Hitting head on
A car crosses the lawn
And into a house
The warning bells
Were as quiet
As a mouse
But now the twisting metal
Makes a symphony of horror
Glass shattering is a scare
The casualties were
Blissfully unaware
Life goes on in the Cali house and soon Santana is out in the greenhouse clipping more buds off of plants. She looks at her finger and tries not to scratch the healing tattoo. She wiggles her fingers and admires Brittany's handy work with a smile.
Santana can't believe she vowed to love someone eternally. She knows she has wanted to grow old with Brittany since the day they met but it's so much different saying those things out loud for any ear to listen.
She finishes up and heads back to the house to take a much needed shower.
Within seconds of opening the door, Sofia is hanging off of her leg and Brittany is kissing her on the cheek.
"Mami!" Sofia yells and Santana bends over to pick her up.
She kisses the crown of Sofie's head and inhales that intoxicating baby scent before taking Brittany's hand and walking into the kitchen where Quinn stands at the stove cooking.
"Hey Q ball." Santana smirks.
Quinn scoffs. "Gross. I told you not to call me that years ago."
"I decided to bring it back." Santana says putting Sofia in her high chair.
As she bends over Brittany walks by and slaps Santana on the ass and winks at her before helping Quinn shuck corn at the kitchen table.
Santana makes eye contact with the blonde and gives her a look that tells Brittany she's going to regret that later.
Quinn coughs to break up their staring contest and nudges Brittany playfully. "Newlyweds." She mumbles.
Puck walks through the door at that moment looking defeated. When he walks closer Quinn notices swollen red spots all over his face and arms.
She puts the corn down and walks over to him as he hisses in pain. "What happened?" She asks half worried half laughing.
"I sat under this tree to get some shade and a bee's nest fell on me." Puck answers as he sits down carefully on a chair.
Santana laughs out loud while Brittany and Quinn at least try to hide their amusement and Puck doesn't even have the energy to yell.
Quinn hands him an anti histamine to control the swelling and tells him to take a bath before she kisses his forehead and he walks away with his head hung low.
"He looks like a blow fish." Quinn laughs out once he's gone.
"I heard that!" Puck yells from upstairs and the girls snicker.
"Blow fish." Sofia repeats and causes and uproar and upstairs Puck shakes his head and sits in the bath.
Santana high fives the child. "That's my girl."
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Brittany's POV
Thank god everyone's working. I don't want them to see me cry. It seems like ever since I got clean everything that I've never let myself feel is coming back full force like a dam being broken and crashing down on the town that is my psyche.
It's just too much sometimes. Thinking about how my sister was in the same city as me and I couldn't get to her in time. How he ruined both of our lives and murdered my parents.
The years in that basement wore me down and I was unaware of just how much it wore me down until now.
I look over at Sofia playing in the corner and her free spirit reminds me of Bree. It hurts so much.
I hear a knock on the door and I wipe my tears hastily.
"Come in."
Quinn enters with a smile but it seems to fade when she looks at me.
Fuck she's gonna ask me what's wrong.
She sits on the bed next to me and puts a hand on my arm. "What's wrong?"
I knew it.
"Nothing." I smile as big as I can. "I'm great."
"Bullshit. Spill." Quinn says sternly not buying my lie.
"It's just… I feel so much more now and everything hurts ten fold. I miss my sister and my parents. I…" I trail off as I start to get choked up.
Quinn scoots closer and brings me into her arms. "I feel it too."
Seems like cracks are spreading everywhere.
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I know this is wrong and I know I shouldn't be doing it but as I wrap the belt around my arm it feels so fucking right.
I ventured over to the other house while I was supposed to be working and scored some shit off of Sam. I had to convince him to give it to me but that's what my blue eyes were made for.
As I line up the needle at an angle to my bulging vein, nothing is in my mind and when I feel the pinch and the burn of the dope going in all the pain flushes away like waves receding from the beach.
I nod off for a bit but then something that always happens starts to begin. I'm horny as fuck.
I look at the clock and it's about 4 so San should be done in the greenhouse soon.
"Thanks Sam." I say standing up with purpose and strut over to my house where Quinn is playing with my daughter in the back yard.
Santana is walking up at the same time and I don't even give her a chance to say hi to Sof. I grip her by the arm and drag her through the front door and up the stairs to our bedroom.
"Whoa Britt." San chuckles confused.
"Take your clothes off." I command her and the way she squirms tells me she's getting wet.
Santana obliges but is taking too long so I slap her hands away and rip her shirt down the middle and toss it aside.
Her bra is next and then I pull her pants and thong down leaving her completely nude.
In an instant I twist her around so she's bending over with her ass in the air and I slap it hard three times.
"Mmph." Santana grunts but keeps her ass sticking up like she wants more.
I grind my front into her ass and reach in front of me to tweak her nipples hard and bite her shoulder with a growl.
I stand back up straight and walk my fingers to the entrance of her wet pussy and she urges me to enter by pushing into them.
I pretend to go in and then come back out and she groans in frustration.
I moan because my girl is so sexy when she lets me fuck her like this.
Finally I push two fingers in and start fucking her hard. Good thing Quinn is outside with Sof or she's think her Mommy's were beating the shit out of one another.
San comes quickly but I don't stop. I pound her with my fingers relentlessly and her legs shake barely able to hold herself up.
After the 4th time coming I take my fingers out and hold them up to her lips.
Santana smiles and gingerly sucks on my fingers. "Where'd that come from?"
"I was just thinking about fucking you all day." I lie. It's better not to tell her I got high and wanted to fuck her hard.
She caresses my face with the back of her hand. "I love you."
I gulp, "I love you too." Never have those four words made me feel so shitty.
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Brittany is trimming buds in the packaging room with Santana. It's hot as hell and San notices Britt wearing long sleeves.
"Aren't you hot babe?"
Brittany shakes her head and fidgets in her seat. "No, I'm fine."
San looks at her funny but brushes it off to Brittany just being Brittany.
Santana puts down her clippers and kisses Britt on the cheek. "I'm off to the fields, wish me luck."
Once Brittany is alone she drops everything and basically runs to the other house and into their living room.
Inside everyone is in the living room as usual. Needles litter the coffee table and baggies are spread everywhere.
Mike is in the process of shooting up as Brittany sits down. "Hey guys." She says as she pulls her own stash she bought from Sam out of the drawer in the end table next to her.
Just as she's about to tie off her arm Mike starts to seizure and foam at the mouth.
Tina starts screaming and Sugar runs for the phone and calls 911.
Sam holds his head so he doesn't bang it while seizing.
Santana sees the ambulance going towards the houses and thinks something happened to her girls so she sprints behind it.
When she opens the door she sees Brittany scrambling to hide needles and bags and paramedics putting Mike on oxygen and performing CPR.
It clicks in Santana's head that Brittany was just working and had to have come here as soon as she left. Then she sees the track marks on the blonde's arm that has the sleeve rolled up and her eyes fill with rage.
Brittany puts a hand out to touch her. "San…"
Santana pushes her away. "No. I can't even look at you right now."
The medics shock his heart over and over but nothing comes of it and when one of them reaches to feel for a pulse and shakes his head Tina lets out a heart-wrenching scream and throws herself on top of Mike's body.
"No, no, no, no!" She screams as Sugar rubs her back.
She refuses to let go when the paramedics have to take him to the coroner and Sam has to tear her away as she screams for her love.
Tina buries her face into Sam's chest as they wheel Mike away and the only thing that can be heard is the sobs that wrack Tina's body so painfully that it sound as if she might die too.
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Mercedes even showed up to the funeral even though she thinks they're all dumb for doing the shit anyway.
It's raining like one of those wakes in movies and everyone has black umbrellas to match their clothes and the mood.
Tina isn't crying. She isn't anything.
She walks numbly to the grave plot and waits for the part where she throws a handful of dirt in.
Everyone else is broken up too and Sofia has no idea what's going on but Santana wanted her to pay her respects to her Tio Mike.
Brittany's been trying to talk to Santana all day but the Latina refuses and keeps walking away.
Everyone thinks of memories involving Mike like when he was scared shitless of Santana the first time meeting him or how Puck used to be the muscle that threatened him.
Tina just wants his arms around her again.
Tina foregoes long sleeves and has been shooting up all day and there are marks of dried blood on her arm as she stares blankly at the lowering casket.
She looks over to the tombstone and smiles a bit at the etching that says he was loved, because he was, so damn much.
She grabs a handful of dirt and tosses it over the casket and sends her love to the only man she will ever truly give herself to.
Later that night in bed Santana turns her back on Brittany as she lays down and the blonde feels yet another twinge of hurt along with the symptoms of being dope sick.
Santana rolls over. "The other night. When you fucked me. You were high weren't you?"
Brittany nods dismally.
"And you were high when you watched our daughter?"
"San I-"
"Answer the question Brittany." San spits out.
Brittany looks down and then off to the side and whispers, "Yes."
Santana scoffs and flips the covers off of her before getting out of bed. "I'm going out." Santana puts on shoes. "I love you but I can't be near you right now."
Brittany whimpers and bites her lip to keep her tears at bay and Santana leaves.
"You didn't even ask why." Brittany cries to the empty room and buries her face in Santana's pillow inhaling the scent.
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A dark haired petite woman walks down the street distraught. Her hair is all over the place and tears forge tracks down her cheeks.
Dread seems to follow this woman with every step, right on her heels.
She teeters her feet on the edge of the curb and looks down the street.
The brunette spots a bus and grins. She waits for the right moment and steps out and within seconds everything is concluded with a resounding BANG!