Authors note: Hi everyone, today is a very very very sad and devastating day. One of our beloved idols have passed and as I've seen on tumblr the whole fandom has come together and is praying for Cory's family and friends. I have missed the fandom tremendously after deleting my tv show blog and fanfic blog, but I have been inspired to write again. I ask only for your patience, as this is a story I have been working on for months now and I just want to get it right. Over the past two years of writing fanfic, you have all inspired me so much and given me a lot of kind words. The cast of Glee changed my life and I'm so glad I have that in common with most of you. I hope you enjoy the first chapter.

(beta-less, all mistakes are mine)

December 31st 2012

Santana is not a bad teacher, she swears on her Abuela's deteriorating life. She may forget to explain what she writes on the board sometimes and then get angry at her class for not doing any work, but hell with those kids and their cute dimples and perfectly combed hair. They're seven, what will they care? It's not like they won't forget this when they go to 'big kid school'. One of the kids named it that because that's what her older sister told her to call it and ever since it kind of stuck with the brunette. It didn't really feel like a big kid school when she first started. Every day felt like travelling to a new café to buy your regular coffee and every time they would make it differently. Sometimes it tasted like ass – Santana can assure you she hasn't tasted ass before – other times, it was satisfying.

The only times it was satisfying were when you finished a report and handed it in on time and the teacher picked on you in class for being such a good student. It was satisfying knowing you impressed the person that could make or break your high school experience. It was unsettling to know that when you left class, the kids would throw scrunched up balls of paper from their unused notebook at you.

But that was years ago and since then Santana has most likely become more successful than most of the kids in her graduating class, but she also really hates her job. Her teaching degree, although fun to flaunt to new faces, is not what she dreamed of pursuing when she was a teenager. It isn't the tiny people's fault; she's mostly to blame for my bitter, pessimistic attitude.

But somehow through all of this madness Santana had managed to find a friend. Some people would say she isn't anything special, but Santana Lopez does not let just anybody live in her apartment. Brittany moved in last month, so they have had to get to know each other a lot faster than normal friends seeing as Christmas just passed and New Year's Eve is tonight. Santana's learnt that she likes ducks, so it wasn't hard to choose her present. Brittany takes baths instead of showers now. For Christmas Santana received a new pack of chalk and a pencil case. She felt like she was starting middle school all over again. She didn't want to hurt Brittany's feelings though so Santana promised to use them next year when school starts back up again.

It's almost 5 o'clock but luckily Santana has no plans; apart from watching old romance films on television and eating ice cream. Oh the joy of being in your 20's and single on New Year's Eve – no one to kiss, no one to kiss you. Her life is constantly moving though, so it's hard to find the time to even date. Santana's school organises trips over seas with some students so they can learn about culture and experience a different environment. She doesn't know how they're still able to find kids whose parents allow them to travel overseas without them. They're seven for Christ sake. When Santana was seven she didn't even know what a map was. That's a lie, but you get it right?

How lucky she feels to have a key to the school so she can spend her New Year's correcting spelling tests. Maybe she'll even stay the night here in her classroom just in case a janitor or someone without a life comes by to check if everything is locked and secure. Santana doesn't really want to be caught here in case they think she's a pervert that has a fetish for little children's school work. She could easily explain that she's a teacher here, but where's the fun in that?

After another 20 minutes she decides to give up because the same few kids keep spelling rake with the k and e switched around and a c replacing the e. She really wonders about their minds sometimes. Santana walks into the freezing air which hits her like a brick wall. She runs towards her car and starts it up before driving to the direction of her apartment – which is hopefully still there unless Brittany decided to cook again and burnt the entire place down.

She fiddles around with the radio station until she hears the crackling sound of the evening weather report. The man explains that they're in for a snowy night and staying indoors would be preferred. Santana scoffs, because snow is the least of her problems. If she's going to be anywhere tonight, it's going to be Times Square to watch the ball drop. They'll have officers ploughing the streets anyway so it's not like it'll be dangerous. She thinks of asking Brittany to join her, but then realises that the blonde is cooler than her and most likely has plans with one of her boyfriends or stoner friends. The pot doesn't bother Santana, because Brittany knows not to bring it back to the apartment. It's just when she comes home from a bake session and her laugh is just a tiny bit lighter and airy than normal.

Santana parks in the lot underneath her apartment building and takes a moment to contemplate her somewhat unfulfilled life before stepping out the car. You think that being alone on New Year's wouldn't get to a successful teacher like Santana, but it does and it sucks. It's not like she brags about being a first grade teacher, that isn't the most amazing job in the world. She doesn't have friends, only Brittany, so it's easy to brag about her job because the blonde's been fired three times. That sounds really mean; she takes that thought back immediately. Santana really does hope Brittany finds her dream soon, because then they can be happy workaholics together.

Most of the staff at school leaves before their students at 3:30 but the silence of an empty classroom calms the brunette. She should have stopped thinking a while ago, now she's just getting all spiritual.

When she enters the apartment she's immediately welcomed into darkness. Brittany has probably gone out. Santana switches the living room light on and walks over to the kitchen counter where they always lay out important sticky notes. The bench is empty though and actually clean. Brittany must be in the bath or something.

Santana places her keys on the bench and pulls her bag off my shoulder, throwing it on the sofa. Her coat is tugged off and she's welcomed by warm toasty heat. Brittany must have put the heater on while she was at work, that's so sweet.

"Oh hello," a rough male voice says, shocking the brunette half to death. She twists her body around to face the man that the voice belongs to and clutches her hand to her heart. What the hell is this guy doing in her apartment and why is he naked?

"Dude, put some clothes on!" She yells and he flinches a little but then smirks.

"Sorry dude but Brittany told me no one else was home," he eyes the Latina up and down with a hungry stare, "she also didn't say how hot her roommate was."

"Yes I did," Brittany enters the conversation with a towel wrapped around her and Santana rolls her eyes because this situation could not get any more ridiculous. Now her clothes just need to be off and they'll all be ready for a porno.

"Oh sorry babe I forgot," the guy whispers, wrapping an arm around Brittany's waist and pulling her close.

"You smell, go take a shower, I've finished," Brittany replies monotonously. The guy mouths 'what the fuck' at her then scampers into the bathroom.

"Is he another stoner friend?" Santana asks sighing.

"Brett is actually a recovering addict, sorry to disappoint," the blonde replies giggling.

Santana bites her lip but smiles softly back at her roommate. She knows how hard Brittany has been trying to quit her habit, but she always says she doesn't have a reason to. There is no one really special in her life at the moment, except for the occasional one night stand and she doesn't have any family here. She's in this huge city all by herself and Santana is the only one that knows it. Does that mean she's the only one that can make Brittany feel comfortable? The brunette is sure her friend will meet new people soon, and not just to bring home and sleep with.

The thing about Brittany is; she's not the typical one night stand culprit. She doesn't ditch them in the morning or kick them out. She invites them to have a bath or shower, to eat breakfast and to brush their teeth. It's odd, but definitely inviting. Santana wouldn't complain if she was one of Brittany's one nighters.

"What are your plans tonight?" The brunette asks before yawning loudly. She hears Brittany giggle once more.

"I'm not sure yet, but I really want to go see the ball drop," she explains excitedly.

"Oh, me too, we should go," Santana suggests, not too desperately in case she thinks she's trying to steal the blonde from someone she may be going to see tonight.

"Awesome. Let me just kick Brett out and we can have some dinner before we leave."

"Awesome," Santana whispers as the blonde walks into her bedroom. She opens the fridge and notices two frozen lasagne's on the top shelf; which look much more appealing than crackers and cheese. Santana forgot that she didn't get to go grocery shopping at all this week. Brittany claims the fridge is full enough and they should finish everything they buy before buying new stuff anyway.

She places one lasagne in the microwave and then heads to her room. There are gifts from the staff at work in a pile near her window. She only got Principle Jackson something to say thank you for not firing her grumpy ass. He seemed to enjoy his salt and pepper shaker set.

She hasn't opened the presents yet in case a live snake pops out of one or she gets a cooler bag for her apparent 'cold heart'. That's one of many insults thrown at Santana by staff of older grades who think someone who hates kids as much as she does shouldn't be teaching them to prepare them for their bright futures. Santana always tells them to relax because it's first fucking grade and they're only going to need these skills if they work on a kids television show when they're older.

Rolling her eyes at the gifts, she walks over to her wardrobe and slides open the door. Her eyes meet her favourite leather jacket and she couples it with a purple t-shirt and faded black jeans. She places the heels she wore today in front of her bed and gets ready to shower.

There's a light knock on her door when she's wrapped in a towel and Santana slowly opens it, pleading that it isn't Brett come to get his flirt on with her again. She sighs in relief when she sees Brittany; dressed really sophisticated she might add. "Hey hot stuff, just wanted to give you the rent money I owe you." Santana shrugs off the 'hot stuff' comment because Brittany uses it all the time and she's used to her saying it at random times. She hasn't really said it when Santana's only in a towel though.

"How'd you get this?" The brunette asks, with a raised eyebrow.

Brittany's face lights up. "You know how I told you I was doing that web series Fondue for Two on YouTube?" Santana nods slowly, "well I'm getting paid for it now because it's so popular!"

Santana watches her roommate grin so widely that she automatically feels herself grin as well. It's good seeing Brittany this happy. She deserves it after all she's been through.

"That is so awesome Brittany," Santana says encouragingly. Brittany bounces on her toes and bites her bottom lip in response. They stand in silence for a while before the shorter girl shifts awkwardly and opens her mouth to speak again.

"I was just going to take a shower."

"Oh, right!" Brittany slaps herself on the forehead and makes a 'duh' noise. Then she walks out into the kitchen and prepares the warm lasagne while putting the cold one in the microwave. "It'll be ready when you're out."

"Cool," Santana replies and cautiously heads into the bathroom. She instantly wonders if they had sex in here. "Hey Britt?"

"Yeah," she yells back.

"Brett left right?"

"Yeah," she returns with a laugh. Santana smiles in relief, stepping into the bath and get comfortable.

"He used the bath."

After taking a quick shower, Santana gets dressed and joins Brittany at the table on their balcony. The blonde has poured some wine in a glass for both of them and is chomping through her lasagne like she's just lived on an island for four years.

"I still don't understand why you didn't spend the day with me," she says through chews. Santana is digging her fork hard into the top layer of her lasagne and watching and the meat juice spurt out.

"I just thought it would be a good idea to grade some tests so I wouldn't have to do them later."

"But they're grade ones, what do you test them on?"

"Spelling?" It comes out more as a question and Brittany frowns.

"I bet they could spell better than me," she says with a distinct pout.

"Brittany, just because you didn't graduate high school does not mean you can be beaten by little grade ones!" Her voice becomes high pitched and she watches Brittany grin as a result. Brittany's eyes sparkle as they look into Santana's and she reaches forward to poke the dimple on the shorter girl's cheek.

"You always know how to make me smile Santana clause." Brittany has been calling her that since Christmas. The blonde tell her that magical day is already over but Brittany thinks it somehow suits – maybe in an alternate universe where Santana has a white beard and a huge sack, but in this universe, no thank you.

"That's Santa's job isn't it," the brunette says with a smirk. She doesn't realise how perverted that sounds until she notices how red Brittany's cheeks are turning. Brittany normally only blushes when she does something embarrassing, like burn food or walk into the bathroom and forgetting to turn the light on – which results in a clang of ornaments hitting the floor. She's adorable in a way, Santana thinks. She couldn't have asked for a better roommate – although it would be nice if she had an actual job and not her web series. Brittany begs to stock up on fondue every week and it literally eats away Santana's wallet. But she's earning money now, so she supposes that's a start.

"What are you thinking about?" Brittany asks with a sly grin. Santana should just tell the blonde how proud of her she is that she's trying. But of course word vomit gets the better of her.

"You, in that towel before…" Santana swallows loudly that she's sure everyone in the building heard - even the ones that have gone out. Brittany's smile fades and she puts her fork down.

"I knew it," she deadpans, "I knew you loved cotton."

"What?" Santana flinches.

"The towels; they're 100% cotton and super fluffy," Brittany grins, scrunching her nose up, "I told you I was a good towel chooser."

"Oh," the brunette clears my throat, "right, of course – super fluffy." She digs back into her lasagne because really, the tension is growing unbearably thick. Where the fuck did this tension appear from anyhow? Brittany and Santana have shared approximately 25 dinners together and not one of them has been this nerve racking. They both probably just have a lot on their minds. They are indeed talking about the fluffiness of a towel. They both clearly haven't had a simple week. Or maybe she's completely off track and they're literally finding conversations about towels the most entertaining.

"Your towel is nice too." Brittany's slight smirk throws the brunette off. Her cat-like eyes narrow at Santana so she's looking through her lashes. The brunette blinks a few times before returning to her food. There was something different about Brittany's voice - like there was some sensual undertone or erotic meaning underneath.

Santana doesn't think the blonde meant anything by it though; Brittany's innocent in a lot of ways – even though she occasionally does pot and has sex multiple times a day. Santana feels really protective of her. It's been a month since she moved in and from what Brittany told her about her previous living situation Santana couldn't help but worry. She didn't even pick up on the fact Santana was blatantly and willingly revealing her fantasies of her roommate in just a towel.

"I'm full," Santana mutters and stands up.

"I can wash up," her roommate chirps, snatching her plate from Santana's fingertips.

Santana meets her sly grin and hands the blonde her plate. "I'll keep an eye on you."

Brittany rolls her eyes and Santana follows her inside.

They decide to leave the apartment at 10:30pm seeing as it only takes 15 minutes from their apartment to times square. Brittany's bouncing to the radio in the car which took the brunette three years to earn. It's kind of her baby. If Brittany wasn't so damn adorable Santana would yell at her for having her feet up on the glove box. At least she knows to take her shoes off.

Luckily someone is just pulling out a space as they're driving down a side street. Santana quickly parks and warms her hands up in front of the heater before getting out of the car. Brittany jogs over to her side and links her arm with the brunette's.

"This is my first New Year's with people," she says excitedly.

"In New York?" Santana asks wearily.

"Ever," Brittany replies simply, pulling Santana along towards the building crowd. Now the brunette feels even more sorry for her. Brittany explained her family situation the third day she moved in. Her mother and father kicked her out when she was 15 and since then she's been living with friends. Her parents always went on a holiday during Christmas or New Years' time so Brittany would always celebrate alone.

She turned to weed at 19 and thankfully had gone through her mother's drawers and found her secret money stash. She only took a couple thousand dollars because there was too much to fit in her backpack. After that she left. She spent most of her money on plane tickets and food. Any extra money was spent on pot.

When she moved in Santana told Brittany she trusted that she would follow the apartment rules. She has so far. Plus, she's not doing weed so much anymore, just the people that deal it – like Brett.

She never explained to Santana why her parents kicked her out in the first place. Santana thinks she mentioned something about a unicorn or bicorn and her being 'too unicorn for their liking'. Santana enjoys unicorns so she just nodded and kept quiet until the blonde was finished. Brittany was a breath of fresh air in New York. So many robots roamed the streets here and she was like an angel that glided from the gates of heaven and onto the brunette's doorstep.

So Santana thinks she'll keep her around.

Santana looks up from the ground and realises that they've made it really close to the stage. There were people bumping into her but Brittany held both Santana's hands and kept her close. Her mouth hovered over their joined hands and she blew on them to keep them warm. Santana smiled in thanks and then a guy came on stage to announce that it was an hour until countdown.

"Oh god, I could go a coffee right now," Santana whispers through shaky breaths. Brittany hears her though and stops blowing.

"We can go get one if you like," she says sweetly.

Santana shakes her head quickly, "No it's fine I mean you got us all the way in here."

"So what? I can get us back in," she smiles cheekily, "come on I want a hot chocolate." Brittany pulls her friend through the crowd towards a two story cafe. They order our drinks, pay and then head up stairs to get a good view of the ball.

Santana leans her arms on the balcony railing and clasps the cup of coffee in her hands. She sighs loudly after her first sip and gazes out at the view. It looks almost as incredible as their apartment view. You can see the spots of lights emitting from buildings and they light up like stars on land. Santana suddenly feels nervous, like she's not supposed to be here because she's not officially in a relationship with anyone.

Brittany isn't either, but she could easily find someone to kiss here. Santana turns around and witnesses couple after couple at every fucking table, drinking from each other's straws. She feels eyes penetrating the side of her face and begins to breathe faster now. She slowly turns to Brittany and gives her a shaky laugh.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know," The brunette replies honestly and softly so that maybe she won't hear and Santana won't have to explain herself.

"Oh come on Santana," Brittany places a hand on her shoulder, "you can tell me." Her voice is earnest, but not pleading. She knows that Santana doesn't have to tell her but she will because she is being really caring and there aren't many caring people in her life, well at all, so she turns to face her friend.

"I really don't know, it's just," Santana bites her lip, "hard to work at a job you hate and to come home to this stoned naked guy in your house and not being able to have someone to kiss on New Year's."

"Are you mad at me?" She pouts.

"No," the brunette shakes her head quickly.

"So you just want to kiss someone on New Year's?"

She bites her lip again, harder this time and nods. "I guess." Santana takes another sip of her coffee and stares out at the crowd again. It's growing big; there is no way Brittany can even get them near the stage again. The capacity of the crowd mixed with the limited streets to stand without having to stand on a car or fire hydrant is ridiculous.

"It's stupid."

"No," Brittany says confidently, "it really isn't."

"Okay." Okay? This girl is trying to help Santana over what dumb ass silence stutter thing she's got going on and all the brunette can say is okay? "Sorry Brittany, I'm just not good at the whole feelings thing."

"Well, you revealed some stuff to me before, so that's a start," she responds.

"It feels good," Santana breathes with a slight smile.

"Yeah it does, you should do it more often." They exchange smiles. They do that a lot. It's reassuring to both women. "How was your last day? I forgot to ask you last week."

"Fine, the staff gave me gifts."

"So those were all the presents in your room?" She inquires.

"Um, yeah…you go in my room?" Santana asks conspicuously.

Brittany blushes, "I just had to borrow a pen. A friend that came over was an artist and said he could draw a portrait of me."

"How come you didn't show me?" Santana pouts.

"Well, it turned out to be just my lower half," the blonde says shyly. Santana's mouth drops open in a big grin and Brittany rolls her eyes.

"Now I want to see it," the brunette teases.

"Shut up San." That's first time she called Santana by a nickname. It sounds good, Santana thinks, coming from her. "On another topic, I think I'm going to apply here for a job. They had a sign out the front saying 'waitresses needed'."

"That's a good idea," Santana affirms after her grin fades slightly, "but please don't give up Brittany, you'll earn money and become a big success."

"Thanks," she says softly, "hopefully you're right."

A silence falls between them as they both focus their attention towards the crowd. People are taking pictures, mostly tourists, and police hang around on the side walk anticipating any excessive drunken behaviour. Santana stares at the couples once again and she doesn't really mind. Brittany is so much like a best friend to her that she can't even picture being here with anyone else.

"Let's go home," Brittany says softly and Santana whips her head towards the blonde.

"You wanted to come here though. I'm sorry I had to get this stupid coffee," Santana mutters quickly, shaking her head at her selfishness.

"It's fine; we can just go home and drink together," Brittany replies with a gentle smile as if she's scared of what Santana might say. The brunette doesn't think her roommate suggested many things to people before. She most likely always followed the crowd or what her parents ordered.

"All right, if that's what you want."

"I do," Brittany confirms. They finish their drinks and walk downstairs back onto the street. Brittany links her arm with Santana's again as they pass some drunken people slurring how shit this year has been. Santana can't help but agree. Brittany moving in has literally been the only highlight. The kids she teaches are tolerable but that doesn't mean she'll ever admit out loud that they make her happy.

They get to the car and Santana turns the heater on immediately. The car warms up really quickly and they both rub their hands together. They laugh as both girls notice how in sync they're being. Brittany pokes Santana's shoulder and grins. Santana grins back at Brittany and watches her pull her legs up on the chair, after removing her shoes, and holds her knees to her chest.

"Aren't we going home?" She asks. Santana blinks away from her creepy leering and turns towards the crowd.

"Yes, sorry," she mumbles and begins to blush. She starts the engine just as the countdown begins. Santana's movements freeze and she watches Brittany grin towards the cheering crowd. They're squealing and hugging each other and some of the young couples are already making out.

"10! 9! 8! 7! 6!"

Brittany's not looking at the crowd any more, neither is Santana - only because she's looking at her. Brittany is studying her knees but not really focusing on them. Her lips quiver like she wants to say something. Maybe she wants to squeal along with the crowd but she's holding back because this is their first time out together in this atmosphere.

"Are you okay?" Santana asks her, leaning closer a little. Brittany slowly turns to her with a timid expression.

"3! 2! 1!"

Then out of nowhere Brittany is grabbing Santana's cheeks and pressing their mouths together. The blonde's lips press against Santana's with a desperate goal. Santana's eyes are open the entire time because how the fuck did they get to being ready to go home to kissing in her car? Brittany pulls back and Santana mentally hits herself for being so tense during the kiss.

"Happy New Year San," Brittany whispers against her lips. Those lips turn into a shy smile and she pulls back. Someone comes running passed their car and slaps the window.

"Happy New Year! Yeah!" He screams and continues running. Santana puts my seatbelt on with shaky hands. She doesn't necessarily think that's from the cold anymore. She should say something but she doesn't. Santana just drives them back home.

It's still quiet when they enter the apartment. Santana heads straight to her room to take her heels off. She sits on her bed and hopes that Brittany doesn't follow her in there. She must be hurt. Santana didn't even kiss her back, but what was she supposed to do? Now Brittany probably thinks she's never kissed anyone before because she couldn't even move her lips.

Her whole body was a plank of wood. They didn't even get to see the ball drop. Santana thinks her lips against Brittany's were a better surprise. Wait what?

"Santana?" Shit.

"Y-Yeah?" The brunette answers shakily. She takes a deep breath and removes her jacket.

"Can I come in?"

"Give me a minute I'm getting dressed."

"Okay." Santana grabs her pyjama shorts and an oversized t-shirt. After getting dress she slowly opens her bedroom door. She immediately notices Brittany standing by the sofa, looking really fragile.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"Why is this weird?" She asks and breathes out a laugh. Santana shrugs her shoulders. That's all she can find the strength to do.

"Well, you shouldn't have kissed me, I mean yes I'm a lesbian, but we're friends Brittany. There are boundaries." She tries to sound firm but her voice keeps wavering.

"I know," the blonde sighs, "but you wanted someone to kiss at midnight, I just wanted to be that person for you."

"That's sweet," Santana replies softly, "but it caught me by surprise and it can't happen again."

"Santana chill out, you're acting like we stole from a bank," Brittany giggles.

"You're acting like it wasn't a big deal just because you go around kissing everyone you like!" Ouch, that really stung her. Brittany's smile disappears completely and she frowns. Santana thinks she just crossed a boundary of a different kind. Brittany shakes her head and bites her lip. Santana is sure she just heard a sniffle.

"You're right. I shouldn't have done that." Brittany steps passed her roommate and heads for the balcony. She lights up a cigarette or a joint, Santana's not sure from here. She sniffs and realizes it's a cigarette. She takes a few steps closer and watches the way Brittany stands in defence mode. Her free hand tucks under her armpit and her arm tightens against her chest. She's slouching slightly but still looks tall. Her toes flex beneath her socks as she rocks back and forth on her feet. Santana doesn't realise she's stepping forward until her chest bumps into Brittany's side.

"I'm sorry," she splutters.

Brittany turns to her roommate confused and puts her cigarette down in the ashtray. "Why are you standing so close to me?"

"I don't know," she whispers back, "sorry." Santana steps away and walks towards the television. She turns it on and her eyes are met with a stunning fireworks show in every country. It switches to Hong Kong and the countdown begins on again. Brittany walks in and stands beside Santana. The brunette turns to her.

"3, 2, 1," Brittany whispers barely audibly beside her. Santana lick her lips as she watches the taller girl's mouth move. She has no idea why on her she's thinking about kissing Brittany or why she's grabbing her waist and turning the blonde towards her. Santana honestly just doesn't want Brittany to be angry at her or sad.

The blonde gasps so close to her friend's mouth that Santana's able to swallow it. Brittany doesn't hesitate when Santana closes her eyes and kisses her. She kisses her back like Santana should have before. Santana thinks she'll probably blame this on the alcohol, which she hasn't consumed in three days, tomorrow. Brittany's hands glide up her shoulders, removing any rational thought from her head, to Santana's neck and the blonde's thumbs rub lightly against her jaw.

Their heads tilt in opposite directions as they kiss. The fact that Santana is actually responding this time and initiated the kiss causes Brittany to act bold and she slides her tongue into her friend's mouth and Santana opens her mouth wider to taste it. She releases a small moan and it somehow surges Santana forward so that she's pressing Brittany against the glass sliding door. She grunts and ends up clawing Santana's jaw with her nails and the brunette moans in return. The Latina pulls back and Brittany turns them around. The blonde kisses down her jaw towards her neck and lifts Santana's shirt up to press open mouth kisses on her chest. Santana arches her back against the door and the front of her body slides up against Brittany's and tenses.

She tries to fight off a whimper but it becomes too much to contain Brittany licks all the way up her throat. Brittany has that strong cigarette taste in her mouth, but Santana can barely focus on it because the blonde's pulling back and taking her hand. She heads for Santana's bedroom and the brunette doesn't know if she's sweating from anxiousness or excitement. The blonde guides her towards the bed and gently drops her back against it. Santana suspects Brittany does this with everyone just to show how charming she can be.

She crawls on top of Santana and kisses up her neck again before returning to the brunette's lips. Santana feels Brittany's hips grind down on her own, causing the shorter girl's centre to grow warm and wet beneath her panties. The blonde hums in satisfaction and then trails her fingers down to her roommate's shorts. She kisses Santana hard one more time before venturing down her body towards the wettest part of her. Brittany pulls down her shorts and underwear so they're at her knees.

One month and already this girl has seen her vagina, Santana thinks.

"Brittany..." Santana whispers with her eyes closed in anticipation.

"Don't worry," she murmurs and licks the brunette's stomach expertly. "It'll feel so damn good."

Santana quickly wonders if that's what the blonde say's to every one she beds, but that thought vanishes when Santana realises that she's about to have sex with her roommate and everything will probably get weird after this. But once Brittany's lips make contact with her clit, every doubt in her mind dissipates.

She licks Santana, inside and outside, up and down. The brunette opens her eyes to watch Brittany and sees that her head is only bobbing up and down, but she looks so hot between her legs. Santana may be a lesbian, but she's not as sexually active as she should probably be at this age. Brittany is a year younger than her and has sex so much that she has notches on her bed post counting the number of partners.

Thankfully Brittany understands that she has to get checked every few months. She also has repeatedly stated she's not addicted to sex because she only lost her virginity right before she came to New York.

"Fuck," Santana whispers, when the blonde sucks down hard on her sensitive nub. She wasn't expecting that, but fuck the blonde is so good at it. Brittany's definitely fucked a girl before, Santana thinks. She knows exactly where to touch, where to lick and how to create dirty talk.

"Cum for me baby," she whispers. Baby? That's new.

Santana feels her inner walls clenching and once Brittany's two fingers confidently enter her the brunette knows she's a goner – just like Brittany's other victims. Santana's body writhes noticeably as she comes down from her orgasm. Brittany lifts herself up and licks her fingers. Her smile is one of satisfaction and content. Santana slides back so her head is resting against a pillow. Brittany follows her and lies down beside her, her chest rising with every breath. Her fingers tickle Santana's shoulder and it calms the brunette down.

"This is like a one-time thing, we're just friends right?" Santana whispers suddenly. Fuck, instant regret. Brittany's fingers retract and the brunette misses her touch immediately. Something weird is happening.

"I know," she says dismissively. Brittany stands up and walks towards the door. "Have a good sleep."

"Wait Brittany," Santana yells but Brittany's already closed the door. She heard her, Santana knows it. She should have just kept her mouth shut. Santana wishes it was one of those situations where she could barely get a word out and Brittany has to boop her nose to get her to speak.

The weird part is; Santana not only wants Brittany to get back in here so she can apologize, but she also wants the blonde to strip for her so the playing field is equal. She wants to explore the body that was hidden beneath that towel earlier.

Santana just hopes she can apologize in the morning and maybe they can still be friends without it being weird. But she knows nothing is that simple.

Next chapter will be up in a week. Thank you for reading.

Rest in paradise Cory Monteith xo