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16 September 2011 @ 05:22 pm
Fic: Back II  
Title:  Back II
Author: agentb81
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2800
Disclaimer: Glee is copyrighted and belongs to the creators and Fox. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Use of other personalities is not a reflection of their real lives and is completely fictional.
Summary:  It’s back to school y’all after an interesting summer break. Oh how will our lovelies cope?
Spoilers: Up to Season 3
A/N: To my beta,  [info]lizzylizbian  who is wholly awesome, must be incredibly patient and is helpful beyond words. Meh, she’s ok ;)
Part 1

Brittany sat at the kitchen table humming between every spoonful of Cheerios she shovelled into her mouth. It was a happy tune, one Santana could not quite make out as she sat opposite the blonde, favouring pancakes Eva had made. “It’s not that I don’t trust Brittany,” Eva had begun, “actually, it’s exactly that I don’t trust her.” She shrugged before apologising, “sorry Britt.” The young blonde had smiled and nodded in mutual agreement; she wasn’t going to attempt to make pancakes again any time soon. Santana was not much of a morning person. She opted to remain silent. Vocal communication so early was rarely an option. She was a girl of action and Brittany clearly didn’t mind as she felt the Latina’s sock clad foot rub soothingly up and down her calf. Santana was not big on words when it came to conveying her feelings, and while in the past year it had frustrated Brittany, now they were understanding of one another. The brunette’s actions had never spoken louder. Santana loved Brittany with all her heart and the blonde saw it in all the little things Santana did for her and to her. It was enough.

“Good morning ladies.”

“Morning Mr L.” Brittany looked up and grinned before returning her attention to the bowl of cereal in front of her. Roberto Lopez laid his suit jacket upon one of the free chairs. He winked at Brittany who blushed, earning an eye roll from her girlfriend across the table.
“Morning princess.” Roberto said to Santana as he leaned in to kiss her upon the cheek.

“Whatever Dad.” She replied, her focus back on the pancakes. Roberto straightened and fixed the tie around his neck and walked over to his wife, placing a delicate kiss on her lips. He grinned. His dimples were prevalent, a feature passed down to his daughter.

“Your parents are so cute together.” Brittany observed, smiling behind a glass of orange juice. Santana rolled her eyes once again.

“Oh please, that’s just gross.” The brunette sniped, chewing on a piece of pancake.

“I hope we’re that happy when we’re old.”

“Hey, less of the old.” Eva called out, spatula in hand as she flipped the pancakes. She pointed at the girls with her free hand, waving it between the two. Roberto ran a hand through his thick black hair, proud to not be showing a single speckle of grey. He picked up a plate of pancakes and proceeded to join the girls at the table.

“So, how was school yesterday?” he asked, interested in the girls’ day.

“Santana walked me to classes and we snuck into the janitor’s closet to make out.” Brittany replied casually, earning a glare from her girlfriend. “Then we had Glee Club and Cheerio’s practice. And then we came back here and . . .”

“I know the rest, thank you Brittany.” Roberto smiled. Brittany had become like a part of the furniture in the Lopez household over the years. Like his wife, he adored the girl. She was Santana’s best friend. He had become suspicious of their relationship, noticed how they were growing closer and recognised the glint in his daughter’s eyes whenever the blonde was around. Santana was a lot like himself. Physically, she had his eyes and his dimples, whilst she shared her mouth, nose and cheekbones with her mother. Emotionally, she held back. She kept her feelings close and was guarded like Roberto. Her mother was more open and had an amazing ability to talk about whatever, whenever. It drove the other two Lopez’s insane, but figured she talked enough for all of them. Eva Lopez, however, was a spitfire, she had a sharp wit and even sharper tongue, a deadly combination that she had passed on to her daughter. Santana was a perfect mix of both of her parents. The loving, tender, caring Santana that only Brittany and her parents had been witness to, was testament to both Eva and Roberto. They were proud with the woman Santana was becoming, despite a bumpy journey. But they also taught her valuably that people learn from their mistakes and no matter what, they would be there for her. Yesterday’s final revelation of her relationship with Brittany was a moment of pride and jubilation. They felt immense relief and happiness, knowing the young Latina had found love and was indeed happy once again. Seeing her so miserable for so long, and misbehaving in the ways she did, pained them to watch.

Brittany had been Santana’s saviour. The one person who could nurture the girl to become herself, to allow herself to love and be loved. They were a perfect combination working in tandem to make each other happy and care for one another.

“Cheerios Brittany? You don’t want Eva’s amazing pancakes?” Roberto asked, cutting a piece of his breakfast with his fork. The blonde shrugged as she let the spoon fall into the empty bowl with a clatter. She sat back and stretched in her seat and smirked when she saw her girlfriend peering at her beneath her luscious lashes.

“They help me cheer better.” She stated. Roberto frowned and turned to his daughter who nodded and smiled in agreement. She loved Brittany. So much. It was the little things like these that made her heart swell and beat faster for the other girl. Brittany’s view of the world may be different to most people’s but to Santana it was perfect.

“Britts, we have to go to school. We don’t want to be late.” Santana said, she rose from her seat and cleared her own plate and the blonde’s empty bowl, placing them beside the kitchen sink. Eva stood watching her daughter, her mouth agape in disbelief.

“Are you feeling ok honey?” she asked with a mocking tone.

“Perfect,” Santana smiled as she turned to greet her mother. “thanks Mom.” She leant over and gave her mother a peck on the cheek. Eva frowned, then raised an eyebrow as she caught her husband smirking at the pair.

“Gotta go.” Santana called, grabbing Brittany’s hand and dragging them out of the kitchen. “Later Mom, Dad.”

“Was that our daughter?” Eva asked, hand on hip, head cocked to the side.

“I think it was. She’s happy.” Roberto observed with a smile. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Well it’s making me slightly nervous.” The brunette replied suspiciously.

“You should trust her.” The doctor stated, “Brittany brings out the best in her. Our baby’s happy. She deserves it.” Eva smiled at her husband adoringly and walked over, hugging his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

“You’re always the good guy.”

“Someone has to be the Brittany to your Santana.” He smirked before he devoured the rest of his pancakes.


With their pinkie’s linked, pony tails swishing, and skirts rippling from the motion, Brittany and Santana strolled into the choir room. They were the last to arrive, having been ‘held up’ in the locker room following gym class. Impromptu make out sessions were Santana’s favourite, especially when there was an edge of danger to it. However much her hands wondered, the blonde would always smack them away, determined to stick to the rules she had set out. The previous evening, having being discovered by Santana’s mother, the two cheerleaders hastily retreated to Santana’s room. Although technically the brunette had not come out to her mother, she was out. They had talked briefly about it and Eva was elated that Santana had finally become true to herself and found love with her best friend. It reminded the elder Lopez of her own high school romance with the school cad, the star of the football team, Roberto Lopez. She had swooned over those dimples, the sparkling brown eyes and caring nature and had fallen hard. Like Santana, Eva had been head cheerleader, snippy, manipulative and bitchy, anything to stay on top. It was Roberto that taught her there was more to life than popularity and love was so much more rewarding than constantly shooting people down.

The two girls had made out. A lot. Santana was finding it increasingly difficult to prevent her hands wandering lower than Brittany’s waist, desperate to touch her after so long. The blonde was resolute however, determined and set in her ways. She wanted their first time together as a couple to be special. She wanted Santana to be able to give herself fully to the blonde. No holding back, nothing to hide, just Brittany and Santana laid bare.

There had been cuddling too. Gentle caresses, intense gazes and soft whispers of ‘I love you’. Santana had shed a tear, so content for the first time since she could remember. She lay in the arms of the girl she loved, her best friend, her confidant. Her parents knew of her relationship with her best friend and they couldn’t be more supportive. It was not the reaction she had imagined. Santana knew her parents loved her but was expecting at least a stern lecture. She was somewhat disappointed that she didn’t, as the brunette was partial to a spot of confrontation. However, it proved a point that people don’t always react how you would expect them to and that reality is unpredictable. There were three tests left; Brittany’s parents, Glee Club and the rest of the school.

They sat at the back of the class. Brittany was having some sort of conversation. Santana looked at the blonde, having been broken from her daze. She couldn’t quite make out what the blonde was saying, content in having a chat with herself as Santana had clearly been lost in her own thoughts. Honing in on specific words, the dialogue was becoming clearer. Brittany was in fact talking about Santana’s parents. Santana’s eyes rolled to the side, looking at her girlfriend from the corner of her eye, before deciding to turn her head and focus fully upon the other girl, frown firmly planted.

“You are not attracted to my parents. That’s just gross.” Santana said, as her eyes scanned the room quickly. Mr Schuester was yet to appear and the Glee Club members were chatting idly amongst themselves.

“I’m not saying that I’m attracted to them.” Brittany started earnestly, “They’re just hot.” She concluded with an innocent shrug.

“Ohmygod, are you talking about Santana’s parents?” Quinn interrupted with a huge tooth baring grin. Santana looked at her incredulously with large brown eyes.

“Arh, Eva Lopez, now there’s a mother I’d like to . . .”

“Puckerman!” Santana yelled with disgust, rising to her feet and poking a finger in his direction, “If you finish that sentence I will ends you.”

“Come on San,” began Quinn, “You have to admit as far as parents go, yours are young and attractive.”

“Even your Dad?” Kurt asked, his interest piqued.

“Especially her Dad.” Quinn said with a satisfied smirk. Santana whipped her head back round to look at Brittany.

“Look what you started.” She accused. The blonde pouted, innocence plagued her features. Santana rolled her eyes, she hated seeing her girlfriend sad. “I’m sorry.” She hastily added, regretting her tone.

“He’s the hottest Doctor.” Quinn added dreamily. Santana shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She knew she was hot and had no problem flaunting that, but her friends were talking about her parents, which was so not cool.

“Hotter than Doctor Karl?” Kurt asked, trying to gauge the scale of hotness they were working with.

“Pur-leeeaase,” the Latina called out, “the Lopez’s are like the hottest property in town.” She added. “Where do you think I got this from?” she stated, running her hands down her body. Brittany nodded in agreement, her eyes glazed, gazing at Santana.

“They’re like the Hispanic Brangelina.” The blonde said, “Rob-eva. Robeva” She added with a satisfied nod.

“Who robbed a beaver?” Finn asked, piping up having only heard the last part of the conversation.

“Ohmygod, you’re a beaver snatcher?” Brittany gasped. Never had so many pairs of eyes shot disbelievingly in different directions, looking at one another searching for answers. A chorus of silent ‘what the hell?’ filled the room followed by a number of uncertain shrugs.

“I’ve never touched a beaver.” Finn replied.

“Oh Finnocence, of course you haven’t.” Santana snarled “You wouldn’t know a beaver if it slapped you in the face.” She smirked. Brittany laughed at Santana’s statement.

“Hey San, remember that one time when you sa . . .”

“Brittany!” Santana exclaimed, holding a hand up, halting her girlfriend from indulging further.

“I can’t wait till we can do that again.” Brittany spoke quietly. “You’re so hot.” She muttered.

“Excuse me!” came the dulcet tones of Rachel Berry, “Why are you discussing woodland animals? Because we really don’t have time for this. We need to rehearse.”

“Whatever dwarf.” Santana sighed. She was about to speak further, a number of insults on the tip of her tongue; however, Mr Schuester rushed into the room, Emma Pilsbury in tow.

“Sorry I’m late guys.” He called to the group, “So, what have I missed?”

“Santana’s parents are hot and Finn’s never touched a beaver.” Brittany started. “My beaver hasn’t been touched in months. She’s like hiding because of the rules.” She shrugged sadly. Santana’s eyes widened in pure horror.

“Err, ok.” Will stated, a slight blush formed on his cheeks.

“You have a pet beaver Brittany?” Emma asked naively, with excited wide eyes. “It’s not in your locker is it?” Brittany frowned, confused by the redhead before her.

“Why would I keep it in the locker?” Brittany asked confused. Knowing there was no stopping her girlfriend, Santana’s face drowned of all colour. Brittany was so unpredictable with her words. “I don’t have a pet beaver, unless you’re talking about Santana . . .”

“Brittany?” Will yelled softly, trying to nip whatever this was in the bud.

“What did I do?” she asked. Santana closed her eyes, wishing the ground would swallow her up.

“We’re going to start the lesson.”

“Mr Schuester?”

“Yes Santana?” Will sighed as Santana rose to her feet.

“Can I just say that, judging by the looks on all of your faces, you kind of know what I’m going to say.” She looked at the rest of the group looking back at her expectantly. “What me and Britt have, it’s not dirty or crude. It’s not out of boredom or for attention. Brittany’s my best friend and I’m in love with her and I hope you accept that. I hope that you can see what I see.” She said, taking a deep breath, Santana continued, “I see a beautiful person, someone who is so honest and caring and she loves me. She loves me. Brittany makes me a better person. Without her I’m nothing, but with her I’m everything, everything I never thought I could be.” The Latina sat back in her seat and the awestruck girl beside her flung her arms around the brunette’s neck. All eyes were on the couple. A hum of chatter began to fill the silence, none of it disparaging. If the girls weren’t so concentrated on each other, they would have heard a round of praise and ‘I told you so’s’.

“I love you San.” The blonde whispered in her girlfriend’s ear. “You know what this means?” she asked quietly, “I’m going to finger fuck you so hard.” Brown eyes bulged as Santana gulped. Her breathing instantly shallowed, as very vivid images of Brittany hovering over her flooded her mind, the blonde’s blue eyes alight with flames. Her stomach stirred, and she crossed her legs as she began to throb. She shut her eyes tightly willing the thoughts to dissipate; however, her girl’s heavy breathing in her ear and over her neck did little to put out the fire. Brittany talking dirty was one thing, but the husky whisper and pictures of her girlfriend pumping her fingers in and out of her whilst massaging her clit was about to send the brunette over the edge. She grunted, damn Brittany’s rules. Santana stood abruptly, grabbing a hold of the blonde’s hand, picking up both their bags, she made a beeline for the exit.

“Santana, Brittany, where are you going? We have rehearsals.” Will called after them.

“Just sticking to the rules.” Santana yelled over her shoulder, earning a giggle from her girl, “We’ll be right back.”

“I seriously doubt that.” Puck said to the rest of the class with a trademark smirk.

Jeniferhankycode on September 16th, 2011 05:33 pm (UTC)
That was amazing! The Beaver talk, was hilarious! It's funny how talking about "beavers" led San to come out to the club,I just wish that would happen on Glee:)
agentb81: Brittanaagentb81 on October 1st, 2011 07:15 pm (UTC)
Why thank you. I'm rather pleased with that scene, one of my faves to write, it was so fun :)
relax_o_visionrelax_o_vision on September 16th, 2011 05:55 pm (UTC)
That made me snort a couple of times. Beaver snatcher! Oh my god. There were too many good insiders to quote them all, but I loved every bit of interaction between the kids.
I want this to happen!
I'd also be fine, though if Santana didn't make such an epic love declaration. "The only straight I am is straight up bitch" would do for me. *sigh*
agentb81: Brittanaagentb81 on October 1st, 2011 07:22 pm (UTC)
Lol thank you, I take snorting as a compliment ;) Really pleased you enjoyed it. Santana coming out any which way is music to my ears, I felt the speech was a nice contrast against the comedy of the beaver banter!
startled_alwaysstartled_always on September 16th, 2011 06:37 pm (UTC)
So adorable! I wish we had some Eva and Roberto Lopez clones to hand out as spare parents to gay kids everywhere. Love the breakfast scene.

“I don’t have a pet beaver, unless you’re talking about Santana . . .” Hahaha! My god! That made me laugh out loud.

Altogether wonderful! =)
agentb81: Brittanaagentb81 on October 1st, 2011 07:27 pm (UTC)
Yeah that would be cool, they're like super parents.

Really pleased you enjoyed it :D thanks for reading and the awesome comment.
ducksticksducksticks on September 17th, 2011 04:42 am (UTC)
OMG Robeva seems so hot. You have to make a spin off about them =P

“It’s not in your locker is it?” - That line killed me xD

Innocent Britt talking dirty is such a huge turn on for anyone, my friend =3

ps. sorry I haven't finished to read esom yet, but I promise a review for tomorrow, okey? ;)
agentb81: Brittanaagentb81 on October 1st, 2011 07:33 pm (UTC)
They are hot, totally haha, I'm thinking Eva Longoria and Mario Lopez lmao!

Glad you liked dirty talking Britt Britt :)

Don't worry about ESOM, it's still there, I haven't had a chance to post a new chapter yet :(
hazelp on September 17th, 2011 05:47 am (UTC)
More please
You are so funny! I really need this much laughter in my life right now.
agentb81: Brittanaagentb81 on October 1st, 2011 07:34 pm (UTC)
Re: More please
Aw thank you, I hope I can provide you with some more when in the next chapter :)
rigelinorion on September 17th, 2011 05:26 pm (UTC)
I liked this so much! It was like a happy little ray of sunshine, warming the back of my hand.

The banter was all just so cute and witty! hehehe, it had me chuckling, even at the reread when I was reviewing.

- “Your parents are so cute together.” Brittany observed, smiling behind a glass of orange juice. Santana rolled her eyes once again.

“Oh please, that’s just gross.” The brunette sniped, chewing on a piece of pancake.

“I hope we’re that happy when we’re old.” -

I just found it adorbs Santana putting on that tough front when inside, we know she totally fantasises growing old with Britts. hee hee hee, we can see through you, San!

Britt has no filter and I love it! Haha reporting the makeout in the janitor closet to San's dad, he's not embarrassed coz it's obviously happened so many times before. Even the parents are like these two are fated, let it be.

- Brittany’s view of the world may be different to most people’s but to Santana it was perfect. -
This just highlights how San is the one person who gets Brittany's quirkiness and appreciates every bit of it. Soulmates!

And omg, that whole beaver conversation with Finnocence, hilarious! I like how Britt unknowingly (?) puts San in her place. One moment, San is giving Finn a good burn, the next second she is hurriedly trying to save herself from embarrassment. Hee, I feel Britt keeps San grounded ya know? I can't decide if it's coz Britt is sneaky like that ;)

- “I can’t wait till we can do that again.” Brittany spoke quietly. “You’re so hot.” She muttered. -
That is hot!

And then, that speech from San. So true and transparent. All her shields and pretenses dropped. She could teach us a thing or two..

And Britt rewarding San..hee hee hee, ok, thank you so much for the happy good feelings. You have no idea...

agentb81: Brittanaagentb81 on October 1st, 2011 08:00 pm (UTC)
Hey, I'm just getting around to replying to comments!

Thank you so much for taking the time and effort to read and comment in such detail, it's wholly appreciated :D You're awesome!

San's parents love Brittany, but then who doesn't! I think they're pretty happy that Santana has finally found who she is and hey, they're young and laid back :) And yes, Brittany and Santana are soul mates, just like San's parents.

The beaver convo was actually the first part of this chapter I wrote, I wrote everything else around it and had so much fun while I was writing it! So relieved I pulled it off!

San's speech was a good contrast to the fun of the beaver thing, she's always so guarded and has such a reputation and following the smutty talk she wanted everyone to know how real her feelings were. And then Britt rewards her :)

rigelinorion on October 2nd, 2011 02:22 am (UTC)
Thanks agb! I like getting your writer's insight on the characters and thoughts. And also technically or inspirationally how you went about writing it. Really enjoyed this fic. Is it a one off or will there be any followup? Actually there's a little story I want to tell you but I'll pm you when I can. Prob back hm.
agentb81: Brittanaagentb81 on October 2nd, 2011 10:13 pm (UTC)
Cool. I look forward to reading that :)

There will be one more chapter to this series. It was originally meant to be a one off but was persuaded to continue!
rainaweatherrainaweather on September 21st, 2011 08:19 am (UTC)
That was great! That whole beaver scene was hilarious too.
agentb81: Brittanaagentb81 on October 1st, 2011 07:42 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading and commenting, pleased you enjoyed it. The beaver scene was very fun to write!
Claudia Orchardcabisorchard on September 24th, 2011 10:45 pm (UTC)
I can even with you! Always surprising me with your amazing fics! Loved it! We need a Beaver scene on the show right? haha. I loved Santana's parents, they were hilarious! We need them on the show too, actually we need everything you wrote so take a flight to LA and show them how to write a really good script, ok? :) Muah!
agentb81: Brittanaagentb81 on October 1st, 2011 07:51 pm (UTC)
Aw your words, your kind words always put a smile on my face :) Thank you so much, I'm really pleased you enjoyed it and found it funny!

Yeah, I'll hop on a plane to LA, no problem :D