Side Effects
Chapter 18
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Diego quickly makes his way out of the bathroom, quaking repeatedly. Santana pulls her shorts on and jumps out of the bed, scooping him up into her hands and crawling back into the bed, next to Brittany who was throwing her clothes on haphazardly.
Brittany reaches over and pets Diego carefully, making cooing noises at him, telling him everything was okay. The blonde looks over at Santana who was looking back at her with wide eyes. They break away from each other and turn their attention to the doorway of Santana's bathroom where her mother was staggering out, "What the hell is that thing?" She asks, pointing a finger towards the furry animal in Santana's hands.
Santana pulls him up to her chest instinctively, "He's a duck." She says simply.
"His name is Diego." Brittany adds with an unsure smile, looking at the woman who was seething. The woman simply blinks at her and Brittany moves her gaze over to Diego, reaching her hand out to pet his head.
Maria takes in a deep breath and lets her gaze move from the creature in her daughters hands up to Santana's face, "I want it out. That thing is disgusting and will not be living in my house." Maria spits out venomously. She looks down at him once again and gives a grimace letting out a low noise almost like growl.
Santana's brows furrow, and she shakes her head, "He isn't bothering you. He's been here almost week and you haven't even noticed!" Santana retorts, holding Diego even closer to her body in case her mother made any movements to grab him.
"This is my house Santana. My rules." She says through gritted teeth. She throws a few pills that she had gotten from the bathroom into her mouth, and swallows them dry, before lowering her head to look over at Santana once more. "And I want him out. Now." She says pointedly.
The woman turns to walk out of her daughters room, but Santana's voice stops her, "No." The younger Latina replies simply and firmly. Maria turns around slowly, narrowing her eyes at Santana challengingly.
"No?" Maria asks, clearly not believing her daughter had just back talked her. "You do not tell me no. I am your mother." She says, taking a few slow steps towards Santana who was still snuggling Diego close to her body.
Santana swallows hard, and fear flashes on her face briefly, but she quickly covers it up, and glares hard at her mother. "You aren't my mother." She says lowly, causing both Brittany and Maria's eyes to widen, "Just because you gave birth to me doesn't mean you are my mother." She adds, through gritted teeth.
A tense silence falls over the room and Brittany darts her eyes back and forth between the two Latina's, trying to figure out what was going to happen next. Both Lopez's were staring hard at one another, scowls prominent and both faces. Before Brittany even had time to register what was happening next, Maria steps forward and slaps Santana hard across her face.
Santana's hand comes up to her cheek, and her face scrunches up in pain. Her body stills and she's too stunned to move, or say anything back. Her mother had never physically hurt her before. She of course verbally abuses her constantly, but she'd never laid a hand on her. Santana of course had never stood up to her mom, or talked to her in the way she just had either.
Before Santana knows what is going on she feels Diego being lifted from her arms, which snaps her out of her trance. She shakes her head, blinks a few times and sees Maria making her way out of the room with Diego under her arm, quacking.
She watches Brittany jump out of the bed, and run after her mother which of course makes Santana quickly follow. Her reflexes were a bit lagged, but she blamed it on still being in shock. She makes her way down the stairs and sees Brittany grab Diego from her mother as Maria went to open the front door, surprising Santana. "Don't touch him!" The blonde yells, cuddling Diego protectively to her chest.
"You do not have the right to speak to me like that. You are a guest in my house." Maria says coldly as she grips into Brittany's arm.
Santana's eyes widen and she just about jumps the last half of the stairs, and pushes her mom off of her girlfriend. She watches in fear as the older woman stumbles back and lands on the ground. Santana stands protectively in front of Brittany and Diego, glaring down at her mother who was sitting on the floor in shock.
It shocked Santana also. She had always had urges to hit her mother, when she was angry but she never thought she'd actually be capable of touching her. Although she also never thought her mother would be capable of touching her. "Do not touch my girlfriend." Santana grits out, through clenched teeth. Santana hears Brittany sniffle behind her, but she keeps her eyes on her mother, making sure she wasn't going to surprise her.
The woman still sat on the ground to shocked to even get up. She moves her gaze up to meet Santana's who was watching her every move intently. Maria clenches her jaw and stands up from the floor slowly, and notices Santana's body tense, ready to snap into action if she had to.
They have another staring contest for what felt like forever, but was only a minute or two, before Maria scoffs and turns on her heel walking out of the foyer. Santana watches her retreating figure until she was completely out of side, then turns around to Brittany. The blonde was crying, and looked scared out of her mind, which made Santana's heart break.
Santana pulls Brittany into a hug, careful not to squish Diego in the process. She holds Brittany close to her and runs her hand through the blonde's locks. "I'm so sorry." Santana apologizes as her own tears begin forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry you had to be here for all of that." She adds with a small sigh. This is why she hadn't wanted Brittany to meet her mother. She didn't want to suck her girlfriend into her family drama.
"Don't apologize." Brittany finally says, followed by a sniffle. She pulls away from the hug and smiles gently at Santana, "None of this was your fault." She tells her, looking deep into vulnerable mocha orbs. "You don't deserve any of this." Brittany tells her seriously, cupping Santana's face with both of her hands. Her voice was firm, yet sincere almost like she was trying to convince Santana that this was true. She knew Santana had a trouble home life, and that's where a lot of her issues stemmed from. She wanted the Latina to know she deserved better than all of this; she deserved to be happy.
The Latina rests her forehead against Brittany's and nods her head slowly, letting her eyes fall closed. She had so many emotions running through her right now, and all she needed was to be close to Brittany. Whenever she was near the blonde, somehow everything bad managed to disappear. "I'll take you home." she whispers after a couple of minutes, opening her eyes back up to meet Brittany's ocean blue's.
Brittany simply nods her head, and pulls away from Santana. She laces her fingers with the brunette's and pulls her up the stairs to go and get her stuff. "What are we gong to do about Diego?" Brittany asks, once they are safely in Santana's room. She places a soft kiss on the ducks head and looks at Santana with unsure eyes.
Santana sighs and runs a hand through her hair. She wanted to keep him here, because there was no way she'd be able to give him away. Brittany loved him more than anything already, and as much as she hated to admit it, so did Santana. But she also knew if he stayed in the house her mother would probably kill him and have him for dinner just to spite her.
"He can stay at my house for a little while." Brittany suggests, after watching Santana's internal battle.
"Would your parents mind?" Santana asks skeptically. She knew when she had first bought the animal for Brittany there was a chance she'd have to be the one keeping it, which is why she'd fixed up her bathroom for him. It wasn't unusual for parents to not want any animal guests in their homes, and figured Brittany's parents were no exceptions. Especially since it was a duck.
Brittany merely shrugs her shoulders as she starts undressing. In her hurry she'd put on some of Santana's clothes earlier, and was now changing into her own. She sees Santana watching her out of the corner of her eye and can't help but smirk. "I'll talk to her." She finally says, voicing her answer to Santana's previous question. She successfully gets dressed and turns her attention to Santana who looks away trying to act as if she hadn't been gawking at her while she changed.
A smile tugs on the blonde's lips and she walks over placing herself on Santana's lap, who was sitting on the bed. She lies her arms loosely over Santana's shoulder and places a soft kiss to her girlfriends lips. "Are you ready?" Santana asks, making the blonde nod.
Santana mimics the action and taps on the blonde's thigh, signaling for her to get off of her. As much as she'd like to stay here with Brittany on her lap and kiss her senseless, she wanted to get out of her house, and she knew the blonde did also.
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The drive to Brittany's house is silent for the most part. The radio is playing softly throughout the car, and occasionally Diego lets out a quack from his spot on Brittany's lap.
Both girls were mentally trying to figure everything out. They both felt a whirlwind of emotions flowing through them after the past hours events. It was shocking to Santana just as much as it was to Brittany. She'd watch her mother slowly break more and more after her father had left, and it killed her. She was her mother and she just wanted her to care about her. She wanted her old mom back.
"Has she ever hit you before?" Brittany asks in a small voice, breaking them of the heavy silence.
Santana looks over at her a bit caught off guard with the question, but shakes her head, "No. That was the first time." Santana confirms with a sigh. "Don't worry about it though, it won't happen again." She tries reassuring her. She spares a glance over at her girlfriend who was staring out the window at the houses they passed.
"How do you know that?" Brittany asks quietly.
Swallowing thickly, Santana's hands grip onto her steering wheel tighter. She wasn't sure if her mother would hit her again, because honestly she didn't think she'd hit her the one time. Santana lets out a sigh and reaches over grabbing one of Brittany's hands in her own. "Don't worry about me babe." Santana whispers before placing a kiss on the back of Brittany's hand.
"You know I'm going to." Brittany deadpans as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, making Santana's lips curl up.
Santana simply sighs at the girl as she pulls up into Brittany's driveway. She puts the car into park, and pulls the keys out of the ignition. She flashes Brittany a warm smile before getting out of her car, and walking around to the blonde's side. Brittany already had the door opened by the time she reached the passengers side, and she extends her hand out for Brittany to take.
The blonde smiles shyly at the gesture and places her hand in Santana's, and steps out of the Camaro. Santana smiles at Brittany and wraps her arms around the girls waist, pulling her into a deep embrace. She buries her face into the crook of Brittany's neck, and inhales deeply.
They stay standing in the middle of Brittany's driveway for a good 5 minutes, wrapped up in each other's arms, relishing in the warmth of each other's bodies. Santana whispers more apologies into the blonde's ear, and Brittany holds her tighter. "I told you not to be sorry. You didn't nothing wrong." Brittany tells her once again, sternly. She pulls out of the hug just enough to look Santana in the eyes, and notices her girlfriend crying. Brittany's forehead creases and she brings her thumbs up to wipe away the stray tears running down the Latina's face. "It's okay San," Brittany tells her gently. She pulls Santana back into her body, tightening the grip around her protectively. "Do you want to stay here for a little while?" Brittany asks her softly.
Santana sniffles and pulls away from the embrace, and shakes her head, "No. I'm fine." Santana says, trying to convince her girlfriend she was in fact fine. Although Brittany could see through the lie. Santana's face was the most vulnerable she felt like she'd ever seen her. She looked hurt, scared, and angry all at once.
"Please, stay with me." Brittany pleads with the girl. She looks deep into Santana's eyes, and gives her the best puppy dog pout and dough eyes she could muster up.
This causes a small giggle to erupt from Santana's throat, and she rolls her eyes playfully. "Fine." Santana says in a huff, acting like it was a chore to do so, even though they both knew better than that. She cracks a smile when Brittany glares at her, and they make their way into the house; hands interlaced.
Brittany and Santana make their way into Brittany's bedroom upstairs. Her mother had been in her bedroom and the blonde simply yelled to her that they were home, before rushing up the stairs. Brittany places Diego on her bed, and smiles widely at him, "Are you gonna have a sleepover with mommy?" She asks Diego excitedly, sitting on the bed next to him.
Santana watches with a smile as Brittany coos over the little guy. She sits down on the edge of the bed on the other side of Diego and looks down at Brittany who was lying on her side, petting him. "Britt," Santana says quietly, making the blonde look up at her with curious eyes. "I know you keep telling me not to apologize, but I'm sorry for bringing you into all of this family drama. I know how my mother is, and I should have never even brought you to my house." She explains with a sigh. "It's a lot to handle, and I know you were scared. If you want to break up with me, I would completely understand." Santana says lowly as tears threaten to spill from her eyes once again.
The blonde's brows furrow, and she watches Santana for a few good moments as the brunette stares down at her hands in her lap. Brittany sits up, and puts Diego on the floor, and scoots closer to Santana. "Baby," She starts, trying to get the girls attention. Santana looks up at her, and Brittany smiles warmly before continuing, "I love you." She says simply. "None of what your mother does is your fault, like I've told you a million times already." She assures her, clasping both Santana's hands in her own, giving them a reassuring squeeze.
Santana opens her mouth to say something, but Brittany stops her before she could speak. "Stop." She says simply, giving the girl a firm look. She swings her leg over Santana's lap, successfully straddling her girlfriend. "I'm not going anywhere so just deal with it." She says with a smirk.
The brunette can only smile in response, and leans in placing a soft kiss on Brittany's lips. "I love you too." She responds, pulling back, only to have Brittany pull her into an even more passionate kiss.
Brittany's fingers tangle in dark locks puling Santana even closer to her. Santana's hands caress up and down toned thighs before coming to rest on Brittany's butt, squeezing the soft flesh through the material of her pants. She lets out a content sigh as she feels Brittany's mouth and tongue doing amazing things on her neck.
"Ahem," They hear a few minutes later, making them pull apart abruptly and look towards the door where Susan was standing. She had an eyebrow raised and Diego in her hands, "I found this downstairs eating Lord Tubbington's food." She informs the two girls with a smirk, offering the duck out to the two girls.
Both girls blush, and Brittany carefully climbs off of Santana. She walks over to her mother and takes Diego out of her hands, not looking her mother in the eye. "This is Diego." She says lowly, with her head bowed down focusing on said duck. She was too embarrassed to actually look at her mother after what she'd just walked in on. "Santana bought him. He's our duck." She explains, walking back over to the bed, and sitting back down next to Santana.
"That was sweet." Susan comments with a smile. She glances over at Santana who's cheeks had turned a deep crimson red, and she tries her best to hold in a chuckle. "But he isn't staying here, I hope you understand?" Susan adds, in a more firm voice, moving her gaze back over to her daughter.
Brittany frowns deeply, and finally looks up at her mother, "Just for tonight?" She asks with a pout. Her mother simply gives her a look. The look that told Brittany not to argue with her. And normally Brittany wouldn't argue, but Diego had no other safe place right now. "Can I talk to you alone?" Brittany asks her mother, before the older woman could protest once again.
Susan exhales deeply, but nods her head. She watches her daughter give Santana a reassuring smile, and place a kiss to the corner of her mouth before walking out of her bedroom, and out into the hallway.
The older woman follows Brittany down the hallway and into the guest bedroom next door where her daughter closes the door behind them. Brittany ends up spilling on everything that had happened at the Lopez's earlier in that day. Even down to Maria hitting Santana. She wasn't sure how Santana would react when she found she'd told her mom, but she had to tell someone what happened, and she trusted her mom. She tells her mother everything. Also she needed her to understand why Diego needed to stay with them for the night, and maybe even Santana.
"You aren't going over there again." Was the first thing that came out of the woman's mouth, after hearing the story. "If I hear that woman touched you, I swear…" She adds angrily, trailing off as thoughts of different scenario's of what she'd do to the woman entered her mind.
Okay, so Brittany left out the part where Maria had touched her. She knew her mom would explode if she heard. "Okay." Brittany answers with a head nod. She assumed Santana wasn't going to let her come back to her house either, so it wasn't that big of a deal that her mother was banning her from going over to the Lopez's. "But mom, there has to be something we can do. Santana shouldn't have to live like this." The blonde says desperately. She wasn't sure what her mom could do, but she wanted someone to do something to help her girlfriend. She didn't deserve any of this.
Susan lets out a sigh and runs a hand over her face, and into her hair. "Sweetie, there isn't anything I can do, except call social services, but even that could take weeks before anything goes down." She explains to her daughter.
"No." Brittany says quickly, shaking her head. "Santana would be angry if you did that." She says, dismissing the idea, knowing how pissed Santana would probably be.
"Well, if she touches Santana again, I'm doing it whether she wants me to or not." Susan says matter of fact, giving her daughter a stern look.
Brittany can't help but smile at the fact that her mother was being protective over her girlfriend. Although the smile didn't stay long, considering the situation that she was in. It was a serious matter, and it was honestly worrying the blonde to no end. She didn't want Santana going back to that house. "I'll talk to her." Brittany tells her, "But can she stay here for a night? Please." The blonde asks, clasping her hands together in front of her chest, "Just to give her mother a bit of time to cool down." She adds quickly, hoping her mother would agree.
"She can stay." Susan confirms, nodding her head, making Brittany grin widely. She just about throws herself at her mother, thanking her. "But you aren't sleeping in the same bed." She adds sternly, pulling away from her daughter to give her a pointed look.
"And Diego?" She asks with a surgery sweet smile, blinking her eyes a couple times, making the older woman roll her eyes.
"He can stay also." She says with faux agitation, making the blonde jump on her once again, letting out a shriek.
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After dinner, Brittany and Santana had watched a little bit of TV with her parents in the living room before retreating up the stairs. This was the first time Santana had met Mr. Pierce, and she had been noticeably nervous. It amused Brittany, because honestly her dad was completely harmless, and her mother would be the one to do more damage, rather than her dad. He'd never hurt a fly.
Brittany was currently lying on her bed, resting her back against the headboard as she held a sleeping Diego in her lap. She watched as Santana paced her room in front of the bed, her cell phone pressed up against her ear. She was calling her mom, and so far she hadn't received an answer.
A few seconds later, Santana lets out a huff and tosses her phone onto the blonde's bed. "She isn't picking up." She informs Brittany, before crawling onto the bed, "Either she is ignoring me, or she is out getting plastered." Santana says lowly, as she settles against the headboard next to Brittany. "I pick the latter." She says with a sigh. Santana looks over at Brittany who looked back at her with tightlipped smile and apologetic eyes. The brunette scoots closer and slides down onto the bed, letting her head fall on her girlfriends shoulder.
"I wish there was something I could do." Brittany says quietly, after a minute.
Santana doesn't respond for a few good seconds. She sits up, and grabs Diego from Brittany, before placing him down on his bed they'd brought along. She glances towards the bedroom door making sure it was closed, before looking back over at Brittany who was looking at her confused. Santana simply smiles and settles her body between Brittany's legs that were now bent slightly creating a 90 degree angle.
The brunette runs her hands slowly up and down Brittany's strong thighs, her eyes following her hands motions. "There is something you can do." Santana finally says, moving her gaze up to meet ocean blue's. "Well, something you already do." Santana corrects with a small eye roll and a shrug. Same thing.
Brittany smiles softly at her girlfriend, her arms wrapping around Santana's waist. "What's that?" Brittany asks curiously, the smile never leaving her lips.
"Just being here." Santana says with a small shrug, looking down shyly, "and loving me." She adds, quietly. "When I'm with you, all the bad stuff seems to disappear, or just not matter anymore." The Latina explains, her eyes watching her hands as they continue running up and down Brittany's legs.
Brittany smiles widely at the now blushing Latina. She grips Santana's hands, stilling them, making Santana look back up at her. The blonde simply leans in capturing Santana's lips with her own in a loving kiss.
Minutes later the girls were still kissing, but it had turned much more heated. Brittany was lying down on the bed with Santana fully on top of her, settled between her two strong thighs. Santana pulls away from the kiss, and moves them down the blonde's neck, nipping at the soft flesh. She was positive there would be a mark left behind, and she just hoped Brittany's mother wouldn't freak out.
She hears the blonde let out a breathy moan as she sucks hard at Brittany's pulse point. The brunette lets her hands trail up Brittany's body, stopping to massage the soft flesh of her breasts that fit perfectly in her hands.
"San?" Brittany asks breathlessly. She hears Santana let out a humming noise, but doesn't bother puling away from Brittany's neck. "Have you thought about that double date?" She asks, tugging gently at Santana's hair. She lets out a soft moan when she feels Santana's hand slip underneath her shirt.
"No, not really." Santana mumbles against Brittany's skin. Her lips trail back up the blonde' s jawline and meet her lips, kissing her deeply once again. Her hands massage of Brittany's breasts over her bra, and she wants nothing more than to just rip her damn clothes off.
Brittany pulls away from the kiss, after a few moments, and feels Santana's lips on her neck once again, "Well, will you go?" Brittany struggles to ask. Santana was doing amazing things to her body, but she had promised Rachel she'd convince the brunette to go tomorrow.
Santana pulls away from Brittany and looks down at the blonde who's eyes were fluttering open at the loss of contact. "No." Santana says firmly, "it'll be too awkward. Besides I can't stand Quinn anymore. In fact, I never could stand her, she was just hot, and a good lay." Santana says honestly, making the blonde's face scrunch up in disgust. "Sorry." Santana says with a giggle, leaning down to place a soft kiss on Brittany's lips.
"Please?" Brittany asks with a pout.
"No." Santana says once again, before returning her lips back to Brittany's milky skin, thinking that was the end of the conversation. Next thing she knows Brittany is pushing roughly at her shoulders, and slides out from underneath her, causing Santana to roll over onto her back. She looks up at the blonde who had her arms folded tightly over her chest, and was now sitting up against the headboard with a pout. "Baby." Santana says sternly.
Brittany just lets out a huff and rolls her eyes, looking straight ahead. She wanted to go on that double date, and she wasn't going to give up until Santana gave in. Sure Santana had slept with all of them in the past, but that's exactly what it was. The past. Things are only awkward if you make them awkward.
Santana watches Brittany's face with slight amusement. She knew Brittany was trying to be angry at her so she'd give in, but that wasn't going to work. She could play this game too. "Britt…" She says softly, scooting closer to the blonde. She reattaches her lips to the blonde's neck, and lets her hand trail back up Brittany's shirt. "Baby," She moans out against the blonde's skin.
The blonde bites her lip hard, trying not to give into Santana. She wraps her fingers around the Latina's wrist and successfully pulls her hand out from under her shirt, and places it over on Santana's lap. "Don't." Brittany says lowly, still keeping her eyes forward.
The Latina pulls back slightly caught off guard with the blonde's reaction. Normally if she did this, girls would melt like putty and she'd have them in the palm of her hand. She's always been persuasive, and always gets her way. "Brittany, come on." She says with a sigh, pulling back completely, after it was obvious the blonde wasn't going to give in. "This isn't fair. I know she's your friend, but what about me? Did you ever think about how awkward it will be for me?" She asks, looking at Brittany desperately.
Blue eyes finally peel off the wall, and look over at Santana with a glare. "They've both agreed to go, and it obviously won't be awkward for them. Santana it's the past, get over it. They have." Brittany says harshly. She knew it wouldn't be awkward for Santana, the Latina just didn't want to go, so she was trying to make up an excuse.
Santana opens her mouth to protest, but a knock stops her, and they both turn their attention to the door where Susan is standing in the doorway. "Alright girls, I'm going to bed. Time for you two to separate." She informs them, giving them each pointed looks. She figured they'd protest, so she came prepared.
Santana glances over at Brittany who still looked angry, and lets out a sigh. "Okay." The brunette tells Susan, nodding her head. The older woman raises a brow, but nods nevertheless and walks out of her daughters bedroom. Santana turns her attention back to Brittany and leans in to kiss her, but catches the blonde's cheek, making her frown. "Night Britt." She says softly, standing up from the bed. She walks over to the door and turns back to her girlfriend, "I love you." She says with a sugary sweet smile, only to get a glare in return.
The brunette simply sighs and walks out of Brittany's bedroom, and down the hallway towards the guest room. This may be the first time, Santana doesn't get her way.
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