Chapter 9

Disclaimer: I don't own glee or this story


"Seriously?" Brittany laughed.

"It was the craziest thing I've ever witnessed." Santana nodded with a smile.

"I wish you were there...I'll have to take you to Paris."

"I've always wanted to go." Brittany nodded.

Santana kissed her sweetly on the lips. "I thought about you the entire time, ask Mercedes, I talked about you constantly." She blushed, shifting to prop herself up on her elbow, running her hand up and down Brittany's torso.

Brittany stared at her. "You went as your divorce was finalized trip, right?"

Santana nodded. "Mercedes thought a trip would be good, you and Quinn went to Hawaii?"

Placing her hand on Santana's arm, where she rubbed absentmindedly with her thumb, Brittany nodded. "Yes, but I don't want to talk about Quinn."

"Trust me, I don't either." Santana rolled her eyes. "I want to talk about how much I love you." She replied, resting her hand on Brittany's breast, cupping it, and kissing on her neck. "How much you mean to me." She rubbed her nose against the pale, freckled skin in front of her and pressed a soft kiss there. Brittany lifted her hand and ran her fingers through Santana's hair, pulling her down to a kiss.

Santana began to massage Brittany's chest, as the kiss deepened; she moaned softly, sucking Brittany's bottom lip between her two plump ones, resting her forehead on Brittany's and looking deep in her eyes.

"You're my everything, baby. I know I keep saying it, like every day, but I'm glad we are back together, so glad."

"You're my everything too." Brittany replied back. "You've always been my everything and always will be. I'm glad we're back together too."

Santana nodded and connected their lips again, smiling into the kiss when Brittany giggled as Santana tickled her slightly.

"We are going to be so tired in the morning." Brittany mumbled against Santana's lips, running her foot up and down her wife's calf.

Santana, tickled the back of Brittany's neck, where her hand was resting and deepened the kiss. "It'll be worth it." She hummed against her lips, gazing in Brittany's eyes. Santana pulled Brittany closer to her causing their breasts to smash together and deepened the kiss. "I love you so much, baby."

Brittany rubbed Santana's back and kissed her forehead. "I've never been happier." Santana blushed and caught Brittany's lips again, nibbling on her bottom lip, she shifted forward and tangled their legs together and slid forward until their cores touched and began to move against her wife.

Santana cupped her face and deepened the kiss, both keeping their eyes open. Brittany blinked first, breaking their gaze and placed her hand on Santana's butt. They both rocked slowly, continuing to kiss passionately, soft moans in-between sweet declarations of love. Their hands slowly run over each other's back, sliding from their hair down to her butts and back up, wanting to feel every inch of the other's skin.

Santana hid her face in Brittany's neck and began to kiss there, savoring Brittany and enjoying their time together. "You're so beautiful, Brittany." She whispered, rolling Brittany on her back and settling between her legs, she kissed Brittany's body down and lifted her legs over her shoulders before she slowly dipped her tongue in her wife's folds.

Brittany arched her back immediately and grabbed the headboard as Santana pleasured her, massaging her thighs, and moaning softly. Brittany began to squirm under her and bit her lip to keep from screaming when Santana wrapped her lips around her clit and flicked over it with her tongue. She then wiped her mouth and laid back on Brittany, rocking on her thigh, letting her own thigh rub on Brittany's core at the right angle for both of them.

"F-fas-faster." Brittany panted, holding her tightly, kissing a trail across Santana's forehead.

Santana nodded and began to move faster, grinding harder into Brittany, as her breathing sped up and became more ragged. She found Brittany's lips again and kissed her hungrily, her moans becoming louder and more intense, she began to slow down when Brittany quickly flipped them over.

"Stay with me, baby." Brittany whispered, spreading Santana's legs wide open and settling between them, she began to grind into her, Santana holding her tightly, trying to control her breathing as she got closer and closer to her climax. Brittany kept a slow but steady rhythm, enjoying watching Santana slowly come undone underneath her, the way her way would tense in pleasure, her top lip quivering, her eyes moving quickly under her eyelids, and the way the tips of her ears and the tip of her nose would turn a soft shade of red. She peppered kisses to her face, smiling when Santana's eyes would snap open and involuntarily close right away.

"Brit..." She moaned, grabbing her butt. "Baby...baby..."

Brittany began to speed up slightly, resting her head on Santana's and kissing her, Santana quickly took control of the kiss, pushing her tongue in her wife's mouth to kiss her hungrily. Brittany lifted her legs and wrapped them around her waist, holding her thighs tightly as she sped up her grinding.

She began to feel the tight burn in the bottom of her stomach, her legs started to shake, as her actions got choppier, she shook her head and blinked, causing a wave of tears to flow out of her eyes.

Santana opened her eyes and smiled when she felt Brittany's tears on her cheeks. Feeling her own climax moments away, she wiped Brittany's tears away with her thumb, and began to peck Brittany's lips softly as the blonde started to grind harder and faster into her, chasing her impending orgasm.

"Come, baby, you're close." Santana panted, she then screamed and hugged Brittany tightly as the blonde continued to rock, tears clouding her view before finally screaming into the pillow next to Santana's head. Santana placed soft, wet kisses on Brittany's shoulders, one hand rubbing her back, the other stroking her hair to bring her down as Brittany's tears coated her neck.

Once Brittany got herself together, she sniffled and rolled off of Santana, lying next to her. "Wow."

"Wow." Santana nodded. "And wow...it's almost four in the morning." She added, her eyes widening at the clock.

Brittany turned and followed her wife's gaze at the clock behind her. "Fuck."

Santana kissed her remaining tears away slowly, using her thumb to stroke Brittany's check. "It's so cute that you still cry during sex, every time we've ever made love, you've cried."

Brittany blushed as Santana leaned down and pulled the blanket over them, cuddling close to her afterwards. "I can't help it, when we make love it's so intense and special to me."

"I feel the same way." Santana nodded and kissed her. "We really need to get some sleep." She laughed, tucking her head under Brittany's chin and sighing as her eyes closed, Brittany already drifting to sleep as she wrapped her arms around Santana.


Brittany stretched as she started to wake up and reached out for Santana, who was no longer cuddled in her chest, but a little ways away from her in bed, still facing her, and sound asleep; one hand under her neck, the other between her knees, since she was curled in a ball. Brittany opened her eyes and stared at her wife, smiling at how cute she looked, she glanced over her shoulder at the time, widening her eyes.

"Shit!" She reached over and began to shake Santana awake. "Santana, get up, it's 6:30am!" She pulled the sheets off of her body, so a cool breeze covered her naked body, which caused Santana to jolt awake.

"Stop B." Santana sighed, quickly moving closer to Brittany and hugging her tightly to warm up.

"Dr. Lopez it's 6:30am, you start work at 7am, you need to get up baby." Brittany stated, rubbing her back. "Now."

"Fuck!" Santana jumped up and ran to the bathroom, Brittany smiled at the sight of her wife's small naked frame rolling out of bed and running full speed, slipping as she entered the bathroom. She heard the shower come on and got out of bed herself. She yawned and walked to the closet, stretching her back as she walked, and pulled out a pair of scrubs for Santana to put and laid them on the chaise for her, she went to the closet and pulled out Santana's black Uggs, setting them next to the chaise. She put her robe on and left the room, heading to the nursery.

"Morning, Sky Sky." Brittany sang as she turned on the light and smiled at Skylar, who stood up quickly with a big smile. She picked up her daughter and hugged her, kissing on her cheeks. "You feel a little warm." She frowned. "I'll get you dressed for mami."

"Momma." Skylar smiled and wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck.

"Yes, baby." Brittany stated softly, blushing when Skylar left wet kisses on her cheek and laid on her shoulder as she carried her to Taylor's room, where she knocked on the door. "Taylor, get up for school, sweetheart." She opened the door and saw Taylor was already awake and brushing her teeth, her TV on with an old 90s sitcom playing. "No TV before school, you know that." Brittany told her, turning the box off and kissing her on the cheek. "You'll drip on the carpet, stay in the bathroom please."

"Sorry, momma." Taylor blushed.

"It's okay, good morning love." Brittany smiled, leaning Skylar forward, since she was reaching for Taylor, and allowing the baby to kiss her old sister on the cheek.

"Hey Sky!" Taylor winked at her and went back to brushing her teeth.

Brittany went back to Skylar's room and got her dressed for daycare, singing nursery rhymes to her the entire time animatedly, laughing at how excited she was that Brittany was getting her dressed since Santana usually did. She grabbed her diaper bag and went downstairs where Santana was filling her thermos with coffee, yawning widely and blinking slowly.

"You look like hell." Brittany smiled and kissed her quickly.

"I'm so tired, B, but last night was worth it." She added, reaching behind Brittany and grabbing her butt as she kissed Skylar good morning. "Hola mija, ready for daycare?"

Skylar scrunched her nose at her mother as Santana playfully rolled her eyes and handed her a bottle. "More."

"Si. that's your bottle." Santana nodded to her. "We have to leave like now, B." She grabbed Skylar from her and began to put on her coat that she had waiting in the kitchen for her.

Brittany nodded and poured a cup of coffee for herself, she then put a waffle in the toaster for Taylor, and pulled out a packet of instant oatmeal, measuring the water for her to pop it in the microwave herself.

"Have a good day at work." She smiled and kissed her again. "I'll text you when I get to work."

"Okay, have a good day, love you." Santana nodded.

"Bye Sky Sky." Brittany smiled and kissed all over her daughter's face, causing her to blush and hide her face in Santana's neck, peeping out at Brittany.

"Bye bye." She finally waved.

"Bye sweetheart." Brittany replied as Taylor came running in the kitchen. "Bye mami."

"Bye Taylor, have a good day at school." Santana nodded, kissing her on the forehead. "Remember school is for learning, you need to stop talking and chatting so much in class, I don't want another note sent home from your teacher, understood?" Taylor, who had a long note in her progress report on her busy mouth in class, nodded and looked down. "Te amo." She added as Taylor hugged her and rubbed Skylar's foot.

"Te amo mami."

"I need to get dressed." Brittany sighed. "Taylor, put the oatmeal in the microwave for two minutes."


After dropping Skylar off at daycare, which was getting easier by the day since the tiny Latina found a new friend to play with, Santana went to her office and immediately laid down on her couch, closing her eyes to take a quick nap before her surgery later that morning. As soon as she closed her eyes her cell phone chimed, she sighed and reached over to grab her phone, smiling when she saw a text from Brittany. She opened it immediately and laughed at the picture of Brittany, taking a sip of coffee, with the caption. Super tired at work, but last night was well worth it.

Santana blushed and took a picture of herself, her bottom lip poked out, and sent it to Brittany with the caption. I wish I was still in bed with you. She closed her eyes again just as Brittany called her.

Hey baby

Hey Santana, how are you holding up?

We aren't twenty one years old. Santana laughed. I'm doing okay, I have a surgery at 10am, so I'm going to try to take a little nap before then.

I just called and checked on Sky, she's doing good at daycare now.

Yeah she is, I'm proud of her, she plays with Harper all the time they said, it's so cute that she has a little friend.

That is cute, you should find out who the parents are, and set up a playdate.

Santana nodded. I can do that. How's your morning going, any meetings?

Yeah, I need to get going to one now, I just wanted to call and check on you.

Thank you. I love you and have a good day at work.

You too, I'll call you this afternoon. Love you, and good luck on your surgery.

Santana hung up her phone and tossed it on the floor, closing her eyes and turning to face the back of the couch to fall asleep.


After cleaning up the kitchen from dinner and giving Skylar a bath Brittany carried the tiny Latina, who was fighting her sleep back downstairs to Santana, who was sprawled out on the couch fast asleep, medical magazines on the floor underneath her. She set Skylar down on Santana's legs and laughed when the baby began to crawl over her mother to reach her head, where she pulled her hair to get her attention.

"Skylar." Santana sighed and opened her eyes as tiny little fingers walked over her face. She grabbed her daughter off of her back and laid her down in front of her, cuddling her close. "You smell good." She laughed, smelling her head and kissing her.

"I just gave her a bath." Brittany smiled at her turquoise footed pajamas with white glitter stars all over, complete with an attached hood. "Do you want me to put her to bed?"

Santana raised an eyebrow at Brittany, who was fully dressed, coat and boots on. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Yes." Brittany nodded. "Where?" Santana frowned.

Brittany leaned down and kissed her wife softly on the lips. "I need to make a run, should I put Sky to bed so you can go back to sleep?"

"No, if you're leaving I need to be awake, where's Taylor?" She asked, sitting up on the couch and yawning.

"Taylor is in the shower now, and then she's going to do some reading." Brittany replied, she then left the living room and came back with a bottle for Skylar. "Here sweetheart." She handed Skylar a small bottle, smiling when the baby handed it to Santana, and opened her mouth. "She's pretty tired, so she probably won't eat much."

Santana laughed. "You can hold your own bottle." She told her and tapped her hand so she would drink herself, Skylar stared at her and held the bottle tightly, leaning back on Santana's chest as she drank. Santana kissed the top of her head and wrapped her hand around Skylar's little ones on her bottle and helped her hold it, causing Skylar to smirk. "Should I wait up for you? Will you be gone long?"

"I won't be gone long, and I would love it if you stayed up until I got back, but if you fall asleep it's okay, I know you're tired. Do you mind if I drive your truck?" Brittany asked.

"Go ahead. " Santana told her, leaning back into the couch, glancing at Skylar, who was falling asleep. Santana took the bottle from her when she noticed she was just holding it to her mouth and not actually drinking.

"Love you, I'll be back." Brittany smiled and kissed her again. "Good night, Skylar." She added kissing her on the cheek.

Santana stared at Brittany as she left the house, she then laid back down with Skylar on her chest and had a staring contest with the baby, who caved first and smiled at the mother before laughing which turned into a yawn as she rubbed her little tired eyes.

"Silly goose." Santana laughed and kissed her on the nose. "Let's go see what Taylor is doing, maybe she'll read us a story." She suggested standing up and carrying Skylar, who yawned again, sticking her hand in her mouth and rubbing her face on Santana's chest, upstairs.


Brittany pulled into the driveway and put the truck in park, she leaned her head back on the headrest and exhaled softly before getting out. She lifted the collar on her coat and made her way to the door. She stared at it before knocking firmly and taking a step back, glancing down at her boots as she kicked some snow around.

"Brittany?" Quinn questioned, after opening the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" Brittany asked.

"Of course." Quinn nodded and stepped to the side. "Can I take your coat?" She asked, reaching out for Brittany's coat, as she slipped her Uggs off.

"No, I'm not staying long." Brittany shook her head.

Quinn nodded. "Well, I was just going over some briefs by the fireplace, come on in and make yourself at home." She added, walking back to the living room and sitting back in her recliner. She wrapped the blanket back over her, she was wearing a pair of black sweats and an old Cheerio sweatshirt, her hair was in a messy bun, and she had reading glasses on. A cup of tea sat on the table, surrounded by law books and piles of manila folders and legal pads full of notes.

"Big case coming up?" Brittany asked.

Quinn pulled the pencil out of her ear and tossed it on the table before sliding her glasses off of her face and into her hair, rubbing her face afterwards. "Yeah, I'm looking up some old cases that are related to study and my head hurts from all the information, so a visit is a lovely distraction right now."

"It may not be too lovely." Brittany sighed, watching Quinn take a sip of her tea and frown as she set the mug back down.

"Tea?" She offered.

"No, thank you." Brittany unzipped her coat and set her gloves to the side of her, clearing her throat, she then stared at Quinn, her face hardening into a glare.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Excuse me?" Quinn frowned.

"What happened last weekend at the dinner party was completely rude, unnecessary, disrespectful, and humiliating to Santana and I!" She yelled. "It's not your place to tell anyone that we were divorced before. I will say it once and this is the last time, so hear me, and hear me good.

Santana did not cheat on me; stop telling people she did. She is my wife, MINE!"

Quinn stared at Brittany before taking a sip of her tea and setting the mug back down.

"You never asked me why I think Santana cheated on you."

"I don't care what your bullshit reason is." Brittany shook her head.

"I saw Santana coming out of a hotel one of the nights you called me crying about your marriage." Quinn replied. "She had on a short dress, full face of makeup at 3 in the morning."

"That doesn't mean she cheated on me, and I don't want to hear another word." Brittany snapped. "I trusted you as a friend and as a lawyer for confidentiality, when I discussed my marriage and how I was feeling with you, it wasn't for you to get drunk and spit it out at dinner parties. I'm sure Santana told Mercedes a number of things, and that's fine she's entitled to do so, but Mercedes would never, ever, throw them in my face. Santana is my wife, you will respect her, you will respect my marriage, that's it, no ifs, ands, or buts. Show my wife and me the proper fuckin respect we deserve!" Brittany took a deep breath.

"You're done, you may still have a relationship with Taylor, because you are her godmother, we won't punish her and take that away because she honestly loves you, and you're great with her, but our friendship is over. I won't let you try to single handedly destroy my marriage with your jealousy, snide remarks, and drunk outburst." She added as she stood up and walked to the bar in the corner, staring at the bottles. "These are you fuckin problem." She snapped, holding up two empty bottles, one of Red Berry Ciroc and one of Crown Royal Apple. We aren't friends right now, that's over, but I will get you help if you want it, because you need it." She snapped and tossed the bottle back down.

"Brittany..." Quinn sighed as Brittany stormed back to the door and put her boots back on and left the house, slamming her door behind her.

Brittany walked back to the truck and got in immediately, she let out a sigh of relief as she turned on the radio and headed back home.


Brittany walked in the house, setting the alarm and headed straight upstairs where it was clear that's where Santana was, since the lights were off in the living room. She checked on Skylar and Taylor, smiling and kissing them each on the forehead in their sleep. She went to her bedroom and smiled at the sight of Santana. She was sitting up against the headboard, but slumped to the side slightly, a book on her lap, her glasses on the tip of her nose, ready to fall off at any moment. Brittany walked over to her wife and slid her glass off her face, setting them on the table next to the bed, she then closed her book and placed it next to her glasses. She changed into her pajamas and turned out the lamp as she slid in bed and leaned up to kiss Santana awake, smiling the moment she felt her wife start to kiss her back.

"Hey baby." Santana rasped. "I tried to stay awake for you, sorry."

"I can tell." Brittany replied softly as she ran her fingers through Santana's tresses. "It's okay, I know how tired you are today. Let's lay down."

Brittany laid down and smiled when Santana laid on her chest immediately, wrapping her arm around her waist, her eyes closing almost immediately. "Sky still asleep?" Santana asked quietly.

"Yeah, they are both still peacefully sleeping." Brittany nodded as she pulled the covers over them and adjusted it under Santana's arm before rubbing her back.

"Good." She replied, sighing as she wiggled to get comfortable. "Where did you go?"

"Quinn's house."

Santana's eyes popped open as she sat up and stared at Brittany. "What?"

"Relax."

"Why didn't you tell me you were going over there?" Santana asked. "I would have gone with you."

Brittany kissed her on the cheek. "I wanted to do this alone, and I knew if I told you that you would want to come, and I needed to talk to her alone."

Santana stared at her and sighed, she moved to straddle Brittany so she could look in her eyes, she rested her hands on her shoulders. "What happened?"

"I told Quinn I'm tired of her disrespecting our marriage, disrespecting you and I told her our friendship was over." Brittany stated. "I told her she can stay in Taylor's life, but our friendship is definitely over."

"Did she say why she keeps saying I cheated?" Santana asked.

"She said she saw you coming out of a hotel late one night." Brittany rolled her eyes. "She said you were all dressed up."

"I'm a surgeon that sits on the board at the hospital, Quinn knows I go to charity events all the damn time, at hotels in ballrooms, is she fuckin serious?" Santana snapped.

"She's jealous of us, I saw it all in her eyes when we talked, well I did all the talking, she just listened and stared at me." Brittany sighed. "I don't want to talk about the alleged cheating anymore, okay?"

"Thank you." Santana leaned forward and kissed her softly. "I'm surprised more of the world isn't jealous of us." She smiled.

"Let's get some sleep." Brittany smiled, kissing her again.

Santana nodded and crawled off of her, lying next to her, Brittany quickly turned on her side, wrapping her arm around, pulling her closer to her embrace. "Good night Santana."

"Night, baby." Santana lifted Brittany's hand and kissed her knuckles before falling asleep.


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