A/N Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews! I am glad that everyone is liking my direction with this story and don't worry, you will get to see Brittany's mean side. Probably in this chapter, I don't know yet and will know more as I progress in writing it. Here it is.
Santana woke up to the feel of the warm sun on her back. There was something else though. The grogginess started wearing off when she realized she was laying next to someone and that someone had their arm wrapped around her protectively. Slowly she started remembering the night before. I'm in a relationship. HOLY SHIT! She quietly got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom to shower. She really likes Brittany Pierce. She just didn't expect to be in a relationship this soon. She just stood there letting the warm water run over her until it started turning cold. Today was the day she'd planned to meet Brittany at her dad's studio, but seeing as she stayed with her at Quinn's, she decided to wake her up so they could leave.
Gently lying on the bed, she started peppering Brittany's face with light kisses. She kept doing this until she saw a smile appear on the girl's lips. "It's too early San," Brittany said in her husky morning voice.
"We were supposed to meet at your dad's studio today remember? I mean I can always walk there and pretend to be the bitch that is out of patience for waiting," Santana smiled.
"Shit, we have to work on a song and dance steps. Are you sure you're okay with dancing with me during it?"
"Yes, Britt. It's fine. I can dance a little but I'm sure you can teach me how. I also have another idea; I want you to sing with me as well."
"I'm not the best singer San, I don't know."
"I'm dancing with you, it's only fair," Santana pushed her lips into the most adorable pout Brittany had ever seen.
"Alright I'll do it," Brittany said as she pushed her self out of bed and began to get dressed. "Do you know what song you want to do?"
"No but I am bringing my IPod so I'm sure we can find something."
"Okay, I'm ready let's go."
As the duo walked down the stairs Brittany grabbed Santana's hand. Both girls gasp, feeling the electricity between them as their fingers entangled with one another. They both shot a shy smile at each other as they walked down the stairs only to find Quinn on top of Rachel and the girls exploring each others mouths with their tongues. "Quinn, don't stop for us, we are heading to Britt's studio to work on our project."
They began the ten minute walk from Quinn's to the new studio in town. Santana was shocked when she noticed Brittany still holding her hand as they walked down the sidewalk. She really wants to be seen with me? Like she's proud of me? Santana was lost in her thoughts when they reached the dance studio. Brittany unlocked the door and lead Santana into a room that had mirrored walls. Brittany had let go of her hand to start stretching. "So I figured I could start with that dance you walked in on me doing at school. Do you have any idea what song you want to sing? That would make it easier for me to decide what our choreography will be."
"Well I was thinking maybe we could do Bubbly by Colbie Caillat."
" I like it."
The girls spent the next two hours working out choreography. The showcase was going to be in two weeks so they really didn't have much time to work. They decided they would practice at the studio every night from 6 to 9. "Let me walk you home. My dad just sent me a text and apparently they are coming home early and if I'm not there he'll throw a bitch fit."
"Sounds nice."
Santana walked the few hundred feet from the studio to her house with the happiest, biggest grin she's ever had. "So I'll see you at school Monday," Brittany said giving her a kiss on the cheek and watched her walk in the house.
"Mija, did you have fun on your date last night?" Maribel Lopez greeted her daughter.
"Yea Mami, she's really nice. Wait, how did you know?"
"I called Quinn's yesterday when you didn't come home from school and she told me."
"I'm gonna kill her!"
"Mija! Don't talk like that. Now go get washed up, dinner is almost ready and I want to know everything about this girl that has my daughter smiling like an idiot."
Santana ran upstairs to shower. She didn't take a long one since she showered at Quinn's just enough to get the sweat stink washed off of her from rehearsing with Brittany. She ate dinner with her parents, explaining how everything had went on the date, leaving out the details of Brittany's probation. She went to her bedroom to lie down, dancing had worn her out. She looked at her phone to see if Quinn had text her but was surprised when she noticed that Brittany had text her.
Hey beautiful, just wanted to tell you good night and I can't wait to see you Monday. Shall I pick you up for school?—xoxo Britt
Hey baby, yes you can pick me up if you want to, but I'm tired I'm going to sleep. Text you tomorrow?—San
Yes sweetheart, talk to you tomorrow –xoxo Britt
Santana fell asleep with a smile on her face.
That Monday, Santana made sure she got up early. She wanted to be awake enough to introduce Brittany to her mom. She quickly showered, blow dried her hair, and put on her make up. She wore a t-shirt today with her jeans and converse. She decided to ditch her usual hoodie because she had someone in her life now that she felt she didn't need to hide her face anymore.
Hey babe, I'm outside—xoxo Britt
Well you better come on one hun, my mother wants to meet you – San
There was a knock at the door and Santana's stomach filled with butterflies. "Mami, she's here!" Santana said running to the door.
"Hey babe," Brittany gave Santana a peck on the cheek.
"I already like her, very gentle lady like," Santana's mother said as she witnessed the blonde kiss her daughter on the cheek.
"H-hi Mrs. Lopez, I'm Brittany."
"Please, Mrs. Lopez is my mother-in-law, call me Maribel. Now what are your intentions with my daughter? You are going to treat her like the woman she truly is right?"
"Yes ma'am. I plan on loving her until the end, granted she can put up with me that long."
"Just so you know, I know about your probation. I don't care about it but you better not get my daughter in trouble and do not let those clowns do anything to hurt her anymore. I am watching you. Now you two head to school. Go!"
Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and the girls walked outside. Brittany walked Santana to the passenger side and opened the door, ushering her inside. After closing the door Brittany ran to the driver side and drove to school.
When they arrived at school, Santana started getting nervous. The usual routine for her was a slushy as she walked in the doors, slapping the perpetrator, and running to wash it off. So why should today be any different right? Right! The minute the girls walked in the building Puck and Finn were waiting. "Hey dyke, this is for thinking you could get away with tryin' to turn my girl here fag," Puck said as he and Finn threw the red ice in her face.
So much for looking nice today. As she was wiping the cold slushy off of her face, Santana heard the sickening crunch of bones breaking. "One squirrel head, I'm not your girl, two she didn't have to turn me gay, I already realized I was when I was 14, and three," Santana looked and saw Finn hit the floor holding his balls, "don't ever try to do that shit to her again. You guys are only jealous because she's super hot and more than likely gets more pussy than you."
Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and lead her to the bathroom to help her clean off. Quinn rushed in to make sure Santana was okay. "They got you too huh?" Santana looked up and saw purple stains on Quinn's shirt and pants.
"Yeah, but what's new?"
"Well now the football players are after your girlfriend here."
After seeing the scene, Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, Tina, Mike, Sam and Rachel rushed into the girl's restroom. "Santana, you might want to get Brittany outta here," Kurt said.
"Fuck that I'm going no where," Brittany said as she noticed all of the people standing before her had slushy stained clothes on. "Really? They do this shit to all of you? Why the fuck has no one done anything about it?"
"The faculty just looks over it really. We are the losers of the school Brittany. Everyone here could care less what happens to us." Rachel chimed in trying to get noticed by everyone else that wasn't Quinn, who had her arm protectively around the small singer.
"Well some shits gonna change around here-" Brittany was cut off by someone beating at the door.
"Hey new bitch I know you're in there with your fuck buddies. Don't worry baby, we got something waiting just for you when you come out of that fucking bathroom."