authors note: sorry if there are any mistakes.
disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters.
Brittany has almost 50 freckles dusted along her nose and cheeks. Her skin is soft against my lips. I can't help myself. I kiss her face and it wakes her up and I'm not sorry. I don't think she minds, because she is smiling and humming at the touch.
"We both have school today," I say through a long yawn.
"That sounds weird," Brittany mumbles with her eyes still closed. I watch them flutter open after a moment's silence. She pouts and I lean forward to gently kiss it away.
"I'll get to see you at practice." Brittany nods and pulls the covers off us. She's wearing a tight black singlet and underwear and god damn she's beautiful. I try to resist touching her because we don't have much time, but now she's standing up and stretching with her arms above her head so I'm able to see the defined muscles she has.
"I'm going to feed Tubbs." Instead of answering, I quickly hop out of bed and catch her by the door. I wrap my arms around her so my hands rest on her stomach and I kiss the back of her neck.
"Couldn't help myself," I mumble against her skin. She sighs and tilts her head back, exposing more skin. I lightly press kisses up to her ear until I feel her shudder. "Come on coach, better get ready." I tap her butt and she grins, walking out of the room.
It takes us both under 15 minutes to get ready. Brittany's in black tights and a grey hoodie while I've got my signature cheerios uniform on. Once we get to school I feel a little crushed that we have to part ways so soon.
"Sue is apparently cancelling all her appointments for me today so that I can be ready for practice after school," Brittany explains as we stand by the car.
"You'll be so great Britt, I can't wait to see you later," I reply with a wink. She leans forward and my eyes dart left and right quickly.
"Are you all right?" Brittany asks uneasily, pulling back .
I clear my throat. "Of course, I just don't want rumours to start that I'm seeing the new assistant coach."
"But it's not a rumour," Brittany replies monotonously.
I nod. "I know I just don't want people talking about you like I know they will. They'll say things like 'that new coach is going to convert all the cheerios to dykes' and 'coach Sue finally has a bitch to spank'…" I trail off because Brittany looks visibly hurt. I mentally slap myself really really hard. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so damn negative, I just want you to be comfortable here and not have to worry about stupid people talking about you like you're just some new kid on the block."
"I don't think they will," Brittany says with a shrug, "I actually think they'll be nice to me because I'm friends with you."
Why do I sound like an asshole right now? Brittany obviously is thinking more optimistically than me and I'm standing here dampening her first day.
"I'm sorry; I don't know why I'm acting like this. I just love you so much."
Brittany's face freezes for about a millisecond before she leans down and kisses me fiercely. I pull her forward by her hoodie and my back slams against the car door. She drops the big sports bag she's holding and slides her hands under my cheerios top, along my waist until her fingers press into the small of my back.
I moan and it clicks into my head that we shouldn't go any further than this here. I reluctantly pull back and she sighs in disappointment. "No fair," she whines.
"Walk me to class?" I ask shyly and she nods firmly.
We enter my empty classroom and she says she should get going to meet Sue. I place my books on a desk near the front of the room and quickly kiss her before anyone walks in. She licks her lips, completely satiated and then walks off down the hall.
Brittany's been staring at Sue Sylvester's trophy case for half an hour. From the corner of her eye she watches the tall woman pace up and down while instructing Brittany of what her job entails. Brittany isn't paying attention. She remembers being in competitions as a little girl and winning first place trophies every time. Her parents were so proud.
"Blondie are you listening or do I have to give you one of Sue Sylvester's instructional videos to get you started?" Brittany wonders why this woman always refers to herself in third person.
"Nope, I'm ready to do some practical work," Brittany responds enthusiastically. Sue quirks an eyebrow and walks over to her desk chair. She pulls out a notepad and a pen.
"You see this list," she holds it near Brittany's face for a second and Brittany frowns, "it's all the people that piss me off. So far it's only got Schuester on there but you're very close to being on this list if you don't follow by my rules, got it?"
Brittany gulps and subconsciously straightens her posture. "Got it coach."
"Good," Sue places the notepad in a drawer, "now what's your previous experience with cheerleading?"
"Well I danced when I was young and dabbled in gymnastics so I'm able to teach the girls proper air tricks."
Sue nods impressed. "Right, well I'm going to need you to not pay all of your attention to Santana Lopez though."
Brittany tenses. "Why d-do you think I'm going to do that?"
"Well you came here with her yesterday didn't you?" Brittany hesitantly nods. "She's obviously a friend of yours, so some of the other girls might think you're being a little biased if you help her out more than you help them."
"I wouldn't do that," Brittany responds in a professional tone.
"Good." Sue stands up again, placing her finger tips again the desk. "I'm going to need you to take over permanently in a few months as I'm going to be having a little Sue Sylvester running around."
Brittany's mouth drops open. "You mean like head coach?"
Sue nods, "is that going to be a problem?"
Brittany shakes her head quickly and sends the woman a half smile. "I'd love to be coach."
Santana's mind will be blown, Brittany thinks. She grins internally and can't wait to tell her girlfriend the amazing news. She wants to run out right now, but Sue is taking a really deep breath - probably getting herself ready for another long speech. She hands Brittany a piece of paper and the blonde looks down the list, smiling when she spots Santana's picture with her name beside it.
"Now you won't have to memorize those names because you can call the girls what you like, I have a few popular nicknames for them myself but I'll let you decide."
"Uh, okay," Brittany replies awkwardly.
"You're going to have to wear a comfortable t-shirt and shorts to teach or I have a few of my original Sue Sylvester track suits that you can borrow," She suggests, brushing down her golden track suit jacket.
Brittany purses her lips and tries to hold back a rude comment about the woman's choice of clothing. "I've got the shorts and t-shirt."
"Your loss," Sue mutters and starts her blender up.
I've been tapping my feet against the tiles in Spanish class for 35 minutes. I desperately just want school to be over and for practice to start. I feel bad because Quinn won't be there to get to know Brittany better, but maybe we can all hang out eventually. I might even consider inviting Puckerman.
Mr. Schue writes the homework on the board; which I obviously will get done in under 5 minutes. He then shouts gracias just before the bell sounds. I roll my eyes and rush out of the room. Most of the cheerios are already warming up in the gym. As I walk passed them to put my bag down I hear a few of them whisper something about a new coach. I clamp my mouth shut, just in case I start spitting venom at them and unzip my bag, my back facing them. I pull out my water bottle and take a large gulp before setting it back down. I walk over to an empty space and start stretching.
Coach Sue struts in with her trusty sidekick Becky Jackson. I wonder where Brittany is, but try not to show it. I know some girls have seen Brittany before when she visited me at practice. They know about her, so they'll make assumptions. I just have to keep my mouth shut, for Brittany.
"Gather in losers," Coach yells. I sigh and jog over to her, along with all the other 'losers' on the squad. "I'd like to introduce my new assistant coach to you all; Brittany Pierce."
Right on cue, Brittany struts in with a water bottle in one hand, a back pack in the other and a cute ass grin on her lips. I can't help but grin automatically in return. I notice some girls snickering at me and my grin fades. I send them a threatening glare and they scoff and turn around.
"Hey girls," Brittany greets us all. She's wearing a baggy t-shirt and shorts and cute white sneakers. She skips over to stand beside Becky and they hi five each other. I smile, amused at how easily Brittany gets along with people.
"Everyone move to the centre of the room and listen to Coach Pierce or else you're off the squad, any questions?" Sue glares at a girl who raises her hand. We all silently follow Brittany to the middle of the gym and wait for her instructions. She looks nervous but I can tell she's trying to hide it. I send her a small thumbs up when she looks over to me and she smiles in thanks.
"So how many of you are confident with your cartwheels and flips?" Brittany asks. Everyone raises their hand. Brittany laughs softly. "Be honest."
One girl scoffs. "Obviously we're confident, we are cheerleaders, duh."
"No need to be a cocky bitch," I hiss, scowling at the girl. Brittany catches my eye and she's shaking her head firmly. I bite my lip and breathe in deeply through my nose. Keep it together Santana, don't make your girlfriend's first day difficult.
"All right, I'm going to put you in pairs and we're going to do some trust exercises," Brittany's voice is stern, "because obviously some of you have issues with each other and you can't be a confident squad until there is trust between all of you."
I think about that day I stuck the vibrator under one of the cheerios skirts and snort to myself. Brittany definitely knows what she's talking about. She points to two girls at a time and they all walk off together to start the exercise. Brittany stands in front of me last and smiles. "Looks like we have an odd number, want to be my partner?"
I hold back my smirk and shyly nod. She stands closer to me and I feel myself flush. "Um..." I stutter.
"Don't worry," Brittany whispers, "I won't try anything." I bite my lip and watch her stare towards the other girls. "All right, one of you turn around and the other stand about half a metre behind your partner." I turn around without asking Brittany. "Now, the girl whose standing behind the other, raise your arms a little and get ready to catch your partner."
"I bet Lopez is loving her partner," cocky bitch whispers to her friend. I grit my teeth together and stare at the ground.
Brittany obviously didn't hear the comment, or she ignored it, because she's instructing everyone to fall back. "Fall, I've got you," Brittany whispers. I shiver slightly before letting my body fall back. I can't help but flinch in anticipation, but then relax when I feel Brittany's strong arms holding me up. "Good," she says giggling. "Great everyone."
We fall another two times before switching partners. Because we're going clock wise I end up being partnered with the bitch that's been commenting on Brittany and I since we started. I swear I heard her whisper dyke when I walked towards her. "Do you trust me?" She asks sweetly.
"I trust a blind man with no arms more than you," I retort. She makes a disgusted face and holds her arms out.
"And fall!" Brittany instructs. I hesitate a few seconds before falling, only this time, nothing catches me except the hard floor.
"Fuck!" I hiss when my elbows hit the ground first. I look up to the bitch that dropped me and she's standing there smirking with her arms folded across her chest. I clench my jaw and wince when I try to get up. I manage to get to my feet and charge straight for Regina George but someone grabs me before I'm able to land a hit.
"Don't," Brittany whispers in my ear. I relax in her arms and then step back as she approaches what's her face. "Kitty," oh right that's her name, "what do you think you're doing? This exercise is about trust and you've already failed."
"Coach Pierce I wasn't even ready, Santana just fell," she says feigning innocence. Brittany steps closer to the girl and is basically growling.
"6 laps, go," Brittany orders. Kitty is about to object but turns to me instead.
"Just because you're fucking her doesn't mean you can be the coach's pet," She spits. There are a few gasps from the squad and my blood boils. I don't care that people know about Brittany and I, I care that Kitty's going that one step further to make Brittany's first day horrible. I know this wouldn't happen if I just quit the squad and become a full time gleek loser, but I don't want Kitty to win. I can't have Brittany think she's made the wrong decision by staying because some bitchy school girl is ruining her first day.
I move forward so I'm beside Brittany and she turns her head to me. "Sorry," I whisper. I gently squeeze her hand and she leans over to kiss the side of my head, obviously forgetting for a second that there are people around.
"That's so cute," one girl squeals. I think her name is Sugar. I blush and move backwards.
Brittany clears her throat and claps her hands together. "All right let's keep this professional now," Brittany jokes and there are a few genuine laughs from the girls. "Let's move on." Brittany reaches down and grabs her water bottle, taking a big swig of it before placing it back down. She then reaches for the hem of her top and throws it over her head. My eyes bulge out of my skull. Now she's only in those baggy shorts and a sports bra. Holy sweet hell.
I shake my head quickly and move over to my new partner. I decide to be the catcher this time. These elbows needs some healing. "Lopez!" I cringe and turn my head towards Coach Sue. She waves me over and I apologize to my partner before walking over to her. "Did I just see some lovey dovey action between Pierce and yourself?"
I gulp. "N-No, I um, fell and she was just making sure I was okay."
"By kissing you?" Sue asks.
Great. Now I'm going to get kicked off the squad and Brittany is going to be fired on her first day. "That w-wasn't a kiss, she was just um, blowing on the bruise I had on my head," I reply lamely.
"I'll blow you right back to Mexico if I see you two acting unprofessionally again," Sue remarks. I pout and widen my eyes at the comment. "Get back out there."
I nod. "I'm not even from Mexico," I mutter under my breath as I walk back to the group. Brittany is standing beside one of the girls, demonstrating a high kick. When the girl claims she still can't do it properly, Brittany instructs the girl to lift her leg. Brittany then holds the girls leg up, her hands gripping the girls calf.
There are beads of sweat trembling down Brittany's lower back and I lick my lips. Brittany instructs the girl to lift her leg higher and I frown and place my hands on my hips.
"Your girlfriend is hot," a voice from beside me comments. I turn and see Sugar staring at Brittany in wonderment.
"Don't talk about her like that," I retort firmly. Sugar cowers but doesn't move away.
"I'm just speaking the truth," Sugar mumbles shrugging. "I thought you were into playing the field, how'd you end up with her?" My eyes widen and I'm about to reply with something bitchy but choose not too. Sugar is harmless.
"First of all how did you know I play the field? And second, I really don't know."
Sugar sends me a genuine grin and swats my arm. I glare at her but she keeps grinning. "I know everything about everyone, that's why my wallets so big it's full of money."
My brow furrows. "That doesn't make sense."
"Of course it does you're just weird," Sugar replies unaffected by my threatening expression. I step closer to her and quirk an eyebrow, bringing on the bitchiest glare. Sugar side eyes me and gulps. "Sorry, aspergers." She sends me one last nervous grin and skips off.
I look back towards Brittany and notice she's stopped helping that lucky girl and moved on to demonstrating an award winning smile, which apparently will make the judges at the competition love you.
That was the first practice I didn't drip buckets of sweat. Brittany was so helpful and understanding to the girls that were having a hard time. She even spoke to a few girls who were thinking of quitting the squad because Coach Sue is, and I quote, Satan's first born.
I ran to the locker room so I would be able to get out first and then Brittany and I would be able to just leave right away, but of course, some cocky bitch had to stand in my way.
"Bet you're glad Coach Pierce has your back huh Lopez?" Kitty comments. "In more ways than one."
I roll my eyes and face the girl. "Say one more thing and I'll beat your ass." Kitty smirks and then turns to open her locker. I think she's done so I continue packing my bag. I never shower here, it's gross and smells of lady sweat. I grab a change of clothes out of my locker and proceed to take my cheerios top off. Normally I'd just drive home and get changed there, but now that Brittany's here I have no reason to be home so quick.
"Oh my god," I hear someone gasp behind me. I spin around, clutching a fresh t-shirt to my chest.
"I knew it, I knew I recognized her!" Kitty exclaims and I frown, walking over to the group forming around Kitty and her mobile phone. My jaw drops when I see Brittany and another girl on the screen playing with toys. Oh crap, oh shit, oh no, oh crap.
"She's so hot!" Sugar yells.
I'm about to explode, or maybe even implode. I walk away from the girls and grab my stuff. "What's the matter Lezpez, isn't Brittany a good fuck?" I clench my jaw and turn around, staring daggers at Kitty.
A subtle smirk forms on my lips, effectively causing Kitty's to fade. "You do know that is lesbian porn right? Is that how you recognized her Kitty," I husk, "from watching tonnes of lesbian porn." Red and white flashes before my eyes and before I'm able to move out of the way I crash to the ground with a body on top of me.
Kitty slaps me in the face and I punch her boob, causing her to yelp in pain. I roll us over and grip her shoulders, shaking her left and right. She cringes and claws my shoulder. I hiss but fight back because this bitch needs to be taught a lesson. "Get off!" She squeals. She knees me in the stomach and the air is knocked out of me. Kitty notices how helpless I am at that moment and punches the side of my face.
"Get off her Kitty!" Sugar screams. I fall against the lockers, my head throbbing and my cheek swelling already. I pinch my left eye shut and kick my legs in her direction. I manage to land a foot to her hip and she growls. She charges for me again but Brittany runs in and holds her back.
"All of you grab your stuff and go!" She orders. "Kitty go to Coach Sue's office." Kitty sends me a lasting glare and struts off. Brittany rushes to my side and places a gentle hand on my cheek but I wince and turn away. She sighs, "come on."
She helps me back into the gym where she has a first aid kit in her bag. "You obviously came prepared," I say, breathing out a laugh and sitting on the floor. Brittany doesn't laugh, she just pulls out an ice pack and wraps some paper towel around it. She turns to me and for a second she hesitates and I notice her eyes fall to my chest. I look down and realise I'm in my sports bra. I look back at her and notice she's gotten changed into her t-shirt again.
I feel more helpless under her gaze than I did getting beaten by Kitty.
"Come here," she whispers, her eyes still lingering at my chest. I slide forward and she kneels beside me. The first bit of pressure to my cheek from the ice pack hurts, but I grow used to it and eventually I'm able to hold it there. Brittany fiddles with her fingers in her lap, her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip. "Why did you and Kitty get into a fight?" She sounds so small.
I look at her sadly then down at my lap. "She recognized you," I say quietly, "she was showing the squad one of your videos." Brittany's raises her head and looks at me.
"Why would you fight with her though? What point were you trying to prove?" She sounds drained, like all the emotion in her voice was sucked out by a vacuum. "Well? Do you want to go punching everyone that knows I'm a porn star?" Her voice is raised now and I shake my head nervously. "You told me you accepted who I am and you wouldn't hide me but you're only make things worse when you react to people like Kitty."
"Britt I-"
"This is a big deal Santana!" She yells over the top of me. "I've never loved like this before, I don't even think I've loved another human being more than I love you. I know you have an amazing heart and you're only doing what you think is best for me," she sighs and tilts her head sideways, "but you can't use violence to protect us."
I roll my eyes and sigh in frustration. "Kitty hit me first, I was trying to protect myself and you because I didn't want her to get away with belittling you like that!"
"I don't care about her or what anyone else thinks Santana! I love you and you love me and that is the only thing that matters. People can talk and say hateful things about my career, what I've done in the past," she takes my free hand, "and people can say mean things to me about you but I won't react because I know who you are. I know the way you kiss, the way you touch, the way you laugh, the way you love. I feel what you feel. I hate that Kitty girl for making me yell at you right now and I love you for standing up for me but there comes a point in your life where you have to learn to walk away from the bullshit. You can't let other people's word intoxicate your mind."
"I'm not like you though," I state sadly, "I don't know how to just walk away when someone is talking crap. I was raised by a abuela that hit me over the head with a plastic stool when I was 7 because I couldn't remember the lyrics to her favourite Spanish song. I was raised with a tonne of hope on my back that I was never able to reach, so I started believing that my name was garbage face and that I was destined to work at chuck e cheese for the rest of my life."
I grip the ice pack in my hand and feel a tear drop onto my arm which is laying across my lap. Brittany scoots forward but I shake my head. "I feel like a bitch because you have been through so much and you're handling yourself so well and I could never do that. I could never be as strong as you are Britt; you inspire me."
Brittany sniffles. "Like I said before this is a big deal, for both of us. We've struggled and we've lost and gained but through all that, I found you and everything seems worth it. I'm reaching for that hope behind your back Santana and I'm handing it to you," she replies, smiling gently.
I breath out a single laugh and wipe my nose with my wrist. "We're being really emotional," I mumble.
"I know," she agrees, chuckling. We stare at each other and I pucker my lips. Brittany leans in and gives me a short kiss before pulling back only a short distance away. Her expression has changed though. She's no longer smiling, her lips are just slightly parted. Her eyes flicker between mine before she leans in again and presses a hard kiss to my lips this time. I frown and focus hard on the kiss, while the ice pack slowly slides down my face.
Brittany opens her mouth and sucks on my bottom lip. She tenses for a second and then pulls back, noticing the ice pack isn't applied to my cheek any more.
"Sorry, I don't know why I did that, I just felt like I had to kiss you at that moment," she says shyly.
I shake my head. "It's okay, I felt like I had to kiss you back." She smirks and nudges my knee playfully.
"Should we go home?"
I bite my bottom lip and shrug. "I don't know, should we?" Without giving her a chance to answer, I lean in and capture her lips again in a tight kiss. She pulls back after a few seconds and smiles.
"Tell me I'm doing the right thing by staying here with you," she states.
I nod and my nose brushes against hers. "You are." She pushes my legs down straight and straddles my lap. Before she's able to kiss me I surprise her by lifting her shirt over her head. She laughs and leans in once more, only to be met with my finger against her lips. She gasps when I use my free hand to bring the ice pack to her chest, the cold prickle against her flesh making her breathing tremble, but doesn't push away. "My favourite colour is blue." Brittany raises her eyebrows at my sudden odd statement. I smile, staring deep into her eyes. "Blue represents the ocean and the ocean is made of water and I need water to survive," I swallow thickly, "your eyes are also blue and I need your eyes...to survive?" I frown. "Sorry, I was never really good at poetry."
Brittany breathes out a laugh, still obviously affected by the ice pack. "It's okay."
"Let me try this again," I whisper, bringing the ice pack down between the crevice of her breasts. "I used to love the idea of you. When I watched you in the videos and in interviews I thought, damn, I would love to meet this girl but I'd probably just embarrass myself," I laugh softly. "The idea of our relationship that I concocted in my head," Brittany chuckles at my choice of words, "made me want to experience that with someone, because I knew the chances of having that relationship with you were extremely slim," I purse my lips, "but now that I have you here I want everything that I dreamt of with video and twitter you."
Brittany rests her forehead against mine and closes her eyes. "No one's ever been romantic with me," she mutters, "it was always about the one night stand and forgetting everything the next day. I got used to it I guess," she opens her eyes and smiles, "which means I can get used to waking up to you everyday."
I grin and lean up to kiss her. She exhales through her nose and nibbles on my lips. I feel around for her sports bra, still holding the ice pack in my hand. I lift up her sports bra so it sits above her chest, exposing her boobs. I pull back from the kiss and bring my lips to one of her nipples. She whimpers and massages the back of my head.
I use the little strength I have to gently push her backwards so she's laying against the gym floor. Brittany stares at me through hooded eyes and licks her lips. I crawl on top of her, sitting on her hips. She bends her legs which forces me to fall forward and she laughs and peppers kisses all over my face. I grin and lean back up so I'm sitting up straight.
Brittany's fingers run up and down my thighs, while I drag my nails along her torso. I then bring the ice pack to her bare chest, sliding it around her breasts. Her breathing picks up, but she doesn't object. Her eyes follow my the ice pack. I slowly caress her nipple with the it and watch the soft bud stiffen almost instantly. Brittany's eyes fall closed and she arches her back. I lean down and flick my tongue over the now cold bud. "Mm," she moans softly. "Keep going."
I move the ice pack to the other nipple and watch it leave a trail of water along her skin which makes it glisten. I lean down and plant an open mouthed kiss on her other nipple, sucking it into my mouth until she's groaning and pulling at my hair. "Fuck, don't stop," she hisses. I drop the ice pack, while still sucking on her left breast and use my now free hand massage the other one. "Oh," she breathes, lifting her head off the ground. "Kiss me." I lift my head also, and crawl the rest of the way up her body until my face is hovering above hers. She wraps her hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down, crashing out lips together.
I flicker my tongue out and her lips automatically part. I'm breathing so hard into her mouth that I'm positive I'll run out of air soon and she'll implode from all the air she's getting. Her hands work my hair tie out of my hair and she runs her fingers through my locks. My hair falls and curtains our faces as our lips slide smoothly against each other's.
We hear a door slam and I quickly sit up, wiping my mouth. I see a shadow outside and quickly hop of Brittany. She slides back and grabs her pack, packing up everything and giggling I help her to her feet. I wince as I stand up too fast, making my head throb painfully again. "Hey," Brittany pants, "you okay?" I nod slightly, careful not to move my head too fast, and follow her out of the school before we're caught.
We exit out a door and I turn around just in time to see Mr. Kidney the janitor walking into the gym. It takes us a little longer to get home because Brittany keeps tugging at my leg, causing me to almost veer off the road. When we arrive home we're both laughing as we walk through the door, completely oblivious to the three adults watching us only a few metres away.
"Hello Brittany." Brittany tenses and slowly turns towards the voice.
"Theresa? What are you doing here?" She questions, walking towards the woman.
My parents walk over to me and frown. "Who is that woman? She just came into the house asking for Brittany."
I shrug nervously and watch Brittany stand in front of Theresa, her expression asking a million questions. "I've been calling but you haven't been answering, so I came here to tell you that you're fired and you need to come back to LA to grab your things and officially resign from the industry," Theresa explains seriously.
"Excuse me?" I interrupt angrily, walking forward. "Don't come into my house and order Brittany to do something."
"Honey, this doesn't concern you," Theresa answers feigning kindness.
"It does when she's my girlfriend and you're in my house," I respond, not backing down. Theresa's expression hardens but she keeps her mouth closed.
"Santana come on, let's just leave them to talk," my mom orders, linking our arms together. I shake my head and look towards Brittany whose silently pleading for me to go and she'll be fine. I roll my eyes and unlink my arm with my mom's, sighing in frustration as I climb the stairs.
It doesn't take longer than 20 minutes until Brittany's walking into my room with a sad smile. "I've pissed off a lot of people."
"Do you have to go?" I ask through tears. I don't know why I started crying when I walked into my room. I guess the entire day has been building up to this moment. Brittany and I can't really go a day without something negative occurring. She sits beside me on my bed and hugs me from the side.
"I want you to come with me, to see my old life before I start my new one with you."
I pinch my lips together and she nudges my cheek with her nose, trying to get me to face her. "Okay, okay," I sigh, eventually smirking at her.
"Good," she whispers, "we leave Friday."
I nod slowly. "What do we do until then?"
"You'll go to school and do well and I'll be your coach and try not to get fired," she says laughing.
I smirk, "assistant coach you mean."
Brittany shakes her head and raises an eyebrow. "Sue is pregnant..."
"With whose vagina?" I cut in automatically. Brittany snorts and squeezes me tighter.
"She wants me to be the new head coach when she has to leave. It'll be in a few months." I grin and lean forward, the force from my kiss pushing her backwards on the bed. My eyes fly open and I pull back a bit when I remember something.
"Is Theresa still here?" Brittany shakes her head. "How did she find you anyway?"
"I told her I was planning to come here before I left, she probably ask around for the only tall blonde with great legs in Lima," Brittany jokes, wiggling her eyebrows. I roll my eyes and kiss her head, still unsure how I managed to get this beautiful tall blonde with amazing legs.
We make out for about half an hour, not going further than kissing. I have Brittany's arms pinned to the wall and my lips are attacking her neck. She's groaning in my ear, whispering to fuck her, but I just keep teasing. Suddenly I hear a knock at the door and I groan, hopping off Brittany's lap and opening the door. My mom is standing there with her hip cocked and her eyebrows raised. "Follow me."
I look back at Brittany with a terrified expression and she shrugs. I follow my mom down the stairs to the living room where I find my dad sitting on the sofa. "Sit."
"We want to know who that woman was and what she meant about Brittany getting fired..." My dad says, trailing off when he notices me shaking.
"Sweetheart are you all right?" My mom chimes in, rubbing my shoulder.
"Y-Y-Yes, why?"
"You look pale."
I shake my head rapidly. "Well you two look serious and are asking me really hard questions that I can't answer..."
"Why can't you answer the question?" My dad asks calmly.
"I n-n-need Brittany." What the hell is wrong with me? Suddenly I'm a blubbering mess when I was just a minute ago pinning Brittany to the bed. Great now I'm thinking about Brittany writhing beneath me.
"But we want to ask our daughter," my mom adds. I nod and my eyes dart around the room. I pinch them shut and clench my fists.
"Brittany was a porn star," I reveal tensely. I feel like I've just lifted a tonne of weight off my shoulders. I sigh out in relief of how good it feels. My parents expressions are a little surprised, but amused.
"Right," my dad drawls out. I awkwardly sit in between them, waiting for the 'why are you dating a porn star?' but it never comes. Instead my parents group hug me and I scrunch my face in confusion.
"Although that is a little strange, you should know we don't discriminate. If Brittany wants to fornicate in front of a camera then I say all the best to her," my mom says grinning.
I shake my head. "No she's not doing it any more. We're actually going to LA to grab all her stuff because she's moving down here."
"We're going to have to discuss you travelling out of state without us," my dads says sternly, "but why Lima?" he adds loudly. I roll my eyes and am about to answer but a voice stops me.
"Because I'm in love with your daughter," Brittany says confidently.
My mom clears her throat and wipes a stray tear under her eye. "Oh gosh, this is the best news." She stands up and walks towards Brittany, bringing her into a tight hug. "We don't care what you do or what you used to do, you're welcome to live here with our little Santana."
"It would be nice if Santana married a lawyer or..." my mom slaps my dad's arm and he shrugs innocently, "but she's happy and that's all that matters," he adds genuinely.
"Thank you," Brittany breathes, grinning over my mom's shoulder at me. I smile back just as big and think; finally.
authors note: How do you think Santana will handle the LA scene? ;) thank you for reading!