Side Effects
Chapter 22
Brown eyes slowly flutter opened and a yawn escapes plump pink lips. Santana stretches her arms high up over her head as well as stretching her legs out. A small sigh escapes her lips as she relaxes her body once again as she looks around the room. She was in the Pierce's guest room. Right. She slept over at Brittany's last night.
A frown forms on her face when she realizes Brittany wasn't in there with her. She had been positive Brittany was going to sneak into her room at some point last night, the blonde had even told her she would. But oh yeah, she was angry with her.
Another sigh escapes her lips, and she pushes herself to a sitting position letting her legs dangle off the side of the bed. She turns her head to the side, cracking her neck a couple of times, before standing up.
Santana semi makes the bed back up behind her, because although she was awful at making bed, she wanted to be a good house guest. Once she was satisfied, and figured it was at least the best it was going to look, she quietly walks out of the room, not wanting to make too much noise in case the rest of the house was still sleeping.
The unmistakable smell of bacon invades her senses as soon as she steps foot into the hallway, and she just about moans at the thought of it. Obviously Mrs. Pierce was not still sleeping, and was cooking an awesome breakfast for them, which made her smile. Her mother hadn't cooked her breakfast since before her father left.
She walks down the hallway, and quietly opens Brittany's door, not wanting to startle her or wake her up. She sees the blonde still sleeping peacefully on the bed, and can't help but smile warmly at the girl. The covers were half way on the bed, and only covering Brittany up to her knees and the blonde was on her stomach sprawled out taking up the entire bed.
Santana's eyes then move over to Diego who was chewing on one of Brittany's stuffed animals. She frowns and quickly makes her way over to him, scooping up the stuffed rabbit and putting it on Brittany's desk so that he couldn't reach it. She gives him a glare and bends down, pointing a finger in his face, "Bad Diego." She scolds him quietly.
He simply let out a quack, looking at her and Santana's scowl turned into a warm smile. She picks him up and snuggles him to her chest, placing a kiss on the top of his head. "Morning buddy." She whispers against his feathers. She glances over at his food bowl and sees it empty, making her walk over and pour a little bit of food into it, before placing him down in front of it.
She then turns her attention back to Brittany who was still in the same position. The smile returns to her face and she tiptoes over to the bed. Carefully she climbs onto it, trying her best not to wake the girl yet, and throws her leg over Brittany's waist, straddling her from behind.
She leans down and starts peppering soft kisses on the girl's neck, and shoulder. Her hands caress the blonde's sides, gently running up and down as she continues kissing Brittany lightly, moving her kisses from her neck to the side of her face that was exposed, "Baby wake up." Santana whispers softly against her ear.
Brittany begins stirring beneath her, and lets out a groan. The blonde turns her head, and buries it face down into her pillow, muffling the groans of protest that were escaping her throat.
"Brittany." Santana says softly. She lays down flush against the blonde, and nuzzles her nose into Brittany's neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
A heavy sigh escapes the blonde lips, and Santana can feel her back raise and lower as she breathes in deeply, "Stop it." Brittany finally groans out, her words muffled slightly by the pillow her face was still buried in. She starts to roll over onto her back and Santana lifts up to let her do so, before lowering herself once more, now straddling her lower stomach.
Her blue eyes open and she looks up at Santana with tired eyes. She studies the brunette for a few moments, before remembering that she was mad at her, and the smile that was slowly starting to form her face quickly disappears. She frowns and tries rolling over once again to get away from Santana, but the Latina doesn't allow her to do so. Brittany lets a whine escape her lips, and she throws her arms over her face, hiding it from Santana.
Santana merely chuckles and wraps her fingers around Brittany's wrists, tugging at them gently, but the blonde was stronger than her, and stubbornly kept her arms in place. "Baby, don't be mad at me." She pleads, dipping her head down to rest her forehead against the blonde's forearms that were still covering her face.
"I can be if I want to be." Brittany says with a huff, her voice once again muffled, this time by her arms and Santana's head.
The brunette pulls back with a sigh and stares down at Brittany, who was laying there unmoving. Santana chews on her bottom lip for a few moments as she continues watching the girl beneath her. Closing her eyes, she inhales deeply, God she going to regret this. "I'll go on the date." Santana mumbles out lowly.
Brittany's arms fly away from her face, and her lips curl upwards into a beautiful smile, "You will?" She asks hopefully, her eyes lighting up. Santana simply nods her head, trying her best to fight back an eye roll. Because god, she hated not getting her way, but she did love seeing Brittany this happy.
The blonde pulls Santana down flush against her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around the Latina's back.
"I love you." Brittany whispers happily against Santana's ear.
Santana feels a tingling sensation go up and down her spine, and her stomach flip and flutter around, "I love you too." She says with a huge grin on her face, before being pulled in for a deep kiss. Maybe being whipped had its perks.
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The two finally make their way downstairs after a heavy make out session or two. Santana had been tempted to take it further, but the fact that both Brittany's parents were home and awake, quickly forced that thought out of her head.
When they walk into the kitchen they see Susan standing over the stove cooking breakfast, just as Santana had suspected. Hearing their footsteps the older woman turns around, throwing a smile over her shoulder, before looking back at her feast that had been cooking on the stove. "Morning girls."
"Morning." Both Brittany and Santana reply in unison. Santana takes a seat at the kitchen table, and watches Brittany make her way over to her mother, giving her a big hug from behind. Santana can't help but feel a pang of jealousy in her chest. She was extremely happy that Brittany and her mother were close, but it hurt seeing just how close they were sometimes, because it made her realize, just how awful her relationship was with her own mother.
Brittany pulls away from her mom and makes her way over to the table, placing herself in Santana's lap. Wrapping her arms loosely around Santana's shoulders, she places a soft kiss on the Latina's lips, who in turn wraps her arms around the blonde's waist.
"Thank you for letting me stay here Mrs. Pierce." Santana says sincerely, pulling her gaze off her girlfriend to look at her mother across the room.
The older woman turns around shaking her head, "It's no problem honey." She tells her with a warm smile, waving her off, "And call me Susan." She tells her giving the girl a stern look. "I'm not old enough to be a Mrs. Pierce." She says, as Brittany snorts, making the older woman glare at her.
Santana chuckles, watching the interaction. Once Susan had turned back to her breakfast, Santana leans in and places a light kiss on Brittany's shoulder. "I think I should go home after breakfast." The brunette informs her girlfriend.
Brittany looks down at Santana a little caught off guard at the statement. She knew Santana had to go home at some point, it was just she didn't want her to. She was terrified the woman would do something worse than just hit Santana. The brunette had told her multiple times last night, that she was sure it wouldn't happen again, but Brittany wasn't so easily convinced.
"What?" Santana asks, seeing the blonde's conflicted face. "Baby, I have to go home and face her sometime." Santana says with a small sigh.
The blonde nods her head because, yeah she knows this, but it doesn't make it any easier. "I know." She finally says softly. She leans down and rests her forehead against Santana's hairline, and looks down at her.
Santana looks up at Brittany, searching her bright blue eyes. They were filled with love, concern and a little bit of fear. She didn't want Brittany to worry about her, but she also knew there was nothing she could do, to get her to stop worrying. She couldn't deny though, that it made her feel even more loved. She's never had anyone actually truly care about her. Most people just wanted her for the sex, and honestly she kind of thought it was fair, considering that's all she's ever really used anyone for before Brittany.
The brunette breaks her gaze with Brittany and buries her face in the crook of the blonde's neck, nuzzling it with her nose. She lets her eyes fall closed and she simply breathes in and out slowly, just breathing in Brittany. The blonde always calmed her down when she was angry or upset about something. Being this close just made everything in the world disappear but Brittany. She didn't want to go home any more than Brittany wanted her to, but she knew she had to, and it'd just get worse if she ignored it.
"I love you." She hears the blonde whisper against her hair a few minutes later, before placing a kiss to the top of her head.
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Brittany chews on her bottom lip, standing outside, next to Santana's car. Her chin is tilted down, but her eyes glance up at her girlfriend who is watching her with a soft smile, gripping Brittany's hands tightly in her own. "Don't worry." She tells Brittany, pulling the blonde closer to her.
"You know I'm going to." Brittany breathes out. She snakes her arms around Santana's waist, and pulls her flush against her body, tucking her nose into Santana's neck. "Do you even think she'll be home this early?" Brittany mumbles into her girlfriend's dark locks.
Santana shrugs her shoulder, holding Brittany tighter to her, "I'm not sure, but probably. I'm sure she got plastered again last night and is at home with a huge hangover." Santana informs the blonde.
Brittany pulls back and frowns deeply at Santana, concern etched away in her features, "If she has a hangover she'll be in a bad mood." The blonde tells her worriedly.
"Britt, she's never in a good mood." Santana says, rolling her eyes. She doesn't think she's seen a smile on her mother's face since before her father left years ago, unless it was induced by alcohol and she didn't even know what she was smiling at. "I'm going to go now." She tells Brittany firmly, pulling away from her slightly. "I'll call you as soon as we're done talking." She tells the blonde, before leaning in and placing a lingering kiss on her forehead. "I love you, and don't worry too much. I can take care of myself, you know that."
Brittany simply nods her head in response as she once again pulls her lip between her teeth. She has probably just about chewed her lips off between yesterday and today. "I love you too." She whispers out, watching sadly as Santana turns to get into her car.
The brunette offers her one final wave, before driving off down the road towards her house. Brittany watched until the car disappeared around the corner, before turning and walking back inside of her house. She sees her mother watching TV in the living room and plops herself down next to her.
"I'll be okay." Susan's voice says softly, and comfortingly. She lifts her arm up and drifts it over Brittany's shoulder, pulling the girl into her side. Brittany molds into her body, and rests her head comfortably on her mother's shoulder. "If anything happens, she is welcome to stay here as long as needed." Susan assures her daughter sincerely.
Brittany smiles weakly and places a kiss to her mother's cheek, "Thank you mommy." She whispers, before laying her head back on the woman's shoulder. "I love you so much." She tells her, snuggling even closer to her. She has always been close to her mom, and she's always shown her all of her love, but after going through all of this with Santana, Brittany was even more thankful for her mother. She knew she was extremely lucky to have a mom like hers.
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Santana walks into her house, carefully. She wasn't sure where her mother was at or if she was awake or not. All she knew was that she was home because her car was in the garage.
Quietly, she shuts the door behind her, and makes her way over to the staircase. All of the lights in the house were off, and there was an eerie silence that fell over the place. "Santana?" She hears, making her just about have a heart attack.
Clutching her hand to her chest, she turns towards the voice and sees her mother sitting on the couch, staring at the wall ahead of her. "You scared me." Santana tells her quietly. She slowly walks into the room, and stands behind the couch, staring at the back of her mother's head, not missing the empty wine bottles on the coffee table.
The silence falls over them once again, and Santana debates on saying something. The woman had said her name, and she assumed she'd say something else, but so far she just sat there in silence. Santana was waiting on her to yell, scream or throw something, but she just sat, and stared blankly.
Santana slowly walks around the couch, and takes a seat on the arm on the opposite end where her mother was sitting. She looks over at her and is slightly shocked at what she sees. Her mother looked like hell. No, that was an understatement; a big one. Her mother always looked rough as of late, but this was taking it to a new high. She looked like a zombie, and Santana would be lying if she said it didn't frighten her. "Mom…" Santana finally says, in a broken voice. She curses herself inwardly, because she had always told herself to never cry in front of her mom. Her mother didn't care about her, and Santana shouldn't care about her either. Crying was a weakness, it showed that whatever was happening was effecting her, and nothing her mother did should affect her, because shedidn't care.
Maria's head slowly turns; peeling her brown tired eyes off the wall, and looks over at her daughter. Her face was unreadable, and she made no attempt to speak; she just stared at Santana.
"I'm sorry about what I said." Santana apologizes, "I didn't mean it." She adds, shaking her head as her eyes move down to the ground, feeling uncomfortable under her mother's gaze.
"Yes you did." Was Maria's quick response.
Santana's head snaps up at the immediate answer, and her eyes dart back and forth between her mother's, trying to get a read on the woman's emotions. Was she angry? Was she sad? Of course she wasn't sad, why would she be sad? She doesn't care about Santana. "I didn't." Santana confirms, moving her eyes back down to her lap, "I'm just angry. I want to hate you, and I want to not need you, but I do." She admits so quietly that if the room wasn't so silent, it would have missed Maria's ears.
A sigh escapes the woman's lips, and she simply watches Santana, once again not speaking. After a couple of minutes, she finally takes her intense gaze off of her daughter, and stands up. She walks around the couch; Santana looks up at her with tear filled eyes, confused.
"Where are you going?" Santana asks weakly. "Can we please talk?" She asks almost helplessly. It made Santana disgusted with herself; the way she was acting in front of her mother, but she just couldn't help it. It seemed like the part of her that had been so cold and closed off was not trapped somewhere inside of her head. She could hear the screams of protest, the insulting and harsh words, but all that came out of her mouth were helpless pleas, and weak admissions.
The woman folds her arms over her chest, "I don't have time. I need to shower. I have an appointment I need to get to." And that's all she says before turning and walking into her bedroom.
Santana watches until her mother was out of sight, before clutching her face with her hands, letting out a frustrated groan. Her elbows drop to her knees, her hands holding her head up as tears cascade down her cheeks. "Fuck," She mumbles to herself, mentally trying to get herself together. She hated feeling this vulnerable especially when it came to that woman. She wanted more than anything to actually not care about her, but she did, and it sucked.
Inhaling deeply, Santana sits up straight, collecting herself. She wipes the tears away with the back of her hand, and stands up off the couch. Making her way up the stairs, she pulls her cell phone out and dials Brittany's number. She tries her very best to keep the tears in, and not sound like a blubbering mess when Brittany answers, because that was just pathetic.
"Santana?" Brittany voice says worriedly, after about two rings.
Santana can't help but chuckle lightly, because she could just picture Brittany sitting there next to her phone, waiting on her to call, "Hey baby." Santana responds, her voice still slightly raspy.
"You've been crying." Brittany notes, "What happened? Are you okay?" She questions quickly.
The brunette mentally curses at herself, because she knew she should have waited a minute to call Brittany, but she just had to talk to her now. She needed her to make her feel better, and it was already working, even though she's said like five words. "I'm okay Brittany. I got home, and I tried talking to her, but she got up and said she needed to take a shower because she has an appointment." She says, rolling her eyes. She couldn't believe how immature her mother was being. Santana had finally sat down and opened herself up to her mother, and told her about how she was feeling, and all she wanted was for her mother to talk also. She wasn't expecting her mother to apologize or have a heart to heart, but she wanted something.
A sigh is heard from the other end of the phone, and Santana knows Brittany doesn't know what to say, "I'm sorry." She finally says softly into the phone.
Santana shuts her eyes tight, trying to will all of her emotions away. She didn't want to dwell on this, she wanted to suck it up, and move on. Pretend it didn't happen, and definitely not let it bother her. "So when do I have to go on this date?" She asks, not wanting to talk about her mother anymore.
There is a pause on the line, but soon the silence is broken and Brittany lets out a giggle, "Tonight, if you can." Brittany says hopefully.
"Tonight?" Santana asks, her brows rising up to her hair line. "Damn, thanks for the notice." She says sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She really did not want to deal with Quinn and Rachel after the two days she'd had. But hey, she was whipped so of course she was going to go anyway.
Another beautiful giggle is heard on the other end of the phone, and Santana feels her heart flutter in her chest, "Don't be bitter." The blonde tells her playfully. "Tonight at seven. Is that okay?" She asks, pulling her lip between her teeth as she patiently awaits her girlfriend's answer.
"Yeah, whatever." Santana answers, trying her best to sound irritated, and honestly she was slightly. She loved Brittany, and wanted to do everything she could to make her happy, but that didn't automatically mean she'd enjoy some of those said things. "You so owe me for this." She informs the blonde. All she gets in return is a sarcastic chuckle, which told Santana, no I don't.
"Be here at 6:45 babe." She tells Santana with a wide grin. "I'm going to go and start getting ready!" The blonde tells her happily.
Santana glances over at the clock on her nightstand table, and her brows crease in confusion, "Britt, it's only a little after one." She informs the blonde. "The date is in another five hours."
Brittany groans slightly trying to sound annoyed, but it only makes Santana chuckle. "I know that." She drawls out. She wasn't stupid. "I'm just so excited!" She just about squeals into the receiver. "I have to pick out the perfect outfit, I have to paint my toes, I have to shower, I have to shave, I have to fix my hair, do my makeup…." She lists off a number of things she had to do before the date, and honestly Santana accidentally tunes it all out until she hears, "shave" thrown in there somewhere.
"Wait, wait, wait." Santana says, stopping Brittany, mid rant. "Where exactly are you shaving?" She asks in a low sultry voice.
There's that giggle again. "Pretty much everywhere." She concludes with a smile.
Santana hums in acknowledgment and nods her head, although Brittany obviously couldn't see her. "Everywhere huh?" She asks in a teasing tone, a smirk forming on her lips, as she pictures the blonde's smooth skin, everywhere.
"Everywhere." Brittany confirms in a knowing and totally sexy tone.
A sigh of content escapes Santana lips as she lies back on her bed. "I'm thinking about my lips all over your oh so soft and smooth skin right now." Santana husks out, her hand sliding down to rest just below her belly button.
Brittany smiles, but doesn't play along, much to Santana's disliking, "Well if you're good on the date then maybe your lips can actually be on my oh so soft and smooth skin tonight." Brittany says teasingly.
"Yeah? You want my lips all over your body Britt?" Santana breaths out as her hand travels further down south. She slips her hand into her pants and starts slowly rubbing herself over her panties.
"Of course, I love your lips, but San I really need to go. Mom is making lunch and then I am going to start getting ready." She says not even noticing what Santana was doing.
Santana lets out a frustrated groan, and pulls her hand out of her panties, letting it fall to the bed with a thud. "Brittany." She says sternly, "I'm trying to gets my mack on," She says in her best Lima Heights voice. "Come on." She just about whines out. She was horny, and she wanted Brittany to help her out. Was that too much to ask?
Brittany's face scrunches up in confusion, and she tilts her head to the side, "On the phone?" she asks in an innocently confused voice.
Santana chuckles lowly, "Phone sex Britt," She husks out in a seductive tone. "Wanna try it?" She asks, sliding her hand back down into her shorts. "What are you wearing?" She questions, closing her eyes, focusing just on her hands movements and the blonde's voice.
"Um, some sweatpants and a t-shirt." She replies slowly, clearly not understanding why Santana was asking. She hears Santana groaning on the other end of the phone and frowns, "What?" She asks confused.
A sigh is the only response she gets as Santana lays on her bed, her index finger and thumb, pinching the bridge of her nose, "You're supposed to lie Britt. Say you're naked or wearing hot lingerie or something to get me all turned on and stuff, y'know?" Santana explains patiently. She knew Brittany wasn't experienced in anything sexual, and she had to try and remember that, and be patient with her, which was hard when she was this turned on.
"You want me to lie to you?" Brittany asks, unsure.
Santana lets out a puff of air, and smacks her lips together. "No Britt. I don't want you to lie to me." She responds somewhat annoyed, but tried her best to not let it show in her tone. "Nevermind." She mumbles out, clearly this was going nowhere. "I should let you go and eat. I'll see you at 6.45?" Santana asks, sweetly. She was horny and frustrated, but she couldn't be upset with Brittany even if she tried.
"Yep!" Is the cheery response. "Bye San!"
"Bye baby." Santana replies back, before hanging up her cell. She tosses it on to her nightstand, and looks up at the ceiling with a sigh. Well, just because Brittany wasn't participating, didn't mean she couldn't do anything. She smiles to herself and slides her hand back into her panties as visions of Brittany writhing beneath her run through her mind.
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Okay so I know I said this would be the last chapter. I feel like I'm full of hollow threats lol I had the "last" chapter planned out and I got about half way done actually writing it and it was already 5000 words almost, which is the length of the other chapters. So anyways, I decided to cut it in half so it's the SECOND to last chapter lol
As always please please please review because even though we're almost done, I'd really enjoy feedback. I'm losing inspiration for this story completely and I'm not sure why, maybe because I've had it going with no actual plan or direction forever, and it's getting tiring.
Anyways enough of me rambling :) Also check out the tumblr. :) I have a new friends/glee gif series thing going on. Phoebe as Brittany's mom so check it :)
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