"We haven't been out in the longest time!" Brittany exclaimed as she reached for Santana's hand.

"It's true. I'm so excited! Where are you taking me?" Santana asked excitedly.

"Oh, you'll see." Brittany responded. "I think you'll like it. Are you ready to go?"

"I'm always ready to go where you're going." Santana giggled.

As they opened the door, they realized it was raining. Brittany quickly grabbed an umbrella and held it over Santana's head. They walked down the street, and entered Breadstix.

"Wow!" Santana said, dumbfounded. She knew that it must have taken ages for Brittany to book the reservation.
As they walked into the restaurant, a waiter came and showed the two to the private back room of Breadstix. But as they walked in, a thought occurred to Santana.

"Shit." Santana muttered. She didn't have anything to carry some bread home in, as was her usual routine.

Brittany ordered for the both of them, and Santana sat there, distracted. "How am I going to take some bread sticks home?" she wondered. The thought haunted her through the whole dinner.

"Are you okay?" Brittany asked, noting Santana's distraught look.

"Mhm." Santana murmured quietly.

"Okay." Brittany said. "Well, I'm going to go to the washroom. I'll be right back."

Santana nodded her head. As soon as Brittany left, she threw some bread sticks in her purse. She couldn't take as many as she usually did, but one basket would have to do. One... Four... Nine... Oh no! There was one stick left in the basket, and it wouldn't fit in her purse!

Santana had a solution. She could put it up there. But could she? No, that was so wrong! How could she ever fathom doing that? But at the same time, it would work. But did she have the time before Brittany came back from the bathroom? She quickly took everything off and stuck it in. Oh my... she thought. It felt surprisingly... good.

"I'm back!" Brittany yelped in a singsong voice.

"Welcome back!" Santana jolted up from her seat.

"Well, I'll pay this time, since you got the shrimp. It wouldn't be right to make you pay." Brittany said jokingly. She got up from her seat, and Santana quickly followed. She had all this energy being released inside. Who would have thought that carbs could burn themselves?

When they got home, Santana put all the bread sticks except for one on the counter. She ran to the bathroom, she needed relief. Santana locked the door and ran the bread stick in and out until she couldn't take it anymore, and she burst into one of the most intense orgasms of her life. But she got tired, so she fell asleep on the bathroom floor.

"Santana…?" Brittany knocked on the bathroom door. But there was no reply. Confused, she assumed that she had ended up in the wrong house, and left to look for her girlfriend.

The next morning, Santana woke up. She began to realize and accept all the feelings that she had for bread. Was it cheating? Can I get a yeast infection? Santana wondered. The feelings that she had weren't for a person, so she decided that it was fine. She just had to hide the feelings. It was a temporary thing! Santana decided to get dressed, and go to work. On her way out, she bumped into Brittany, coming back into the house.

"I found you!" Brittany cried.

Santana realized that Brittany thought she was missing when she was in the bathroom the whole time. She felt horrible, and even worse because of the bread. But the bread made her feel so good! She decided to make breakfast for Brittany. Bacon, eggs, NO TOAST. She needed to clear her mind of all kinds of bread. At that moment, Brittany entered the washroom.

"Santana, why is there a soggy bread stick on the floor?" she asked.

Alright so I know this fic is a little off the wall, but it ends well i promise (I've already got it planned out). My friend and I started writing it for fun, but i thought others might enjoy it. This is (our) first fic so please feedback is appreciated. Please story alert, comment ect. It's really really appreciated.