A/N: I'm surprised by the wonderful response I got for the first chapter, so I'm just gonna put this one out there. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, they really made my day.
It had been six days since Santana had met Brittany Pierce, and in those six days she had not been able to stop thinking about her. It was kind of funny when she thought about it, her situation that is. Who would have thought that Santana Lopez would be sleeping with the mother of the girl she might have a crush on. She truly didn't know whether her attraction toward Brittany was real or not, but there was no way that anyone could reduce her to a blubbering mess.
Santana had been asking around to see if anyone knew about Brittany, specifically who she had been hanging out with and where. The only two people that knew anything about her were Quinn and Artie. She only knew about Artie from Mrs. Pierce and Brittany's conversation, and Quinn had told her about it at Cheerios practice on Friday.
Friday
"I'm seriously going to kill that woman one day." Quinn gasped out as we finished our last lap.
"Are you kidding me?" Santana asked. "We should be grateful that she works our asses off. If it wasn't for her, I would have gained my freshman 15 four years early. This awesome bod is all thanks to her."
"I would be more appreciative if the methods she had used were legal." Quinn said back. "Anyways, these practices are bogus, it's summer. I want to be in my pool, preferably with a very naked Rachel Berry."
"Speaking of pools." Santana started, trying to ignore the lst part of Quinn's statement.
"If you are going to talk about your prostitution business, I don't want to hear anymore." Quinn interrupted.
"No, I was just going to ask you," Santana rolled her eyes. "if you knew anything about Brittany Pierce. Her family just moved here at the beginning of summer and I think that your mom is friends with hers. I clean their pool."
"Yeah, they came over to my house Wednesday. The girl's pretty and all, but she lacking some brain functionality." Quinn snorted. "She wouldn't shut up about her cat and her obsession with ducks."
Santana didn't know why, but she was genuinely insulted by Quinn's comments about Brittany.
"She was probably nervous and didn't know what to say." Santana defended. "Your family can be pretty intimidating."
"My family? Intimidating?" Quinn questioned. "Nah." She finished sarcastically.
"Whatever." Santana huffed. "So… do you know what she does? I haven't seen her around town at all. Does she know anyone from school?"
"She hangs out with Artie a lot, and I saw her walking around with Aretha Franklin at the mall." She shrugs. "Give it a while and she will become another target for slushy facials."
"No way." Santana growled.
Quinn turned to her with an incredulous look, then smirked.
"Does someone have a little crush?" Quinn teased. "That would just be rich, sleeping with a mother and daughter."
"I don't have a crush. I just met her the other day." Santana responded. "I just clean her mom's pool and she told me to look out for her."
"Okay." Quinn didn't look convinced. "What are you doing after this?"
Santana was planning on going to the Pierce residence today with the excuse of having left some of her pool cleaning tools. She knew that Mrs. Pierce was out today with Mrs. Fabray because she just left the Fabray house after 'cleaning the pool.' Santana had run into Mrs. Pierce on the way out and was greeted rather harshly when she noticed that Santana's hair was rumpled from tumbling around in bed.
Santana was driving to the Pierce house when she spotted a small blonde girl running onto the street crying. She slammed on the brakes as fast as she could, muttering a curse for the almost accident. Santana waited for the girl to run away and was surprised the girl to walk up to her car and plopped down in front of it. Not one to put up with kids, Santana lowered her window and yelled at the girl to move out of the way.
"NO!" The little girl screamed back.
Santana opened her car door and walked up to the front.
"You better get out of the way. I have more important things to do than babysitting a kid." Santana said irritably.
"Run me over." She said with a huff as she crossed her arms. "I have nothing to live for anymore."
Santana quirked an eyebrow as she stared at the girl. She reminded Santana of someone; it was at the tip of Santana's tongue…
"Jenny, get back here." A very familiar voice yelled from behind Santana.
"No, get away from me." The girl, whose name was apparently Jenny, stood up and started to run again.
Santana turned around just in time to see Brittany run past her and after Jenny. She could see that Brittany probably didn't have a chance at catching up to the smaller girl, and what better way to talk to Brittany than offering help.
"Hey, do you need help." The Latina yelled at the blonde.
Brittany stopped in her tracks and turned around with a confused face.
"Help with what?" Brittany asked.
"Uh, well." Santana scratched the back of her head. "Your sister is really fast, and um, maybe having a car on your side would help."
Brittany shrugged before walking to the car and hoping in the driver's seat. The blonde closed the door and just put on the seatbelt when Santana opened the door.
"What are you doing?" Santana asked, completely confused with how things were going.
"You said I could use your car." She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"No, I-I." Santana stuttered before collecting herself. "I meant that I could drive you."
"That would probably be a good idea." Brittany said as she unbuckled herself. "I don't know how to drive."
Brittany got out of the driver's seat and headed toward the passenger side. Santana took her place behind the wheel and started the car. She couldn't help wonder if Brittany was for real. Did she truly think that Santana would just let her use her car?
"Uh, where do you think she went?" Santana asked.
"The park." Brittany said.
Santana pressed down on the gas and made sure to go extra slow to elongate the drive.
"So I hear that we're going to be in the same grade this year." Santana started. "Have you met anyone from school?"
"Yes." Brittany replied.
"Who?"
"Artie Abrahams." Brittany said.
"Um, I think it's Abrams."
"Who's that?" Brittany asked, looking confused.
"Uh, no one."
Silence fell over them and Santana suddenly felt helpless.
"I'm not supposed to talk to you." Brittany says. "but I kinda want to."
"Uh, I want to talk to you too." Santana blushes.
"Have you ever noticed that ducks disappear when it gets cold?" Brittany randomly asks after a few seconds of silence.
Santana immediately remembered her conversation with Quinn the other day.
"Uh, yeah. They go south because it's war-."
"It isn't fair." Brittany says airily.
Santana decides to step on the gas, deciding that she wasn't ready to take on a conversation with Brittany.
"So, why is your sister mad at you?"
"I think it's because I stole her boyfriend" She said, looking though Santana's glove compartment, immediately becoming delighted when she found an air freshener. "I love coconut!"
Brittany pressed the coconut shaped air freshener to her nose and inhaled deeply.
Santana looked at the girl in disbelief. One, her sister was no older than ten, so that meant the boy was the around ten as well. Two, who would be that excited about an air freshener. She decided not to question either.
"You can have it if you want." Santana offered. "For when you drive, I mean."
"Really? I don't want you to feel obliterated." She said, wide eyed.
"Obliterated?" Santana murmured to herself. "Brittany, I think you mean obliga-." Santana stopped when she saw the blank stare Brittany was giving her. "Never mind, but you can totally have it. Something to remember me by if we don't see each other until the school year starts."
Which Santana was going to make sure did not happen.
"Won't you be cleaning my pool?" Brittany asked. "I'll just come by when you're cleaning and we can hangout. I'm sure my mom will let me talk to you every once in a while."
Santana thought back to Mrs. Pierce's warning. It would be suicide to go anywhere near Brittany in her house.
"You know, that probably isn't a good idea. I should be working since your mom is paying me." Santana said a little too fast.
"Okay." Brittany shrugs, just as Santana parks her car in front of the park.
Santana had to admit that it hurt that Brittany easily accepted Santana's excuse.
Brittany got out of the car and went straight to the dugout on the other side of field.
Santana debated whether she should help or just leave, but one look at the sway of Brittany's hips had her running after the blonde.
"Do you need help?" Santana calls out.
She doesn't receive an answer.
"Jenny?" Brittany yells. "We have to be home before it gets dark. You know I'm scared of the dark."
"Do you need help?" Santana asks again.
"Yes, please." She says, not looking back.
"Jenny?" Santana starts weakly. "Jenny, come on out, or I'll kick your a-" Santana stops when she sees the look on Brittany's face. She smiles sheepishly back. "-butt."
"You were about to say a bad word!" They both hear from the playground, a few yards away.
They both start towards the jungle gym when they see a small figure run from under the slide. Brittany takes off and manages to catch up to her sister, giving her the chance to tackle her to the ground.
Santana can't help but chuckle at the two girls fighting each other on the ground. She approached them slowly.
"Hey we should head back." Santana says.
They don't respond.
Slightly annoyed because of the lack of response after a few minutes, Santana goes into pull them apart. She grabs Brittany, because she was the one on top, and rips her away from her sister. Brittany fights to get back at her sister, but Santana is able to keep her away.
"Brittany you have to get home." Santana says. "It's already five."
Brittany just pouts and continues to stare at her sister, who is still lying on the ground with a pout of her own.
Brittany sighs, looking defeated. "Come on Jenny. I'll call Wes and tell him that I don't like him."
That seems to be good enough for the younger girl, so they all head back to Santana's car.
It's completely silent on the way back to the Pierce house. They pull up to the curb, and immediately, Jenny jumps out of the car and runs to bang on the door to be let in.
"Oh shit." Santana whispers, realizing that Brittany's mom might come out and see her in a car with her daughter.
"Well, I guess I'll never talk to you again." Brittany shrugs as she pulls the air freshener from the glove compartment.
"What? Why?" Santana asks.
"Cause my mom said so." She replies. "Bye."
Santana watches as Brittany walks up the porch toward her mother, who did not look pleased at all. Mrs. Pierces says something to her daughter and motions for her to go inside.
Santana immediately goes to turn her car back on, intent on making a quick get away. She turns back to look at the porch, and screams when she sees Mrs. Pierce starting to open her door.
"Mrs. Pierce, what a lovely surprise." Santana squeaks, completely terrified of how fast the older woman got to her car.
Before she could say anything else, she was pulled into a rough kiss. Being the person she is, she couldn't help but comply.
"I thought we had an understanding." Mrs. Pierce says when she pulls away. "My daughter is off limits, and you get to have me."
Santana was conflicted. Her mind was thinking 'Oh no she did not,' but her body couldn't help but become aroused by the fact she was being claimed.
"Are she clear?" The older woman asks.
Santana hesitantly nods. She had to admit that when her choices her sex and friendship, sex came in first place every time.
"Good." Was the only thing she got before she was pulled back into an open mouth kiss that left her wanting so muck more. "Just something to look forward to. See you tomorrow?"
Santana replies with another nod.
...
As Santana is driving back home, she can't help but wonder how Brittany was able to render her into a nice person. She also couldn't help but wonder if she had made the right decision.
Tell me what you think. Did I make Santana and Brittany act the right way? I truly have no idea.