Hey guys! First of all, I apologize for taking so long with this update. I somewhat lost interest in this story, actually most all fanfic. Plus, things were really good in my life so I felt like I didn't need to write to make myself happy. Now things aren't so good. So I'm trying to get back into writing. I had half of this written already. I'm not sure how good the last half is but I wanted to get something for you guys. I hope you're still with me. I'm not going to make promises on new updates but I will promise to try to keep up with them and update somewhat regularly. I hope you enjoy this. Sorry if it sucks.
It has been four months since the accident. Brittany was all healed up. She went through physical therapy and her leg is all good. I got myself a new car. A white 2011 Range Rover Sport. It's my new baby. Brittany wants to get a new Durango but I don't know about that.
Laying in bed, I snuggled close to Brittany. "What do you want to do today, B?"
"Can we stay like this all day?"
"We could but I think we should get out. It's a beautiful day."
"Ok." Brittany sighed. "Remind me to call my mom today."
"Ok, babe." I rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up. "We can go to the beach. How does that sound?"
"Sure. I miss the beach."
"The beach misses you."
An hour later, we were walking along the beach, hand-in-hand. We passed by kids playing in the sand and water. Brittany watched them, smiling. Finally, we picked a spot to sit. Brittany sat between my legs, leaning against me.
"I'm glad you dragged me out of the house today."
"Me too. Oh hey, don't forget to call your mom." I softly poked her in the side.
*Brittany's POV*
"I'll do that now before I forget." I grabbed my phone and dialed my mom's number.
"Hello," she picked up after a few rings.
"Hey mom. How are you?"
"Oh, Brittany! I'm wonderful. How are you?"
"I'm good. Santana dragged me out to the beach today."
"That sounds lovely."
"It is. I finished physical therapy the other day."
"So you're all better now?"
"100% better."
"Great. So when are you coming home?"
"I'll have to talk to San but we'll try soon."
"It better be soon. We miss you so much."
"I know. I miss you too."
"Are you living with Santana now?"
"I've been staying there the past few months. Nothing is official but I might as well be."
"Well I need to meet her as soon as possible. I need to make sure she's good enough for my little girl."
"She is and I'm not a little girl anymore, mom."
"You'll always be my little girl."
"When is the next time Cassie will be home?"
"She has a break in three weeks. Are you coming then?"
"I'll try."
"Please do, honey."
"I'll do what I can, mom."
"Ok. Dad says hi."
"Tell him I said hi. But I'm gonna go. I'll call you when we know what's going on."
"Ok honey. I love you."
"Love you too." I ended the call and sighed.
"What's wrong, babe?" Santana asked, nuzzling her nose to my neck.
"My mom wants us to come out as soon as possible."
"It's up to you, B."
"My sister will be home in three weeks. How about then?"
"Sure. Whatever you want."
"I expected more of a fight." I laughed.
"I know how much this means to you and I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."
"You're the sweetest thing ever." I smiled.
"Just for you." She kissed my neck softly.
I stood up and held my hands out. Pulling Santana up, I smiled. "My mom is excited to meet you."
"I hope I live up to the expectations." She laughed nervously.
"You will. They'll love you for sure." We walked back down the beach in a comfortable silence. I could tell Santana was deep in thought about something. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"There's something I've been thinking about a lot lately. Something we should do."
"What's that?"
"Well you had mentioned how you want to have your own restaurant like your parents someday and I would like to get off my father's bank account. So it got me thinking about stuff. I think we should open our own restaurant/club."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Santana smiled brightly. "I've been thinking about different themes and stuff. I think we could do really well with it."
"That's a good idea. We should look into it."
"You're the best." She kissed my cheek with the biggest smile I'd seen in a while.
"I know." I laughed.
*Santana's POV*
We walked back to the car and I couldn't stop smiling. As we left, my phone started to ring. I grabbed it from my pocket. "Hello?"
"Hey Lopez. What's up?"
"Hey Puckerman. Me and Britt are just leaving the beach."
"You wanna party tonight?"
"Do you even have to ask?" I laughed.
"Since it's your house, yes." He laughed. "So the plan is we'll have dinner here with our girls then set up and party."
"She's coming?" I asked, trying to hide the disgust in my voice.
"Yes she is. And I really wish you two would get along."
"I don't see that happening."
"Well will you go to the store and get dinner?"
"Sure. Do we need alcohol?"
"We're almost out of Jack and vodka."
"Ok. Mixers?"
"Grab some."
"Ok. I'll be home soon." I hung up and dropped the phone in my lap.
"Party tonight?" Brittany asked from the passenger seat.
"Yeah. That ok?"
"Yeah. I was gonna suggest we go out but a house party is cool."
"We have to pick up a few things real quick."
"Ok." She smiled, taking my hand.
After a quick trip to the store, Brittany helped me carry stuff inside. "It's ok, Puckerman. We don't need help."
Puck jumped off the couch. "I didn't know you were home yet."
"Whatever just get the rest of the stuff." I hopped up on the counter after dropping the bags. I motioned for Brittany to come closer. She stepped between my legs and I wrapped my arms around her neck. "Wanna go upstairs before dinner?"
"Sure." She smirked, bringing her lips to mine.
I slid off the counter and she jumped on my back. I ran up the stairs, into my bedroom. An hour and a half and a shower later, Brittany and I wandered downstairs. Puck made me help with dinner. Dinner didn't go horribly. I just ignored Quinn's looks.
"Puck, are you going to help with dishes?" I asked, clearing the table.
"He cooked so it's only fair you do them," Quinn said, giving me major attitude.
"Actually, I helped with dinner so get your facts straight before mouthing off."
"I'll help, babe," Brittany smiled, taking some plates.
"It's ok. I got it." I took the plates and went into the kitchen. I stood at the sink, letting the water run. Of all the times for the dishwasher to be broken. I started washing the plates when I felt Brittany's arms around my waist.
"You ok?" She kissed my neck.
"She pisses me off." I shrugged. "If she mouths off when I'm drunk, I'll beat the hell out of her."
"Don't do that. She's not worth it."
"I know. I just really don't like her."
"We'll stay away from her tonight, ok?"
"Ok." I nodded. I turned my head for a quick kiss. I finished the dishes quickly so we could get ready for the party.
As soon as we were upstairs, Brittany had me pushed up against the door. Her hands were under my shirt, pushing it up. I grabbed around her waist.
"Lopez, people are showing up!" Puck shouted, banging on the door. "Hurry up!"
"We'll be down in a minute," I yelled.
"Let's get dressed, hun," Brittany smiled.
"If we have to."
"We do." She pushed off the door and headed to the closet.
I walked over, standing in the doorway. "Move in with me."
"What?" She spun around quickly.
"Move in." I smiled.
"Ok." She smiled.
"Ok." I pulled her close, kissing her softly.
We got changed and wandered downstairs to the party, already started. Brittany took it slow but I didn't. I was knocking drinks back pretty quick. We wandered outside and sat by the pool.
"Lopez, beer pong in 5," Puck hollered outside the door.
I nodded and turned back to Brittany. I kissed her neck softly and offered her my hand. We walked back inside to the game room to find Puck. He was filling up the cups at the table. I stood at the table with Brittany by my side, her arm loosely draped around my waist. She kissed my cheek and slapped my ass as the game started.
"Let's get this game going," I said, holding onto the table. I winked at Brittany.
"Don't get pissed when you lose," Puck stuck his tongue out.
"Oh I'm not losing." I smirked, tossing a ball into his cup.
15 minutes later, we were tied at 5 cups each. I was on a roll and Puck was starting to get pissed. I sank two more and he went off. "This is total bullshit!" He shouted.
"Drink it up!" He threw the ball at me. "Don't pout. It's just a game, dude."
"Go to hell, Lopez!"
"What the hell?"
"You're a bitch! I hope you know that!" He came around the table fast and angry.
"Back the fuck up, Puckerman."
He stuck his finger in my face. "You're just trash and worthless."
I grabbed a cup of beer and threw it in his face. "Fuck off! Where the fuck is this coming from? I didn't even do anything to you."
"Get away from him," Quinn came between Puck and me, pushing me away.
"Stay out of this, Quinn. It has nothing to do with you."
"Well when you throw beer all over my boyfriend, I'm gonna get involved."
"Then you're gonna get your ass beat." I got in her face but was pulled back.
"Let it go," Brittany whispered in my ear.
"Yeah, let it go," Quinn mocked. "Go be a whore with your little girlfriend of the hour."
I lost it. I threw myself at the blonde bitch. I punched her hard across the jaw. She grabbed a handful of hair and threw me to the floor. She kicked me in the side twice before I grabbed her foot, pulling her to the floor. I climbed on top of her and started hitting her face.
Brittany smacked Puck on the back of the head. "See what you started?" she rolled her eyes. "Help me get Santana under control."
"I'm in total control." I laughed. Quinn clawed at my arms and face as I kept hitting her.
"Get this crazy bitch off me!" Quinn screamed.
Puck and Brittany each grabbed an arm and pulled me off of Quinn. I fought hard against Puck. "You better check your girl," I laughed.
"Are you good?" Puck asked, looking concerned.
"I'm great. I'm gonna get another drink."
Puck looked at Brittany before going to check on Quinn. I walked into the kitchen with Brittany following.
"Are you ok?" Brittany asked, standing back a little.
I nodded. "I'm good."
"You're bleeding a little. Come on, let me clean you up."
"I'm fine, Britt." I smiled, pulling her close. "I promise."
"Ok." She smiled. "Let's go swimming."
"Naked?" I quirked an eyebrow.
"Not with people here."
"Well damn." I smirked, chasing her upstairs.
