Thanks for all reviews. I do appreciate them... Although some were slightly ugh... I'm bisexual myself so I would never write Brittany as slutty or dumb purely because she's bi... No way have I ever suggested that she is.
I'd like to remind that this is an AU fic... so anything which has happened in glee has not happened in unless stated. I could follow Canon Brittany; and have her mute; or run off getting married to Sam... But whateves. Its AU Brittana.
I do take board the criticisms that maybe you wouldn't have wrote that chapter or even the story this way. But I have... I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's the aftermath.
Thank you to everyone who has been supportive :)
8th November 2018
Santana scratched her forehead in confusion; as she looked from a rather uncomfortable looking Marley to the floor; "You're telling me that Brittany was talking to some guy at work… and you think it's weird?"
Marley's expression turned even more uneasy, like she wished she was anywhere but here; "I… She said he was a friend. I've known her since she was 12… I've never seen him in my life."
Santana looked from Marley to the room door, where Tina, Mike, Jake and Brittany were finishing eating the meal she had cooked with Brittany's help.
"So what she's fucking him?" Santana snapped making Marley flinched instantly from the tone; she rolled her eyes softly at Marley's reaction; and lower her tone, making it softer; "What is going on?"
"I don't know." Marley mumbled, not wanting to say something which made Santana snap once again at her.
"Thanks for telling me…" Santana said softly; as she looked from Marley to the room door. She nodded lightly and went to walk out of the room. Marley sighed softly but made no attempt to talk or stop her.
Santana arrived back at the table, she took her seat at the end of the table; and focused on Brittany. She remained silent, sipping from her glass of lemonade slowly. Wondering why her wife would hide a guy from her unless she was sleeping with him. The thought along made a shiver run up her spine.
Her chocolate eyes purely concentrating on watching every move her wife made. The jokes she laughed at due to the wit of Mike and Jake. The compliments she accepted on behalf of the well cooked meal and how well she looked from Tina and Marley who had resumed her own seat.
Santana had offered to do the dishes after everyone began collecting coats and jackets in the mist of getting ready to leave; it gave her a chance at calming down at the surprising anger which was burning through her at the thought of her wife being with some guy.
Santana calmly stacked the plates up, placed the wine glass and tumblers beside them before she heated the water and began cleaning.
Jake hugged Brittany in a friendly one-armed hug, as his other one was wrapped tightly around Marley's waist; "Thanks for a great lunch, Britt… Tell Santana thanks too… She looks a little… sad."
Marley lowered her eyes at her own boyfriend's truth. Santana did look sad as she cleaned quietly. Brittany glanced from Marley and Jake to Santana before nodding softly.
"Yeah, I'll tell her thanks." Brittany said; "See you next week at the Changs."
"Wouldn't miss it." Jake said, as he walked out of the door with Marley.
Tina wrapped her arms around Brittany as well as she could with her bump; "Thanks for lunch. We'll see you next Saturday."
Brittany nodded with a wide smile; "Of course, see you then… Bye baby Chang."
Mike laughed loudly; "See you Britt, say bye to the missus for us."
"I will… see you next week. And thank you for the car…" Brittany said
"It's nothing… See you." Mike replied as he walked out, placing his hand on Tina's lower back.
Brittany let out a huge sigh of relief as she closed the front door. She began walking back towards the kitchen and found Santana drying the dishes.
"You didn't have to do that. I would have later..." Brittany said
Santana shrugged, remaining silent as she continued dry each plates and glass which were left to do. She tried to resist turning round to look at Brittany.
"Lunch was great as always. Thank you." Brittany said, glancing from the table to Santana who was looking downwards at the plate in her hands, the towel loosely rubbing against it.
Brittany pushed the chair in front of her back underneath the table; her fingers nervously scratching against the wooden pane slotted in to make up the back of the seat; she debated whether or not to ask what was wrong.
"Santana, is something wrong?" Brittany asked softly
Santana dropped the towel on to the floor; before simply letting the plate follow after it. Santana looked up at Brittany, her chocolate eyes were filling with unshed tears, as she blindly reached for the plates one by one and dropped them on the floor.
"Santana, what are you doing? They were a wedding gift." Brittany snapped, grabbing the rest from her grasp; she placed them behind her on the counter away from Santana.
"Who gives a fuck?" Santana snarled harshly, as she pushed past Brittany; and grabbed her jacket off the hook. Santana turned round as she tugged it on; glaring at a shocked Brittany; "I will find out who he is."
"Who? Who are you on about?" Brittany asked in frustration
"Your friend from the dinner." Santana snapped in response
Brittany looked guilty. Her head lowered in defeat as her eyes lost any frustration it held before.
"You're not even gonna deny it." Santana stated; "I hoped you would."
Brittany remained silent; stepping away from the counter.
"Who is he?" Santana asked firmly
Brittany's hand squeezed the other hand's fingers tightly; a nervous habit she had picked up when she was uncomfortable. She remained silent.
Santana moved forward and smacked her palms against the table, making Brittany flinch at the sound but also snapping her out of her preferred silence.
"I asked a question." Santana said
"H-He's just… a friend." Brittany mumbled softly
Santana nodded lightly; her hands slipping from the table to her sides; her face was a mixture of hurt but also confusion; she moved from the kitchen towards the living room; she leaned against the door frame.
"Are you… Have you slept with him?" Santana asked, avoiding to look anywhere near the kitchen to avoid looking at Brittany and seeing the answer immediately.
Brittany was immediately shocked; "What? No… I never would. He's just a friend, San. Baby, you have to believe me. I wouldn't lie to you."
Santana laughed dryly; her hands coming to cover her face; as she slowly let her head tip back to rest against the wall behind her; "You did lie though. Because I've never even heard of this guy before… And if it's all innocent, and you haven't done nothing wrong… why didn't you just tell me?"
Brittany was stunned. She didn't know how to answer that because she didn't want to admit the truth that she wanted something of her own; and therefore admit that she had been feeling unwanted for a while now.
Santana let out a knowing sigh; and she sniffed loudly; letting her hands wipe at her now dry eyes.
"I wanted something of my own." Brittany revealed softly; her tone was deafening for the both of them to hear in the almost silent house. Only sounds were their breathing and the odd sniffle form Santana; "I've had nothing since college, San. I felt… a little unwanted."
Santana remained silent, her eyes glaring at the wooden floor; only taking it everything which Brittany was saying.
"It wasn't an affair, San. I haven't done anything with him… I have never cheated on you. You know I wouldn't never do that." Brittany mumbled, as she bent down to pick up the mess of the two broken plates; "You know I love you."
A strangled laugh bubbled from the back of Santana's throat making Brittany snapped her eyes towards her wife.
"You love me… You wouldn't do this if you loved me." Santana said
Santana sighed deeply; her face conflicted with confusion about what to do or say; she turned towards the kitchen, letting her eyes meet crystal blue eyes.
"Did you think about him… in that way? Did you want him?" Santana asked, her tone failing to lack the anger lacing her voice.
Blue eyes faltered and Santana immediately turned away.
Brittany panicked, upon Santana turning away from her; "It was a momentarily thing. I liked him. He's good-looking and funny… but… I never cheated on you."
Santana shook her head; "You don't think it's just as bad… You wanted to. You wanted to fuck him, Brittany. It's as bad as cheating. That's why you never told me about him because he's your dirty little secret that you wanted all to yourself."
"It's not true. I knew how you'd react. You'd accuse me of wanting him… and it would only end in arguments until I stopped seeing him." Brittany replied, placing the pan and brush on the table with all the glass inside.
Santana shook her head slowly; "You have no way of knowing how I'd react… Hiding someone from me, you don't think that sends a clear message."
Brittany shrugged slowly; "I told you I feel unwanted… I wanted someone to call my own, I've never had anything that's just mine."
"Someone to call your own?" Santana repeated
Santana leaned forward; so that she could reach Brittany's eyes and support eye contact; "You have me. I'm your wife… Am I not yours or Am I just not what you want anymore?"
Brittany went to speak when Santana interrupted, continuing her stream of speech; "You have nothing that's just yours… Okay, well you had me. You've always had me. Am I not enough anymore?"
Brittany sunk into the chair, resting her head between her hands; "It's not about you." She added in a barely audible whisper
"You had me, Brittany. You always called me yours." Santana said much softer, she shifted against the wall, rolling her eyes; "I get it… You want this guy to be yours. Well, he's all yours. He's the only thing that yours now."
Santana sent Brittany another glare, before opening the front door and slamming it behind her. Brittany remained silent until she heard the engine starting, as Santana drove away from the house.
She found out. – Britt
Brittany typed out the message to Sam before closing her phone and standing up; she empty the glass into the recycling box. She returned to the house and cleaned up the kitchen before sitting at the table and waiting for Santana's return.
Santana parked up on a rest stop on the freeway; she was leaning against her car, sipping a recently purchased cup of cheap coffee.
A muddled mind of thoughts made Santana the less rational person ever. She couldn't even handle the thought of going back home and adopting to play her part in the obvious role-play they had played since Brittany decided to want something else.
The only place Santana could handle going to was home. Even with her parents. They seemed a better bet than spending time in a phony marriage.
Can you do me a favour? – Santana
Santana climbed back into her vehicle, starting the engine.
Sure. What? – Marley
Santana quickly typed out a response
Go to my house. And get my passport and a bag of clothes. Meet me by JFK when you find it. It's the living room cupboard. – Santana
Santana began driving to JFK airport, hoping Marley would be able to find it and take it without Brittany causing a fuss. Santana parked in the car park, she placed the keys in the ashtray before climbing out and closing the car door.
Brittany knows you're leaving country. I told her I didn't know where. I'll be there in ten minutes. Are you by the car park? – Marley
Yeah, section B – Santana
Santana leaned against the door, trying to calm herself down. Even if she hadn't gone full hulk on Brittany, she had let her anger get the best of her, probably upsetting Brittany during their argument.
She just couldn't believe that Brittany would be capable of hiding something from her, especially if it was complete innocent. Santana couldn't understand why she'd lied if she didn't need to. Brittany was normally the most honest person she had ever met.
Santana was interrupted by Marley waving from a few cars downwards; Santana cleared her throat and walked over towards her.
"Here… Passport and bag…" Marley said, passing them both to Santana who smiled politely; "What's going on?"
Santana shrugged lightly; as she pulled the strap of the bag over her shoulder.
"I'm gonna visit my parents. It's been a while… It's been since the wedding that I've seen them." Santana said
"But you hate your parents." Marley replied
Santana shrugged; flicking through her passport; "Well… My parents seem like a good distraction."
Marley nodded lightly; "Okay… Well, call me or text me… even if it's to let me know you're alive."
Santana nodded; pulling Marley in to a hug; "Thank you for helping me."
"I'm here for you." Marley said, after Santana had pulled away; "Be safe…"
Santana nodded; "I'll be back soon. I just need to clear my head."
Marley watched as Santana began walking towards the entrance of airport; "Santana?" she called
Santana turned round, stopping in her tracks.
"You know you have to talk to her… right?" Marley asked
Santana nodded; "I know… I will."
Marley smiled softly; "Clear your head, Lopez."
Santana laughed, "Of course, Rose."
Santana turned back around and continued on her journey towards the airport. Marley climbed back in her car, and turned to meet blue eyes.
"She's going to her parents. She hates her parents." Brittany mumbled, she turned towards Marley; "Do you think she hates me?"
"Brittany, she could never hate you." Marley said
Brittany turned to look at the airport, before leaning back in her seat; "Can you take me home, Marley?"
"Sure." Marley said, starting the car.
Brittany continued watching the airport until Marley had driven out of sight.
Santana had purchased a ticket for LA on the next available flight which was the 17:20 flight. She went through security; until she was waiting on the stand where she was due to board.
Leaning forward, Santana placed her phone against her ear, hearing the familiar ringing tone until her mother answered.
"Santana?" Maribel answered
"Hey… mom." Santana replied
Maribel sighed; "What's wrong, Ana?"
"Mom…" Santana whimpered, before sniffling; "Can I come and stay for a few days?"
"Of course, chico." Maribel replied; "What's happened?"
"I'll explain when I land… See you soon." Santana said
"Okay… I'll see you soon." Maribel replied
Santana hung up her phone, she dropped it into her bag; before leaning back against the chair, rubbing her forehead in frustration at time going so slowly.
Santana shifted, tugging on her jacket as her phone vibrated in her bag; she leaned forward and pulled it out. Momentarily surprised by Brittany's name across her screen.
Can you call me please? – Britt
Santana had to laugh or she'd cry at the message; she couldn't really expect much from Brittany as she clearly didn't want her anymore.
I can't right now. – San
Switching off her phone, she dumped it back into the bag; before standing up; grabbing her bag and walking towards the nearest restaurant that sold coffee. Sitting on a corner table, leaning forward on the table with her hands pressed against the sides of her head.
She closed her eyes softly; trying to clear her mind. She must have sat in the seat for at least two hours until she got to board on the plane.
Santana landed in LA at just after 11pm at night. She hailed a cab straight from the Los Angeles International Airport. Within 15 minutes, the cab parked up on the sidewalk outside of her parents' house. A large house in Valley Village, South Valley.
Santana quickly paid the cab driver; before walking towards the bright red coloured front door; she lifted her hand to ring the doorbell.
The door opened and Maribel immediately pulled Santana into a tight hug; "Kiddo… It's been too long."
Santana rubbed her mother's back softly, gently pulling away; "Where's dad?"
"He's in bed… Come on, I'll take you to the spare room." Maribel said, rubbing Santana's shoulder lightly; she slammed the door and began leading them both upstairs. She arrived at the second bedroom, and opened the door. A large bed, one set of drawers and a medium-sized wardrobe.
Santana walked in and dumped her bag beside her bed; as she sat down, rubbing her temple lightly.
"Santana, are you okay?" Maribel asked
"Just tired." Santana mumbled
Maribel nodded softly; "It's good to have you home. You can stay as long as you want. I'll see you in the morning. We can talk then, okay? Santana?"
Maribel watched as Santana rolled over on to the bed, curling her legs towards her stomach, as her arms wrapped around her torso. Her sleepily face was conflicted with a pained expression.
"I'll see you in the morning, Santana." Maribel said softly, watching as Santana's eyes battled to stay awake. Maribel switched off the light, before closing the door softly.