A/N: I'm really sorry I haven't uploaded anything in a long while. I'm still on my holiday-high so, yeah—couldn't concentrate. I have a POLL at the end so make sure to check it out if you're interested in the choices I have for you.

This is going to be a two-parter. This part is just mainly fluff though since I received a smut tip which says smut is most hot when there's a build up to it. I just hope this is the right kind of build up to the smut on the next chapter. I'll upload the next and last chapter tomorrow. I'm still proof-reading it and I'm kind of worried whether I did a better job at writing it than I did in my first smut.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. All mistakes are mine, etc.

Title: The Birthday Surprise

Pairings: Brittany/Santana

Rating: M for sMut

Brittany S. Pierce loves porn.

It's more than evident with how much space her porn collection takes up in her hard-drive—almost as much Santana-related pictures, videos, and audio there is, which, now that Santana thinks about it, a third of which can be considered porn materials. One also doesn't have to look further into her DVR to find obscure titles such as "Monstercocks, Inc.," and "Ass Ventura: Crack Detective," and "Beaver and Buttcheeks."

From the number of times Brittany had asked Santana to play Live Porn to the time Brittany got her a "sexy" (according to Brittany and only Brittany) unicorn costume for Santana's birthday a few years back after getting the idea from watching an Israeli guy fuck a camel—the latter, by the way, caused the blonde to get kicked out of their room and sleep on the couch for a whole month, given that the taller woman's only defence to a fuming Latina when asked about the costume was "I wanted to see what it is like to fuck a unicorn"—it is beyond reasonable doubt to say that Brittany S. Pierce loves her porn.

After a while of dating Brittany, Santana is not really bothered by the amount of porn Brittany owns anymore—most of the time.

Just don't remind her of the "Unicorn" incident. Or the "cattle call" game Brittany wanted to play once. Or the "Bungee Sex" (Brittany Pierce Original trademark) idea she had which would involve Santana hanging from the ceiling and bungee jumping up and down Brittany's cock—because, come on, WHAT. Or… You know what, let's just skip to it.

Anyway, the point is, Santana is no longer bothered by it anymore…

Most of the time…

Period.

She just chucks it off as a guy-thing or a girl-with-a-penis-thing (she thought it was a teenage-hormonal phase at first, but that bird just won't fly anymore since they are now in their mid-twenties and far from being teenagers). Besides, if there is one thing Santana knows more than Brittany's love for porn, it is Brittany's unquestionable, fathomless, and pure love and desire for her and only her. She had no reason to doubt it. More than once, she had caught Brittany unravel with Santana's name on thin lips as the taller woman watches some tan pussy swallow a fist while getting banged by a dick in her other hole.

Brittany is also more than pleased on showing Santana just how much she loves her every single day. From the little things really like asking for a dance in their quiet apartment, humming some random and off-key tune. Or telling her she's beautiful even when she's disgustingly sick with runny nose and all gross and sweaty. To grand gestures like serenading her in front of the whole school when she accepted her high school diploma. Or going down on one knee, asking for her hand in marriage (which ended in her going down on Santana, still on one knee).

So when it comes to deciding on the perfect birthday gift for her fiancé, it was no longer a question of which gift to give her but of how she would give it to her.

xox

Santana is nervous.

The whole Brittany day she had planned had been perfect so far. She made her fiancé breakfast in bed and delivered it naked except for the little fuck-me apron she specifically bought for the occasion. And even though they both ran late for their respective jobs, she couldn't refuse Brittany when the blonde asked her to get on all fours in the middle of the bed, still with the apron and heels on, and showed her exactly how much she appreciated Santana with the way pale and strong hips jackhammered into her over and over all the while plugging her other hole with her thumb.

The brunette's boss didn't like that she's late and she had to listen to him rant about how this is exactly why he doesn't hire failed, no-good actresses. But it was easy to block him out after the first few times he gave her that same talk especially while she thinks how awesome Brittany is and how effortless it was for the blonde to make her squirt and make her feel and anticipate more of her cock for the rest of the day.

The huge grin she received from the blonde when the Latina surprised her in her dance studio to take her out for lunch and give her head under the table was priceless as well and it gave her a sense of pride and contentedness knowing she was the reason for that twinkle in blue eyes.

Brittany had always been the more romantic—and not to mention, the kinkier—of the two so it had usually been Brittany who picks what they would do on date nights and thinks of ways on getting Santana naked, and the brunette wonders if this is what Brittany feels and this is what she sees in her face every single time the blonde does all these cheesy romantic stuffs that never fails to make her swoon and fall in love just a bit more.

But then, the closer it gets to the end of the day, the more anxious Santana gets. She had to pick Brittany up straight from work to make sure the blonde won't ruin the surprise she had set up in the living room before she left. She had brought a change of wardrobe and had to cover it up with her favourite knee-long coat all through dinner. Brittany had asked her many times if she was sick and cuddled Santana to her side instead when the Latina refused her offer to go back to their apartment and call it an early night.

Cold beads of sweat are forming in her forehead, her hands are getting sweaty. Her thighs and feet feel like lead as they walk back to their apartment. Brittany had offered to just take a cab but Santana insisted that it's too nice a night for it to end so abruptly. Brittany still looks worried as she replaces the damp strands of raven hair back in place, not realizing the turmoil behind brown eyes.

Of course, Santana is just stalling. She can't stop her mind from thinking about the repercussions of what she was about to do. She can't stop the what-if's that had been plaguing her mind since she had set up everything she would need for tonight. What if other people find out? What would they think of her if they do? What if she's not good enough to pull something like this out? And the most important question of all, what if Brittany didn't like it? Santana doesn't think she could live knowing she had turned Brittany off. It doesn't take much to turn Brittany on, and it would more than suck if she won't now.

As a just recently-converted cynic who once dreamed of fame and glam and fortune, Santana doesn't take rejection very well. She had faced so much rejection almost all her life as she knocked on each and every audition room only to get the door slammed to her face and she still had this fear at the back of her head which surfaces every other time that Brittany would wake up one day and realize that Santana's not good enough.

It's fucked up, Santana knows. She has the ring on her finger to prove that Brittany is not going anywhere. That she's it for Brittany. That Brittany is so deeply and madly in love with her that she is blinded from all her faults and imperfections and everything that Santana is not—and Santana has a lot of faults and imperfections. But as she looks back on her past career which had ended before it even began, a dam breaks and suddenly Santana's drowning from all her insecurities. Brittany's gonna break up with her. She may as well call it a night while she's still ahead.

Santana is snapped out of her dark musings when she feels Brittany's warm hand craddling a cold cheek.

"Love, you don't look too hot."

Santana blinks. "You don't think I look hot?" she whispers sadly, hearing the confirmation to all her fears turn real.

Brittany scrunches her forehead in confusion, keeping the kind smile on her face. Santana had been acting weird all night but she chucks it off as just her fiancé not feeling well.

"You always look hot, Tana," Brittany maintains, laying a soft kiss to the best set of lips she had ever laid her eyes on. "And beautiful. Hot and beautiful," she adds reverently as she gazes at her features. "But you look pale, love. I'm just worried about you."

Santana lets out a sigh of relief. Brittany had been so attentive to her all night and she feels like the luckiest girl on earth to have found her and bagged her for her own. She feels a tad guilty though making Brittany believe that she's sick. It's not like she confirmed that she was, but still. And by the rate she is worrying, she feels like she's well on her way to becoming sick for real.

An empty taxi drives past them and Brittany wonders how she could lure Santana to ride one. She kind of feels that Santana only insisted on walking just because she wanted to spend more time with Brittany on her birthday even if she, herself, doesn't feel well. The day had already been perfect. The last ten years of her life had been perfect with Santana on her side, and she couldn't ask for anything more. And right now, all Brittany wants to do is to take her fiancé home as soon as possible and take care of her.

"Do you want to ride me the rest of the way?" Brittany cuts through Santana's musings, making her realize she still hasn't pacified Brittany's concerns yet.

Santana bites her lip, a naughty smile trying to fight its way to the surface. "Wanky," she sing-songs, forgetting all her apprehensions for the meantime.

Brittany's eyes widen and her whole face immediately tints with embarrassment. "I meant like… you know… I can give you a piggyback ride or you know, carry you or something…"

Santana's smile turns into a full-blown laughter and her head tips back at Brittany's deer-in-the-headlights look. Brittany can't help the tender smile that formed in her lips as she watches Santana laugh at her expense. Santana, carefree is Santana at her most beautiful.

A smirk replaces the smile on thin lips as blue eyes narrows in on the still unaware Latina with mischief. Brittany crouches her upper body low and tackles Santana head on, standing up straight just as quickly as soon as she made contact.

Santana let out an "oof" sound as she feels Brittany's right shoulder hit her right across her lower stomach and she suddenly finds herself scooped up by a strong arm and the world is immediately turned upside-down. When she realizes what had happened, Santana shrieks in between renewed laughter as she thumps her small fists onto Brittany's back.

"Put me down, you goon!" she yells, trying to sound firm and annoyed but failing despite her best.

Brittany just continues to laugh victoriously as she holds on to the backs of Santana's thighs with one hand, the other inside her jean pocket, as she carries Santana on her shoulder like a handbag.

"Don't move around too much, Tana. You're giving the pretty old lady a show," Santana hears Brittany warn her around a laugh as the brunette continues to pound onto her fiancé 's back and sometimes poke at her sides to get the taller woman to release, but all to no avail. "Nice evening for a walk," Santana hears Brittany say conversationally to a stranger she walks past by.

An old lady comes into the Latina's view and grins back kindly at Santana, the one she assumes Brittany had greeted and implied before. "I'm really sorry for how my fiancé is acting. She's a caveman and she just joined civilization a while ago."

To Santana's further embarrassment, Brittany only grabs one of her ass cheeks and imitates the sound of a gorilla while pounding on her chest which earns a laugh from the amused woman and other passers-by.

xox

Santana's anxiety comes back in full force as they stand in front of their apartment door. Scrap that, Santana Lopez is actually terrified.

Brittany had only let her down when they got to the elevator of their building. Santana had been enjoying her date with Brittany considerably and Brittany made her laugh so much so she felt like she was about to puke what little meal she managed to eat due to her apprehension from before that she forgot what was waiting for them in their living room apartment. Somewhere along the way, the Latina decided against giving Brittany this gift in particular and thought it would be easier if she'd just tie a ribbon around her breasts and let Brittany have her way with her.

But Brittany already has the key jammed into the keyhole. Before Santana could say anything and make a lame excuse to get Brittany away from the apartment for a while as she removes all evidences of what she had planned for Brittany, the blonde had already opened the door wide and flicked the switch on revealing half of Santana's surprise.

Santana internally face-palmed.

xox

A/N #2: Anyway, I've been reading a few Brett stories and I'm loving it and now I'm like, "the more, the merrier." I'd appreciate it if my boy!Britt-loving readers could point me to some pictures of how they think Brittany would look like if she was a guy or if there's a manip of Horris somewhere on a hot guy's body, that would be swell. (Could you also perhaps point me in the direction of pics of uniformed!Brittany's (army, cop, etc) if there are any?)

So now I have a little POLL for you guys: would you rather see

a) G!P Brittany

b) Genderswap!Brittany

in my first smut multi-chapter story?

It's still in the works and I think it would be wiser to write a clear outline for each chapter first such that I'd get to update quicker and not just grasp at straws at every chapter so. Help a girl out, why don't you. I'm more than open to both but since I'd be sharing them with you, it would be nice to know which you'd rather read. The more of you participating in this poll, the clearer reading I get of my readers' pulse. :)

Anyway, thanks for reading! :)