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Brittany was anxious to know what they were going to do for her birthday. Not anxious, excited. Any time she brought it up Santana just said "you'll see".
"But it's not a lot of money right? Cause I still think you spent too much on me for Christmas."
"Want me to take it back?" Santana joked.
"No! I love it!" She wrapped her hand possessively around her bracelet. She did love it. It was beautiful and she liked that she had something to wear that would remind her of Santana anytime she wasn't near. She'd need to get Santana something like that.
When Brittany woke up the next morning she wasn't surprised that Santana was asleep. But she really wanted her awake. Like now. It's her birthday, she should be allowed to wake Santana up. So she starts kissing Santana's cheek and poking her sides gently. "Sssssannn wake up!" She saw the corners of Santana's mouth turn up but she was still pretending to be asleep. "Guess me having my shirt off is a totally wasted view then." Brittany sighed. Santana's eyes popped open and her head twisted to where Brittany was laying. Brittany wasn't topless, but she was laughing. "So that's how to get you up."
"Not fair." Santana whined. But she was still smiling. She wrapped her arms around Brittany and flipped her over so she was laying flat and Santana was now straddling her. "Happy Birthday baby." She leaned down and kissed her gently before rolling off of her and reaching into a bedside table and pulling out another small jewelry box and hands it to Brittany.
Brittany opens the box and finds another little charm, ballet shoes, and a key. She looks up at Santana. "I love it. But what's the key for?" Santana had sleepily wrapped herself back around Brittany and was lazily laying kisses to any skin she could reach.
"My apartment."
"Your apartment?"
"Mhmm. So you can come over whenever you want and you don't have to worry about people being there. Quinn is totally ok with it, before you ask."
Brittany looked from the key back to Santana. She reached over Santana and set the little box down on the table. She pushed Santana's shoulder so she was flat on her back before straddling her and leaning down and kissing her hard. When she finally pulled away she was breathless and her chest was heaving. "What was that for?"
"I just love you Santana. So much. I am so lucky." She leaned back down and kissed Santana again. Slower, but still deeply. She felt want burning deep in her belly. Without breaking her kiss she reached her hands up and grabbed the hem of her shirt. She separated from Santana only to pull her shirt over her head. Santana looked up and nearly acted upon the desire she felt before realizing that her parents were very much still at home.
Her hesitation was easily read by Brittany who was having a hard time caring that anyone was home. She felt so much love and now she wanted to show Santana how much love she felt. She grabbed Santana's hands that were now resting on her thighs and placed them on her now naked chest and ground her hips down slightly onto Santana's.
"B-Britt we, I can't. We have to stop." Brittany pouted.
"Why? I need you." She whined.
"My mom doesn't have work today. And if she catches us she will make us sleep in different rooms." Santana answered with her eyes closed trying desperately hard to calm herself down. That sounded like a good enough reason to stop. She didn't want to make anybody mad. And more than anything she didn't want to have to sleep in a separate room than Santana.
"Ok. I'm sorry." She laid down on top of Santana still pouting. Santana tickled her fingers up and down Brittany's back.
"It's ok baby. I want you too. So bad. Soon I hope." They took a little while to lay there and calm their bodies and just soak each other in. After a half an hour or so Santana spoke up again. "We should maybe head downstairs soon or my mom is going to start knocking to wake us up. She is big on birthday breakfasts." She felt Brittany nod against her neck, and then lips kiss just below her ear before Brittany sat back up and smiled at Santana.
They got dressed and went downstairs where they could already smell bacon and something sweet. As soon as they got into the kitchen Maribel broke out into a round of Happy Birthday while making Brittany sat down. She went to the oven and loaded up a plate full of bacon, eggs, and French Toast. "What do you want on your French Toast? You can have anything birthday girl. Whipped cream, syrup, fruit… your wish is my command." Santana already knew what Brittany would pick.
"Strawberries and whipped cream?" Yep. She called it. Maribel set to work dressing Brittany's French toast. Santana fixed her own with just syrup.
"Ok. So" She started as she set Brittany's plate in front of her. "Antonio and I did do something for you for your birthday but you won't know what it is until later. Ok?"
"But you've already-"
"Nonsense. It's your birthday. I just wanted to make sure you knew it was coming." She kissed the top of Brittany's head, before kissing the top of Santana's. "Morning Mija." And getting her own breakfast to sit down with the girls and eat.
Halfway through breakfast Diego and Miguel showed up and wished Brittany a happy birthday. After breakfast was cleaned up Maribel asked Brittany "So what would you like to do today Brittany?" Brittany looked toward Santana.
"I don't know because I don't know what Santana has planned."
"We don't need to get ready until four. So that gives us time."
"Maybe we could play a board game?" Maribel clapped her hands and lead Brittany to the closet where the board games were kept.
"You choose dear. We'll happily play anything you like." Brittany looked through the games.
"I haven't played any of these I don't think."
"Oh that can't be true. Look here's Monopoly. Everybody has played that." Brittany shook her head sadly. "Your family didn't play Monopoly?"
"My mom, aunt, sister, and cousin played a few times but I wasn't allowed."
"Too young?" Maribel asked. Santana cringed. She could tell by Brittany's tone that this wasn't a happy memory for her. She wondered if she had happy memories from her childhood at all.
"My mom said I wasn't smart enough. It wasn't that long ago so I don't think I was too young." Maribel's eyes widened and Santana could see her jaw clench. A trait that was an easy tell that her mother, brothers, or she herself were angry.
"Well I doubt very much that is true. Would you like to play?" Brittany nodded yes and Maribel brought the game to the table. Diego and Miguel set up and started to explain the basic rules to Brittany while Maribel went to the kitchen to get drinks. Santana thought she was taking a little too long so she went in to see if she needed help. Her mother was standing with her hands against the counter and her head bent towards her chest.
"Mami?"
"Santana you scared me. I'm sorry I got distracted." She went about getting cups and setting them on the counter.
"Are you ok?"
Maribel stopped moving around the kitchen for a moment and looked at her youngest child. "How could a family treat her like that. Was there anything good at all? Was there anyone in that family that treated that sweet, wonderful, loving girl the way she should have been treated?" Santana could see her mother's eyes getting damp. She shook her head.
"I don't know Mami. I don't know how to ask those questions." Maribel hugged her daughter.
"You better treat her like a princess Santana." She faked a stern voice. She saw the way Santana treated Brittany. She didn't even know that there was room for improvement.
"Always. Let me help you carry the cups." Maribel patted Santana's cheek before picking up the other cups and heading back to the dining room table.
An hour and a half in and it's safe to say Brittany was in fact no where near too stupid to learn this game as she was currently lording over most of the property and money. She had earned most of it fair and square. There were a few favors towards the beginning till she got the hang of it, but after that Brittany had conquered the board on her own. After everyone had gone bankrupt except Brittany, and she was declared the winner, they went into the living room and watched TV.
At four Santana said they should probably start getting ready. Maribel told Brittany that she could use their bathroom so they could get ready at the same time. Brittany thanked her and they went upstairs. "San what should I wear?" Santana went into her closet to look at Brittany's things that she had hung in there. She reached in and pulled out the dress that Rachel and her dad's had given her.
"This. With these shoes." She handed Brittany the dress and shoes she had chosen. Brittany grabbed her makeup bag and everything else she would need to get ready and went into the master bath. As soon as she heard the door close Santana locked her own door. She grabbed a box of stuff out of the closet. She saw the basket of scented candles and lotion that Brittany had got for Christmas and grabbed that out too. She went about setting up the room as quickly as she could so she still had enough time to get ready. When she was nearly done and about to get into the shower she heard a knock at the door. "Uh. Hello?" She awkwardly answered hoping it wasn't Brittany.
"It's me open up." She heard her mother hiss through the door.
She opened the door a crack and squeezed out. "Oh don't want me to see your sex set up?"
"MAMI!" Santana gasped.
"Oh like I don't know why you asked for us to be miraculously out of the house tonight. I wasn't born yesterday Santana. You be safe and so help me God if you get that girl pregnant before you're married-"
"Mom. We're safe. Oh my God." Maribel laughed at her flustered daughter. It was too easy.
"Here's the credit card. Dinner, dessert, souvenirs if she wants them. Ok? The reservations are already in place so you just need to show up. Papi set it up for you." She handed Santana her credit card. "Remember. Tell her dinner is from us. Ok Casanova? Make sure she knows you had some help. Si?"
"Yes yes. Now let me go I need to get ready. And, thanks Mami. For helping me make tonight special." Maribel kissed her cheek before nodding and heading down the stairs. Santana went back into her room and got into the shower. As soon as she got in the shower she started thinking about Brittany. About how much Brittany had wanted her this morning. And about her plans for the evening. Thoughts, coupled with the fact that it had been a while since she'd last cum got her hard quickly. She considered for a moment turning on the cold water and forcing it away. But that was just postponing the inevitable. And the last thing she wanted was to cum too early tonight. So she grasped herself firmly and closed her eyes, picturing the last time they had sex in her room. Her on the chair, Brittany riding her. And it was all over soon.
When she got out she blow dried her hair at warp speed trying to make up for the time lost in the shower. She did her makeup and finished her hair before getting dressed. She pulled out her tightest compression shorts because this dress will show any hint of anything, before putting the rest of her clothes on. She grabbed her heels, coat, made sure she had her wallet, her mom's card, and the tickets before heading downstairs.
When she got downstairs she saw Brittany standing there talking to her mom and her breath caught. She was hit with a feeling that she was no stranger to. Luck. How did she get so lucky to have this beautiful person love her? She shook her head and made her way to the bottom of the stairs.
Brittany heard the clicking of heels walking down the stairs and turned to look at Santana. She was beautiful. And sexy. Both in equal measure and Brittany didn't know if she wanted to take her out and shower off to the entire world so that they all knew she was hers, or take her back upstairs and finish what they had started this morning. The dress was about as short and tight as could be allowed while still being very classy. Brittany knew she was staring. Probably drooling. But could you blame her? No.
Santana walked towards her and lifted her hand for Brittany to take. "You look absolutely beautiful Britt." She kissed her hand.
"No. You look- I don't even have words. Beautiful. Amazing."
"You both look beautiful now stand together I want to take pictures."
Santana snapped her head towards her mom. That hadn't been agreed on. But before she could open her mouth to argue about it being embarrassing or them not having time Brittany hugged her. "I'm glad your mom is taking pictures. We need more. And you look so pretty." They posed for a few minutes before Santana decided they really did have to leave or they would be late.
When they got outside she opened Brittany's door for her before going to the driver's side and climbing in. After they had been on the road for a few minutes Brittany turned to her. "Now can I know where we are going?"
"Mmmm I guess you can know the first part. Dinner." She smiled, but kept her eyes on the road.
"Where?"
"Just a place. Relax B. You're going to love everything tonight. I hope anyway."
"I bet I will." She made herself stop asking questions. She wanted to know but she loved that Santana had planned all of this for her. So she played with the radio till she found a song they both liked, and waited to drive into the city so she could see all of the buildings and lights.
When they pulled to a stop Brittany looked around for a name or a sign. She didn't immediately find anything. Santana got out of the car. By time Brittany had the thought that Santana had left the keys, her door was being opened and a hand she would know anywhere was being offered to her. She took it and got out of the car. "San the car is still running."
"I know babe. The valet is going to take it." She kissed her hand. "And not scratch it." She said in a threatening way in the valet's direction. Santana led her through the doors and into a very fancy lobby. She finally saw a sign that had a name.
"Le Cirque?" She questioned. She had, unsurprisingly, never heard of it.
"Yep. My dad likes it here, and he knows the chef. Golfing friends or something." Santana walked up to a podium with a man in a tuxedo standing at it. "Two under Lopez please."
"This way ma'am." The man replied. He took them to their table and told them their waiter would be right with them. The waiter showed up a few minutes later, handing them menus and making suggestions. Brittany understood about every third word the waiter said. But Santana nodded politely at him and he left. They opened the menu and the first thing Brittany saw were the prices.
"Santana! It's so expensive." She worried her lip between her teeth.
"It's not that terrible. Plus my parents are paying. It's their birthday gift to you. They made me promise to make sure you got dessert." She could see Brittany's eyes still shifting between the menu and her. "Please don't think about money or anything. Just get anything you want. You could ask the waiter for the most expensive thing and it would be fine. I just want you to have a good time, it's your birthday. You should have fun. If you don't like it here, we could go somewhere else." Brittany shook her head.
"No. This is perfect." She looked back down at the menu, but another problem arose. She looked back up at Santana who was reading her own menu. "San. I don't know what any of this stuff is. Can you order for me?" Santana nodded. She had been here a few times so she knew a few things that she liked. But beyond that, she loved the idea that Brittany trusted her enough to know what she liked. When the waiter came back Santana ordered for both herself and Brittany. "This is the nicest place I've ever been in my life."
"Get used to it. I don't know if you've noticed but my family likes food. Really good food. I like getting fancy and going out every once in awhile, but not all the time. When we aren't around my parents go out to eat like three times a week to places like this. That's a lot of effort." Brittany nodded her agreement. When the food came back it was placed in front of them and it smelled amazing even though Brittany had no idea what it was.
"And the chef asked me to tell you that he sends his regards to your father. He hopes you enjoy." The waiter walked away as Brittany and Santana began eating.
"Ok, I got you the chicken. It's got a fancy name but that's basically what it is. Chicken and vegetables." Brittany took a bite and she couldn't deny that it was delicious.
"It's so good. What did you get?"
"Salmon. Want to try?" Brittany nodded. Before she could use her fork to get a bite, Santana was holding out her fork for Brittany to try. "Careful it's hot." Brittany took the bite and couldn't stop the small noise that escaped her lips.
"That's amazing too." Santana was glad Brittany liked both. She had been worried she wouldn't like either.
"Here, we'll share." She took part of her salmon and squash and transferred it to Brittany's plate, who was cutting a piece of chicken off to trade. After they ate nearly all of their food, they ordered dessert (because Brittany wasn't about to let Santana break a promise) to share. After they finished the waiter brought their check (which Brittany never saw) and Santana handed over her card. When they went to leave Santana helped Brittany put her coat back on before taking her hand and walking out of the restaurant.
While they were waiting for the valet to bring Santana's car back Brittany's reserve broke. She had to ask. "So are we going home now or…"
"You're not subtle. But thank you for not trying to figure it out. You'll know as soon as we get there what our next stop is. Ok?"
The drive to the next destination was short. Santana left the car with another valet just far enough away that Brittany still wasn't sure what they were doing. She knew they were near Times Square, but not where they were right now. As they got closer Santana fought to hold her smile in, waiting for Brittany to figure it out. Finally she heard a gasp. "San! Are we going to see Wicked?!" Santana nodded and Brittany practically tackled her trying to hug her.
"I am so excited! I've listened to the music and Rachel told me so much about it and I wanted to see it so bad!" Santana nodded.
"I know. Happy Birthday. Now let's get inside, it's cold." Once their tickets were scanned and they were inside the lobby, they took their coats to coat check. They were still a little early to be getting seated so they stood off in a corner enjoying some pseudo-alone moments. As soon as they announced that the doors were opened Santana led Brittany to the door so they could get to their seats.
Brittany kept expecting Santana to turn down a row any second but they kept moving forward. Finally when they were about six rows back she turned in and they took the two seats that were almost dead center. "These seats are amazing."
"Only the best for you." Santana took Brittany's hand over the arm rest. "Gabe know some people that he trades sports tickets for show tickets. I asked him to get me the best he could for Wicked, and here we are." After reading the program and Brittany's energy level reaching bouncing levels, the show finally started.
Santana had seen Wicked before, and she honestly enjoyed it. The story was a little lame but the show itself was good. But nothing beat watching Brittany's face throughout the performance. She was literally on the edge of her seat. Anytime she saw something that she thought was amazing (which happened fairly often) her jaw would drop and she'd point. Santana had never seen someone enjoy something so much. She vowed she'd see every Broadway show ever again if Brittany's reaction was anything like this.
After the show Brittany had to go to the bathroom so Santana got their coats and waited for her. She kind of had to go but she didn't love public bathrooms for obvious reasons so she would rather just wait. But the line was kind of long so Santana walked over to look at the merchandise table. She remembered her mom had said it'd be ok to get Brittany something if she wanted it. But she knew Brittany would never ask so she bought her a hoodie (because you could never have enough) and went back to waiting in the designated spot for Brittany.
Once they were back in the car Santana not so subtly put the hoodie on Brittany's lap. "What's th- Is this for me too?"
Santana nodded. "Mom told me to get you one." That was a small stretching of the truth but whatever. She kind of did. Brittany was too excited over the show and now the hoodie to even be modest about having been bought another gift. "So. We're headed home now but the night is not over." Brittany wondered what could possibly be left as she watched the bright lights out of her window, hand tucked into Santana's.
When they get home Santana leads Brittany inside and the first thing Brittany notices is that it is both dark and quiet. "Where is everyone?" Santana looks back at her with a sexy smile while she continues pulling Brittany up the stairs.
"We've got the house to ourselves. Until tomorrow." Brittany felt warmth pool low in her stomach. She knew what that meant. Before they went into the bedroom, Santana stopped her. "Wait out here for one second." She kissed Brittany and then snuck into her bedroom so that Brittany couldn't see inside. The anticipation was building inside of Brittany and even though Santana only left her in the hallway for less than a minute, if it had been any longer Brittany was going to go in after her.
But just then the door opened and Santana's arm reached out for Brittany to take, and pulled her inside. She gasped when her eyes adjusted to the dim light. The room was lit with candles that were placed all around the room. The bed was neatly made with flower petals scattered across it. Santana pulled her closer and wrapped her in her arms. "Happy Birthday."
Brittany leaned in to kiss Santana. The kiss was slow and sensual and made the flickering heat in her belly rise to a slow deep burn. Without breaking the kiss Santana ran her hands up Brittany's back and pulled the zipper down. Brittany moaned into Santana's mouth. She wanted her so bad. Santana broke the kiss to focus on sliding Brittany's dress down her arms until gravity took it to the floor. She began to lay kisses down the column of Brittany's neck. She continued to kiss across her collarbone before reaching behind Brittany and unclasping her bra. She stepped back to pull it off. Her breath caught in her throat as she took a moment to look at Brittany's flawless body bathed in warm candlelight. "So beautiful." She whispered with reverence.
"You have too many clothes on." Brittany said as she put her arms around Santana's neck to unzip her dress before pulling it down and removing Santana's strapless bra. She ran her hands down Santana's rib cage to the top of her compression shorts. She hated the way they bit into Santana's skin. They were tighter than the ones she wore most days and when she pulled them down the indents looked so painful. She crouched down so that she was eye level with Santana's semi-stiff dick. She looked up into her brown eyes before placing soft kisses to the deepest of the indents.
Santana felt herself getting harder as Brittany laid kisses so close to where she'd love to have Brittany's lips. But this wasn't how she wanted to do this. So she reached down and gently pulled Brittany up. "Tonight is about you." She whispered as she palmed Brittany's breast and swiped her thumbs over already stiff nipples. She backed Brittany up until her legs hit the bed. She sat down and slid backwards until she could lay her head on the pillows, never breaking eye contact with Santana. Santana leaned forward and hooked her fingers under the sides of Brittany's lace panties, sliding them down and off of her long legs.
With her hands on Brittany's knees she parted her legs before bending forward to kiss the skin there. She continued her path of little kisses up Brittany's thigh, getting closer to where she wanted to be. Brittany's breaths came faster the closer that she got. But she wanted to make this last. After placing a last kiss on her thigh, she moved so that her face was hovering over Brittany's center, and blew a warm stream of air onto her before she moved back down and started to kiss the same path on the other leg.
She continued to blow warm breaths and place kisses so light Brittany could barely feel them. Her hips began to move in search of a firmer touch but not until she vocalized her need, "Santana please" did Santana give in. She began by placing slightly more firm kisses to her slit before running her tongue from her center to her clit, parting her folds slowly.
Brittany gripped the bed sheets in her fists as she rolled her hips trying to get more friction with Santana's tongue. She felt Santana's hands grip her hips to hold her steady just before soft lips circled her clit and began to suck. Brittany felt Santana's name escape her lips again. Suddenly she was overcome with the desire to see what was going on, so she propped herself up on her elbows lightly so she could see Santana's head between her legs.
Santana felt Brittany sit up so she opened her eyes and looked up to make eye contact with her as she dragged her tongue slowly to Brittany's center, circling it once before plunging in. Brittany threw her head back at the feeling, knowing it wouldn't be much longer. "Make me cum." She whined, unable to handle the mounting pressure in her abdomen. Santana moaned in response and the vibrations shot through Brittany making her collapse back to the bed.
Santana alternated between quick thrusts into Brittany with her tongue, and flicking her clit rapidly. She felt her muscles contract, and then with a sound that Santana suspected may have been her name, Brittany came hard.
Santana began kissing her way up Brittany's body, excited for part two, but also unsure. As soon as Brittany regained her ability to breathe normally Santana whispered into her ear. "You get to pick what comes next baby. Anything you want."
Brittany bit her lip as she looked up into Santana's loving eyes. She wanted everything. But since Brittany had taken her on the chair, she had been curious about new positions.
Santana sensed the hesitation in Brittany so she lowered herself down and kissed her fully. "Anything at all."
"I think I want to try from behind. But I'm nervous. Bec-"
"I know. I know why you're nervous. What if we try, and then if even for a second you feel uncomfortable we'll stop and I will make love to you in a way I know is comfortable for both of us. Ok?" Brittany nods before Santana leans down to kiss her again. Both stealing her breath and making her feel like she has never breathed correctly before this moment. Santana pulls away and shifts herself so that she's kneeling on one side of Brittany. "Roll over baby."
Brittany does. And Santana goes to kiss her shoulder and she can feel how tense Brittany is. Part of her wants to roll Brittany back over because the idea that she's uncomfortable at all makes Santana weary. But Brittany asked for this. So maybe Santana just needed to find a way to make her comfortable.
She looked over to the bed stand where she had a bottle of lotion set, originally for a back massage after they were done, but maybe that will help now. She brushes Brittany's hair away from her ear and tells her that she wants to do something else first. She straddled Brittany again, making sure to move slowly and deliberately so that Brittany could feel her there with no surprises. She grabbed the bottle of lotion and squirted some in her hands before rubbing them together to warm it.
She started at Brittany's shoulders rubbing out the tension and listening to the satisfied little noises that Brittany was making. When she feels her muscles start to loosen there, she moves further down rubbing gentle circles over her spine and trailing her fingers down to her ribs. She loved the differences in noises that Brittany made. Little moans that meant this feels good, and little gasps that sounded an awful lot like please touch me.
She kept rubbing Brittany's back till she felt Brittany let go of the fear that she had been holding in her muscles. "Ok. Now, I want you to sit up on your knees." Brittany did as she was asked."Now lean forward and put your hands on the headboard." When Brittany did this Santana kissed down her spine slowly. "Does this feel ok?" Brittany nodded. More than ok.
Santana continued to kiss Brittany's back as she ran her hand over her ribs, to her stomach and then down to where she could feel Brittany was still very much warm and wet. She spread her folds with her fingers, and used her other hand to line herself up with Brittany's center. "Ready?" She whispered, still kissing Brittany's back. Brittany's hand had come around at some point and was clutching Santana's side.
"Please." She whispered back, and Santana began to ease herself in slowly. She watched the muscles in Brittany's arm flex as she gripped the headboard harder. She was fairly certain that this was the deepest she'd ever been able to get as she finally felt Brittany nestle into her hips. Santana was suddenly aware of just how much of Brittany was open and available to her in this position. She wrapped her arms around Brittany so she was holding their bodies together before she started to move in and out.
Brittany could feel Santana filling her. She could feel Santana surrounding her. Strong but gentle strokes hitting every wonderful spot inside of her. She had never felt so full. She began to rock back into Santana's forward trusts and the established a rhythm that had Brittany unsure that she would be able to support herself much longer. "Harder." She gasped.
Santana complied. She began to thrust harder feeling Brittany's body bounce when they connected. She felt Brittany shift up straighter and bring her other arm to her own torso to lace her fingers into Santana's. Their bodies now flush together, she shifted her arms to support more of Brittany's weight. Her free arm braced Brittany's chest, cupping one of her breasts and gently rolling a hard nipple between her finger and thumb. The hand that Brittany was holding moved down to her lower abdomen to press Brittany further into her, as she continued to thrust hard and deep. She knew it was probably just Brittany's muscles flexing, but she thought she could almost feel herself thrusting into her with the hand that was pressed tight to Brittany's belly.
She hasn't realized how close Brittany's mouth was to her ear until she heard Brittany whisper "You feel so good inside of me." Hotly into her ear. Her eyes rolled back and it took every ounce of strength not to explode inside of Brittany. "Don't stop."
Santana began to thrust slightly faster and a broken moan came from Brittany's mouth. "You are so beautiful. Mine." Santana replied. She felt Brittany start to slide the hand that was on her lower belly down until she took two of Santana's fingers and guide them to her clit.
"Yours." She moaned. Eyes squeezed shut. Santana began to rub circles around her clit, biting her lip because she needed to last just a little bit longer. Brittany's hand never left her own as she fingered Brittany's clit. "G-na cum" Brittany breathed out as Santana felt her muscles squeeze her cock even tighter.
"So tight baby. Fuck." And Santana exploded. She continued to rub Brittany's clit quickly and before she had finished cumming, Brittany's muscles locked down and she stilled Santana's circling fingers, both of their hands now cupping her. Santana could feel her pulsing with her fingers, and from inside of her. She held still in that position until she felt Brittany relax again. Then she eased out of her and lowered them both back to the bed, Brittany rotating as to press herself against Santana's front.
"That was amazing." Brittany mumbled into Santana's neck when she finally found her voice. Santana was combing her fingers through Brittany's hair thinking the same thing.
"You're amazing. Happy Birthday love."
"Best Birthday ever." Santana shifted down so that she was laying face to face with Brittany.
"Yeah?" Brittany nodded. "Good. That was my goal. I better start planning how I'm going to top this next year." She saw Brittany's face scrunch up in protest. "Nope. Get used to it. You being born was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I plan on celebrating it and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
Brittany shook her head but couldn't wipe the smile off of her face. She shifted and tried not to moan, feeling Santana's and her own cum leak out of her.
"What?" Santana saw a shift in Brittany's facial expression.
"I can feel your cum inside me. And coming out of me."
"I'm…sorry?"
"No. I love it. Don't apologize."
"Good. Do we need to shower?"
"Probably but I still don't trust my legs. And I don't want to get up. We can shower together in the morning?"
"Sounds perfect." Santana replied as she wrapped her arm around Brittany to pull her in closer as they shifted into one of their favorite positions to sleep in. Santana partially on her side with Brittany half laying on top of Santana, on her stomach. Arms and legs twisted together. Head on Santana's shoulder. "Love you B."
"Love you too."
The next morning Santana wakes up to the feeling of Brittany running her fingers from her belly button, up and over her breasts and back down. "Mmm" She swallows to try and clear the morning from her voice. "That feels good."
"Good morning." Brittany rotates her head only slightly laying a small kiss onto Santana's bicep. Then goes back to looking into her eyes.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I want you inside of me again. But your mom is home." Santana groans in response.
"I can't tell if I love when you say things like that, or hate it because I know we can't do anything about it." Brittany smiles and moves in to finally kiss Santana's lips.
"If we behave ourselves can we shower together?" Brittany asks with a slight pout. Santana rolls onto her side and presses their lips together again.
"I think we can do that."
They can't do that. Santana should know by now that they can't spend time naked together in that close proximity with the water running and she can not, no matter what, keep her dick from getting hard. "Can I touch you please Santana? We'll be quiet." Brittany whispers hotly in her ear. Santana nods because she doesn't trust herself with words. Brittany's hand is traveling slowly down her abdomen and Santana swallows at the anticipation.
"MIJA! GET DOWN HERE BREAKFAST IS ALMOST DONE!"
Brittany's hand stops in it's track and she looks at Santana, eyes wide. Santana kisses her chastely. "We should maybe finish this another time. Go ahead and get out. I need a few seconds of cold water." Brittany looks at her confused until Santana gestures towards her hip where she sees that Santana is only slightly less hard than she was a few seconds ago.
Brittany gets out and is toweling her hair when she hears a hiss from inside the shower, "Fuck that's cold." She grabs Santana's towel and waits for her to shut the water off. Then stands outside the shower with the towel open and wraps her up in it when she gets out.
When they get downstairs they hear voices in the dining room so they head in that direction. To Brittany's surprise, Luis was there as well as Santana's mom and dad (less surprising). They sat down, put food on their plate, and started to eat. By now Brittany was used to Maribel putting extra food on hers and Santana's plates without asking or even mentioning it. She'd eat it if she could or leave it and one of Santana's brother or Antonio would eat it. Food was not often wasted in the Lopez house.
"How was your birthday Britt?" Luis was genuinely curious. He had heard Santana's plans and thought it was a perfect idea for her.
"It was so incredible!" she gushed. "I was so surprised. But it was amazing. The restaurant was so good. Oh God! Thank you so much for that Antonio and Maribel. It was amazing."
"Our pleasure sweetie." Maribel said as she put another piece of bacon on Santana's plate.
After breakfast they all hang out in the living room together. The TV was on but for the most part they were just talking about various things going on in their lives. Brittany and Santana told them about their classes next semester. Brittany let it slip about her tutoring and she felt her face burn with embarrassment.
"That's great Brittany! If you find they aren't giving you enough attention let me know and I'll put a call in. I know enough people who work at that university that I'm sure I have some names to throw around." Antonio responded.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about baby." Santana whispers in her ear. Brittany nods and goes on to tell him the other things they were going to help her with. She settled back into Santana who wrapped her arms around her waist. The afternoon passed fairly quickly in conversation and card games. Brittany loved these times. Her family didn't spend any time together really. Not that she wanted to spend time with them anyway but this was amazing. They genuinely liked each other's company.
"Santana can you come help me for a second." Her mother called from the kitchen. Santana unwrapped herself and went into the kitchen.
"So you and Brittany are going to leave soon right?"
"Yeah Mami. I'm still not sure that surprises are her thing."
"Shush you. She's going to love this. Leave everything up to me. Just keep her out of the house for a few hours." Santana nodded her consent and went back into the living room
"What did you mom need?"
"Just help with her phone. She still doesn't understand it."
"Can you blame her? I wouldn't get it either if it weren't for you."
"You still use mine most of the time anyway. So. It's not super cold out today, do you maybe want to go drive around. I can show you my old school and stuff."
"Yes! That sounds awesome."
"K. Let's go put on something other than sweatpants." They go upstairs and Brittany pulls out jeans and a sweater and turns to Santana who is getting ready to pull on her compression shorts.
"Do you have to wear those? I hate that they hurt you. I understand if you want to. I just don't want you to feel like you have to."
Santana ducked her head and gripped the shorts in her hands. "I don't want people to notice. Or stare. I don't want to deal with it." Brittany walked over to her and put her arms on Santana's shoulders and clasped them at the back of her neck.
"No one will notice. Or stare. But what if you wear those sexy low cut jeans you have that are the looser fit?" Santana shrugged and Brittany kissed her temple. "You are perfect. Everything about you is perfect. Do you prefer to wear them?"
"Not really. They leave the marks and make my hips sore because they're so tight. But I can't wear tighter girlier stuff without them. It's embarrassing."
"Ok. So if you feel that way, then what if you worked on wearing them less with looser clothes, and in situations where you feel comfortable. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable San. I just hate the idea of you hurting for any reason."
"If I put the jeans on will you tell me if you can see my penis?"
"Yep." Brittany pecks Santana's lips and smacks her butt lightly. Santana pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and then her jeans. She stood in front of Brittany and pulled up her shirt.
"Any bulge?" Brittany looked carefully. Wanting Santana to know she'd be honest no matter what, and that she could trust her.
"Definitely not from the side. When you stand like that I can see the faintest outline. But honestly it looks like it could be something in your pocket, or anything really. I would never notice if I wasn't looking for it. Ok?"
"Ok." Santana smiled and laid her head on Brittany's shoulder. Santana hadn't ever thought that she had a problem with her anatomy. Sure she tried to hide it but wouldn't anyone in her circumstance? It wasn't until Brittany that she realized she didn't need to hide. It felt so much more comfortable without the shorts under her jeans.
They spent the afternoon driving around the island. Santana drove past her favorite park as a kid, and where they used to go to church before it closed. They stopped and got hot chocolate at a tiny little store that Santana mentioned she saw all the time but had never gone in. They would definitely be going back. When the sun was starting to set they wound up at Santana's high school. They got out and buttoned up their coats and walked around a little bit. "This is where I used to park every day. Once I got a car. It's where all the popular kids parked."
"So you were always popular?"
"Yeah. Pretty much. Anyone with older siblings knew my brothers who were all on the football team, so that helped. Plus nobody but the cheerleading squad really knew about my little friend." She gestured towards her crotch.
"Baby there is nothing little about you." Santana shook her head and laughed.
"Anyway. Quinn helped keep my secret best we could. A rumor went around ounce but most people thought it was too crazy to be true. The girls on the squad, well, other than the whole bet thing, they just kind of didn't really talk about it. Especially once Quinn and I were co-captains."
"Were you guys mean to the other students?" It was something Brittany would feel guilty about for the rest of her life she thought. She hadn't personally ever been mean, not intentionally, but standing by and watching it happen was just as bad.
"I don't think we were as bad as some schools. There were so many people in our school that while we were definitely popular, there were enough people to balance that out. I think if any one group had gotten too mean, the rest of the school would have stopped respecting them. So their popularity wouldn't have meant anything. I think we were just more elitists. You know?"
Brittany nodded. "Yeah. We just partied together and hung out together. Most of us were also the more well off so that probably had something to do with it too."
"Popular kids at our school were really mean. It was terrible. Kids would get thrown in dumpsters. Or while they were in gym someone would steal all of their clothes so they had to wear those stupid shorts and shirt for the rest of the day. Lunches knocked in their faces in the cafeteria. All kinds of stuff. And they spread the worst rumors. I never did anything like that, but I never stopped it. I bet I missed out on a lot of nice friends because of the kind of person my parents were pushing me to be."
"Well whatever they were pushing you towards, you turned out amazing all on your own. Kids do that kind of stuff."
"Yeah but I still think about it. It still upsets me that I didn't stop it. Or said sorry. Or just make friends with the kids that I knew needed one."
"Maybe you could look up a few of them on Facebook. Maybe send them a message and apologize?"
"Maybe. So, what else Miss Ex Head Cheerleader?"
"Well, this is the football field. We practiced out here until it was so cold our water bottles would freeze. That was when we were allowed to practice in the gym."
"Wow. Strict." The gate wasn't locked so they walked out onto the field heading towards a set of bleachers.
"Oh God. Right under here is where I totally caught Quinn making out with a boy for the first time." Santana tugged her hand and lead her under the bleachers.
"Did you stop her?"
"I didn't mean to but I gasped. The guy kind of panicked and ran away. Quinn wasn't too upset. Apparently it wasn't that awesome." Brittany laughed.
"What about you? Any makeout sessions under the bleachers?" Santana shook her head, chuckling. Who would she have made out with? "Want to change that?" Brittany took a step closer and pressed their wind chilled lips together. Things quickly heated up and Brittany was pressing Santana against the cement wall. She moaned into Santana's mouth before slowing the kiss down and pulling apart. "It's so cold. We should get back to the car." Santana nodded. Dazed by Brittany, which was a completely common occurrence.
By time they got back to the car it was pretty dark. They got in and Santana turned the heat on immediately. Brittany looked over at her and down into her lap. She noticed the outline of Santana's appendage was a little more pronounced. She was, despite the cold, a little hard. Brittany licked her lips. "Turn off your headlights."
"Why? It's dark."
"I want to try something." Before Santana turned the lights off, she reached over and stroked the ridge in Santana's jeans.
"Shit. B. Wh-"
"Just turn the car off." Santana did as she was told as Brittany fumbled by street light to unbutton Santana's fly. She pulled Santana's semi-hard cock out of the confines of her boxers and wasted no time in leaning over and taking her into her mouth.
"Fuck." Santana hissed as Brittany's head started to bob up and down bringing Santana to full length quickly. She pulled up so that just the head was in her mouth and circled it with her tongue while she gripped the rest of her length and began moving her hand up and down. Santana had no idea where to put her hands. She was still hesitant to put them on Brittany's head because she didn't want Brittany to feel forced. But she was in a car. And she had limited options.
She settled for laying one gently on Brittany's back, and gripping the steering wheel hard with the other. Brittany moaned as Santana felt precum start to seep out. Brittany tongued the slit, vibrations from her moaning driving Santana insane. Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, Brittany started to take more of her into her mouth than she'd ever done before. Santana felt the tip of her dick hit the back of Brittany's throat before she lifted back up again, bobbing up and down.
Santana knew enough to know that, warning or not, Brittany wanted to swallow. Santana squeaked out something that sounded vaguely like "I'm cumming" and lifted her hips up slightly as she felt herself explode into Brittany's mouth. "Fuck. Baby." She gritted her teeth as Brittany fisted the base of her cock and firmly stroked upwards swallowing the last of the cum that dribbled out. She made sure Santana was clean before she gently slipped her back into her underwear and buttoned up her pants.
When she sat up Santana's head was still back against the headrest and her hand was still gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Good?" She kissed Santana's lips lightly.
"Uh huh. Perfect." She regained composure and leaned forward and kissed Brittany thoroughly, smiling at her taste that lingered there. She pulled out her phone and saw a text from her mom that said come back now. It had only been sent a few minutes ago, which was good since she was supposed to be paying attention and waiting for that text.
"Ugh. Mom wants us home for dinner."
"Guess I could eat again." Brittany flashed a cheshire grin at Santana who smacked her lightly on the thigh.
Santana was impressed when they get back onto her street that she didn't see any cars. She parked in her usual spot, all the lights were out in the house
"I thought you said your mom wanted us home for dinner." Brittany commented as she grabbed Santana's hand, walking to the door. Santana internally panicked, still typing to her mother that they were here.
"Uh. They must have gone out instead."
"Darn. Guess we'll just have to find something else to eat." Brittany smiled wickedly. Santana wished that was a possibility.
"Maybe. See if the door is unlocked before I dig my keys back out."
Brittany twisted the knob and pushed the door open, they walked a few steps into the door and shut it before the lights all flipped on and "SURPRISE!"
Brittany screamed in response as she jumped back. Santana was quick to catch her. Laughing in her ear. "Happy Birthday part two baby."
"Oh my God! Who's idea was this?"
"Mami and Papi. They were jealous that they didn't get to celebrate too." Brittany smiled and looked around the room.
"Rachel?!" She crossed over and hugged her.
"Happy belated Birthday Brittany!"
"You didn't come here just for this did you?"
"I confess it was just lucky circumstance. I actually came here to see my new girlfriend." Brittany looked down at her hand, which was clasped tightly in a very happy looking Quinn's.
"You'll have to tell me all about that." Brittany smiled.
While Brittany was talking to Rachel, Santana heard her name called. She turned her head and saw her abuela standing with her mami.
"Hola Abuela."
"I would like to be introduced to your girlfriend."
"As soon as she's done saying hello to her friends I promise." Her grandmother nodded her head sternly and turned to tuck in Miguel's shirt in the back.
"Why is she here?" Santana loved her grandmother. A lot actually. She had always been good to her. She was just not the most warm person when you first met her. A little stern. And very forward.
"She insisted when I told her what we were doing tonight. " Maribel defended. Her mother, Eva, had called earlier that day to insist that Maribel and Antonio come for dinner that evening. After finding out that they couldn't, and why, she insisted she'd be over as soon as she found something suitable to wear."
"I can hear you talking about me. I have the right to meet my granddaughter's girlfriend. Since I was deprived of that opportunity at Christmas. Now go get her." Santana headed in the direction of Brittany.
"You be nice to her Mami. This is the mother of your future great grandbabies. Be nice. I mean it."
"I'm always nice." Before Maribel could argue, Santana was walking back with a suddenly shy Brittany.
"Abuela this is Brittany. Brittany this is my abuela." Brittany reached out a hand and timidly shook the older woman's hand.
"N-Nice to meet you Mrs…?" This woman was intimidating Brittany thought. She had heard about Santana's grandparents before and knew for sure this was Maribel's mom but had no idea what to call her. The woman stared at her for a few seconds before she answered.
"Abuela. You can call me abuela as well Brittany. I hear you're part of the family so that will work just fine." Maribel exhaled her fear of what her mother might say gone. "I hear you'll be giving me great grandchildren."
Brittany, without looking, reached over and started patting a choking Santana's back. She smiled and nodded gently. "I think that might be the plan. Someday."
"Well I'm not getting any younger." Santana's grandmother replied.
"Mami!" "Abuela!" Santana and her mother yelled at the same time. Eva smirked (the same smirk that Brittany had seen on many of the Lopez children) and walked away.
Brittany made her rounds making sure to thank everyone that came individually. It wasn't a lot of people. But she didn't know a ton of people that lived in the city. All of Santana's brothers were there, and her parents and grandmother, Quinn, Rachel, and Kurt. Rachel had been the biggest surprise. Brittany had known that Kurt lived in the city so it made more sense that he was here.
"My fathers wanted to fly out and come too but they had to go to a work party. I knew I would be here on your birthday, so we got you this! It was just luck being here for the surprise birthday." Rachel handed her a package.
"Rachel you didn't have to. You guys are so awesome to me already. I can't wait to go back and visit." Brittany carefully opened the box and pulled out yet another beautiful dress. "I love it so much! Your dads are so good at picking clothes!"
"Yes they do like that you wear the kind of clothes that they pick out."
"You should let them pick stuff out for you too Rach." Brittany had not meant that as an insult at all. Perhaps just a poorly timed comment, but Santana doubled over with laughter.
"You totally should hobbit." Santana ruffled Rachel's hair before walking away.
"Why does she make fun of my height? She's barely taller than me."
"She's just insecure Rach. Ignore her." Quinn growled in Santana's direction which just made her laugh more.
Brittany saw Kurt standing by himself so she went over to say hello again. "I'm really glad you're here Kurt. Are you having a good break?" Kurt just nodded, continuing to stare off. "Is something wrong?"
"That is literally a wall of hot men. I've had dreams about this." Brittany turned around and noticed the Lopez brothers were all standing near the closet door. Brittany just laughed and bounced away leaving Kurt to gawk.
"So tell us how this happened." Santana said as the she, Brittany, Quinn, Rachel, and Kurt were standing in a circle. She gestured toward Quinn and Rachel.
"Well, Brittany had given me the wonderful advice of appealing to Quinn's romantic side. So I flew out here with the permission and blessing of my parents. But then I realized once I got here I didn't know where she lived or how to get to her house. So I had to call her to come pick me up from the airport. Which was, I'll admit, less than romantic. It turns out that spontaneous isn't really for me."
"It was still romantic." Quinn replied, wrapping her arm around Rachel's waist.
"I just told her how I felt, and she feels the same way. And here we are. I may have also sang. But I can't stop myself, it just comes from me."
Santana was trying desperately to hold back her laughter but then Brittany whispered in her ear. "Don't laugh baby, you sing to me all the time." Quinn heard and cocked an eyebrow at her, which elicited an eye roll from Santana.
After Kurt had gone and Brittany was showing Quinn her new charm for her charm bracelet, Rachel pulled Santana off to the side.
"I need some help."
"Well, yeah."
"Stop it Santana I'm serious." Santana uncrossed her arms and sat down on the couch, Rachel followed.
"Well. This may come as a surprise to you, but I am still a virgin."
"No shit?" Santana replied sarcastically.
"Santana I'm serious!"
"Ok. Sorry. Go ahead."
"Well. I was doing some research on how girls have sex with other girls. And I came across something called fanfiction. These are stories about characters from television shows or movies. Some include very graphic scenes of a sexual nature." Santana was biting the inside of her cheek hard to prevent herself from laughing. But she wanted this over as soon as possible so she urged Rachel to continue. "Well, in a lot of stories it seems that you stimulate them internally with your fingers and then once you're ready for them to climax, you just push their clitoris. Is this correct?"
"Jesus Christ Berry it's not all BOOP the clit and then BAM orgasm." Santana was blushing. "Couldn't you just watch porn like a normal person."
"It seemed too graphic."
"Listen. Just, experiment. Quinn won't know what she's doing either so you're both kind of unsure together. It'll be fine." Her face was starting to turn red. The last thing Santana wanted to talk to Rachel about was Quinn and sex.
"Ok. Last question."
"Fuck. Ok. What?"
"Do you know of any of Quinn's fantasies that I should be aware of?"
"Get out of here Berry! Go. Now. We are done with this." Santana pointed away from her and Rachel jumped up and ran over to Quinn.
The night ended with promises to see Quinn and Rachel within the next few days, lots of hugs, and thank you's.
After Brittany had hugged and thanked Santana's parents for the millionth time, they headed upstairs to get ready for bed. As they lay there cuddled up under the covers Santana thought back on her conversation with Rachel. Why was she concerned with fantasies already? Santana didn't even know Brittany's. Which she thought, seemed a little weird.
"Hey Britt?"
"Hmmm?"
"Can I ask you a question?" Santana sounded meeker than usual.
"Always."
"What. Uh. What are your, you know, fantasies?"
"Like sex fantasies?" She felt Santana nod. "I guess I don't really have any."
"What?"
"I've only really liked sex since I've been with you. And it's fantastic. So I haven't spent a lot of time thinking about ways to make it better. It gets better pretty much every time. And I never touch myself on my own so I guess I just haven't thought a lot about it. I guess I do have them though. Sex on the chair was one. But I kind of just thought about it and then did it right away."
"Oh. So, nothing you want to do?"
"Not that I can think of right now. Other positions I guess. But does that count as a fantasy?"
"Kind of. You should think about it more. It's healthy to imagine stuff like that. And then we can keep things exciting. Not that sex isn't always exciting with you because it is." Brittany giggled and kissed her.
"Ok. What about you?"
Santana was suddenly embarrassed. "I don't know."
"Yes you do. You wouldn't have brought it up if you didn't."
"Well. I really liked watching you touch yourself in the hotel that night. After our first time."
"We can do that again. We can do anything you want. That's my fantasy, making all of yours come true."
"Britt that doesn't count. But I love you for saying it anyway."
"What else. San you can tell me. I can tell you're holding something back."
"It's not something I ever wanted before you. Or even thought about really. It's kind of weird. You probably will be grossed out."
"Never. Just tell me." She cuddled closer and kissed Santana again.
"I kind of want to maybe try anal. Like I just... I don't know Britt. I want you inside of me. Somehow. And since our first time I loved that feeling of being inside of you but I want to know what it's like. And I know we can't do it for real. It's stupid. I'm sorry I brought it up."
"Stop San. I hate that word. Why do you think I wouldn't want to do that with you?"
"Because of your history with Tommy. And because it's weird."
"It's not weird. And don't let him get in the way of our lives any more than he already has." Brittany pushed Santana's shoulders so that she was laying flat and crawled on top of her. "I love you. I want to do this with you. Do you want just my fingers or like a strap on?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought a lot about it honestly. Just sometimes when I'm in the shower thinking about you, my brain goes there."
"So then we will. Someday." She kisses Santana before laying her head back on her chest. "Will I hurt you if I sleep like this?"
"Nope. I'm strong and you're light." She crossed her arms across Brittany's back, pulling her closer.
The rest of break passed pleasantly. Brittany had worried for the first few days that she would get a call from one of her family members but it didn't happen. She was happy for not having to deal with them, but some small part of her was a little upset that they hadn't even cared enough to check how she was. Santana hadn't brought it up much, but when they were laying in bed one night she admitted that she couldn't believe her parents didn't at least call on her birthday. Brittany could believe they hadn't. It still kind of hurt, so they didn't really talk about it much after that.
A few days before they were due back at school, Maribel told them they were going shopping. They went out and stopped at an office supplies store, and she restocked them with pens and paper and other things they needed. They went to Target and Maribel just started throwing stuff in the cart as they were talking. "Do either of you need socks or underwear? Never mind. I already know the answer." She threw a few packs of socks in the cart. She tossed in a pack of boxer briefs and went over to the girls section and tossed in a pack of tighter fitting boy short underwear that Brittany had seen Santana wearing. "What size do you wear Brittany?"
"Uh. I don't know?" Brittany didn't want Maribel to feel like she had to buy her things. Maybe not knowing what size would deter her.
"I'll guess. Probably the same as Santana." Maribel responds.
"Oh you should get these ones." Santana said without thinking, picking up a pack of lacy boy shorts.
"No. Keep it in you pants Santana." Maribel threw in a few packs for Brittany before moving on. After they left target they went to a restaurant for lunch.
"Brittany can I ask you some questions about your family?"
"Um. Sure?"
"I'm just curious as to what your situation is with them. I know what happened and why Santana brought you home to us. But why would your mother have him over if she knew he'd hurt you?"
"I don't know. She's never really cared about me. She thinks I'm too stupid to ever do anything on my own. I had a lot of trouble in school. She was mad at me all the time and made me miss dance class a lot. And I think she thought if Tommy and I got married she wouldn't have to deal with me anymore."
"This just doesn't make any sense. Why would she do that to you?" Maribel had said it more to herself than anything. There is no way anyone could make sense of this situation.
"My sister says it's because I didn't fix the family." Brittany answers quietly. Santana turned her head towards Brittany, she hadn't ever thought to ask. She just thought her mother was a crazy bitch.
"What do you mean Britt?" She asked.
"My dad has been cheating on my mom since a few years after my sister was born. My sister said that mom told her things were really good after she was born so she got pregnant with me on purpose even though they weren't planning on having more kids. But it didn't work. He keeps cheating. But she won't leave because she doesn't have a job or anything. So I think she blames me. And then I wasn't smart like my sister so that just made it worse."
"She's been like this your whole life?" Maribel's heart was breaking for this girl. She didn't know why knowing that it had been happening her whole life or just a part of her life made a difference.
"Ever since I can remember." Santana scooted closer to Brittany. She was handling the conversation well. She was sad but Santana thought she might be taking it worse. Her hands were shaking and she wanted to kill someone and take Brittany into her arms and never let go at the same time. She grabbed Brittany's hands instead.
"How did you turn out so good?"
"I don't know if I'm that good. But I think I'm not like them because I figured out that it hurt to be treated the way they treated me. But it felt nice to be treated the way a few other people treated me. And I didn't want to make people feel bad."
"You say you're not smart Brittany, But for you to have figured that out at a young age is miraculous." Maribel said while fighting tears. "Who were the good people?"
"I had a really nice babysitter. She watched us a lot after school but my sister was older so she was away at friends usually. But my babysitter was really nice. She'd help me with my homework and she never yelled. She hugged me every day." Santana's heart broke. The idea that Brittany would cherish the person that gave her a hug everyday was heartbreaking. Santana's mom and dad hugged her all the time. Her brothers hugged her just as much. The fact that Brittany only got hugs when she was babysat made her vow to hug her at least a thousand times a day for the rest of their lives.
"I also had a few really good dance teachers. I think they knew how my parents were treating me and why I wouldn't come to dance class sometimes because of my grades. Or because they didn't want to drive me sometimes. If we were working on a new routine they would tape it for me so I could still learn it and catch up. Plus dance used to be the thing that made me the most happy in the world. So the people that were teaching me that would always be some of my favorite people."
"Used to make you the most happy?" Maribel asked.
"Being loved and loving kind of tops everything doesn't it?" She couldn't hold it back any longer, a tear slid down Maribel's cheek.
"Yeah babe. It does." Santana said as she kissed Brittany's cheek.
"We need dessert! Someone bring these girls dessert!" Santana shook her head and let her mom deal with her feelings however she needed to. Plus she knew Brittany really liked dessert.
"Well" Maribel started as they all ate dessert a few minutes later. "Unless something drastic happens and your family does a complete turn around, I expect you at our house for breaks and vacations. No asking, I'll just assume if Santana is coming that you are too. Ok?" Brittany nodded her confirmation, too happy, and mouth too full to speak.
Brittany spent that night excited to spend the rest of break in this house that she felt more at home in than she'd ever been in her own house with her own family. She was excited to spend any time she could with Santana, always. And she was even kind of excited to go back to school and take classes. For once in her life she felt like she might be able to do this, and wasn't so nervous she felt sick over the first day back.