her mother would greet her like she hasn't seen her in years.
"Hey mom." Grace pulls back from the hug.
"Hey mom? That's all I get?" She said with her hand on her chest. "Well, I see how much you love me." Grace smiles as Brittany pulls her back into a hug.
"You know I love you mom." Santana grinned as she watched Brittany and Grace share a moment. The blonde lifted her arm and waved her girlfriend over.
"I couldn't. I don't want to impose on your mother daughter hug." Grace copied Brittany's movements.
"Santana you're practically my kid, you're over here more than at your own house. You even have your own box of cereal. You're a part of this family. Come on." With one last wave the brunette walked in between the two blondes and was engulfed into a bone crushing hug. They all laughed and held each other tight.
"Family hug!" Brittany's eyes widened as she began to release her grip on her mom and Santana, but it was too late. Strong arms wrap around her forcing her into the middle of a sandwich hug.
"Ethan!" Santana's smile grew at the sound of his voice.
Everyone seemed to be enjoying the hug, except Brittany. The only thing she could feel was the growing erection her father forced into her back side. Each attempt she made to get out of this position only ended with Ethan holding her tighter against him. She stood rooted to the floor, "So, I think that we've hugged enough.
"There is no such thing as too much hugging." Grace smiles and Santana giggles.
Brittany closed her eyes and searched for anything that would get her out of this hug and away from her father. Her eyes shoot open as she practically shouted, "Mom I think the food is burning!" Grace immediately let go and paced over to the stove. Santana was next to let go. Brittany grabbed her girlfriends arm and stood behind her.
"I think we should go." Brittany said weakly.
"What? You just got here. At least stay for dinner." Grace pleaded as she pulled a roast out of the oven.
"Are you okay?" All the girl could do was nod and look to the floor. "Let's just eat then we can go to my house and watch a movie or something." With another weak nod Brittany was led to the table where she sat as far away from her dad as possible.
After dinner was finished Grace and Ethan removed the dirty plates from the table and took them into the kitchen. Once out of sight a silence fell upon the dining room. The only thing that could be heard was running water and the clanging of dishes.
Santana took a huge gulp of the juice that remained in her cup, then put it down. "Hey B, I'm gonna go use the bathroom then we can go." Brittany turned sending an approving nod, before turning back to the table.
A few minutes later a hand landed lightly on Brittany's shoulder. She let out a laugh, "Wow, that was fast." Her hand rose and landed on top of someone else's. The hand was rough and hairy, definitely not Santana's. She tried standing, but was forced back down. Her chair scooted her so close to the table her circulation was being cut off. Calloused hands swept across soft skin, before tangling with blonde locks. Brittany's breath hitched as rough lips lingered on her neck.
"I've missed having you around, B." He leant down and whispered in her ear. "I've missed you screaming Santana's name. It was so hard not to touch myself when you screamed out in pleasure." Brittany stiffened as Ethan's pointer figure moved across her neck to her collarbone.
"Do you remember when you would scream my name?" tears threatened to spill from the teens eyes.
"I was screaming for you to get off me!" her voice was quiet but powerful.
Ethan stood with a smirk plastered on his face. "I love you Brittany."
Brittany opened her mouth, but was cut off by a voice. "Awe, you too are so cute." Santana said as she walked into the room. "Ethan you're such a good father." His grin grew into a smile and he nodded. He stepped away from her daughter, gave Santana a wink and exited the room. Brittany whipped away the few tears that escaped before scooting back from the table and stood up.
"I want to leave." Avoiding eye contact she rushed out of the room heading straight to the front door.
Once Santana made it out to the front porch she looked at her girlfriend. She could tell now wasn't the time to ask questions. "Let's go to my house."
"No." Santana desperately wanted to ask the blonde what was going on ever since she heard Brittany's midnight confession, when the girl thought the brunette was asleep, but once again she decided to let it go for now.
"Okay, well there's a party toni…"
"Let's go." Brittany didn't even wait for an answer before running down the steps.
Music bumped throughout the house as Santana poured Brittany a drink. Seconds after the drink was handed to the blonde the cup was being handed back for a refill. Santana's eyes furrowed. "Maybe you should slow down." Brittany put her cup down and nodded.
The brunette's features relaxed before turning into a smile. "Britt there's Quinn, let's go say hi."
Brittany shook her head, "You can go."
Santana looked at her girlfriend and smiles weakly. "No, it's okay. I'll talk to her later." Grabbing a cup the blonde filled it with alcohol before handing it to Santana.
"I'm 18 years old. I think I can take care of myself. Go."
"Are you sure?"
Smiling Brittany let out a short laugh. "Yeah Santana. I'll be over in a minute." Santana gives her a kiss and turned exiting the kitchen. The smile on the face of the blonde dropped. She picked up a large clear bottle and drank straight from it. Her eyes shut tight as the liquid burned her throat.
Multiple chugs of vodka and countless minutes later Brittany wobbled through the crowd of people, stopping to the right of Santana. The brunette looked at her confused. Quinn smiled and extended her arms to Brittany, who just looked at her. "Do I know you?' she slurred.
"Are you drunk?" Santana asked a giggling Brittany. "I haven't been over here for more than thirty minutes."
Brittany shrugged and smiled. Quinn looked at Santana sympathetically before nodding and walking away. Santana was taken aback as Brittany threw her arms around her waist and brought her into a sloppy kiss. Grabbing Brittany's hands Santana pulled out of the kiss. She looked into clouded blue eyes and sighed, "Let's go, Britt."
Santana pulled up to her house and turned the car off. "Brittany, I need to talk to you." The blonde turned her head to face her girlfriend.
"Santana, I just want to go to sleep." she reached for the door handle as she heard a clicking noise. Every attempt to open the door was denied. She angrily turned to Santana. "Open this damn door!"
Santana's eye's widened the relaxed a little. "No, were going to talk about this."
"Talk, talk, talk, it's all you ever want to do." She said as she rolled her eyes and slammed her back into the seat.
"Well how else am I supposed to get anything out of you? All you do is lie to me and say you're okay. Look at you Britt, you're a mess!" the brunette yelled.
"Open your eyes Santana! Any good girlfriend would know what's going on." Silence filled the car.
"Are you saying that I'm not a good girlfriend?" Tears ran down her cheeks as she asked.
Brittany let out a breath and turned her body toward Santana. "I didn't mean that. I'm just so tired of all the questions. You don't understand what I've been going through."
"Because you won't tell me!" Her voice laced with anger and irritation. "Does this have anything to do with what you told me a couple weeks ago?" Brittany looked away from Santana. "It does, doesn't it? I get that …"
The blonde starred at Santana with fire in her eyes. "Don't even fix your lips to finish that sentence. You don't know shit. You don't know what it's like to lose your worth, so don't tell me you understand because you don't."
"What the hell is with you? Your drunk but that doesn't give you permission to talk to me like that! You've been treating me and Ethan like shit and it's getting old." At the mention of her dads name Brittany stiffened and started to cry.
"Did you ever once try and put the pieces together Santana? I know he loves me. Maybe a little too much. Everything you need is staring you right in the face, but your too damn stupid to see it!" Brittany's chest heaved as she looked out of her window.
Santana looked at Brittany shocked. No more tears fell, and no words were said. Brittany jumped as the car door slammed shut. She looked at the empty driver's seat, then at the girl running into her house. When the front door shut the blonde brought her knees to her chest and cried.
For the past two weeks Brittany wished Santana would leave her alone. That night her wish came true.