Hey guys so this is another update! I hope you like it. At the moment I'm already trying to think of an ending to the story without rushing everything so suggestions are welcome! I hope you enjoy this one, I'm going to try and update asap but at the moment, I'm drowning in coursework! Anyway you know the drill! please comment and review! THANKS
"There's just something so weird about that woman." Santana mouthed against the crook of Brittany's neck. They've been lying on the bed for a couple of hours now, since the brunette was great at getting her ways with the blonde. Even after the exhausting, mind blowing sex she just had, she couldn't shake the strange vibe she got from Elena.
"After all that sex, you're still thinking about her? I thought you wouldn't even be able to remember your name by now, San?" Brittany jokingly said in a huff, as she looked down on her girlfriend to see her deep in thought.
Santana smiled and locked gazes with blue orbs, "Baby," she moved up so that their faces were on the same level, "you were awesome. I'm sorry, if I ruined the moment." she pouted, as she slowly closed the gap between her and Brittany. "Let me make it up to you?"
Brittany smiled, "We can go to my mom's house for dinner?"
Santana rolled her eyes jokingly, "I was thinking of another repayment but I guess it can wait." She kissed her girl again, this time deeper, with more passion. One of her hands rested on the blonde's hips, drawing circles on her hip bones while the other one playfully squeezed her breast.
"Unf." Brittany moaned against the kiss, "Baby, we have to see her, please?" the blonde begged against her will. If it were up to her, she's stay in bed all day and night but she also felt bad because her mother would really want to see her. "Let's continue later." She said, giving Santana one last chaste kiss before standing up, her fully naked body being appreciated by the brunette, and heading to the bathroom.
Santana huffed in disappointment but she knew Brittany needed to see her mom, "We better continue this later, B!" she shouted across her room, hoping the blonde can hear her in the en suite.
"Come shower!" Brittany giggled from the bathroom, as Santana bolted from her bed into the shower.
After stepping out of the shower and dressing up, which took a lot longer than either of them expected, they made their way downstairs. They both went straight to the kitchen after hearing pots and pans clanging around. They figured it was Rosita back from the hospital.
"Hey mami, how are you?" Santana greeted as she walked towards her mom, giving her a hug and a peck on the cheek. Brittany followed behind her to do the same.
Rosita smiled as much as she could. Today wasn't exactly the best of days but she didn't need Santana to know about that. Santana could never know about that. "I'm fine mija, just tired. I figured, I'd go home tonight and sleep early. Do you girls want dinner?"
Santana and Brittany both looked at each other with a knowing look. It was one that said, "Santana you answer that question" because as much as the blonde didn't want to upset her girlfriend's mother by turning down dinner she really needed to see her mom too.
"Actually, mami, we're off to see Janet but I could stay here instead and let Britt go?" she didn't mean it to sound like a question but that's how it came out anyway.
"No, no! You girls go see Janet. I'm sure she's missed you both and we can have dinner some other time. I'm quite exhausted anyway, it's been a long day." She happily replied because really, she just wanted to sleep and pretend like her worst nightmare isn't walking around the streets of Lima.
Santana looked sceptical but her mother did look tired.
"We'll have dinner tomorrow Mrs L! Santana and I will cook for you." Brittany offered with a warm smile. The older woman did look like she was about ready to go to bed.
"That sounds wonderful girls. Now, I'm going to excuse myself and head to bed. Say hi to your mom for me Brittany. Buenas noches, hijas." She said giving the two a hug each.
"Oh by the way mami, your friend stopped by." Santana added, it completely slipped her mind.
"Which friend?" the older woman looked puzzled, usually her friends call her before dropping by.
"Elena Rodriguez?" Santana turns to Brittany, "That's her name right, B?"
"Yeah pretty sure it is."
Rosita felt like the blood from her body was drained all at once and a shiver went down her spine. Puta. She tried to hide her shock as much as possible; she can't have Santana suspecting anything. It wasn't exactly the easiest thing to explain to her child.
"Right, okay. We'll I'll give her a call tomorrow. Thanks for telling me." She turned around quickly trying to hide the fear in her eyes.
The drive to the Pierce's residence didn't take long at all. They didn't really need the car, they could have just walked. That would have saved some petrol and the environment or something. No shit, she's thinking like Rachel Berry. Santana was glad though, that it took about five minutes because she could see the look on Brittany's face, the one that was ready to ask her what she's been thinking about. So when the car pulled up at Brittany's childhood house, she quickly stepped out of the car to avoid any conversation about her mother's friend. Seriously, what is bothering her so much about Elena?
"Janet!" Santana runs up to the front porch, enthusiastically giving the woman who resembled Brittany so much (only older and even more animated) a well deserved hug. "I never thought I'd say this but I've missed you!" Santana joked causing the older blonde to laugh heartily.
"Oh Santana, you cheeky child." She smiled. "Brittany, come give your momma a hug, your girlfriend seems more excited to see me!" she extends her arms towards Brittany who playfully pretends to be all shy as she walks up the stair onto the porch.
"Mommy!" she greets in a child like voice, as she embraces the woman she has looked up to all her life. "I miss you so much." She kissed her on the cheek.
"You girls are looking great! Los Angeles has certainly taken care of my babies! Let's go inside and eat!" she waved both of them while she walked straight back to the kitchen. "You girls make yourselves at home. I sure know you done it before." She says with a double meaning in her tone.
"Mom! Oh my gosh!" Brittany called out, embarrassed and blushing as Santana rolled her eyes.
"Hey Britt, wait." Santana stopped the blonde from following her mom to the kitchen.
"Yeah?" she eyed those brown eyes, full of curiosity.
"You didn't tell her?" Santana asked trying not sound worried or you know anything that will upset the blonde.
Brittany bit her lip. Yeah minor detail, she didn't tell her mom about the accident and her and Santana breaking up. There was no use worrying the older woman, her sister knew everything, but Janet is getting old. The last thing she needs is another stress inducer.
"I'm sorry, San." Brittany apologizes, not entirely sure why.
"Britt, don't apologize to me. Please it was my fault," she took the dancer's hands in hers," I just, I thought you would have at some point. I don't know what my point is here, because she'd probably kick my ass if you told her what happened but, I just, what if," she didn't want to say it—
"What if I didn't make it?" the taller woman asked, carefully.
Santana doesn't like thinking about what could have happened. It hurts to think about it; to imagine that Brittany's gone. She could never ever let herself think about it but it could have happened and how the hell was she going to explain anything to Janet. Brittany never told her anything about their fights and how badly she treated her after Marco's death. It made her curse herself.
"I don't like thinking about it but I wish you would have told her about what was happening. She's your mom and you guys are so close." Santana says, her hands untangled from Brittany's, snaking them to the blonde's waist.
"You were hurting, San, and I guess I didn't want her to have a bad impression of you. She loves us both, you know." She returns the gesture by wrapping her arms around the brunette's neck.
"I don't know if I deserve it. You're so wonderful to me and your mom, she's so awesome. I feel guilty." She explains, trying not to cry because that will be another explanation.
"You deserve us. She loves you, San, and most of all, I love you." Brittany ends their conversation with a searing kiss, feeling Santana's heartbeat three times faster than usual.
"I love you too, B." she hums under the kiss.
Dinner with Janet is always amusing. She's probably the most chilled out parent Santana's ever met. Janet was more like a friend than a mother but at the same time she knew how to discipline her children. It was always something the brunette was envious of. Here, Brittany could talk about everything with her mom without worrying about her over reacting or judging. Santana wished she had that with her parents but alas, her parents were different. Her mother, bless her, has always tried her best to be as open as possible but when you grow up in a strict Catholic environment, being as "open as possible" isn't easy, but she tried.
Santana politely excused herself from the dinner table after the dessert was served. She may have momentarily forgotten that strange encounter with that woman this afternoon but home-made vanilla ice cream could only give a certain high before the unsettled feeling in her gut was back.
There was only one person to call for this kind of emergency.
"So, you decided to call Lespez?" the familiar voice on the other line answered with a playful tone.
Santana smiled to herself, Oh Quinn. "Hey Fabgay, I'm sorry. I know I haven't been in touch, just had a lot going on."
"A lot, as in you still haven't left the bed and still making lady babies?" Quinn replied. Santana could practically her smug grin over the phone.
She shook her head. This is going to be a downer. "I wish I could say that, Q. We're in Lima." She spoke, trying not to sound too serious.
"Oh shit. S, what happened? Wow, I'm such a jerk!" Quinn apologized hastily.
"No, don't worry Q, just a little family emergency. Papi was rushed to the hospital. He had a stroke." She bit her lip knowing that the hazel eyed woman on the other end of the line would be worrying. That's what's great and not so great about Quinn, she worried about everything; even more than Santana.
"Oh S, I'm so sorry! God, I should have known something was wrong. I haven't heard from you for a few days. Do you need me to do anything?" she sounded so fucking worried, like Santana wanted to calm her down.
"Hey, don't start guilt tripping yourself, Q. Not your fault I didn't call you. I knew you'd go all Mother Teresa on this" Santana joked, "But there is something you could help me with."
"Sure, what is it?" Quinn asked; her full attention was to her friend at this very moment.
"Well, it might sound weird and random…" Santana explained, she heard a "uh-huh" from Quinn so she continued, "This woman came around to my parents' house today and she said she's friends with my parents but I have never seen her in my life before…"
"S, I hate to break it to you but you don't know all of your parents' friends." Quinn cut her short.
"No, no, listen. So, okay I know my parents have tons of friends but this woman was probably at least ten years younger than my mother. That's weird, like she's too young to be my mom's friend. Anyway, I get this weird vibe from her and she was all super excited to meet me, Q, it was creepy." Santana explained once again. She didn't really know what she wanted Quinn to do.
"Okay, I get that; you met a weird friend of your parents. Where do I come in to this?" honestly Quinn was confused. Santana sounded like she could well be smoking weed from all this chat.
"I want you to run a background check on her." She stated, scrunching her face in anticipation for Quinn's answer.
"You want me to what now?" she sounded incredulous.
"Background check, Q, you've done it before." Santana ought to remind her. During their early years in college, Quinn got into the habit of running a background check on new people she met or her mother's new boyfriends. Safety first, she used to say.
"Yeah, S. It was a hundred years ago besides I've realized how creepy that was." Quinn was still unconvinced at her friend's suggestion.
"Please Quinn. You intern at a law firm now, I'm sure you have more valuable resources to check up on people. Please, I wouldn't push this if it wasn't bothering me a lot." Santana was prepared to beg. She just wanted to know something about that woman.
"Damn, why can't I ever say no to you?" Quinn finally gave in. "What's her name?"
"Elena Rodriguez, I know there are a lot of women with that name—"
"No shit, Sherlock." The blonde woman sarcastically replied.
"But you know you could narrow it down to her association with my parents? I mean they're pretty well known in Ohio right?"
"Santana, just so you know, I'm still sceptical about this whole thing. Why don't you just ask your mom? I mean, this may take a long time." Quinn tried to convince her friend. Not because she didn't want to help her, but because realistically, she's not a private investigator.
"Because, Q, she's stressed as hell and I just don't want to bother her with this. Please."
"Okay, fine. I'll do my best." Quinn finally agreed.
"Thank you, Fabgay! I fucking owe you one!" Santana exclaimed in excitement.
"More than one now, Lespez. Anyway, I have to go; Rachel's waiting for me in the living room."
"Ew, I don't want to know about your sexy times, Q." Santana joked, "Say hi to Berry for me."
"Just because they're better than yours." Quinn retorted, "Send my love to Britt and Janet and your mom. I hope your dad recovers soon."
"Thanks, Q. I really appreciate it." Santana smiled, Quinn really is a great friend.
"Anytime, Lespez." She replied before shortly hanging up.
Santana put her phone back in her pocket, feeling some kind of relief at the conversation. Even though asking Quinn to do a background check on Elena is a little extreme, she felt like there was something. Something she needed to know, it's been constantly tickling her brain ever since she met the woman and there's this feeling that she can't quite put her finger on. It's like a storm is coming and she better be prepared to face it.
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