Title: The World is a Stage 14/? / Part 11
Pairing: Brittany/Santana, Brittany/OC
Rating: 15 - R
Word Count: 3200
Disclaimer: Glee is copyrighted and belongs to Ryan Murphy 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: Sort of AU/Future fic, the lives of Santana and Brittany in their early twenties.
Spoilers: References to Season 1.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10
/ Part 11/ Part 12 / Part 13
She smiled at herself in the mirror as she removed the make up from her face. She was happy and she truly was, though at the moment it was an interim happy because she knew the best was yet to come. She had been happy in recent years, but nothing compared to the elation she felt right now. For weeks Brittany had been torn, she had agonised over her feelings, her conscience was working overtime and she had come to a point when she thought she just couldn’t handle it any more. Running away had seemed like such an attractive option, only it wasn’t an option, because she had gotten herself into this situation. It was Brittany who had sought a way and walk back into Santana’s life. So she had to deal with the consequences of those actions. She hadn’t intended to fall in love with Santana all over again, but she did, the mere sight of the brunette melted her heart. Now she contemplated a way to tell her husband it was over. The blonde anticipated it may take some time, she did not want to risk Santana in all of this, any hint of dissatisfaction on Bryan’s part could have him seek legal advice for his recent injuries, worse still, if it got out in the press Santana’s career could be severely tainted, particularly with the Emmy’s approaching. Brittany sighed, oh she did manage to get herself into a mess sometimes. As she prepared herself for bed, she thought about the other woman across town she would rather be sharing her bed with tonight.
Brittany washed her hands after applying her moisturiser and turned to dry her hands on the towel behind her. It was then she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her body, she shuddered at the contact. Having made her life altering decision, Brittany’s heart belonged to Santana and the Latina was the only person on her mind. When she felt the wet lips on her neck she cringed, the blonde sighed loudly with frustration of the situation, it could easily have been mistaken as a sign of pleasure though and it spurned her husband on. Brittany turned in his arms and kissed him quickly on the lips and smiled before breaking free of his grasp.
“Hey, where you going?” Bryan said grabbing onto Brittany’s hand.
“Bed.” Brittany replied as she broke contact and walked into the bedroom.
“That’s a great idea.” He said, chasing after her. “Wanna make some babies?” he asked wiggling his eyebrows. Brittany spun around with a look of disdain on her face. He frowned, not expecting the reaction he received, “Come on Brit, we haven’t slept together in months, I need to get my rocks off if you know what I mean.” He said in a smarmy sickly manner. This repulsed Brittany, yet she managed to keep her cool.
“Bryan, I’m not having sex with you.” She sighed.
“Right, ok,” he said, hands up in defeat, “you’re still mad at me, I get that, you need time, blah, blah, blah.” Bryan mocked. Brittany frowned, it was so plain to see now what a jerk she had married. She questioned her taste in men. That made her giggle in her mind, of course, it was Santana she really loved and Santana was a girl, therefore her taste in men may well be off kilter. Upon seeing the baffled look upon the blonde’s face, Bryan continued. “Brittany please.” Bryan sighed. “I do love you, I am sorry for what happened with Rachel, I was drunk, I didn’t know what I was doing and it’s done, it’s gone and it’s in the past. Let’s move passed this Brit, please.” He as good as begged. Brittany sighed, she looked to the ceiling, his argument was a pretty decent one, but he had still been a jerk. “Come on Brit, I’ve given you space, give me a little something.” The blonde reacted quickly and threw a pillow at her husband’s head.
“You can have the spare room.” She said deadpan.
This was not the first time the brunette had been awoken at some ridiculous time in recent weeks. The first thing Santana did was check the time, 7am, on a day off this was simply unacceptable. She knew it wouldn’t be Quinn ringing the front door bell because Quinn had a key. Again she went through the possibilities of who it could be. She had an inkling, but thought perhaps it was just wishful thinking that Brittany was here to see her so early. Or maybe it was and she had broken up with Bryan. She jumped out of bed, not bothering to cover up the tank top and boy shorts she was wearing. Santana ran down the stairs and skidded to a halt as she passed the mirror. She took a moment to glance at her appearance, her eyes went wide, the bell rang again. With a huff, she ignored the mirror and headed straight for the door and swung it open.
“You’re really rocking the just got out of bed look Santana.” Brittany laughed at the wild mane the brunette was sporting.
“It’s 7, in the morning, I have just got out of bed.” Santana stated, each morning she had awoken with the blonde, she had loathed the chirpiness and excitement that emanated from her, she herself was not a morning person, but then, as she always had done, Brittany smiled sweetly, it was a smile that made Santana melt and forgive even the darkest of sins. “What are you doing here so early?”
“I’m on my way to work and as you have the day off I thought I would stop by and say hi. I couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing you today.” Brittany said sweetly.
“What time do you start?” Santana asked with narrow eyes and a yawn.
“Nine.” Brittany stated simply.
“Are you taking the scenic route or something?” Santana asked with a small laugh.
“Oh no, I don’t see anything when I’m driving.” The blonde said. Santana opened her mouth to say something only she was flummoxed by the dancer’s response, she really had no comeback for that. “Can I please come in?” Brittany asked, her eyelashes fluttering. Santana smiled widely and stepped aside, allowing the blonde to enter before closing the door behind her. When she turned around she was met by a lusty gaze, she watched as Brittany’s eyes roamed over her skin and smirked at the concentration painted on the blonde’s face. As blue eyes landed on her own brown ones, Brittany blinked and seemingly sprang to life once again. She reached for the hem of Santana’s black tank top and pulled her closer.
“Wait.” Santana said abruptly.
“What is it?” Brittany asked with concern.
“I have morning breath.” The Latina replied.
“I don’t care.” The blonde shrugged nonchalantly and grabbed a fistful of Santana’s top, this time allowing no escape. She latched onto Santana’s lips and kissed her sweetly, she had longed to do so since the previous day, a night apart had simply been too much. Santana moaned as Brittany gently pushed her tongue into the Latina’s mouth and massaged her tongue. Santana’s arms snaked around the other woman’s waist, pulling her closer. Brittany’s hands found themselves in the Latina’s brunette tresses, relishing the feel of silk thread through her fingers. The actress pulled away with reluctance, and smiled. She kissed the tip of Brittany’s nose and tucked an errant strand of blonde hair behind Brittany’s ear.
“Good morning.” Brittany declared.
“This is a good morning.” Santana swooned. “But you know I don’t think friends do that.” She winked. The blonde shrugged in response.
“It’s what we do. We did it in High School, so you know, it’s kind of the rules.” Brittany smiled.
“I love your reasoning.” Santana said and hugged the blonde close to her body with an extra squeeze.
“And you know what else we used to do in High School.” Brittany began to sway on the spot, moving Santana with her.
“Briiiiiiit,” Santana drawled, “We can’t do that, not right now, unless you have broken up with Bryan?” she asked hopefully.
“No.” Brittany said sadly, “He was being a jerk last night, he wanted us to, you know . . .” the blonde head, motioning her head forward, Santana frowned, she knew exactly what she meant and didn’t like the idea at all. “make babies.” Brittany concluded.
“I get that. What happened?”
“He grossed me out, I told him to sleep in the spare room. But I’m not sure he did.” Brittany said with pondering tone.
“Why do you say that?” Santana asked.
“His car was gone before I left this morning.” She answered. “He hasn’t got a job today.” She explained, “Unless something came up.”
“I bet it did.” Santana muttered with a sigh.
“What?” the blonde asked.
“Nothing babe.” Santana smiled, and placed a reassuring kiss on the dancer’s lips. She had absolutely no trust in Bryan whatsoever. “So what do you wanna do for the next couple hours?”
“Hmm I dunno.” Brittany pondered. “We could just hang out.” She suggested.
“Have you had breakfast?” Santana asked. The blonde shook her head, indicating to the Latina that she hadn’t. “Ok, I’ll have a quick shower, get dressed and we’re gonna get breakfast and eat it on the beach.” Brittany’s eyes widened with excitement.
“Oooh I like that, I’ve never done that.” She exclaimed.
“You are going to love it.” Santana promised.
“You’re right I do love it.” Brittany said finishing her last mouthful of bagel. “I love you.” She smiled turning her head toward the brunette who was shrouded in the morning sunlight. Santana hugged her knees tight to her chest and rested her head upon them, her eyes never leaving the blonde beside her. She smiled warmly at her companion.
“And I love you.” Santana stated. The beach was fairly quiet this time of the morning however there were still people milling around taking advantage of the glorious sunshine. As much as Santana wanted to snuggle up to her friend, she couldn’t. She would have to be content with simply watching her and listening to her, which she concluded was far better than not having Brittany at all. Santana prayed for the day she could be totally herself with Brittany, when she didn’t have to pretend any more, although her popularity and notoriety would make it difficult.
“I want to kiss you. And hold you.” Brittany said as if reading Santana’s mind. “I know we agreed to put it on hold but I can’t stay away Santana, it’s so hard.”
“I know sugar.” Santana reached across and patted Brittany’s leg before giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze.
“I have to do it San, I’ll do it, I’ll tell him it’s over. I can’t stand this anymore.” Brittany said. It immediately earned a huge tooth bearing grin, one that had Brittany go weak at the knees. All those poses in magazines had driven the blonde to the brink of insanity, seeing Santana everywhere had been a huge strain on Brittany which had prompted her to seek out the brunette and have her in her life once again. It had seemed so long ago when the dancer made that first phone call to Kurt and look where she was now. So much had changed. Brittany had been on a mission then and had accomplished it. She had spent a wonderful morning with her friend and was now on a new mission. Despite it being the end of a once happy marriage, she knew the grass was so much greener on the other side. Santana pondered the words for a moment before responding vocally.
“Good, because every time you walk away from me and back to him it breaks my heart.”
On this rare day off, Santana had decided to treat herself and her best friend Quinn to a morning of shopping, followed by a late lunch. She had already spent time with the first lady of her life and it had left her insatiably happy, however hard it had been to wave the dancer off to work. The brunette dumped the bags at her feet as she sat with a big, relieved huff, she kicked off her shoes under the table and stretched her neck to work out the kinks. She picked up the menu and began to peruse, humming as she did so.
“Ok, what is it?” Quinn slammed her menu down onto the table. Santana looked up inquisitively. She lay the menu down gently before pushing her sunglasses up into her hair.
“What is what?” she asked in return.
“This.” Quinn said waving her hand around in front of Santana’s face. “You’re humming, you’re smiling, you’ve not so much said a bad word today. You’re happy.” The blonde concluded.
“And what?” Santana deflected again.
“What’s happened? Why are you happy?”
“I need a reason to be happy?” The brunette frowned.
“You’re Santana Lopez, of course you need a reason to be happy. Last I saw of you, you were screaming for Berry’s head, what’s changed since then?” The blonde asked.
“I guess I just got out of bed the right side this morning.” Santana smiled. “Come on Quinn, it’s my day off from work, no Berry, no early morning or late night work calls, shopping and lunch with my best friend on this glorious day, let me have my moment.” She explained. Although Quinn was her best friend and she usually told her everything that was going on in her life, she had promised Brittany she wouldn’t say anything about their budding relationship until the blonde had sorted things out her end. Quinn eyed her suspiciously.
“Riiiight,” she drawled, almost disbelieving of the brunette’s words. Santana rolled eyes.
“Just hurry up and decide, I’m hungry.” She smiled, picking up her menu once again.
Moments later a waiter arrived and the two friends placed their orders. As he walked away, Santana stretched out and began to worship the warm sun that was beating down. Quinn took the opportunity to check her cell phone. As Santana’s assistant, she had to keep up-to-date with all things Santana. She occasionally sneaked in the odd text to Puck and updated her own Twitter page. She was doing the latter when she inadvertently let out a surprised “ooooh.” Santana’s eyes flashed open and she squinted against the sunlight, eager to know what had Quinn so enthralled.
“What is it?” Santana asked.
“Perez has tweeted about Rachel Berry, it says, ‘Rachel Berry’s beau sure has taken a shine to her.’ Ooh and there’s a picture.” Quinn said, she tapped on the link and waited patiently for it to load.
“Who is it?” Santana asked impatiently.
“I don’t know yet, it’s loading.” The blonde hissed.
“Berry’s dating?” the brunette wondered aloud.
“Hmm, she has been disappearing a lot lately.” Quinn surmised.
“And here I thought she was trying to stay out of my way.” Santana laughed.
“Ohmygod.” Quinn gasped as she looked at the cell phone in her hand.
“What?” Santana reached across the table and swiped the phone from her friend’s hand, “Give that here.” She ordered. The brunette sat back down in her seat, again squinting as the sun was in her eyes, she manoeuvred the phone around in her hand until she could see the image on the screen. “Oh.My.God.” She said, slower than Quinn had gushed previously. “Oh.My.God.” she repeated. “Shit.” If it was possible, Santana got closer to the screen and shunted her head sideways slightly. “Oh.My.God.” she said again.
“You said that already.” Quinn snapped, “What is it now?” she asked, addressing the last of Santana’s exclamations.
“The background.” Santana said, she looked up at Quinn with a pensive face, “It looks familiar, it . . .” It was Quinn’s turn to snatch the phone from the brunette’s grasp.
“Ohmygod, it’s the VIP lounge. Here!” Quinn squealed. Both women snapped their heads to the side, looking through the windows and into the bar.
“What time did he post that?” Santana asked, her eyes not wavering.
“Twelve minutes ago.” Quinn confirmed. Both heads turned slowly until the two women were looking at one another.
“I’m going in.” Santana said as she rose slowly from her seat.
“I got your back Lopez.” Quinn said with a nod.
“Jeez Quinn, you’ve watched too much of The Precinct.” Santana snorted, now standing beside the table, frowning at her friend.
“I have no choice, it’s your damn show.” The blonde laughed. She turned serious in a fraction of a second, “Now get your ass in there Lopez.” She ordered. Santana rolled her eyes and strolled casually into the bar, her eyes took a moment to adjust to the lack of lighting. She was familiar with this place, it was stylish and upmarket, but not too snobby or highbrow, it was popular amongst the younger population of Hollywood. Santana recognised a few of the patrons, she nodded her head, greeted with ‘hi’ or ‘hello’ as she passed until she reached her destination. Santana took a deep breath before turning the corner. Her eyes were seeing a familiar image, one which she had seen moments before on the screen of Quinn’s cell phone. Rachel Berry was sprawled across the booth at the back of the room doing what could only be described as canoodling, Santana thought. She shuddered, seeing Rachel like this was positively worthy of vomiting, but right now the Latina couldn’t think about that, she had other things on her mind. She took the cell phone from the pocket of her casual beige linen trousers, bringing it up in front of her face, she rapidly found the camera and mere seconds before pressing the button, she called out, “Say cheese!” as a quick warning, leaving no time for the subjects to scramble. Two shocked faces lit up from the flash, only to be consumed by the dimness of the room once again. A smug smile graced the lips of the Latina as she sauntered over to the couple.
“Santana!” Rachel yelled, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to ask that question.” Santana addressed the other woman before turning her attention to her companion, “What do you think Bryan?” Santana cocked her head to the side, “Actually don’t answer that, I don’t care what you think. You clearly don’t think using your brain anyway.” She smirked.
“Santana please . . .” Bryan begged, sitting up straight. Santana was taken aback at the desperate tone in the guy’s voice.
“Please what?” Santana asked, suddenly feeling ten feet tall, “Please don’t hit you? Please don’t tell Brittany?” the brunette shrugged. “Nice shiner by the way, it hasn’t quite disappeared yet has it?”
“She doesn’t need to find out.” Bryan said.
“Oh I think she might find out anyway.” Santana responded. “You see, I’m not the only one to witness your PDA.”
“What are you talking about?” Rachel asked quickly.
“Check your Twitter sweetheart.” Santana winked and turned on her heel. “Now if you’ll excuse me, my lunch is getting cold.” And with that parting comment she left a bewildered Rachel Berry and adulterous Bryan. This day was becoming better and better, the brunette thought as she headed back out into the sunshine.