Author's Note: So...this is a way longer chapter than the ones I usually post. Like double length more or less. I kinda wanted to split it in two but I couldn't decide where to cut it, so I finally decided to post it as it is. Enjoy the longer chapter, I guess, lol.
The week went away relatively uneventfully. Santana had talked to Jacob, on the phone that is, and he had agreed to the divorce, but he had demanded an explanation – obviously – and Santana promised she would give it to him soon. She knew it wouldn't be an easy conversation. How do you tell your husband of seven years that you have actually been a lesbian since as far as you can remember? Yeah, Jacob was an awesome man, caring and loving, and Santana did care about him, damn, she actually did love him, but she wasn't in love with him, she had never been, and something deep inside told her that he already knew that bit. Definitely not a conversation to look forwards to. Besides, her appointment with this Pierce woman was her number one priority at the moment.
Thankfully Sugar had kept the secret fairly well and she hadn't had time to see the rest of her friends so much either during the week so she hadn't found herself in any awkward situation.
Monday came faster and slower than expected, if that's even possible, but suddenly Santana found herself at the building she had been addressed to go. She was wearing her business attire, meaning a black pencil skirt that reached right above her knees, black heels and a red sleeveless blouse with a nice turtleneck. Over it she wore her favourite black blazer, her make-up was neatly done and her hair was loosely flowing over her shoulders. She looked hot and she knew it, not that there was any need to look hot when going to a doctor's appointment, but she was Santana Lopez, and Santana Lopez never stops being Santana Lopez.
With a deep breath she entered the building and took the elevator to the 5th floor. Once she stepped out of the elevator she couldn't help but smile slightly, the reception area was very well decorated. For some reason that calmed her down a bit, and finally she grew the balls enough to approach the quirky read head behind the reception counter.
"Good morning, Miss. My name is Emma Pillsbury, how can I help you?" she chirped with a bright smile. Santana thought she looked a bit weird, but she was friendly nonetheless so she shrugged it off.
"I have an appointment with Brittany Pierce" she replied a bit too dryly trying to hold herself together.
Emma looked down to her desk and then she checked something on her computer before looking back at Santana, this time with a more sympathetic smile. It made Santana cringe a little bit.
"You must be Santana Lopez" Santana simply nodded "Right. Dr Pierce is already waiting for you. Take the corridor to your right, you will find her in room number 8".
With another nod and a muttered thank you, Santana started walking following Emma's directions. Soon enough she found herself in front of the door to Room 8. For a second she thought about leaving, like seriously, she was so terrified that her first instinct was to turn around and flee, but her worry took the best of herself and before she could come to terms with her own mind, she was actually knocking on the door.
"Come in" she heard a soft voice through the door, and taking a deep breath again she opened the door and proceeded to enter the room when she froze mid step.
Her eyes opened wider than they ever had for a second before her brows furrowed in a tight frown. What the hell was going on? For a moment she thought she had been pranked. She really thought this was some weird game planned by the one and only Sugar Motta, and she swore she was going to kill the living lights out of her.
"Please, come on in, don't be shy" the woman said as she noticed Santana in her frozen state staring at her as if she had seen a ghost. At least that's how Santana felt. Is that supposed to be an adequate outfit for a doctor? Is that actually even legal to wear? were Santana's thoughts as she looked at the blonde woman in front of her. Obviously the first thing she noticed was that she was beyond gorgeous, with a body to die for. Next thing that caught her eyes was that the woman was wearing extremely short jean shorts with a yellow loose crop top. A damn crop top. She could be wearing a sports bra and the body-covering would have been the same. Over her barely legal outfit she was wearing a white doctor robe and she was looking at Santana with her blonde hair falling over her left shoulder, her brilliant blue eyes slightly amused and a perfectly white smile that Santana had to admit was extremely contagious.
Santana snorted through her nose, but stepped into the room and closed the door behind her nonetheless, still waiting for Sugar to come out from somewhere laughing like crazy.
"Good, take a seat Miss Lopez" Brittany said with a slight purr by her last name that didn't go unnoticed by Santana. Damn, that was hot.
Begrudgingly Santana sat in front of the doctor but didn't say anything else, she still hadn't fully recovered from her initial shock, and her eyes kept registering things from Brittany, like her legs that could go on for days or those absurdly defined abs. She had to shake her head slightly to force herself back to reality.
"Can we get over with this already?" Santana asked uneasily.
"Sure, I can understand your discomfort Miss Lopez, but I need to fill a few forms with your personal information and that kind of paper shit, I'm sorry" Brittany said with a shrug and Santana couldn't help feeling absolutely dumbfounded by the blonde's forwardness "So we might as well get started".
A few minutes later, Santana was almost back to her usual self, completely recovered from the shock and everything was filled and signed. Then Brittany stood up and Santana had to try with all she had not to check the blonde out too obviously.
"So, I understand this is an awkward situation, probably the most awkward thing to happen in a woman's life. You came here for two reasons, and both of them are uncomfortable, but I suggest to start with the worse of them. I'll take your vaginal cytology first, then you can get dressed again and don't feel so exposed as we check out that perfect boob of yours".
Santana was nodding along, actually finding logic on what the woman was saying, till the last words left the blonde's lips. Wait, what? Unfortunately she didn't have time to dwell too much in that when Brittany was gesturing to her again.
"So, please, get behind the curtain, take off your skirt and underwear and get as comfortable as you can on the examination table. I'm guessing this is not your first time so you know how it goes, put your feet in the stirrups and let your legs hang open. I'll get in in a few moments" Brittany said, and Santana didn't have any other choice than do as she was told to.
Swallowing harshly she stepped behind the curtain and started undressing herself, glaring slightly at the examination table. Why the hell did it have to be so damn uncomfortable? With a sigh she climbed onto it and positioned herself as Brittany had told her to do, and man did she feel exposed.
Not long after, Brittany stepped in too, making sure to keep her eyes on Santana's even if she could see literally everything on her peripheral vision and it was being harder than she thought not to look down. She had to be professional, dammit, she saw a lot of naked women every day, the fact that this one was deadpan gorgeous shouldn't make any difference.
Brittany took a seat in front of Santana's exposed centre and she had to take a moment to compose herself. The sight in front of her was delicious. Yes, she did see a lot of pussies during every single day, but Santana's was especially attractive. She was shaven bare – no, not shaven, waxed. Yes, she was so used to the different types of skins down there that she was perfectly able to tell the difference between shaven and waxed -; anyhow, Santana was waxed bare except for a neatly trimmed black triangle of hair right above the apex of her labia. Her lips where very slightly glistening with her fluids, and Brittany had to assume it was because of the stress of being there, it was a normal reaction after all, a woman not only produces vaginal fluids when she is horny, but the vision was suddenly turning Brittany on and all she wanted to do was to dive in and lick her clean. Her sweet but thick and tangy smell wasn't helping either.
With all the professionalism she could muster, she reached for a pair of latex gloves, put them on and proceeded to open Santana's outer lips, examining closely the aspect of her inner lips, her clit and her urethra. Everything seemed to be fine on the outside, but she couldn't help but notice some nail scratch marks around her clit. Her eyes quickly darted towards Santana's hand and she almost smirked as she saw the Latina had fairly long nails. So the scratch marks only had two possible explanations: either Santana was a rough showerer, or she masturbated, like a lot. Obviously she wasn't going to ask that out loud.
"Everything seems fine here" she muttered dragging her eyes from Santana's most intimate part up to her eyes. "Let's check the inside and take a sample" she added with a smile before getting back again.
Santana had been looking around to distract herself from the thorough examination, but she decided to look back at Brittany right when the blonde doctor was applying a fair amount of lube to the speculum she was going to use. The Latina blushed profusely, why she found the action so absurdly hot was beyond her, but she did. She almost drooled at how Brittany was delicately yet firmly stroking the instrument to get it well coated with the lube, and she felt her body reacting to the vision: she instantly grew wetter. Oh well, shit just got awkward. She was blushing so hard her cheeks were almost the same colour as her blouse.
Once Brittany was done, she sat down again and this time she did smirk as she noticed Santana was clearly wetter than she had been a few seconds ago, but she was professional enough not to say anything. She simply cleared her throat and looked back up at a visibly flustered Santana.
"This might be a little uncomfortable, try to relax, it will be over in a second" she said gently before pushing the speculum inside Santana gently. Santana hissed slightly at the intrusion but it wasn't as bad as she thought.
Brittany again took a look at her now exposed walls and cervix. Everything seemed to be fine in that department, but the cytology would have the final call.
"Did you know dolphins are just gay sharks?" Brittany asked looking back up at Santana, as she shoved a sample stick into her core and scratched a bit on the Latina's cervix.
"Wha – " Santana tried to say, but the scratching was uncomfortable and her words died in her throat.
"Talk to me, it will help you get distracted" Brittany said "Tell me, what do you do for life? No, let me guess…" she took a few seconds to think as Santana tried to even her breathing "For your outfit I'd say you are a lawyer"
Santana couldn't help but snort. "Not even close. I actually own an animal shelter" she replied smiling a little bit.
"Wow, I could have never guessed that. That's so awesome. I love animals, especially ducks" Brittany replied smiling a smile that Santana could only describe as a mega-watt smile, and she couldn't help but notice how the blonde's fangs looked slightly sharper than usual. Suddenly her brain travelled to a place where she was running her tongue over said fangs, and were said fangs were doing wonders over her skin. If Brittany noticed her body reactions, thankfully she didn't say a word. Great, now you are attracted to fangs? Awesome, just awesome, she chastised herself.
Before she could notice, Brittany was done and had retrieved the speculum out of her, and was cleaning the remaining lube from between her legs with some tissues.
"Okay, now I'm going to step outside again to get these samples ready. Meanwhile, get dressed again, this time get off your blouse and bra. To your right you have a towel so you can cover yourself if you feel awkward" but it would be such a shame to cover those amazing twins… Brittany thought as she got up again and moved out of the improvised cubicle.
Santana once again did as she was told, and she did grab the offered towel to cover her breasts. She wasn't ashamed of her body at all, she knew her assets pretty well, but she had felt exposed enough for one day, and this was the important part; she felt like she needed some kind of shelter.
"So, the bump is on your left breast, right?" Brittany asked once she got back inside and Santana nodded looking at her worriedly. "Okay, let's see what's going on in there" she muttered.
For the next few moments they were both silent. Brittany was palming her breast firmly with a slight frown, grazing her fingers over the bump in every possible direction as well as the rest of her breast. As the back of the blonde's hand brushed slightly over her nipple, Santana couldn't help letting out a strangled moan. Dammit what is this woman doing to me? She hasn't even touched me…
Brittany once again didn't address the little slip, but she was saving all the information, reactions and body language that Santana was giving her in the back of her mind like a treasure that might come in handy someday. Slowly she moved to do the same procedure on her right breast; then she checked her axillas.
Quickly she asked Santana to get back dressed and step out of the cubicle so they could talk properly.
"Well, Santana… May I call you Santana?" Brittany asked and Santana shrugged before nodding her head "Okay, Santana. I'm not sure about the bump. There's something about it irking me and I can't exactly pinpoint what. I want to run more tests on it. I want to run an ultrasound test on it, a biopsy and maybe I'd even suggest a surgery to take it off" she said with a deep sigh. What she hated the most from her job was delivering bad news; not that this were exactly bad news, but she still felt uneasy. "I need you to make another appointment at the reception with Emma for the ultrasound and biopsy. We'll talk about the surgery when I get something clearer" That was actually a half lie. She could have run the ultrasound and biopsy right then since she was free for another hour, but it was the perfect excuse to see Santana again, and for some reason she was not going to waste such an opportunity. Not every day a stunning woman walked into her office so willingly.
"Okay" Santana deflated. She was really hoping to have had an answer about her disease by then, but she also understood that no matter how good of a doctor Miss Pierce was, she couldn't do magic.
Slowly Santana stood up ready to leave when she felt a soft hand grasping her wrist. As she looked down, she found herself getting lost in those bright and big blue eyes of her doctor.
"Santana, I'm sorry, I really am." Brittany said before letting go of her wrist and without a single word more Santana walked out the office, not entirely ready to face the real world yet.