Brittany couldn't take her eyes off Santana's body. The way the Latina moved, the way her hips swayed gently and smoothly to the music playing quietly from the sterio made Brittany want to tackle her to the floor and kiss her. Santana glanced at the blonde and smiled at her, noticing she was staring intently and keenly at her with big, blue-gray eyes.

"You're beautiful, you know that San?" Brittany murmured, moving forward a couple of paces so the two girls were inches apart. Santana grinned broadly, placing a gentle peck on Brittany's awaiting lips and wrapping her tan arms around the slightly-taller girl's neck.

"Oh yeah?" Santana whispered suggestively, tracing tiny circles on the back of Brittany's feverish collar with her nails.

Brittany beamed without heisatation and settled her hands on Santana's hips, clenching for half-a-second on her warm sides. Santana chuckled and captured Brittany's lips in her own for a brief moment. Santana sighed contently, pulling away to gaze into Brittany's beautiful, glimmering eyes.

"You know what today is, Britt?" The black-haired girl asked and Brittany looked at her wonderingly, frowning slightly and curiously.

"...Tuesday...?"

"No-yes but, that's not it. Good guess though."

Santana giggled and Brittany snickered a little too, nuzzling Santana's cheek happily.

"Actually, it's the anniversery of the first time we ever kissed. Remember?" Santana said and blunt realization struck Brittany in the face and blushed harshly over her fair-skinned cheeks.

"Oh no! I forgot San! I didn't even get you a present!" Brittany whimpered, looking ashamed of herself as Santana furrowed her brow slightly.

"Britt..."

"San, I'm sorry! I should have written it down! But then I forgot to write it down so I could remember. Then I tried to write myself a note so I could remember to write it down so I would remember. But...I forgot." Brittany mumbled, ignoring or simply not noticing Santana's wide smile.

The Latina laughed out loud as Brittany stared, dumbstruck as she realized Santana was grinning hugely right in front of her.

"Babe, no. It's not that type of anniversery. It's just a type of anniversery where we remember and we look back on how all of this," Santana released her hold on Brittany's neck to gesture to the apartment around them that they both shared.

"Happened in the first place," The tanned girl finished, kissing Brittany as the girl contemplated this for a moment. Brittany allowed Santana to kiss her pouty lips for a second time before replying.

"You don't remember how we got our apartment, San? But...We just signed the lease a week ago. And that fat landlord tried to grab my butt and you shoved him against the wall and screamed in his face. Remember now?" The cute blonde said smiling innocently and Santana laughed loudly again and pulled the girl impossibly closer to her body by her hand.

"I remember. And if that asshole ever tries to touch you again, you just tell me. Okay? I'll kick his ass from New York to LA. That douche bag dosen't get to touch you, because you're mine." Santana breathed, her lips ghosting over Brittany's just enough for the blonde girl to whimper longingly. Santana smiled teasingly, enjoying herself as she denied Brittany the kiss the girl leaned in for ever so slyly.

"But that's not what I mean, I'm talking about you and me. When I say remember, I mean reflect on how far you and I have come. I mean, High School was back then and this is now. We escaped Lima, moved to New York and we're both going to awesome colleges. Someday, you're going to show all the big hollywood stars what dancing truly is. And...I'm going to figure out what I'm going to do, eventually. I guess what I'm trying to say is," Santana took a deep breath as Brittany's large, orb-like eyes travelled over her face.

"We're still together, even after all this time. I never thought that when we were making out in the locker room, we'd end up here; we'd end up with each other after everything was all over. Everything meaning the fucking drama of high school. I guess I never really thought it would, or I guess, could ever happen." Santana confessed softly and Brittany smiled gently, leaning in to place a warm kiss on Santana's lips.

Even after being together since they were sixteen, three years, Santana still got butterflies whenever Brittany's lips touched hers.

"You're cute. But, I knew this would last from the very beginning." Brittany giggled and Santana leaned their foreheads together when their lips detached.

"You have way more faith than I do, quiero... mi bella bailarina Tanto es." Santana murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Brittany looked at her curiously and Santana smiled weakly, curling a piece of long, blonde hair around her finger.

"It means 'I love you so much, my beautiful dancer.'" Santana answered in response, chuckling as Brittany's adorable, angelic face flushed a bright-red color. Santana smiled weakly, standing on her tip toes slightly to place a kiss on the fair-skinned girl's forehead.

"I love you too, San. I'd say it in Spanish but I failed Mr. Shue's class..." Brittany tittered quietly, looking at the floor shamefully and Santana rolled her eyes but laughed along with her girlfriend.

Brittany's hands, resting on Santana's curvy hips, wriggled downward and slipped nimbly in the Latina's back pockets, cupping the girl's butt. Santana giggled, loving the feeling of Brittany's hands on her even though the demin seperated their skin.

"Quinn and Rachel are going to be here any minute..." Brittany murmured as a response to Santana's own hands working their way down the blonde's body, undoubtably in the direction of her zipper.

Santana flashed Brittany a sly, wicked grin. With Rachel and Brittany both at Juilliard and Quinn and Santana at NYU, they often hung out on days where school work didn't totally drown them. And since it was Winter Break for all the girl's, they had more time to kill and hang out with each other. But the tan girl did not even heisatate or stop in any way. If anything, Santana continued her frugal attempt to get her fingers down Brittany's pants, totally ignoring her girlfriend's words.

"So what? We can have a quickie before they even come knocking." Santana purred, un-doing the cute girl's jeans with ease.

Santana smiled evilly again before running Brittany over to the stone wall of their apartment and pinning the blonde there. Brittany considered arguing for a moment and explaining that neither Rachel nor Quinn was ever late to anything. And it was only five minutes until they were supposed to come and call. But she silenced herself when Santana's lip collided roughly and heatidly with her own, forming and fitting together as if marbled to.

"Plus, it's our little anniversey, Britt. We have to at least have some fun today. At least, before Berry fucks me up with her irritating voice and I keel over and die." Santana added breathlessly, stopping only a second to utter this before running her tongue along Brittany's pouty bottom lip.

Brittany couldn't figure out whether she wanted to moan in pleasure from this action or giggle as Santana's touch tickled her ever so slightly. Santana's cool hands slid up and down Brittany's stomach, feeling tensed ab muscles, overlooking her unzipped pants for a little while longer. Brittany's hand were out of Santana's pockets not a millasecond later, ripping open Satana's button-up shirt and pulling the Latina's zipper and pants down just enough. And, as if she could read Santana hungry, dirty thoughts, her hands snaked their way back to the girl's butt and into blazing-hot, demin pockets, cupping and kneading harshly.

"I'm curious to see how that new bra you bought looks when I strip it off your body." Santana growled hoarsely, dragging her lips gruffly down to Brittany's jawline where she nipped and licked at the tender skin there.

Her finger's fiddled with the bottom hem of Brittany's bra, tugging at it tauntingly and sneaking the tips of her fingers underneath so she grazed the curve of Brittany's breasts. Brittany whimpered, her hands still very much shoved into Santana's back pockets. Brittany squeezed, digging her fingers into Santana's ass and gripping tightly at it through the demin. Santana squealed mid-kiss.

"You jerk!" Santana puffed, still out of breath.

The Latina licked her lips just as Brittany pulled her desperately closer, inhaling heavy, sweet-hot breath into her mouth only centimeters away. Brittany flashed Santana a naughty grin, rubbing her hands up and down inside the black-haired girl's back pockets roughly. Santana gasped. She had her arms locking Brittany, unable to escape, against the wall, her body rigid and her muscles tight. Then, as if the man upstairs loved to see her suffer, Santana heard the sounds of incessive knocking on the front door.

"Damn Berry and fucking Fabray," Santana grumbled, trying hopelessly to get Brittany to ignore the two young women standing just beyond the door.

Santana's lips found Brittany's again, despite the tall blonde's protest; her fingers traced back from the wall to her girlfriend's hips and then to the blonde's already undone pants.

"San..."

"Shhhh..." Santana hushed Brittany with a deep, rich and delicious kiss than enticed a long, pleasurable moan from the tall and very turned-on girl.

Santana had just felt with her trembling fingertips the top-most delicate, trimmed lace of Brittany's panties before the knocking started up again.

"Santana! Stop feeling up Brittany for a second and let us in! It's freaking cold as hell in this damn apartment hallway!" Quinn's voice called irritabily from outside the door though Santana could hear the tamed amusement in her ringing voice.

She could also hear Rachel Berry, annoying as fuck, mutter something Santana did not catch in a quiet, teasing voice and Quinn giggled flirtaciously.

Santana almost threw up right then and there. Those two were so fucking cute it was vomit-inducing.

Santana growled dangerously. Detaching herself grudgingly from everything Brittany, stomping towards the living room from the little area near the front door, wanting to get as far away as possible from her unwanted guests. Brittany sighed lightly, looking bemused, watching Santana as the girl trudged through the archway and out of sight looking pissed.

"It's open!" Brittany called cheerily though her voice availed her slight displeasure at her two friend's inconvient arrival time.

The tall, lanky but muscular, blonde-headed girl scampered quickly through the doorway and into the kitchen, doing-up her pants, passing Santana who was pouting on one of the couches.

"I hope you girls are decent!" Called the loud, high-pitched voice of Rachel Berry.

"You guys have the absolute worst timing!" Santana replied loudly as the distinct sounds of a front door opening and slamming shut echoed through the apartment.

Santana zipped up her jeans quickly, rebottoning everything and trying desperately to fix her wild hair with a sweaty hand. Quinn, tracking in a bit of snow from the outside winter wonderland that was New York, rolled her eyes as she walked in, noticing Santana doing this. She was dragging Rachel by her hand behind her. The short brunette Rachel Berry looked a little unsure as Santana nodded a hurrid greeting to Quinn but glowered menacingly in her general direction. They had never exactly been friends in High School and they both figured college would be no different. Santana hated to admit it but, Rachel was sometimes smart. She was trying to stay clear of Santana and get as far away as physically possible from her. That was rather ingenius of the annoying Rachel Snotface Berry. Santana silenty applauded that.

If they were all still in High School, this moment would be Santana's cue to make a stuck-up and snarky comment about Rachel's outfit or the fact she resembled a man-hobbit. But Brittany was like...Best friends with her and she was going out with Quinn now who Santana admittably liked. So, maybe she could try not to voice the spit-fire of insults that burrowed themselves in her brain and be a little nicer to the smurf. Santana glared at Rachel as the girl began to hum. Old habits die fast when her whole High School reputation was structured from insulting the brunette. Santana would do absolutely anthing for Brittany (She claims she's not "whipped" but she totally is) but becoming friends with Rachel or being nice to her in any way was going to be a definent toughie.

"You two go at it like rabbits, I swear. Every single time we come over, you're in the middle of something neither Rachel nor I ever want to walk in on. I mean, even in High School you guys fingered each other like, everyday in the locker room in front of everyone. Don't even think I don't remember. Though, I desperately wish I could forget." Quinn said shuddering just slightly for effect, smirking at Santana as the tanned girl narrowed her piercingly-dark eyes at her.

"Says the chick who broke the seal and then got herself knocked up. You're one to talk about keeping it your skirt, Quinn. So I like doing my girlfriend in the privacy of my own home now. Someone, arrest me, please, since it's such a crime!" Santana snapped sarcastically in defense and Rachel chuckled nervously, taking a seat tentatively across from her on the other black, leather couch.

"What's going on?"

Brittany had entered the room, grinning broadly, skipping quickly and joyfully over to Santana's side, her brow wiped of any trace of the beads of sweat that had recently covered her skin. Santana noticed that the blonde must have been fixing her crazy hair into a smooth ponytail and zipping up her jeans all the while she was gone. She looked hot when she was flustered. But then again, Santana couldn't recall a time when Brittany wasn't extremely 'smokin.

"Quinn says we go at it like rabbits." Santana said smuggly, folding her arms and shifting her weight onto one leg, cocking her hip, eyeing Brittany.

"Go at what?"

"Sex, she says we have sex way too much." Santana uttered smoothly, giving Brittany an all-too-obvious wink, knowing exactly what the girl would say. Brittany grinned back slyly.

"It's not that we have sex too much Quinn. It's just you two don't have it enough." Brittany giggled and Santana nodded in agreement, smirking and still looking ridculously smug.

Quinn goggled for a moment, unprepared for such a thing to be said. The blonde's mouth was slightly agape, contemplating a response.

"Not true, not true! We have plenty of sex, believe me! I jump Rach's bones constantly, you have no idea!" Quinn blurted, snorting as if it was soooo obvious. Rachel cleared her throat suddenly, smacking at Quinn, trying to get her to shut up; but not before flashing her a look that clearly said, "Oh my god, you idiot!"

"Hypocrite!" Santana coughed loudly and very un-descretly, grinning evilly at Quinn who had only just realized what she had confessed.

Quinn's eyes widened in shock and she went to say something else but thankfully, shut her big mouth before she could stupidly spill another deeply personal thing.

"Nice job Quinn, real nice." Rachel huffed, rolling her eyes exaperately at her girlfriend, sighing in silent surrender. Quinn ignored her comment, sinking down on the cushion next to Rachel looking absolutely deflated.

"Okay, now that we've all had a chance to pretty much discuss our sex lives..." Santana started to say but she trailed off distantly as Brittany's hands found the small of her back and outlined dilatory shapes over her shirt with the soft pads of her fingers.

Good thing too because Santana was about to go into the fact that Quinn's skirt was on backwards. Perhaps a quickie on the road between the two biggest hypocrites and prudes ever?

Santana did not doubt it one bit.

No one seemed to notice Brittany's hands on Santana; Quinn was still looking bluntly and admittably ashamed and Rachel was watching her closely, seemingly enjoying herself as her girlfriend fought to keep from looking into her eyes.

"We're watching 'Funny Girl' by the way, everyone. Brittany recently informed me, in a strangely calm manner, that neither she nor you, Santana has ever watched it before. I must say, I am deftly ashamed of you two." Rachel piped in after a few seconds of glaring silence.

The adoring moment between Santana and Brittany, as the two girls stared off and got lost in each other's eyes, was broken. Santana seemed to slowly drink in what Rachel had said before anyone else could.

"Hell no! We are not watching anything with Barbra what's-her-face Streisand in it! I get creeped out enough when we go to your place and she's grinning back at me from every wall! Absolutely not! Freaking veto that shit!" Santana declared quickly and loudly before Brittany could happily accept or Berry could rope Quinn into helping convince her.

Rachel sat very still, pouting for a moment, crossing her arms over her chest, looking distressed and discheveled.

"San, I wanna watch it." Brittany prodded after a pause, poking at Santana lightly on her neck where she knew she was ticklish.

As Brittany touched her, she had to force a scowl on her face to keep the laughter from bubbling contagiously to the surface. Santana glanced over at Quinn who looked at her with pleading eyes, silently explaining that she would never hear the end of it when they got home if they didn't watch the damn movie right this friggin second.

Santana made a mental note to stop being so nice to everyone. She was seriously turning into a real sap...It was gross.

Brittany was still walking her fingertips across Santana skin and giggling devilishly, making a seductive-sort of sound in the back of her throat that made Santana's inner thighs throb.

Damn Brittany and her knowledge of...Pretty much everything about Santana.

...And her ability to make her do anything she wanted.

And that, is exactly how they all ended up piling on the couches and watching "Funny Girl." Santana looking pissed (Clearly thinking FML over and over again), Quinn looking rather bored (Most likely because she was basically Rachel's bitch and never argued when Rachel made her watch it.), and Rachel looking happily excited even though she had probably watched the stupid film at least a hundred-plus times. Brittany looked a little out-of-it and dazed and sleepy and Santana immediately knew why.

They had stayed up pretty much all night after Santana came to watch Brittany and a few dancers that went to Juilliard with her (But mostly Brittany of course) who had sort of recruited her for a small dance group. Apparently, they were planning on competing somewhere and were just finishing up coming up with their routines. There were only two simple words to describe Brittany when she danced:

Fucking. Sexy.

Let's just say after an hour of watching Brittany dance her ass off and being turned on that entire hour, Santana ensured they pretty much shook the whole apartment building when they got home. The neighbors would probably never let them live that down, they had complained all that morning about the noise. It was most definently worth it though, despite the slight bruising all over their bodies and the fact they both had a hard time walking correctly. But hey, at least they didn't pull over on the side of the road and do the nasty until dawn like Santana had originally wanted to.

"You tired, baby?" Santana cooed quietly partway through the movie, stroking Brittany's hair behind her ear lovingly as the blonde leaned up against her, her head nestled on Santana's shoulder.

"Mhmm, exhausted." Brittany gurgled drowsily, her eyes fluttering as she began to doze off.

"Want me to get Rachel and Quinn to leave so you can sleep? I'm sure they wouldn't mind." Santana asked lightly, turning her head ever so slightly and placing a sweet, fleeting kiss on Brittany's cool temple.

"They look...Distracted anyway." She added, glancing at Quinn and Rachel as they worked their fingers noticably down each other's thighs, they're eyes locked on the screen, appearing a little glazed-over.

Rachel looked as if she was on the verge of supressing a low moan from escaping from her lips as Quinn's hand sneaked higher up her leg, nails digging in just enough to make the brunette gasp. Santana smirked, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

Fucking hypocrites.

"No, it's okay. But you're so hot when you're all sweet and protective, San." Brittany murmured sleepily, stroking at Santana's face clumsily through her haze of exhaustion.

Santana grinned cheekily, closing her eyes and enjoying Brittany's slow and lingering touch on her skin.

"Think so?" Santana hissed quietly, nipping at Brittany's ear lightly, sucking gently on the tips. Brittany giggled through the tired fog and Santana felt her body warm-up considerably, her heart jolting at the sweet sound of Brittany's tinkling laughter.

"Mhmmm...But you're always so sexy, San." Brittany added, yawning and smacking her lips against Santana front, breathing heavily.

Santana grinned again, she couldn't hold it back even if she hot-glued a frown on her face. It was that moment, that one, singular moment that might seem so regular to everyone else that Santana truly found herself loving life. She had an amazing girlfriend who she loved and who loved her back absolutely and unconditionally and everything was aye-okay in the world. Santana paused.

Dang, she really was turning into a big, weepy bitch.

"You're so cute, B." Santana chuckled, kissing Brittany's pink cheeks and taking in the girl's sensual and intoxicating scent like a drug.

"I know," Brittany replied simply, craning her neck just slightly so as to place a delicious, fleeting kiss on Santana's lips.

Santana smiled a small, weak smile and continued to caress Brittany's cheek as the exhausted girl drifted off into a deep sleep. She was so engrossed with watching Brittany, chest moving up and down steadily, dream that she had completely forgotten Quinn and Rachel were even there. She glanced over at the two, remembering their prescence suddenly only to see the two staring at her in a creepy manner.

"What?" Santana snapped, her brow furrowing as both just kept staring and smiling at her; it was kind of freaking her out a bit. Quinn and Rachel both flashed her smug, little grins and Santana rolled her eyes as Quinn smirked.

"You seriously love her, don't you?" Quinn said surprised, looking distantly astonished at the range of affection Santana was prepared to go to to see Brittany happy. Santana narrowed her eyes for half a second before easing up her harsh gaze.

"Duh, Fabray."

Was all Santana could grumble without gushing how totally in love she was with the blonde girl cuddled against her. Quinn smirked again but there was no smugness in the way she did it, only admiration.

"Who ever thought Santana Lopez, former ice queen of High School, could ever love? I certainly didn't way back when." Rachel piped in, taking Quinn's hand in her own and the two girl's eyes settled on Brittany's sleeping figure.

"Whatever, I've always loved Brittany. You guys were just too stupid to see it." Santana huffed irritabily and Quinn choked back a loud laugh and Rachel beamed in humorous response.

"Oh trust me Santana, we ALL saw it. You just sucked at showing it any other way than through sex." Quinn chuckled matter-of-factly, squeezing Rachel's hand clasped tightly in her own, staring adoringly at the brunette for a brief moment.

"Whatever." Santana mumbled, returning her attention to Brittany slumped at her shoulder, her long arms wrapped around Santana's midsection. But somewhere, she knew the two young women had a point.

"I love you, Brittany." The Latina whispered, determined to make it clear to Quinn, Rachel and hell, the whole freaking world that she loved the blonde girl intangled in her grasp. Santana pressed a kiss on the head of her sleeping girlfriend who stirred just slightly at this action.

"I love you too, San. You were always my favorite. Plus, you so hot and you always smell really, really good." Brittany gurgled, her quiet words muffled as she fidgetted, her mouth covered momentarily as she pressed a chaste kiss to Santana's shoulder.

Saying Santana merely "smiled" at Brittany's heart-felt, drowsy confession would be a major understatement by far. Santana Lopez grinned a smile that had only ever been shown on the first day she and Brittany Pierce had ever kissed. Santana often regretted that kiss during the countless days of High School, especially in a stupid small-town like Lima. Now, she regretted ever regretting it in the first place; it seemed so stupid. If she had never kissed Brittany Pierce back during Freshmen year, she would never have discovered she was completely in love with the girl.

Maybe Santana was turning into a real fucking sap and perhaps she was a tad bit whipped.

But, hell.

She'd let Brittany lash her with a leather rope anyday.


To be continued. Review Please!