Side Effects
Chapter 19
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Blue eyes flutter open slowly as a sigh escapes her lips. Blinking a few times, Brittany takes a look around the dark room, forgetting for a second where she was. Feeling a warm body pressed up against herself she looks down to see Santana's sleeping form, snuggled up to her.

Brittany can't help but smile as she watches the girl breathe heavily in and out. All of the events over a few hours ago come rushing into her mind and she feels that familiar tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach. It was a good feeling, but she couldn't help but think she maybe had taken things a little too fast.

Okay a lot too fast.

She gets up out of bed and spots a silk robe lying on the back of Santana's computer chair. Grabbing it, she slips it over her naked body, and ties it around her waist. She makes her way across the bedroom and carefully opens the bathroom door, just enough to squeeze in before shutting it behind her. She smiles when she sees their duck wobbling over to her letting out a quack, "Sshh," She tells him with a smile, as she kneels down, "You're going to wake your mommy." She informs him, pointing a finger in his face, before picking him up in her arms, and snuggling him up to her chest.

The blonde couldn't help but wonder what the duck should call her and Santana. They couldn't both be mommy because, well that was just confusing. She shakes her head pulling herself from her thoughts, deciding she'd talk to Santana bout it later.

She rubs her hand down his fur which was wet, telling her he had been swimming around in the tub. She glances over in the corner where his food bowl was and sees it empty. With a frown she places him down on his new bed, before opening the cabinet and grabbing the bag of food they'd bought for him previously in the day.

She pours a handful in the bowl and he quickly makes his way over, devouring it, making her smile. She watches him eat for a few more minutes before deciding to leave him alone. "Night baby." She tells him with a smile, before escaping out of the bathroom.

She looks over at Santana's still sleeping form, briefly before quietly making her way out of Santana's room, being sure not to wake the girl. She walks down the hallway, and descends the steps before making her way into the kitchen. She didn't know the house well, and it was huge but after a couple of wrong turns, she found it.

She walks over to the refrigerator, hoping to find something to drink, because her throat was extremely dry. Probably from all the moaning and panting. She rolls her eyes at herself, but can't stop her lips from curling upwards as she grabs a small bottle of juice, and closes the door behind her.

There was a small island in the big kitchen that had four stools sitting around it, and she decides to take a seat at one of them. She needed to clear her head, and think for a few minutes, and being that close to Santana definitely did not help clear her head. It just made it all foggy and confused, but once again in a good way, somehow.

Really, she wasn't confused. She knew what she wanted, and that was Santana. She'd wanted her since she'd met her. She just couldn't help but think she jumped into this too fast. They weren't even officially a couple and she jumped right into Santana's pants. It was very unlike her.

Okay really, she didn't know if it was unlike her, because she'd never even had the opportunity before to sleep with someone. Who knows, she could be a nympho. Doubtful.

She knew every other person looking at the situation would tell her she was stupid for sleeping the Santana this quickly. But she couldn't make herself feel like she did anything wrong. It had been amazing, and felt so right; it couldn't be wrong. She was in love with Santana.

Love

Did she love Santana? She did. She knew she did, because it wasn't even something she had to think about. The question and answer was simple, and she had no trouble deciding weather or not she did. She'd always seen people question weather or not they were in love, and now she couldn't help but think those people never were. Because when you really are, it's never a question.

Last night was her first time, and it was beyond perfect. She did feel slightly guilty for not returning the favor to Santana, but she'd been too exhausted to even think straight after the pleasure Santana had brought her. She had every intention to make it up to the Latina though, that was for sure. Even though she still was nervous that she couldn't do it right, and wouldn't be able to get Santana off.

She gets pulled out of her thoughts when she hears the front door open and close. Her eyes widen and she swallows nervously, her eyes moving down to the bottle in her hand. She figured it was Santana's mother, and she thought briefly about running back upstairs, but she'd have to run past the foyer so the woman would for sure see her.

She hears the steps growing louder, and she takes in a deep breath, and seconds later the woman stumbles through the doorway of the kitchen. She stops abruptly, steadying herself on the doorframe when she sees Brittany.

The blonde hesitantly looks up to meet the dark eyes of the older woman. She looked exactly like Santana only a lot more aged. A lot. She knew the woman probably wasn't that old, but you could tell she was a little messed up, and certain things she chose to do aged her more than she should be.

"Hi. I'm Brittany." The blonde introduces herself, sitting up a little straighter in her seat. She gives the woman a small smile but Ms. Lopez simply rolls her eyes at the girl and brushes past her, walking over to the liquor cabinet.

Brittany could tell that the woman was already wasted, and didn't need more, but that of course was not her place to say anything. She knew she should probably go back upstairs now, but she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling inside of her to try and talk to Santana's mother. She wanted her to like her, and she wanted her to be better to Santana.

"Are you about to sneak out?" The woman suddenly asks, her words coming out slurred together. She turns around towards Brittany her vodka sloshing around in the bottle.

The blonde's eyes widen at the question, catching her off guard, "No. Of course not. I was just thirsty." Brittany quickly says, averting her eyes back down to her bottle. She was growing more uncomfortable by the second, and her mind was screaming at her to just run back upstairs.

Ms. Lopez simply eyes the girl for a few moments, before averting her eyes as she took another swig of vodka, grimacing as it went down her throat, "Is Santana sleeping?" She asks, looking back over at Brittany as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Yeah." The blonde replies simply, nodding her head to confirm her statement. An awkward silence fills the air, the only sound being made was the liquid sloshing around in Ms. Lopez's vodka bottle. Biting her lip, Brittany looks up at the woman who was swaying in her spot, leaning heavily against the table as she drank, and texted on her phone. Which Brittany wasn't even sure how she managed to do in her state. "I know that you don't, accept Santana's lifestyle…" Brittany starts, making the woman's finger's pause on her cell. "But I want you to know that I love Santana, and I really hope you can like me, and maybe learn to accept Santana, and us." She says, looking over at the woman hopefully.

Ms. Lopez simply scoffs, not looking up from her phone. She continues her text message replying to the blonde as she did, "You won't be here long enough for that sweetie." She replies with a bitter laugh, "Santana is like her father. She has a different girl every week. Sometimes more than that." The woman says, looking up to meet Brittany's crystal blue eyes.

"I know that Santana's been with a bunch of girls, but this is different. She loves me, I know she does." The blonde says, desperately trying to get her mother to believe her.

The woman simply laughs at the thought of it, shaking her head, "Santana isn't the type. She'll never be that perfect girlfriend, and definitely won't be the perfect wife." She says, using an overdramatic dreamlike voice to mock the blonde. "She'll be a loser just like-

"Her father." Brittany finishes, making the woman look at her caught off gaurd, "Yeah, I get it." Brittany confirms, nodding her head. She stands up from the stool, and was about to walk out before turning back to the woman, "Santana is an amazing person, and I don't know her dad, but Santana isn't a loser, and she will be the perfect girlfriend, and wife." The blonde tells the older woman, matter of fact. Maria Lopez simply rolls her eyes, before turning her attention back to her cell phone, clearly not interested in the conversation, or believing a word of it. "I'm going to bed now." Brittany says quietly, before turning and walking out of the room.

Brittany makes her way back into the bedroom and feels tears well up in her eyes, as she watched Santana's sleeping form. Her mother was awful and Brittany hated that Santana had to live with her, and put up with her. She didn't deserve to be treated the way that woman treated her.

She climbs back into bed, and snuggles up to Santana's back, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl. Santana stirs, and mumbles something out that Brittany couldn't understand. "Sshh, go back to sleep." The blonde tells her gently, running her fingers through dark locks. Santana stills and her body relaxes against the blonde. "I love you." Brittany whispers against Santana's ear, as she presses herself further into the brunette's back, holding her close.

She feels Santana stir once again, and lifts her head up as Santana turns over onto her other side, facing Brittany. She had a grin on her face, and Brittany couldn't help but smile also, "I love you too." Santana says softly, moving her hand to Brittany's cheek, caressing it with her thumb.

Brittany smiles and leans forward placing a kiss on Santana's lips, then moves to place one on her forehead. Santana's smile grows although she didn't think possible, and scoots her body closer to Brittany's, the two of them falling asleep wrapped tightly in one another's arms.

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Santana leans down and begins peppering featherlight kisses all over Brittany's face. Seconds later she gets the reaction she had wanted when Brittany begins to stir underneath her. The blonde's face wrinkles up and a small groan escapes her lips, before her eyes begin fluttering open.

Santana continues kissing the blonde lightly, and when her kisses move down to the blonde's neck, she hears Brittany let out a pleasurable sigh, and feels one of the blonde's hands in her hair and the other on her back. "Morning," Santana mumbles into the dancers skin.

"Morning." Brittany replies, sleepily. She pulls gently at Santana's hair, making her pull back to look at the blonde, who is smiling warmly at her.

The Latina smiles back, and presses a soft kiss to Brittany's lips, pulling back after a few seconds. "Did you sleep okay?" She asks sweetly. She rolls over off the blonde and props her head up on her hand, leaning down to look at Brittany, as she brushes a stray piece of hair behind the girls ear.

Brittany smiles and nods her head, letting out a humming noise in response. She rolls over onto her side facing Santana, "I slept perfect." She responds, leaning in to kiss Santana.

Santana lets her eyes flutter back open slowly and is met by a wide grin plastered on Brittany's face, making her heart jump in her chest. She spends a couple more minutes just looking into Brittany's eyes as the blonde did the same. Normally she'd feel weirded out with this much eye contact, but she couldn't seem to look away. She was lost in the strangely comfortable feeling of blue eyes staring back at her.

"How are you feeling after last night?" Santana asks carefully, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen upon them. Her eyes nervously dart back and forth the blondes, searching, looking for any hesitation or regret.

"Last night was amazing." Brittany assures the Latina, squeezing the brunette's hip with her hand reassuringly. "You are amazing." She adds softly, nudging Santana's nose with her own.

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Brittany makes her way down the stairs, and into the Lopez kitchen without getting lost this time. She smiles when she spots Santana standing over the stove, flipping pancakes like a pro. The smell invades Brittany's sense and she hums out in delight as she walks over to the girl.

Wrapping her arms around her from behind she kisses Santana's cheek. She feels the brunette tense in her arms, but quickly relax, realizing who it was. "Those smell awesome." Brittany commends her, looking over the brunette's shoulder at the pancakes that were browning on the stove.

"Thank you." Santana says with an appreciative giggle. She pulls out of Brittany's embrace and reaches for a couple of plates, flipping the pancakes onto them. She takes them both and places them on the table, and pulls out a chair, motioning for the blonde to sit down.

Brittany complies with a smile and sits down in front of a stack of pancakes, eyeing them hungrily. A couple minutes later Santana sits next to her, placing syrup, and two glasses of orange juice in front of them. "I hope you like orange juice. It's kind of all we have." She says with a shy grin, looking over at the blonde.

"I do." Brittany confirms, taking a sip. She reaches out for the syrup and drenches her pancakes as Santana watches with a raised brow.

"Would you like some pancakes with that syrup?" Santana teases, playfully, making Brittany smirk. Santana grabs the thick liquid from Brittany once she finishes and pours some on top of hers. She hears the blonde let out a moan, making her eyes snap up from her plate to look over at Brittany who had her head thrown back as she chewed and her eyes closed.

Santana feels a tingle in the pit of her stomach listening to the blonde. It was causing her to have flashbacks of last night, and Brittany making those same noises, but for other reasons. She pulls herself out of her thoughts, and looks down at her plate which was overflowing with syrup. She quickly stands the bottle back up straight and hears a smirk, making her look over to Brittany who was eyeing her with a smug grin, and a lifted brow.

Footsteps break them away from their staring contest, and they both turn to see Maria walking into the kitchen, looking rough. That was an understatement. "Mom, I didn't know you were home." Santana says, her eyes widening with fear as she watched the older woman stumble around the room. She didn't want Brittany meeting her mom.

The woman doesn't reply to Santana, she just clumsily makes her way over to a cabinet and pulls out some aspirin. Fumbling to get the lid open, she finally does, causing them to spill all over the counter. She picks up a couple and swallows them dry, before turning to look at her daughter.

Santana swallows hard and glances over to Brittany, before looking back at her mother, "This is Brittany." She says, hesitantly. She didn't want them meeting, especially when her mother was in this state, but here they were standing in the same room, and she figured she kind of had to introduce them. Besides she did want her mother to meet the blonde, and hopefully like her.

"We met last night." The woman mumbles, burying her face in her hands.

Santana looks over at Brittany confused and the blonde nods her head awkwardly, biting her lip. "Oh." Is all Santana can manage to say. She watches her mother, stand up straight, inhaling a deep breath as she tried to get her hangover under control, for work in less than an hour. "There are pancakes if you want some." She offers the older woman, before turning back in her seat.

"No thanks. I can't eat that crap." Her mother says, walking over to the fridge.

For a brief second, Brittany could have sworn she saw disappointment in Santana's eyes, but it was quickly washed away with an eye roll. She reaches out, and grabs Santana's right hand that was sitting limply on the table as her left hand played with the food on her plate.

Santana looks up at Brittany after the contact, and the blonde gives her a soft smile, and squeezes on her hand, comfortingly. Santana offers her a weak smile back, then goes back to eating her drenched pancakes.

Brittany's eyes move back over to Maria, who's eyes were focused on the younger girls interlaced hands. The woman's eyes look up and meet Brittany's making her clear her throat and quickly look away. She grabs a glass of water and stalks out of the kitchen without another word.

"Did she say anything to you?" Santana asks fearfully, as soon as her mother had exited the room, "I'm sorry for whatever she said." She adds, already apologizing to the blonde knowing very well her mother had said something to her.

The blonde shakes her head, and reaches squeezes Santana's hand, "She didn't say anything." The blonde lies, "I just came down to get a drink last night, and she came in. We didn't really even speak. I just introduced myself." Brittany explains. She hated lying to Santana, but she couldn't tell the brunette what her mother had said about her and about them. Everything her mother had said was stupid, and there wasn't even a point in upsetting Santana over it.

Santana looks at the girl, unconvinced, but eventually nods her head and breaks her gaze with Brittany, "Let's just go to school." Santana finally says, letting go of Brittany's hand. She stands up from her spot and grabs both of their plates and carries them to the sink, as Brittany just watches her with sad eyes. She wanted to do something, but she didn't know what she could do.

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Brittany walks out of her spanish class and spots Rachel standing at her locker. She walks over, and greets the brunette with a smile, "Hey Rach." She says, leaning up against the locker neighboring the tiny diva's.

"Hi." Rachel replies with a smile, before turning her attention back to her calendar, that hung on her door, that she was currently writing on. "How was your date?" The brunette asks, glancing briefly at the blonde in question.

A dreamlike smile graces Brittany's lips, one that Rachel-not even looking at the girl- could miss. "It was amazing." Brittany gushes, almost emitting a squeal from her throat. But she didn't, because come on how embarrassing would that be? Her mind wanders off to her day with Santana, and how perfect every second of it had been. She wasn't sure how long she'd been off in dreamland, but she soon gets pulled out of it when she notices Rachel staring at her with an eyebrow raised. "What?" She questions, her brows furrowing.

Rachel studies the blonde another few good moments, but shakes her head, signaling nothing. She holds the pen up to her chin, thinking over her week to be sure she hadn't missed anything. Glancing over at Brittany she sees the girl still grinning like an idiot, looking like she was lost in space still.

With a huff Rachel closes her locker door, startling the blonde out of her thoughts, and folds her arms over her chest, "What?"Brittany asks once again, trying to hold a serious face, but within seconds the grin reappeared.

Rachel's eyes widen as realization suddenly hits her, and her mouth gapes open, "Did you sleep with her?" She asks the blonde incredulously.

"Of course not." Brittany says quickly, shaking her head. Okay she had just straight up lied to Rachel, but it wasn't even a thought out lie, it was just defense mode. She knew Rachel would judge her for doing it, and she didn't really feel like listening to the brunette. She was happy with her decision and that was it. She looks seriously at Rachel, trying her best to keep a straight face this time, so she'd believe her, but it of course failed her. Seconds later a smile busts out, and she bites on her lip to hide it but Rachel had seen it.

"Oh my god! You did!" the brunette screams out in the hallway, making Brittany quickly sush her, looking around the hallway at a couple of students who were looking at them curiously. "Brittany! You are supposed to be taking things slow with her." Rachel reminds her, giving her a stern look.

Brittany inhales deeply and nods her head in agreement, "I know that." She confirms. "Things happened and it just led to it." Brittany says with a shrug. "It was perfect Rachel." The blonde gushes, her smile growing on her face once again.

The brunette offers Brittany a small smile, and nods her head, "I'm glad." She says sincerely, "I just hope you aren't jumping into things too soon." She adds with a sigh, giving Brittany a serious look. "I mean I can tell Santana really cares about you, but she is still Santana, and old habits die hard." She reminds the blonde.

"I know that." Brittany confirms, "But I trust her. She loves me, I can tell." the blonde says with a small smile, "And I love her too." She adds, making Rachel sigh, and give the blonde a worried look, but nevertheless smile at her best friend. "I know you're being protective, and thank you for being the awesomest best friend ever." Brittany tells her with a giggle, nudging the girls shoulder.

Rachel shakes her head trying to give the blonde a scowl, but it doesn't work and a giant grin soon takes over her face as a giggle slips past her lips. Brittany laughs also, and Rachel rolls her eyes, before turning to walk down the hallway, Brittany following closely.

As they walk down the hall they see Quinn walking towards them, and Brittany holds in a breath, as the blonde gets closer. She glances over at Rachel who was walking a little slower and had her eyes trained nervously on the cheerio as she approached them.

Brittany watches Quinn, wondering what was about to happen. She didn't have a slushy in her hand, but with a snap of her fingers she could have one. Also she didn't need one to humiliate the brunette, she did it often without any physical weapons.

The blonde simply gives Rachel a small smile, and continues walking in the opposite direction. Brittany and Rachel both stop in the middle of the hallway, and Brittany glances back to where the cheerio had walked off, before turning back to the tiny diva, "So I take it things are going better with you guys?" She asks raising an eyebrow. It was weird seeing Quinn actually behave like a decent human being.

Rachel smiles softly, and nods her head, her eyes still following Quinn down the hallway. "We hung out last night, actually." She says matter of fact, turning her eyes to meet Brittany's. "We talked a lot, and Quinn told me that I was right, and she's miserable and she didn't want to admit it, but it's because she needs me." The brunette says, not being able to contain her smile.

"So you just forgave her? Just like that?" Brittany asks curiously, raising an eyebrow at her friend.

The brunette shakes her head, "No. Well I forgave her, but I told her I wasn't just going to get back together with her that easily." Rachel explains, making Brittany nod her head approving, "Although, you." She says, pointing a finger in the girls face, "Have no right to judge me on jumping into things." She says, giving the blonde a challenging look.

Brittany let's out a sigh, and nods her head. She couldn't argue.

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Lunch time rolls around and Brittany is behind Santana in the lunch line. They get down to the register and the Latina informs the lady behind the counter that she's paying for both her and Brittany's, and before the blonde even has a chance to protest, she's paid the woman and they're walking out.

They look around the big room full of student, talking amongst themselves, and Santana looks back at Brittany. "I wanted to sit with Rachel today. If that was okay." Brittany says shyly. She didn't want Santana to think she didn't want to sit with her or her friends, but since her and Rachel had made up she wanted to sit with her. And to be honest Brittany was tired of sitting with Puck and all the football boys, even though she knew they were Santana's best friends. She just needed a break.

"That's okay." Santana says with a smile, nodding her head. The blonde leans in and places a kiss on Santana's cheek and walks over to her old table, taking a seat next to Rachel. She is surprised when she sees Santana sit next to her out of the corner of her eye. She looks over at the brunette who offers her a smile, "What?" She asks curiously.

Brittany shakes her head, dismissing the girl, "Nothing, I just figured you'd sit with your friends." She explains to Santana.

"Of course not. Wherever you go, I follow." Santana says with a smirk, shrugging her shoulders.

The blonde beams at the Latina next to her, before turning her attention to her friends, she hadn't gotten to talk to much lately. They all give Santana quizzical stares, wondering why she was sitting with them, but soon brush it off and turn their attention to Brittany who was telling them a story about some girl in spanish today.

A few minutes later the table is all chatting, even Santana who surprisingly, had been getting along well with her friends. Brittany wasn't sure if it would be awkward with Rachel, and she also knew Santana hand't been the nicest to Kurt and Mercedes. But things so far had been great.

Mercedes a few minutes later, gets interrupted mid sentence when a new body decided to sit at their table. They all turn their attention to Quinn who was awkwardly sitting down next to Rachel giving the rest of the table uneasy smiles. "Is it okay if I sit here?" She asks, sounding a lot more confident than she looked.

Santana eyes her suspiciously along with the rest of the group, besides Brittany who felt pride take over her emotions. She was happy Quinn was finally doing something about her feelings, and her and Rachel's relationship. She wanted Rachel to be happy, especially after what she'd done to her.

The table all nod their heads, the looks of confusion never falling from their faces. Quinn turns to Rachel who is giving her a wide grin, obviously happy that she'd decided to come over and sit with them. It was a bold move, which meant she really was trying.

Brittany feels Santana nudge her arm, and she looks over at the girl who was giving her a confused look, "I'll tell you later." Brittany promises placing a hand on Santana's thigh.

The Latina looks around Brittany, eyeing Quinn with a brow raised before looking back at Brittany, and nodding her head. She wanted to know what the hell was going on, but she could accept that she'd have to wait until later to find out. Instead of worrying about it she shrugs and grabs her sandwich taking a bite.

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