Thank you for enjoying the story. I am very happy to be writing this story. The Unholy Trinity in Glee is really something truly relateable and remarkable and writing about them is just so awesome. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I do!
"Welcome! Welcome ladies!" Jerry looks at each girl coming in his Hooters branch. "We have a round table for you fine, young ladies."
"Jerry, stop perving over my girls." Robin yells out behind her.
The girls laugh at the comment and Jerry turns red from embarrassment.
"Baby Doll, where's Blue Eyes?" Robin asks a red head.
"Oh, she said something about ATM's and getting cash? Oh there she is!" The red air head points to the door where Blue Eyes rushes to go over to them.
"Sorry, I just had to get money." She pants as she sits next to Baby Doll.
"I'm paying or you're fired!" Robin kids but she means it.
"Fine! You're paying!" Brittany smiles brightly.
A petite, gorgeous Latina seductively walks over to the table with ten menus in her arms and greets everyone. "Hello Pussycats. My name is Santana and I will be your hot waitress for tonight!"
Brittany gulps and starts sweating as she hears Santana's voice and looks at her side. She can see Santana's perfect legs, ass, and God! Her breasts are just, ugh! She thinks in her head, "Holy shit. She looks good in her uniform. Well, what uniform?" She turns head away from the Latina standing next to her. "Stop it Brittany!"
The PCD group screams out cheers do cat calls towards their sexy waitress.
"Wow, you're really gorgeous!" Robin yells out over the screaming. "Would you be interested in dancing if I offered it to you?"
"What would my name be?" Santana winks at the woman talking to her.
"Hot and Spicy, girl! You have that little Latina flare in you!" Robin lifts her arms over her head and starts shaking her breasts. "Ay! Ay! Ay!"
The group of girls cheer out loud and dance along in their seats, except for Brittany. She's still ignoring the Latina who has yet to acknowledge her existence.
"Blue Eyes, you okay?" Robin looks at the blonde curiously.
Santana looks over to the blonde sitting just right next to her and her heart stops.
Brittany can feel chocolate eyes piercing through her head, but she fights it off and looks at Robin. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." She smiles at the older woman sitting across from her.
"So, what do you think of Hot and Spicy over here? Think she's worthy?" Smirking at the frozen Latina.
Brittany sighs and turns her head to look up at the chocolate eyes that has been baring her in the back of the head for the past minute. She looks at the Latina up and down and smirks. "She's pretty and sexy, but can she even dance?" The blonde looks back at Robin.
"Spice! Look at me, not Blue Eyes." She snaps the Latina back into reality and draws attention. "Can you dance or at least move seductively?"
Santana feels the pressure and her walls closing down on her. She looks at Brittany who is not even paying attention to her. She has to fight for her girl! "Like this?"
Brittany sees that the Latina throw the menus on the table harshly from her side and she feels her ponytail pulled back.
Santana straddles the blondes lap and says, "Blue Eyes is it?" She smirks at the blonde who turned cherry red. "Nice to meet you." She then scoots up on the table and spreads her legs open to a split. "The name's Hot and Spicy." Santana rolls on her stomach and flips her hair and winks at Blue eyes. She squeezes her breasts and licks her lips with her tongue as she stares the Brittany.
Robin and the girls cheer and do more cat calling. "Ow! You go Hot and Spicey! WOOF! WOOF!"
Brittany's breathing hitches as she stares at her hot, sexy ex who she wants to throw into bed. She shakes her head and glares at the Latina. "Sorry, but we aren't looking for lap dancers."
"Blue Eyes!" Robin snaps at the blonde.
"It's true! At least the girls have class, she's just pure slutty!" The blonde has said more than she should have.
Santana sighs and gets off the table not looking back. She has never felt more embarrassed in her life. She stalks off to where Jerry watched her. "Jerry, I can't do this."
"Brittany, what the fuck?" Robin stands up and glares at her choreographer. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Brittany furrows her eyebrows and shrugs keeping her head down in guilt.
"San, just go back there! I'll pay you tonight if you'd like." Jerry is begging.
"No, really. I can't stay here anymore." Santana grabs her jacket behind the counter and puts it on.
Jerry isn't going to take no for an answer. "Walk away right now and I will fire you!"
"Fine! I fucking quit!" Santana yells out. The restaurant becomes dead silent. "I'm done! Have a good fucking night! Especially to you, Blue Eyes!" She walks out of the restaurant and calls back, "Just send me my final paycheck." and heads to the bus station just two blocks away from there.
Everyone heard their little argument. Santana is never going back there. "Fuck, I need a new job." She thinks to herself.
"I just did not lose my best girl!" Jerry starts tearing and runs to his office.
"Brittany, apologize to the poor girl!" Robin yells at the blonde. "It's bad enough she works in this place and for you to humiliate her? That is the shadiest and shittiest thing to do!" She slams her hands on the table.
"I'm gonna go now." Brittany gets up and runs to her car outside. She gets in her car and her heart is racing. She has never done that to anyone and she has never been that mean. She looks at her rear view and sees the Latina walking away. Santana didn't deserve what Brittany said to her.
Santana thinks she deserves everything that Brittany said to her. She isn't crying but it sure hurt as hell. "Great! It's raining again." She sighs and just walks in the rain. She looks down and just walks.
"Santana…" The blonde drove her car right next to the Latina who is getting rained on.
Santana pops her head up in surprise and looks at the voice that calls to her. It's Brittany and she is actually acknowledging her existence.
"Santana… I-"
"I get it, okay? You're making me suffer and I totally deserve it." Santana didn't say it with anger or hurt. "I'll let you make me suffer." The brunette starts shivering and finally looks at the blonde who has been looking at her. "I lost my job and I am okay with that." Her teeth start chattering. "As long as I get you in the end, I'll be okay." Santana then keeps on walking to her bus stop now a block away.
Brittany doesn't fully agree or disagree with Santana. She does deserve some punishment, but not her getting fired or how she humiliated the poor girl in front of an audience. "Santana." She says barely in a whisper.
Santana put her hood on and walks faster. She heard Brittany call out to her but she can't see her. She's ashamed of herself. She feels dirty and she deserves it.
Brittany presses on the break and catches up to the Latina. "Santana, get in! You are going to get sick!" She drives slowly next to her. "Please, get in."
"No thank you. I'd just get your car wet." She walks faster.
Brittany drove her car over the curb and blocks Santana's way, barely missing her.
"What the hell? Do you hate me so much that you're trying to kill me?" Santana can't contain her herself, she hugs her knees and cries. "I AM SO FUCKING SORRY BRITTANY!" Santana isn't feeling too hot anymore. She's freezing her ass off, she's wet, her skimpy uniform didn't is not covering from the rain, her jacket's soaked through and the love of her life is trying to run her over.
Brittany parks her car immediately and goes out into the rain slowly reaching out to the Latina she hasn't had contact with in years. She kneels in front of the weeping girl and places her hand on her knees. Immediately she jerks her hand away. "Santana, oh my god! You're fucking frozen!" She doesn't hesitate any longer and carries the petite girl into her car.
"Take me home…" Santana begs, but she doesn't feel well. Her outsides are icy and frozen but her insides are burning and hurting. She feels like total shit.
"I have medicine at home! It's just 15 minutes away." Brittany lays Santana on the back and covers her with her jacket. "Hold on, San!" The blonde drives home, avoiding traffic as fast as she can.
Santana doesn't have the slightest clue to what is going on, but there's one thing she can always fall asleep to, Brittany's sweet and aromatic scent of lavender. With that, she dozes off in the back.
It's only 10 o'clock but Quinn feels uneasy. There's just something not right about tonight. She knows Santana is working until late at night, but she feels super nervous.
Quinn has been pacing the around their empty living room back and forth for the past 10 minutes. She checks her phone waiting for a call or text from Santana but nothing.
"Get a hold of yourself." The blonde sighs out.
She opens her phone and dials Brittany's number.
*BREEP* *BREEP* *BREEP* *BREEP* *BREEP* *BREEP* *BREEP* *BREEP* "HI! It's Brittany! Leave a message and I will call you back when I learn how to listen to your voicemail. Bye!"
Quinn smiles at how happy Brittany sounds. She is finding comfort in her friends' voice. The thing is, why isn't she answering?
Quinn can't help it any longer and calls Santana. "You have reached the voicemail of-" She hangs up. The robotic voice is the least bit comforting. And she is surprised.
"Why is her phone off? She still answers when she works. Hmmm…" Her nervousness started overcoming her senses again. She closes her eyes and breathes slowly.
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit-
"Hello?" Quinn answers almost immediately.
"Quinn! Shit went down! I got Santana fired from her job! I almost ran her over, again! She fainted in my car! She's so sick! What the hell do I do?" Brittany's crying over the phone.
"Woah! Woah! Woah! Slow down, sweetheart!" Quinn couldn't take it all in. She slumps on the floor. "Slower baby. What happened..?"
"Robin, the dancers and I went to Hooters for late night dinner and Santana worked there. I didn't even know." She hiccups several tears. "I said some things and she quit." She cries again. "I chased after her and she wouldn't stop so I got in front of her and I almost rammed her over with my car." She breaths calmly and clears her throat. "I touched her once and I she felt like a fucking iceberg. So, now she's here in my house…"
Quinn shouldn't say what she's about to say but Santana's hurt and sick. Rome has fallen. "I'm coming over, now."
"What?" The blonde over the phone recoiled. "How is that possible..?"
"Brittany there are things I have lied to you about and things I have kept from you." She breaths more calmly but she feels loads better. She doesn't have to lie and be secretive anymore. "Right now, I have to see San and we have to take care of her. Things will be okay. I promise you. I'm heading there now."
"My address is 342-" The blonde is still slightly confused and Quinn interrupted her.
"It's okay, I got it. I'll explain later." Quinn hung up and grabbed her coat and headed out.
"Brittany, can you pick me up at the bus stop near your house..? I don't feel safe walking in your neighborhood…" Quinn honestly spoke over the phone.
Brittany laughs at the statement. Her neighborhood does suck a lot. Bad people, bad side of the tracks, and just bad anything and everything. "Yeah, I'm heading over now." She hangs up on the phone and looks at Santana lying down in her bed. The Latina lost her tan color and she looks horribly pale in contrast. Brittany managed to give Santana two NyQuils and a fever reducer so that should knock her out the whole night. She even managed to change her out of her wet clothes, cleaned her up using a warm towel and into dry clothes. As always, Santana looks beautiful naked. Brittany misses their closeness but right now she has to get Quinn.
"So, are you going to tell me what you're doing here?" Brittany questions her friend.
Quinn sighs while sitting down in the passenger seat of Brittany's car. "I've been here for three months."
Brittany cocks her head to the side in confusion.
"With Santana." Quinn finished.
"Oh." Well, that makes more sense. "So, we call each other and you lie that you're in New York." She said it as a statement rather than a question.
"Brittany, I wanted to tell you, but…" She looks out the window.
Brittany pats Quinns' knee. "Hey, it's okay." It's true. "I'm just glad that you're here with me now." She can never stay mad at Quinn. Santana on the other hand, she can.
"We went here because she wants you back, but she's been a coward. It's not supposed to be this prolonged, chaotic mess. It was supposed to be only for a couple of weeks," she sighs, "but Santana is too afraid to approach you." She held onto her friends' hand and squeezed it. "Do you want her back?"
Brittany bit her bottom lip. She honestly wanted to say "YES!" but she knows it is not the time.
Quinn recognizes the anguish on her face and says, "It's okay. Take your time. We won't be leaving any time soon." She smiles warmly at the blonde.
Brittany parks the car in her garage and a pang of thought hits her. "Wait, how DO you know where I live?" She stops and stares at her friend getting out of the car.
"I be Laurant!" She did her Jamaican accent proudly, smiling like a little girl.
Brittany's mouth opens wide into an O shape and then laughs out loud. "That was you and Santana?" She covers her mouth because she's laughing too much. She doesn't want Santana to wake up. "You kissed my girl! You bitch!" She chased after her blonde friend around the car. They were both laughing.
"Wait, YOUR girl?" Quinn smirks and raises her eyebrow at the Brittany.
Brittany immediately stops chasing after the shorter blonde and blushes. "I mean…" She bites her bottom lip. "Not yet anyways…"
Quinn just smiles. "Shall we?"
"Come on in!" They went inside and walks towards Brittany's bedroom. The two girls are talking about how they miss each other and how they are so happy to be together again.
Brittany opens her door smiling but she suddenly is overcome with anxiety. "SANTANA!" She runs and gets on Santana's bedside.
Quinn sees her friend and climbs on top of the bed next to her. She places her hand on top of her friends sweltering and sweaty forehead. "Shit, she's having a really bad fever."
"I gave medicine already though!" Brittany is scared. She has seen Santana vulnerable too many times. "She's wearing warm clothing too!"
"Britt, calm down okay?" Quinn smiles weakly at the girl. She wants to panic as well but she can't have two girls panicking, not now when Santana needs them the most. "Here, help me get her clothes off."
Brittany scrunches up her eyebrows in confusion but does what she's told without hesitation.
"Body heat is the warmest heat. If we both take off our clothes and hug her throughout the night, I'm sure her fever will go down." She pulls off the thick sweat pants Brittany put on the sick girl. "You've done perfectly, Brittany. We just need to help her sweat. We need as much body heat we can give her."
With that being said, Brittany takes off the jacket and long sleeve from Santana. This left Santana in girl boxers and her perfect breasts exposed. Brittany couldn't help how beautiful and sick Santana looks. She then takes off her pants and sweater, leaving her in her matching rubber duck printed bra and underwear. She scoots next to Santana, afraid to touch her at first, but when skin to skin contact is made; she doesn't hesitate and embraces the girl.
Quinn takes off her jacket and her long sleeve off exposing herself in a black bra. She then takes off her jeans, exposing her in her black, girl boxers and jumps in bed, putting the comforter around the three of them. "You'll feel better San, promise."
Santana shifts herself towards Brittany and snuggles in the crook of the blondes' neck. Even in her sleep, she smells the lavender. She misses it.
Brittany is blushing. Although this isn't intimate, she has a flashback with her and Santana naked under the covers, making love and sharing the moment, minus Quinn of course. "She's really hot."
Quinn snorts out a laugh and scoots in closer and hugs Santana from behind. "You would say that." She giggles.
Brittany's face turns even redder. "Shut up, you know what I mean."
"She'll be okay. We have her in our arms. She'll be okay, Britt." Quinn smiles and closes her eyes, focusing on giving Santana as much heat as she can.
Brittany looks over at Santana and kisses her forehead. She has needed to let the poor girl know she still cares and loves her, even in sleep. Brittany turns and hugs Santana and Quinn under the comforter. She closes her eyes and smiles. How she's missed both of them.
Santana could also smell a familiar scent of vanilla. Her brain thinks of Quinn. Her body and mind seem to be at more ease when lavender and vanilla scents are profound in her sleep. She feels comfortable and at home and the warmth enveloping her. It helps her sleep without the previous nightmares she's been having. Just a field of lavenders and the air smelling like vanilla. She can finally rest comfortably.
"Quinn?" Brittany says as she yawns.
Quinn can't open her eyes but she replies back. "Mhm?"
"Thank you for taking care of me and Santana."
Quinn smiles widely. "I'm obligated."
"Oh." Brittany said rather disappointed in the reply her best friend gives her.
"I'm obligated because I love you guys and I want you two to be happy. I want the three of us to be happy and together again."
No sooner, all three fell asleep in each other's arms. The Unholy Trinity at their holiest.
Let me know what you guys think!