A/N: To hmp: When I looked on the website, it was unclear if it was an undergrad or a graduate…especially as I'm not familiar with the US system, but I've changed it. Thanks for the correction :D

All mistakes are my own (no beta ect) so let me know if you spot any glaring ones :)

I hope you all enjoy this, thanks to gleeeeeeeek89 for keeping me motivated haha, also reviews would be crazy appreciated. Please? ^.^

Berkeley, California: September 2012:

Santana, followed by her parents, kept glancing between the neatly folded square of paper in her hand and the hallway she was walking along. In her other hand, she was half dragging half carrying her bag, while her father carried a box of kitchen utensils and her mother had two spare blankets and the pillow that somehow always managed to smell like Brittany squashed in her arms. They climbed up to the second floor and Santana quickened her pace in excitement. This was her floor; she was approaching what was going to be her room for at least the next year. The corridor stretched impossibly long before her, a wide maw ready to swallow her, each door a sharpened tooth ready to pierce her and never let go.

She slowed about halfway along the corridor and stopped in front of one of the closed doors, heavily knotted wood with many shinny spots from years of greased fingers touch and small notches missing all along the frame. A small corkboard, empty even of pins and oddly intimidating hung above the number 2-5 that surrounded the peep hole. She looked back down to the paper in her hand again before turning towards her parents and leaning her bag against the wall. "This is my room."

Her father nodded absentmindedly trying to the hide the tears that were threatening at the edges of his eyes while her mother smiled gleefully, more than excited for all three of them. Santana looked between both of her parents before she nodded once and reached for the handle. It was cool and rough underneath her palm, but she gripped her fingers firmly around it, pulling downwards and pushing.

The room was smaller than she expected, especially as it was so sparsely furnished, and there was only a single desk. She frowned slightly, hopping that whoever her roommate was, they would be willing to work out a schedule for the desk use.

"Hey, it's bigger than my first room. Remember Sofia?" Sofia smiled, her cheeks turning a shade darker before nodding. "Although, you may have to be accommodating with the desk Santana, you can't get a new room just because you can't reach a compromise."

Santana smirked. "I know dad. And, um thanks for helping me get my stuff and driving up with me." Both Dr Lopez' smiled at the clumsy way Santana was trying to express a heartfelt goodbye and thanks.

Carlos pulled his daughter in for a bear hug, before he reached out an open hand for Sofia, who slightly more hesitantly, placed her arm around Santana's shoulders and kissed the crown of her head. "You'll have an amazing time here Santana, and you're close to Brittany, but fair enough away to be your own people too. I know you don't like being away from her, but it was a mature and wise decision to let yourselves settle in for a little while." Santana nodded into his shoulder and felt her mother's arm squeeze a little tighter.

"Okay, well, we are going to go, you won't need our help to unpack your things, especially as you may have to move them around when your roommate gets here anyway." Sofia's voice was curt, but her smile was soft and her eyes were shinning slightly and Santana pulled her in for a short, tight hug and kissed her cheek.

"Yeah, and I'll um, see you guys at Thanksgiving." They both nodded, and Carlos hugged her once more before they both walked back out into the corridor, closing the door behind them.

As soon as she had unpacked the essentials she would need over the next couple of days (she always hated unpacking, but, before Brittany would always be there to do it for her) she slumped down on her bed, sighing loudly. After several minutes of staring at the ceiling, she decided to go for a run and try and work off some of her nervous energy.

The planned forty-five minute run, took her close to four hours.

There were just so many beautiful buildings. Clean, white brick, towering high above her with dark pink roofs, entrances that even Finnocence would have no problem fitting through, steps surrounded by trees with fragile pink blossoms on them that made the air around her hum with their perfume, intricate, delicate mouldings and additions to otherwise plain bricks.

She was in awe.

And she hadn't even stepped inside one of the buildings yet.

She was also trying to think how she could hide the fact that she had a penis to her roommate. Someone she was likely to be spending a fair amount of time with, and wearing compression pants all the time was both bad for her health and incredibly uncomfortable. Plus, when Brittany came to visit it would be almost impossible to hide how her body reacted to her girlfriend.

Shit.

What if her roommate was homophobic? Santana stopped abruptly, her knee twinging uncomfortably at the suddenness, before she shook her head at herself. That wouldn't be a problem, not in California, and not when she would be able to request a room change if that happened.

It was getting significantly darker, and Santana decided that continuing her run around a campus that was both huge and completely foreign to her, would be a bad idea. So she turned and headed back, once again letting her gaze linger on the buildings she passed, soaking in the shadows they threw and how the dying light reflected off some of them. She reached the doorway of her dorm, and pulled at her loose running shorts, making sure nothing was obvious before pushing the door open. She took the stairs two at a time, so preoccupied trying to think of all the ways she could hide her addition that she surprised herself when she reached her door. She unlocked it and pushed it open, thoughts still churning, when her hand registered she was pressing on paper. She lifted her hand slightly, seeing an official looking envelope taped to her door.

Her heart stopped.

The letter was going to tell her that this was a mistake. She wasn't smart enough to be here, let alone on her course.

She was too much of a freak, and the university had decided that they didn't want her type here.

There were better, nicer, more useful people that they would rather have at the university instead of her and she had an hour to clear out and go back to Lima.

She still couldn't breathe properly, still poised in the doorway, when she felt her phone vibrate on her hip. It shook her out of her internal panic, and she ripped the envelope from the door, walking into the room and kicking the door shut behind her.

She looked at the screen of her phone, a smile teasing at her lips as she pressed accept. "Oh my God Sanny! This place is AMAZING!" Santana couldn't help her laugh at Brittany's enthusiasm, then the background noises registered with Santana.

"Wait, B, are you at a party?"

"Suuure am! My roommate, she was here last year, but had to repeat with her change of major…or something, either way, she has lots of friends and invited all the new people on our course and most of the floor, and the floor above. And below." Santana dropped onto her bed, fingering the still sealed envelope; of course Britt would have made friends on the first day. "I just wanted to call my gorgeous girlfriend and check that she was okay before I got either too drunk to work my phone, or too tired to work my phone, or something." Brittany's voice was already slightly slurred and the way she kept rambling suggested she was already half way to drunk.

"You mean like call the wrong person for phone sex?" Santana's voice was amused as she thought back.

Lima: Early 2012:

Rachel heard a phone vibrate on the table, and huffed, glaring at Tina, Santana and Mercedes for daring to leave their phone on during their important 'Let's get Mr Shue married' planning session, when she realised it was her own.

She picked it up without even looking at the screen as the other three girls returned to the sheets spread over the bed covered with scribbles in many scripts and many colours, already disinterested, sure that it was just Finn. "Hello?" Her voice was subdued from her surprise, and before she could open her mouth to repeat her greeting, the person on the other end of the line spoke.

"I am so horny right now S." Rachel's mouth popped open in a small 'o' shape, unable to stop the continuing flow of words into her ear. "Like, soaked. I want you so bad, I would love to pull at your hair as you go down on me, I know how much you love that. And your tongue is crazy talented, that I know I scream your name as I come. Then I would totally return the favour, pushing you onto your back, then slide down your body, maybe stopping at your tits, my hand going into your boxers –"

"Stop! Oh God Brittany stop!" Rachel's yell caused all three of them to look up at her in surprise, and at the sound of her girlfriend's name, Santana's eyes went wide, instantly darting forward to pull the phone from Rachel's ear.

"B! Why are you calling Manhands?"

"Sanny?" Brittany's voice was confused, and extremely slurred. "Wait…why do you sound different? And why didn't you play sweet lady sexy phone times with me?" Even through her obvious inebriation, Brittany managed to work a hurt pout into her voice.

"Because, Hunny, you rang Manhands, not me. Wait. You," Santana narrowed her eyes and glanced around the room before turning her back on the others and lowering her voice. "You were trying to have phone sex with her? Shit Brittany! What did you say?"

"Um…I don't really remember S, my memory left me about 4 shots and 5 mixed drinks ago. Mike, Puck and Sam and um, oh! Me, we were walking on the…no, wait working on the choreography but then Puck starting pouring shots and we got distracted. Then I got horny, but you weren't here so I had to call you." Santana felt her shoulders tense, thinking of all the ways she could explain away anything…unexpected Brittany might have said. Brittany could tell that Santana was annoyed with her, but she couldn't quite figure out why (even though she was sure she should know). "I'm sorry Sanny. I really don't remember. I think I'm just going to go to sleep, Mike said I could share his bed 'cos he loves Tina so he said that you don't have to worry about him doing anything." Santana grunted slightly, which Brittany took as agreement before she whispered. "I love you Santana."

Santana sighed. If she had let anything slip, it wasn't Brittany's fault. She would still be sure to slap Puck around the head tomorrow, though. "I love you too B. Get some sleep, and tell Mike, if he ever wants to have children with Tina, he will keep his hands to himself. Night." Santana disconnected, before taking a deep breath and stalking over towards Rachel. She towered over the still seated girl and put her hands on her hips, best Head Cheerio glare securely plastered on. "What. Did. Brittany. Say. To. You. Exactly. Plain English, no Berry-ramblings. Go."

Rachel's eyes widened and her face and neck flushed a deep red. Santana would have laughed at how embarrassed she was if the situation wasn't so serious. Rachel swallowed loudly before she answered. "Um she said that she um wanted me, you, and that she was um," Rachel glanced at the others before lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Soaked for me, you, and that she would scream my, your, name and wanted to pull my, your, hair as I, you, um, went, um," Rachel pointed down her body and Santana nodded once to show she understood. Rachel was mortified, and closed her mouth with a snap.

"Anything else?"

"Um, she started talking about what she wanted to do to me, um, you," Santana's eyes widened, and Rachel was sure she saw a flicker of fear pass through her eyes. "But I stopped her! That's when I yelled and you took the phone. I promise all I heard was that she wanted to return the favour. I promise on…on," Rachel swung her head around her room desperately. "On my Barbara ultimate collection I stopped her before she said anything about you!" Santana stared Rachel down, until she was sure that she had told her everything and the truth before she stepped back to where Tina and Mercedes were sat with a look of shook plastered on their face.

"Fine. You will not tell anyone about this." All three nodded. "Oh, and Tina, I hope you trust your man, because he and Britt are sharing a bed." It was almost worth the shocked look on Tina's face.

Almost.

Berkeley, California: September 2012:

"One time Sanny! One time and you won't let me forget!" Brittany tried to sound offended, but her giggle burst through anyway.

Santana couldn't help the small snort of laughter either. "Looking back on it, it was pretty funny listening to Berry try and talk about sex. She went so red, like her whole face and her neck. I'll let you go and enjoy your party B. I love you. Speak to you tomorrow yeah?"

"Promise S. Just not too early. I love you too Santana. Sweet dreams my beautiful lady." Brittany disconnected the conversation, and Santana looked at her phone, smiling slightly. Suddenly the letter, still unopened in her hand, flooded back and the serenity slipped from her system like slick un-lathered soap, a cold sweat prickling at her skin. She ripped the envelope open, figuring the quicker she got it over and done with, the least like home this place would feel, and surprisingly steady hands pulled out the single sheet.

'Dear Miss Lopez,

The housing faculty have decided, that given your unusual physical anatomy and the accompanying requirements, you will have your own room. We hope that this will allow you to tell whom you wish when you wish and will enable you to remain confident and happy, able to fully enjoy your time at this school. Should there be any problems please, don't hesitate to contact your dorm leader, posted on the main notice board on your dorm floor.

Bernadette Hanley

Head of Housing'

Santana read the letter several times before the words sunk in. She couldn't believe her luck, not only was she not getting kicked out, she was getting her own room. Because the faculty realised how much of a problem her appearance could be due to other people's bigotry. She couldn't believe how different this school was; although all the faculty had had to know about her addition at McKinley (unfortunately, they had to just in case there was ever an accident or an emergency) but Santana could tell that she disgusted many of the teachers and some would even go as far as to hint at it during classes.

They would never have thought about how difficult this was for her. Except, surprisingly for Sue Sylvester (although Santana wasn't naïve enough to believe that it was only because of what Santana could do for Sue and not really out of any real kindness) who would often interrupt teachers before their hints became closer to statements.

She smiled goofily as she stepped into the small shower, singing loudly, a warm happy tingling feeling spreading throughout her body, that for once, had very little to do with Brittany, and everything to do with getting out of Lima.

Santana loved her classes.

Like, adored them.

In her politics, gender studies and LGBT studies classes she got to debate with everyone, including her professors. They didn't mind what her opinion was, that was the point of the classes, so long as she listened to others (and, when they weren't attacking her, she was actually a really good listener). And the best thing was, she wasn't just brushed aside as a loud mouthed bitch, and she didn't feel the need to hide her sexuality, she was respected.

Her opinion was respected.

Her English Literature classes allowed her to explore and discuss and pick at writers from all time periods, picking them apart to find new meanings to the words. And the logic in her biology classes was calming and completely different from all of her others.

She loved her classes.

But she missed Cheerios.

For the first month, she would watch as many practises as possible at Berkeley from on top of the bleachers; but soon that was too hard making her heart ache, and she stopped. She was able to be on the Cheerios due to a surprisingly sympathetic Sue Sylvester, although, in hindsight, Santana figured that Sue allowed her on the team for the benefits her slightly elevated testosterone levels could provide. But here, at Berkeley, whether she could compete or not, wasn't down to one person, and there was no way she could pass the physical and medical tests.

Plus, there were no single person showers (Sue always was good at diverting as much money as she wanted into her Cheerios' fund, and when Santana started, Sue installed enough showers for every single Cheerio to have her own) or no Brittany to keep look out for her, and suddenly jump between Santana's crotch and whoever was interrupting them.

She had spoken to Brittany about this after the first couple of weeks, her frustration and disappointment that had been simmering just below the surface suddenly exploding in loud sobs that originally shocked Brittany into silence.

"San? Santana what's wrong Hunny?" Santana tried to calm her tears, taking deep breaths which just shuddered back into sobs. "It's okay San, just, let it all out, I'm still here, I'm not going anywhere." Brittany continued cooing into the phone for almost half an hour before Santana had calmed herself completely. Brittany almost promised to travel to Berkeley, but she knew that Santana wouldn't want her to miss her classes and that by the time she had made to the train station, the journey and then getting from the station to Santana's dorm would take forever, almost to the point of uselessness.

"Oh God, I'm sorry Britt, you must think me pathetic. I just, I never thought I would, but I miss Cheerios. It felt really good to belong to something you know?"

"You're not pathetic. I could never think you were pathetic. I understand Sanny, I couldn't wait to join gymnastics here, and three of the dancing groups. Have you thought about joining any clubs Santana?"

Santana scoffed kicking half heartedly at the carpet. "Like what B? I can't join any of the sports teams, I joined the debate team, but I don't have anything in common with them. Except that I like to argue, and that doesn't make a great friendship."

Brittany laughed in agreement. "Yeah, that would be like you and Rachel being best friends."

"Exactly Britt."

"Well," Brittany paused, she didn't want to make Santana feel uncomfortable, but at the same time, she knew that this could be beneficial. "I um, joined a new club yesterday. And it's really good. I think that you would enjoy it."

"What club Britt?"

Brittany pulled at her comforter worriedly before she took a deep breath and puffed out. "LGBTQ."

Santana paused, from the hesitancy in Brittany voice she hadn't been sure that she had wanted to hear Brittany's suggestion. She smiled a little and turned towards her bedside table, where a bright orange flyer was tucked underneath her copy of Blake's 'Songs of Innocence and Experience'. "That's a good idea B. Why did you think I wouldn't like that suggestion. I'm out here, and I take an LGBT class."

Brittany shrugged on the other end of the phone, picking at the threads of her sweatpants before she remembered Santana couldn't see her. "I don't know. I mean, I know all that, but it just…it took you a long time to…be yourself, I –"

Santana closed her eyes, shame and self anger pulsing in the fingers holding the phone. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry I took so long to realise what we had and then I hid us until Finnept outed me. But I promise Britt, everyone not only knows I'm gay, but that I have a beautiful, smart, sexy girlfriend too. Who I'm madly in love with and madly proud of."

Brittany smiled, her face heating and cheeks reddening, even though Santana wasn't there. "So, you'll join?" Santana looked down at the flyer again, where 'Berkeley LGBTQ Association and Berkeley Gay Straight Alliance' was printed along the top.

"Yeah Britt, I will. Now, go to bed beautiful."

"You too, can't have your brain getting over tired. Sweet dreams Hunny. Love you."

"Love you too Britt."

Santana was standing outside a dark wood door, the beautifully smooth swirls twisting around pale knots and the fluorescent hallway lights reflecting her outline on the wood was intimidating and it remained stubbornly closed. The flyer was still gripped in her hand as she shuffled from foot to foot in order to work up the courage to open the door.

It wasn't that she ashamed of being gay, or to be seen around other queer people.

Not anymore.

She had gotten over that by necessity and a lot of help from Brittany when the advert was spread all across Ohio and her Abuela bared her from her home.

But this was new. She had never been around so many people who were gay or bisexual or transgender or any other form of sexuality and gender expression.

What if they didn't like her?

Or what if she wasn't gay enough, and they didn't believe her? She didn't want to have to spend her time defending and explaining herself; she was so sick of doing that.

What if none of them talked to her?

She had almost persuaded herself out of pushing through the door, when she felt someone watching her. She turned, readying herself for some snarky homophobic comment, but was instead met with a smiling blonde.

Who waved at her.

"Hi. You here for the LGBTQ club?" Santana nodded, then shrugged, nervously dropping her gaze and starting to twist and tear nervously at the bottom of the flyer. "Well, how about, you come in with me?" Santana's gaze instantly jumped back to the girl's eyes and she took a subconscious step back.

"I have a girlfriend." Santana's eyes flickered down the other girl's body. "Who is a much hotter blonde than you."

The girl laughed loudly before taking a step towards Santana, her hands raised as if in surrender. "That wasn't what I meant. I meant, how about you come into the meeting with me. I can introduce you to my friends. Purely plutonic." She put her hand over her heart holding the other outwards, palm facing Santana. "Honest."

Santana felt her face heat up, glad for her Latina skin preventing her blush from being obvious. "Oh, um, sorry…I didn't…sorry."

"Don't worry about. Alice Lanyon. Geography with a minor in Gender and Woman's Studies." She held out her hand, which Santana hesitantly reached out and shook.

"Santana Lopez. Undecided, but leaning towards Political Science."

Santana felt amazing. Absolutely amazing. Like she could walk on water and float with the clouds and sing with birds in the trees that she was constantly, beautifully surrounded by on campus. She couldn't even wait until she reached her dorm room before she rang Brittany.

"Hey San."

"Brittany Susan Pierce, you are a genius and the best girlfriend ever."

Brittany giggled softly. "Are you drunk Santana? It's only 9pm. And a Wednesday."

"No Britt, I just finished my first LBGT meeting. It was awesome. There were loads of people there, all on different courses and stuff, but it didn't matter, and I made a friend. She's called Alice. She's taking me out with her friends this weekend."

"Yeah?" Santana hummed in agreement. "I'm so pleased! Wait, she's not hotter than me right?"

"Pfft! Impossible B."

"Good. I'm glad you've made some friends Santana, and you better introduce me when I come to visit for Halloween!"

"Of course Britt."

Santana reached her room, unlocked it and collapsed into her desk chair, pushing at the desk edge so she was gently swaying side to side. She should probably start her essay that she had been putting off for the week or get an early night in preparation for the early morning run and class she had; but talking to Brittany was much more enjoyable.

Santana was fiddling nervously with her keys and alternatively pacing along the platform and burning holes in the arrival board. Brittany's train would be pulling in in (another glance at the board and the clock) 13 minutes and 45, 44, 43 seconds and Santana's heart beat was rapidly increasing in nerves and excitement with every passing second.

It had been close to six weeks since they had seen each other, and although Santana had fitted into Berkeley life much better and much quicker than she thought she would, she still missed Brittany desperately.

Every time she won an argument in debate team meetings, she wanted to rush to Brittany and share how proud she felt of herself (and often her shock too) and every time she lost or became frustrated at her assigned viewpoint or at the counter arguments, she wanted to rush to Brittany and feel the comforting, strong warmth of Brittany's arms around her body and the constant thump her heart beat synced perfectly with her own.

She loved her LGBTQ meetings and the social events they planned (although, she still wasn't quite brave or comfortable enough to be anything other than an observer or lesser participant, she could feel the constant pressure of shame or unease or discomfort lessen every day) and enjoyed spending time with such a wide range of personalities that still understood such a big part of herself without it having to be explained.

She loved hearing stories, especially, from transgendered members, although she knew their situations weren't exactly the same, she wasn't born in the wrong body so much as a result of a genetic mutation of some of her cells. But she was fascinated (and, if she was completely honest with herself comforted) listening to others whose biological bodies didn't necessarily match their gender identity or expressed outward identity. She would try and remember every detail of every story, so that she could tell Brittany, wishing the instead, Brittany could listen too.

Could hold her hand or stroke down her back when the stories would turn to the more violent and painful parts of the speakers life. Alice was becoming a great friend; but she wasn't Brittany.

Brittany, too, was elated at Santana's branching out, pleased (and, to be honest a little surprised) that her plan was working so well. It had been Brittany's suggestion to not see each other in person until Halloween. She told Santana it was so that they could save as much money as possible and get used to their respective campuses before showing them off to the other.

But really, Brittany realised that Santana needed to be her own person and realise that she could be her own person. Brittany could read people easily, and she knew that many of Santana's friends at McKinley had been a result of her being Brittany's other half, not being able to get past Santana's abrasive surface personality. She needed to realise that people liked her for her, and Brittany needed to let people see that.

The only way Brittany could think to do that, was by having a period of separation. Plus, she wasn't lying when she said she loved her classes.

She gushed to Santana on the phone about how exciting her classes were, she still found some of the academics difficult, but her practical classes, assessing athletes and devising movement programs and stretching exercises, she excelled in. She was involved in so many different clubs too, invited to many parties and had amassed a large group of friends. 'But none as important as you Sanny. Don't forget that' Brittany would intone every time Santana fell silent at the mention of a new friend or new party.

Santana looked up at the board once again, still several minutes before the train was due in, and she huffed in annoyance, shoving her hands deep into her jacket pockets. She looked off to the side of the platform, trying to distract herself by watching the bird that was perched on a nearby tree, but it soon flew off and she huffed again, kicking at the closest metal bench.

A little over three minutes to go.

She ran her fingers nervously through her hair, suddenly panicking that she wasn't wearing enough makeup in the right places to look her best for Brittany. That she could have chosen a better pair of jeans or a tighter shirt or heels so that she would be the same height as Brittany. She was so preoccupied by bemoaning how she could have improved her first impression, that she jumped at the sound of a series of doors slamming open, turning with wide eyes to find the grimy, silver tube of a train already stopped along the platform.

Suddenly her breath was properly passing through her bronchi and her palms were stinging and sweaty and her hair felt too heavy along her neck. Her eyes flickered quickly between all of the doors, desperately searching, and trying to guess what Brittany would be wearing.

None of her mental images, however, matched the real thing. As soon as Brittany stepped off the train, their eyes met, like every clichéd romantic story and Santana's heart swelled at the wide grin with soft eyes and glowing skin upon Brittany's face.

"I missed you, I missed you so much." Brittany's words were muffled against Santana's lips and the hand that wasn't rhythmically squeezing at Brittany's hip, was fumbling with her key trying to open the door. A moan rumbled through Santana's body when Brittany impatiently pushed her against the door pressing their hips together, shifting against the obvious arousal. Brittany pulled back slightly before she pressed a wet, hot, open mouthed kiss to Santana's neck. "Fuck, you are so beautiful. Especially when you're desperate." Brittany wrinkled her nose in amusement before pulling the keys from between Santana's relaxed fingers and effortlessly unlocked and opened the door, pulling Santana behind her.

Brittany pulled off Santana's shirt before unbuttoning her own, and pressing their bodies flush together once more. Suddenly all the desperation was removed, and the kisses relaxed into languid, liquid and soft sharing of emotions. Santana's hands rested comfortably at Brittany's waist, whilst Brittany's trailed, feather light, up and down Santana's back, occasionally fingers pressing lightly before moving on.

Neither knew how long they stood there, tongues becoming reacquainted and love slipping between their lips like smoke. Brittany slid her fingers beneath Santana's bra, moving around to cup them gently. Santana gasped into Brittany's mouth and scrambled to undo the clasp of first her own and then Brittany's bras letting them fall to floor like petals from a growing flower. Their skin was heated and tingling, soft and hard and smooth and gooseflesh all at once.

Brittany pulled at the flesh of Santana's breasts before dragging her nails down Santana's abs and pulling at the button and zipper of her jeans. "San, baby, please. I want you so bad." Santana pulled at Brittany's hips, walking them towards the bed as they both tugged and unbutton and pulled at their trousers. When the backs of Santana's knees hit the bed, only her boxers remained, which Brittany swiftly pulled down before pushing her down onto the bed and fitting her knees close to Santana's hips squeezing gently.

"Condom?" Brittany had been on the pill since they were sixteen, but both had a policy of better safe than sorry, and so sex without a condom was rare, always on Brittany's terms, and always so much more intense for them both. Santana's voice was rasping and much lower than normal, causing a shiver to run through Brittany's body. She shook her head before trailing her fingers along Santana's eyebrows, down to her cheekbones, tracing her lips and finally slowly pushing her index finger between them.

"No, it's okay." Brittany gently lifted Santana's chin pressing their lips together chastely before she squeezed Santana's hips once more with her knees. "Ready?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Santana laughed breathily, moving her hands along Brittany's strong, muscled thighs and across the flat of her stomach to rest along her rib cage.

"Not when I'm in charge." Brittany smirked, pressing against Santana's breasts once again before lowering her hips. Santana's mouth opened gently at the feeling of hot, wet, velvet that encased her, and Brittany's head dropped onto her shoulder as their hips settled together.

At the first shift of Brittany's hips, Santana pulled their faces together, capturing Brittany's lips roughly, wetly, desperately. "I love you, I love you so much."

The feeling of Santana inside her and Santana's hot pants into her mouth caused Brittany to whine before panting back. "I love you too. I always have."

A/N: Okay, so I know that not a lot happened, but this was supposed to be a lot longer with more happening, but I have my first finial exam in 4 days, and if I didn't update this now, I wouldn't be updating for another good two weeks, so I thought this was better than nothing!

Also, are the flashbacks good or would you rather I didn't include them? Let me know :D

As ever, reviews would be much much much appreciated :D