Learning Lessons: The Road to Faberrittana (7b/?)
Chapter Title: Skeletons in the Closet - Part 2 of 2
Author: stargirl888
Word Count: About 1400
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been and unfortunately never will be :(
Summary: A night-time discussion
A/N: I am once again posting via my cell because I have a deadline to meet ;) I will fix up formatting issues etc within the next few days. Due to internet issues I am also having problems replying to comments and reviews. If I haven’t responded to yours I appologise, I have read them all.
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Santana awoke to a darkened room, squashed between two bodies and the feeling of someone tracing curling patterns on her exposed bicep. The fingers soon stopped their movement as Santana carefully twisted around and looked over to see Rachel watching her cautiously, her features half hidden in the dark.
“Hey.” Rachel greeted softly, not wanting to wake the others who were still asleep on Santana’s other side.
“Hi,”
“How are you feeling?”
“Ok - still tired.” Santana responded with a rueful smile
“Was it your mom?” Rachel asked, referring to the cause of Santana’s previous state.
“Yeah, “ Santana said with a sigh, turning so she was lying on her back staring at the ceiling, her head pillowed on the arm closest to Brittany. Rachel bit her lip, waiting to see if Santana would say more. After a moment Rachel cautiously moved her hand that had been resting between them to hesitantly resume lightly caressing Santana’s arm, silence falling between them.
“She doesn’t approve of my life.” Santana muttered bitterly, the night time quiet giving her the security to reveal things she never ordinarily would. Rachel’s fingers stilling momentarily before resuming their drawing the only sign she had heard. “My love life, my friends, my relationship with the rest of my family, pretty much the only thing is does approve of is the one part of my life I don’t. And then after all that very vocal disapproval, she still expects me to remain quiet while she fucks practically every man she comes into contact with - or every man except the one she’s married to. She barely even bothers to hide it any more. What do you think she was doing when we got there this afternoon?”
Rachel didn’t respond, not even knowing how to. She had been curious about Santana’s break down but now just felt out of her depth as to how to deal with this admission and just wished Brittany was awake right then. Thankfully though, Santana didn’t seem to require a response, and after a moment she kept talking.
“After you left she actually had the audacity to try and ground me. She’s not even there most of the time, how the hell does she expect to enforce that?”
“What did she ground you for?”
“Oh I don’t know, attitude, dating Brittany, getting an A- in English, take your pick, it’s a pretty long list. But if she honestly expects me to respect her enough to actually obey her after everything... she hasn’t been a mother to me in a long time.” The quiet, resigned admittance made Rachel want to just gather Santana in her arms and offer some sort of comfort for the hurt Santana was barely trying to hide, but before she could Santana rolled over again so her back to the small her girl, effectively ending the conversation. A moment later Brittany, who was spooning Quinn, reached back for Santana’s hand, giving it a squeeze before they all fell back asleep.
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Rachel was woken up the next morning by the shifting mattress as Brittany tried to carefully slip out from between Santana and Quinn without waking them.
“Morning.” Brittany mouthed when she noticed Rachel was awake, nodding to the door to indicate that they should go out of the room to avoid waking the others. Indicating her agreement, Rachel also climbed out of the bed, silently following Brittany onto the landing.
“My family’s probably still asleep.” Brittany muttered as she led the way down to the kitchen.
Once there Brittany busied herself setting the kettle to boil. “Okay, so coffee, tea or juice?”
“Juice.” Rachel chose, taking a seat on one of the kitchen stools and fiddling nervously with her fingers.
“You look like you’re sitting on egg shells.” Brittany joked as she handed over the juice. Rachel smiled ruefully. She couldn’t explain it but she just felt uncomfortable, as though she had walked in on Brittany naked or something.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not something to apologise for.” Brittany admonished lightly, taking a seat next to her. “But why are you so uncomfortable?”
As though to tease her further and only make her more uncomfortable in the most delicious way, Brittany’s clear, pointed gaze brought a blush to Rachels cheeks. It was a strange feeling and one Rachel was not used to the blond evoking it.
Rachel was saved from stuttering through a response when they were interrupted by Brittany’s sister Stacy bounding into the room.
“Good Morning!” she greeted them both brightly.
“Morning Stace, what do you want for breakfast?” Brittany enquired, rising with a smug smirk that told Rachel she was in no way unaware of the effect she had just had.
“Cereal.” Stacy answered her sister .
“Rach, what about you, we have cereal, toast, fruit?”
“Cereal’s fine with me too.” Rachel responded. A moment later Brittany handed Stacy a large soup mug of cereal before placing a similar one in front of Rachel and she eyed it curiously, wandering why she was even surprised that the Pierces served cereal in mugs instead of bowls.
“So how’s Santana?” Stacy asked between mouthfuls, leaning against the doorframe
“She’s fine. She was just upset over an argument with her mom.”
“Oh, okay. So am I catching a lift with you this morning or should I organise with Marcie?”
“It’s up to you. Both Rachel and San have their cars here so I’m sure one of us can give you a ride if you want.”
“Alright, I’ll come with one of you then. I’m gonna go get ready.” Brittany nodded and Stacy offered Rachel a smile before departing.
“Do you want to go home to change or just borrow something of mine?” Brittany asked a moment later.
“I’ll go home, but lets wake the others first.”
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Santana awoke with the morning sun streaming onto the bed feeling vulnerable and exposed. The comfortable anonymity of the dark was gone but all that she had admitted to Rachel still swirled about her head.
Groaning, she glanced over to Brittany’s bedside clock to see that she thankfully she wasn’t late, but she didn’t have much time to lay about delaying either. The bed beside her was empty and sitting up she gratefully reached for the bottle of water beside the clock and took a few sips, dehydrated from all her crying the previous night.
Stumbling out the bed she began carding her fingers through her hair, trying to tame it somewhat when the door to the room opened.
“I was just coming to wake you.” Brittany greeted, walking over to give her lips a quick peck. “How are you doing?”
“Ugh, fine,” Torn between being pleased to see her girlfriend and irritated with the situation she had been put in “although for future reference I don’t appreciate being manipulated ” Brittany had the decency to blush guiltily. She had been hoping Santana wouldn’t realise what she was doing by having Rachel and Quinn stay over with them.
“I’m sorry.” Brittany murmured. She had known that Santana was always more open with people after getting upset and had been hoping that Santana would share some of what had happened with the others. Santana reached forward to take her hands, their fingers playfully fiddling together, showing there were no hard feelings. Santana didn’t mind that she had shared so much of herself with Rachel, just the situation that led to it.
“I said I’d consider going out with Rachel and Quinn, but there are some things I’m not ready to reveal to them yet and I don’t want to be pushed into having them around at times when I just want it to be us.”
“Fair enough.” Brittany agreed, and they exchanged another quick kiss just as Rachel and Quinn reinterred the room.
“Rach and I are going to head out so we can stop past our places before school.” Quinn announced after they all greeted each other good morning, Rachel purposely avoiding Santana’s eye and feeling even more out of sorts around her than Brittany.
“Okay sure thing.” Santana agreed with a smile, realising that she would have to be the one to make the first move and put Rachel at ease around her again “We’ll see you guys at school.”
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AN2: Short and sweet but I didn’t want to add any more because the rest really fits into a chapter of it’s own. So, what did you think? Questions? Suggestions? Leave me a comment and let me know :)
Posted via m.livejournal.com.
Author: stargirl888
Word Count: About 1400
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been and unfortunately never will be :(
Summary: A night-time discussion
A/N: I am once again posting via my cell because I have a deadline to meet ;) I will fix up formatting issues etc within the next few days. Due to internet issues I am also having problems replying to comments and reviews. If I haven’t responded to yours I appologise, I have read them all.
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Santana awoke to a darkened room, squashed between two bodies and the feeling of someone tracing curling patterns on her exposed bicep. The fingers soon stopped their movement as Santana carefully twisted around and looked over to see Rachel watching her cautiously, her features half hidden in the dark.
“Hey.” Rachel greeted softly, not wanting to wake the others who were still asleep on Santana’s other side.
“Hi,”
“How are you feeling?”
“Ok - still tired.” Santana responded with a rueful smile
“Was it your mom?” Rachel asked, referring to the cause of Santana’s previous state.
“Yeah, “ Santana said with a sigh, turning so she was lying on her back staring at the ceiling, her head pillowed on the arm closest to Brittany. Rachel bit her lip, waiting to see if Santana would say more. After a moment Rachel cautiously moved her hand that had been resting between them to hesitantly resume lightly caressing Santana’s arm, silence falling between them.
“She doesn’t approve of my life.” Santana muttered bitterly, the night time quiet giving her the security to reveal things she never ordinarily would. Rachel’s fingers stilling momentarily before resuming their drawing the only sign she had heard. “My love life, my friends, my relationship with the rest of my family, pretty much the only thing is does approve of is the one part of my life I don’t. And then after all that very vocal disapproval, she still expects me to remain quiet while she fucks practically every man she comes into contact with - or every man except the one she’s married to. She barely even bothers to hide it any more. What do you think she was doing when we got there this afternoon?”
Rachel didn’t respond, not even knowing how to. She had been curious about Santana’s break down but now just felt out of her depth as to how to deal with this admission and just wished Brittany was awake right then. Thankfully though, Santana didn’t seem to require a response, and after a moment she kept talking.
“After you left she actually had the audacity to try and ground me. She’s not even there most of the time, how the hell does she expect to enforce that?”
“What did she ground you for?”
“Oh I don’t know, attitude, dating Brittany, getting an A- in English, take your pick, it’s a pretty long list. But if she honestly expects me to respect her enough to actually obey her after everything... she hasn’t been a mother to me in a long time.” The quiet, resigned admittance made Rachel want to just gather Santana in her arms and offer some sort of comfort for the hurt Santana was barely trying to hide, but before she could Santana rolled over again so her back to the small her girl, effectively ending the conversation. A moment later Brittany, who was spooning Quinn, reached back for Santana’s hand, giving it a squeeze before they all fell back asleep.
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Rachel was woken up the next morning by the shifting mattress as Brittany tried to carefully slip out from between Santana and Quinn without waking them.
“Morning.” Brittany mouthed when she noticed Rachel was awake, nodding to the door to indicate that they should go out of the room to avoid waking the others. Indicating her agreement, Rachel also climbed out of the bed, silently following Brittany onto the landing.
“My family’s probably still asleep.” Brittany muttered as she led the way down to the kitchen.
Once there Brittany busied herself setting the kettle to boil. “Okay, so coffee, tea or juice?”
“Juice.” Rachel chose, taking a seat on one of the kitchen stools and fiddling nervously with her fingers.
“You look like you’re sitting on egg shells.” Brittany joked as she handed over the juice. Rachel smiled ruefully. She couldn’t explain it but she just felt uncomfortable, as though she had walked in on Brittany naked or something.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not something to apologise for.” Brittany admonished lightly, taking a seat next to her. “But why are you so uncomfortable?”
As though to tease her further and only make her more uncomfortable in the most delicious way, Brittany’s clear, pointed gaze brought a blush to Rachels cheeks. It was a strange feeling and one Rachel was not used to the blond evoking it.
Rachel was saved from stuttering through a response when they were interrupted by Brittany’s sister Stacy bounding into the room.
“Good Morning!” she greeted them both brightly.
“Morning Stace, what do you want for breakfast?” Brittany enquired, rising with a smug smirk that told Rachel she was in no way unaware of the effect she had just had.
“Cereal.” Stacy answered her sister .
“Rach, what about you, we have cereal, toast, fruit?”
“Cereal’s fine with me too.” Rachel responded. A moment later Brittany handed Stacy a large soup mug of cereal before placing a similar one in front of Rachel and she eyed it curiously, wandering why she was even surprised that the Pierces served cereal in mugs instead of bowls.
“So how’s Santana?” Stacy asked between mouthfuls, leaning against the doorframe
“She’s fine. She was just upset over an argument with her mom.”
“Oh, okay. So am I catching a lift with you this morning or should I organise with Marcie?”
“It’s up to you. Both Rachel and San have their cars here so I’m sure one of us can give you a ride if you want.”
“Alright, I’ll come with one of you then. I’m gonna go get ready.” Brittany nodded and Stacy offered Rachel a smile before departing.
“Do you want to go home to change or just borrow something of mine?” Brittany asked a moment later.
“I’ll go home, but lets wake the others first.”
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Santana awoke with the morning sun streaming onto the bed feeling vulnerable and exposed. The comfortable anonymity of the dark was gone but all that she had admitted to Rachel still swirled about her head.
Groaning, she glanced over to Brittany’s bedside clock to see that she thankfully she wasn’t late, but she didn’t have much time to lay about delaying either. The bed beside her was empty and sitting up she gratefully reached for the bottle of water beside the clock and took a few sips, dehydrated from all her crying the previous night.
Stumbling out the bed she began carding her fingers through her hair, trying to tame it somewhat when the door to the room opened.
“I was just coming to wake you.” Brittany greeted, walking over to give her lips a quick peck. “How are you doing?”
“Ugh, fine,” Torn between being pleased to see her girlfriend and irritated with the situation she had been put in “although for future reference I don’t appreciate being manipulated ” Brittany had the decency to blush guiltily. She had been hoping Santana wouldn’t realise what she was doing by having Rachel and Quinn stay over with them.
“I’m sorry.” Brittany murmured. She had known that Santana was always more open with people after getting upset and had been hoping that Santana would share some of what had happened with the others. Santana reached forward to take her hands, their fingers playfully fiddling together, showing there were no hard feelings. Santana didn’t mind that she had shared so much of herself with Rachel, just the situation that led to it.
“I said I’d consider going out with Rachel and Quinn, but there are some things I’m not ready to reveal to them yet and I don’t want to be pushed into having them around at times when I just want it to be us.”
“Fair enough.” Brittany agreed, and they exchanged another quick kiss just as Rachel and Quinn reinterred the room.
“Rach and I are going to head out so we can stop past our places before school.” Quinn announced after they all greeted each other good morning, Rachel purposely avoiding Santana’s eye and feeling even more out of sorts around her than Brittany.
“Okay sure thing.” Santana agreed with a smile, realising that she would have to be the one to make the first move and put Rachel at ease around her again “We’ll see you guys at school.”
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AN2: Short and sweet but I didn’t want to add any more because the rest really fits into a chapter of it’s own. So, what did you think? Questions? Suggestions? Leave me a comment and let me know :)
Posted via m.livejournal.com.