Once again you guys are frickin awesome. So here is another one for the anon who asked. This one is for you. And also once again thank you and this is my last day off so I am going to try and update as much as possible because I got 6 days in a row to work including two swing shifts. So I might become a zombie. Anyways remember read, review and enjoy.
Chapter 30
"Berry, Who was at the door?" Santana was walking down the stairs, her wet hair wrapped up in a towel. She was about to reach the bottom step when a fuzzy rushed past her. "Oh hell no. I must be dreaming. Please tell me I'm fucking dreaming."
"San!" Came a shreik, startling the other women even more.
"Fuck, I'm not dreaming." She muttered, swinging her head towards a bouncing blonde. Brittany as always, was running towards her... and with something fuzzy in her arms. "B, I love you and have missed you, but you keep that demon cat away from me."
Brittany had had many cats. Like... tons. And that was before Lord Tubbington came along. Well, Santana freaking hated that cat, then her prayers were answered and he finally died of old age. Yeah, of course it had basically destoryed Brittany but she perked up instantly once she had found out he got his freak on with the neighbors cat. Falling in love with all of them, Britt had to make a hard choice. She could only take one, she naturally she picked the fattest kitten their was. She named it Madam Tubbington and that thing spit fire and ate glass. Santana tried to drown it once... She ended up in the hospital.
"Santana, be nice." Rachel had entered the room at this point, carrying a box with some towels inside. Santana was one confused motherfucker.
"I'm sorry, Britt, I have missed you." She now turned to her wife. 'What is with the box?"
"It,s for Madam Tubbington." Was all she said as she walked into the liviing room and placed it on the floor. Brittany followed after, dumping her cat inside. Santana quickly put two and two together.
"Oh no. Oh nono no. That demon is not having its spawn in our house." She was pointing a finger at the beast. The cat stared back almost like... bitch whatca gonna do about it.
Brittany was now bouncing from heel to toe, as if she had a secret to spill. Rachel was trying to hide her smirk but it wasn't working. Santana knew she was in trouble.
"But San. You signed a contract." She pulled out a folded piece of paper from her back pocket. Santana instantly turned white, which was a a very big thing to happen. She snatched the paper and scanned over it.
"Britt, this was ment to be a joke. You actually went and got this document legalized?" Her hands were shaking. Rachel lost it at that point.
"Well baby, looks like we're going to be foster parents." Santana just glared at her, heading right back towards the stairs.
"San.. Where are you going? You're going to miss it!" Brittany called after her.
"I'm going to drown myself before the beast spwan flys out and tries to eat my eyeballs."
"Demons don't eat eyeballs though. They steal souls."
All they heard was a door slamming shut.