A/n: Hello all! Thanks for the reviews you 3, it really does make me feel better knowing that someone is enjoying this! Lol
Ok, quick a/n today, this chapter is called, You Got It Bad, the song is of course by my favorite artist EVER, Usher. That pretty much sums it up! Oh, and more smut, sorry kidos!
Chapter 3
You Got It Bad
Brittany couldn't bring herself to respond to Santana's text message. She couldn't shake the feeling inside her that her and the Latina could just be friends anymore and that maybe they needed a few days of cooling off before seeing or speaking to each other again. So when Brittany walked out of her room the next morning, she couldn't help the internal groan when her mom asked why she wasn't with Santana.
"I don't know mom, we kind of got in a fight last night, so I came home." the blonde said as she tried not to meet her mother's eyes.
Mrs. Pierce was not as oblivious to Santana's and Brittany's relationship as she let on. She knew there was something there; something more that was always hidden deep between the two girls. She never said anything, knowing that if it came down to it, Brittany would tell her if she wanted to. But she couldn't ignore the steely blue her daughters' eyes had been when she walked into the kitchen, or the way she flinched when Mrs. Pierce mentioned Santana.
"Honey, are you sure everything is ok?" Mrs. Pierce (Marcia) asked. "I mean, you guys are practically inseparable. I've never even heard of you two fighting with one…"
"Mom," Brittany cut her off, "please, just, don't."
Marcia said nothing, instead just walking up behind her daughter and giving her a quick squeeze around the shoulders as she made her breakfast.
"It'll be ok sweetie," she crowned in her ear, "you two will make it right. You can't be without each other, everyone knows that." And with that, Mrs. Pierce strolled from the kitchen, her mouth set in a worried line.
Brittany shut her eyes and took a deep breath, praying that everything her mom had said was true.
Santana woke up with a pounding headache. Damn all this crying! It's making me into such a wuss! She kneaded her eyes with the back of her hand and found that her phone was still clutched in one of them. The night flooding back to her, she flipped it open. No response. She stayed up half the night waiting for her phone to go off, but when Britt didn't text her back, she fell in bed, and for the second night in a row, had cried herself to sleep.
Santana couldn't believe Brittany didn't respond by morning though. They usually didn't go more than a few hours without some sort of communication. It actually made her nervous that something had happened to her, maybe driving a little too fast to get away from the Latina, maybe she got in a wreck or something.
Thinking the absolute worst, she called the blonde. It rang twice before going straight to voicemail; she had been ignored. Ouch, wasn't expecting that. At least she's alive! The Latina thought as the beep sounded, "Hi Britt, I was just checking on you, making sure you got home ok last night. You didn't answer my text and it kind of freaked me out." The Latina knew she would beg if she had to, anything to get the blonde to come back to her. "But anyway, I'm sorry about last night, I shouldn't have said that Brittany… I know I…"
Beep. Voicemail full. The brunette was cut off by the voicemail lady before she could finish what she wanted to say, but knowing that Brittany would get the point, decided not to call back. A few minutes later, her phone beeped, and she had a text from Britt-Britt.
"I'm fine."
She goes from sending 3 page texts to two words. Awesome, she's obviously still pissed. The brunette chastised herself again for being such an idiot about last night, but decided not to push the blonde any further. She responded with a simple, "Ok, good." and went straight to her closet to pick out what she was going to wear to Terrance's that night.
She knew it was sneaky and a little rude and completely insane, but she had to see Brittany, even if it meant surprising her by showing up to Terrance's party tonight. She also knew that if she showed up in a pair of short white shorts, a teal silky top, and black stiletto heels, no one would be upset that she came. She also loved the fact that she could get totally hammered and could just walk home because Terrance only lived a couple of blocks away.
After thinking about walking back drunk, the heels didn't look so appealing, but after realizing how hot her legs would look in them, she decided the pain would be worth it.
She spent the whole day getting ready. Making sure her hair, which pissed her off on a daily basis, was perfectly straight, each eye lash perfectly curled, and that her makeup was flawless. She knew it was now or never as she grabbed her purse, another bottle of vodka (screw the Glee pact), and made her way to Terrance's house.
Brittany sat on the couch, waiting for Artie to get dropped off so they could get to the party. It was almost 9:30 by the time he arrived, totally late and not apologizing for it. All he could say was, "Sexy takes time baby" as Brittany leaned in to give him a kiss. She could feel him smile against her lips, something he always did, almost like he was the luckiest guy in the world. It made her feel horrible to think about all the times she had cheated on him with San, but she couldn't shake the fact that, at the same time, she didn't care.
It made her heart ache a little knowing that just yesterday she was begging Santana to come with her to this party. They loved to do things like this together. They could get drunk and make out with each other in front of everyone, and no one would be the wiser. No one knew that their kissing was much deeper than just two drunken friends trying to turn on some guys. As she thought about all their drunken partying together, a very happy memory came to mind…
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"A Rachel Berry party, I'm sure this is gonna be a blast!" the Latina laughed sarcastically as they knocked on the door. Rachel answered, wearing a dress that could only be described as horrible, and lead them downstairs. Rachel handed them some drink tickets which Santana immediately wanted to throw away, but Brittany talked her out of it, knowing that at least they'd have two free drinks before ditching the party and going somewhere else.
It wasn't until Puck talked Rachel into cracking open her dad's liquor cabinet and deciding to drink everything they could, that the party really got going. They were taking shots, playing games, and singing on stage the entire night.
Brittany was in shorts and her bra before she was even drunk, but this is how she partied. She was the crazy one who loved to dance on anyone who would let her, plus she loved showing off her abs. She was proud of those things and since she quit Cheerios, no one got to see them, well, except Artie and Santana. So when she was laid back on the table and Santana was pouring salt and tequila on her stomach, her abs couldn't help but tighten up. She was on her way to being wasted and feeling the Latina's tongue slide up her torso, well, let's just say she couldn't control the shiver that coursed through her body.
They were playing a game of spin the bottle when things started to get testy. Sam and her were about to kiss when Santana piped in about those lips being hers, and Brittany couldn't help but wonder, even though the comment was made to look directed about Sam, if the Latina was talking about hers. They kissed and when they pulled apart, you could actually feel the tension rolling off the brunette. The night continued in the same way, everyone hanging on each other and nibbling on necks and ear lobes, hoping to get a bit further with their significant other before the night closed in around them. People were passing out everywhere, the floor, the couch, the stage; but there were two people still awake, passing the bottle of tequila between them, pinkies locked, waiting for the rest of their friends to drift off into a drunken slumber.
Before Brittany could register what was happening, the Latina had grabbed her around the wrist and was pulling her up the stairs. They made their way into the guest bedroom and Santana was muttering comments against the blonde's lips about "fantastic ass" and "legs that were miles long" and "abs of steel". Brittany couldn't help but mutter back about "brown eyes" and "having thighs wrapped around her waist".
They pretty much destroyed the bedroom that night, trying very hard to hide the broken side of the lamp by turning it toward the wall and by remaking the bed the best they could.
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It was drunk sex, Brittany thought as she remembered she was driving with Artie in the car, but oh man it was great sex. She actually had to try to hide her blush as she remembered the night but she couldn't ignore the fire that was burning in the pit of her stomach.
Yep, this party is lame. Santana thought as she strolled through the rooms, trying to act casual but really looking for a certain set of blue eyes. Glad I got dressed up for this. She was still kind of smug though; the look on everyone's face when she walked in the door was pretty flattering. Every girl took a major hit to their self esteem when she walked in and the guys couldn't help but flock to her in hopes she would choose him for the night.
Everyone was giving her grief for drinking, but one look from the Latina's fiery eyes told them not to test her tonight. She was halfway through the bottle of vodka when she saw the shiny blonde hair across the room. She wasn't stupid; she knew the exact shade of Brittany's hair… Just like she knew the exact shade of her eyes, the curve of her body, and the feel of her lips traveling down the Blonde's neck… OK. STOP. Santana had to literally will herself back to the scene in front of her, but when she did, she instantly regretted it. She hadn't noticed the boy in the wheelchair, but when she did, she couldn't help but feel her legs giving out and she stumbled to the nearest chair to keep from falling over.
This isn't fair! That should be me; I should be standing beside her, my hand around her waist, pulling her down for a quick kiss. It should be me! The Latina was pretty much screaming these words in her mind when a football player sauntered over and sat down next to her. She couldn't quite hide the look of disgust on her face when she felt him wrap his arm around her, but, in a moment of rage, she closed her eyes and started kissing him, not even sure who had actually sat down beside her. It was all she could do to keep her from striding over to the blonde, grabbing her, and making sure everyone knew who she really wanted to be kissing.
She heard a squeak from across the room, over the music, and knew Brittany must have just seen what she was doing. She pulled away from the football player, barely noting his face (thank God it was Sam), and whipped her head around to lock eyes with the blonde. Oh damn, those eyes. She saw Britt sweep out of the room and into the kitchen, and before she realized what she was doing, she was running after her. She knew the noise the blonde had made was because she was upset, and even though every nerve in her body wanted to tell the blonde she couldn't have her cake and eat it to, she kept running after her.
For ONE! What in the hell is she doing here? Brittany was in the bathroom now, trying very hard to stop the tears that were escaping her eyes. And two, why does she have to do this to me? She tells me she loves me and then makes out with him right in front of me! She stopped rambling to herself when she heard the knock on the door. "Go away!" she practically screamed, realizing how sad her voice sounded.
"It's me." She didn't want to open the door for the brunette, but she couldn't turn her away again. She slowly opened the door and the Latina walked in, shutting it behind her. They didn't say anything for a moment, just staring at each other, trying to figure out the best way to keep it civil but also wanting to lash out at each other for both of them being so stubborn.
The blonde spoke first, needing to break the silence between them, "Please San, please just leave me alone…" Her body was betraying her, because she wanted to be as far from the Latina as possible, but her body could not help but stay planted right in front of her.
She looked up in time to see Santana's eyes start to do the melting thing they do when the Latina was struggling with something inside of her. Brittany didn't want Santana to go away, but she also didn't want the Latina to yell at her. She couldn't handle another tongue lashing from the fiery brunette, once had been enough.
"Look I'm sorry," Santana said as she grabbed Brittany's chin to make her look at her, "I'm sorry. I saw you with Artie and it hurts Britt, it does! I wasn't sure if I should have run from the house or what, so I just had to hide it. And I'm sorry, I know it's not fair that I do that to you, but I can't handle seeing you with him B, it breaks my heart." The Latina was trying hard to hold the blonde's gaze, but Brittany kept looking down, trying to squirm out from her hand that was still resting under her chin.
"I just have to know Britt, am I wasting my time." The brunette was scared of the answer, but she needed to know. She couldn't keep putting herself through this; running toward Brittany only to be pushed away and then running away only to come running back. It was going to make her crazy. She was terrified to look up, but when she did, she wasn't expecting what she saw. Brittany looked so astounded by the question; she could do nothing but shake her head. If it hadn't been such a serious conversation, the Latina knows she would have laughed.
"Are you kidding me?" The blonde had yelled so loud the Latina actually jumped. "Wasting your time?" She spat the words out like they were something sour in her mouth. "YOU are the one who is afraid! YOU are the one who is worried about what people will say! YOU are the one who STILL hasn't broken up with Sam because you're terrified of being alone!" Santana couldn't help but notice that this was the first time all of these things had been said to her. She felt strangely insecure as her best friend continued to tear her down, piece by piece. "YOU want me to end it with my boyfriend, a guy who treats me like a queen, because you want to be with me but you're too scared for people to know! I told you months ago that I would be with you, that I wanted ONLY you, and now that you've finally caught up to where I've been for MONTHS, MONTHS SANTANA, you just expect me to call it quits with Artie!"
The Blonde stopped to take a breath, only now realizing she was inches from Santana's face, breathing heavily and staring into the eyes of the person she loved. She could feel her anger leaving her body, but she still had one more thing to say. "So, until you can show me that you can love me, actually love me Santana, and not behind closed doors, I won't leave Artie." The blonde took a step back, hoping she hadn't ruined anything but still grateful to get all of that out without even tumbling over her words. She was so proud of herself, she almost missed the look on the brunettes face. Santana looked broken. This was not the 'head bitch in charge' Santana; this was a girl who looked like she had just been slapped in the face. Brittany couldn't do anything, she just stood there as the brunette tried to form words, but finally it was too much. She noticed Santana looked close to collapsing onto the floor, so the blonde wrapped her arms around the Latina and slid to the floor with her, just cradling her against her and praying that things could go back to being easy.
Santana sobbed in Brittany's chest and kept saying how sorry she was that she was so scared and how she wasn't ready to be out to everyone and that she wanted Brittany more than anything in the world and the only thing stopping her was her terror. Brittany let her cry, trying hard to not give in but still accepting the apology from the brunette. Santana was not ready to love her fully, and for now, Brittany was not willing to break Artie's heart for someone who couldn't fully give their heart to her.
Finally, after many knocks on the bathroom door, both girls got up and made their way back out to the party. After a quick touch up, you couldn't even tell the Latina had been crying. She walked around the party like she owned the place, completely ignoring the blonde, the boy in the wheelchair, and even her boyfriend and taking long drags off of the now almost empty bottle of vodka.
"Maybe you should let me take that." Sam had said after Santana half fell into him. The comment got Sam a sneer from the brunette as she quickly, (and very nimbly for a drunk girl), jumped away from his grasp before he could take the bottle. After another trip around the house, Santana decided she needed to dance some of the alcohol from her system. She finished off the bottle, throwing it hard into the trash can and grabbed Sam and pulled him out onto the dance floor. He was so used to her bipolar mood swings that he chalked it up as just another crazy Santana moment.
She couldn't help but look at Brittany while she danced circles around everyone. Damn my girl can move. Wait. My girl? Really Santana? Get a fucking grip, she's not yours. With that one hard mental check into the boards, she started dancing with Sam in a not so teenage sort of way. Grinding into his hips, she could see how excited he was for this attention. She turned to face him and couldn't help but notice his lips, and before she could think about the consequences, she was kissing him again. It started slow but began to build and before she knew it, they were gettin their mack on in front of everyone.
After a couple of wolf whistles from a few of the guys, Santana remembered where she was and pulled away. Sam looked pretty pleased with himself, and when Santana looked into his eyes, she realized something; she felt nothing. That kiss didn't blow her mind; it didn't even turn her on. She was about to say this when someone hit the lights and turned on a slow song, making the party feel like an 8th grade dance.
When 'You Got It Bad' started playing, she wasn't listening at first, just revolving in slow circles, but when she glanced over Sam's shoulders and saw those striking blue eyes staring back at her, the song seemed to hit a little closer to home…
...When you feel it in your body…
…You found somebody who…
.. Makes you change your ways...
..Like hanging with your crew
..Said you act like you ready but you don't really know…
..Everything in your past- you wanna let go…
..I've been there, done it, fucked around…
..After all that - this is what I found…
..Nobody wants to be alone…
..If you're touched by the words in this song,
..Then baby...
..You got, you got it bad…
..When you're on the phone…
..Hang up and you call right back…
..You got, you got it bad…
..If you miss a day without your friend …
..Your whole life's off track…
..You know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house…
..You don't wonna have fun…
..It's all you think about…
..You got it bad when you're out with someone…
..But you keep on thinking' bout somebody else…
..You got it bad…
Santana could do nothing but just stand there as the words in the song made her feel like a huge weight was pressing down on her body. She knew what she wanted, hell, she was looking at it. She didn't want to go home with Sam tonight, she didn't want to stand here and dance with him like he meant something to her; she wanted to be with Brittany.
..When you say that you love 'em…
..And you really know…
..Everything that used to matter, don't matter no more…
..Like my money, all my cars…
..(you can have it all back)…
..Flowers, cards and candy…
..( I do it just cause I'm...)…
..Fortunate to have you girl…
..I want you to know…
..I really adore you…
She looked up at Sam, trying to think of the best way to say this without putting a major blow to his ego, but it just came out bitchy. "If you're wantin to get all up on this, you better go get me a drink." He pretty much sprinted from the room, leaving Santana only a little time to get her stuff and leave. She just couldn't be here anymore, and feeling the blonde's eyes on her back, she grabbed her purse, yanked the door open and threw herself out into the night.
Brittany wasn't sure what made her do it; maybe the look in Santana's eyes when that song was on, or the way it physically hurt Brittany to see the Latina leave the house, but all at once she was telling Artie goodnight and that she had to go. He wanted to stay and Sam offered to drive him home. Brittany didn't know what the word was, but irony was written all over this situation. She was chasing Santana, and both of their boyfriends were now keeping each other company.
She ran out into the night, knowing Santana couldn't have made it far in the last couple of minutes. She was wasted and wearing those heels that made her ass look amazing; there was no way she got far. But, as the blonde looked up the street toward Santana's house, she didn't see the brunette anywhere. Slowly, and finally being hit by the large amount of alcohol that was in her own system, she started to make her way towards the Latina's house.
She didn't realize how sick to her stomach she had felt until she saw the light on in Santana's room. She didn't realize how worried she was about her making it home safe until she knew for sure that the Latina was already curling up in bed for the night. She knew if she knocked on the door, the brunette wouldn't come down to let her in, so in a very practiced move, she slowly made her way up to the top of the garage roof and tapped on Santana's window. The brunette didn't open it, so Britt decided to just crawl into the house without the decency of an invitation.
Santana was curled up on her bed, still in her clothes from the party, and looking extremely tense. She knew it was Brittany crawling through her window, so she didn't even bother to turn over to face her. Brittany slowly made her way to the Latina's bed, laying down beside her best friend and throwing her arm over her body to snuggle in closer to her. Both of them were silent for a long time, but Brittany could feel the slight convulsions coming from the Latina while she silently cried in her arms. This is too much to take; I can't stand her crying anymore. I know it's my fault but it's also her fault. This is so confusing; I wish she'd just look at me.
Almost as if she had said it out loud, Santana rolled over to face Brittany. There were tear stains down her cheeks, but they had stopped flowing. She reached over to push a small strand of blonde hair behind Brittany's ear and whispered a simple 'hey'. Brittany couldn't help but whisper a small 'hi San' back to her best friend, and for the first time in almost a week, she felt whole.
The Latina was still slightly confused as to why Brittany had followed her home, but she couldn't bring herself to ask the blonde. She wanted to lie there forever, but her feet were killing her and she didn't want to fall asleep with all the makeup on her face. So, she pulled herself away from the blonde and made her way into her bathroom to clean up a little. She still was very drunk and decided she needed to take a shower to clear her head.
The water was hot and immediately started to clear her mind of the drunken haze it had been in. Ugh, I'm never drinking again. I know I'm going to hate myself in the morning for this. She thought as she let the water wash away all feelings of Sam, and alcohol, and sweat, and smoke. She wanted to yell for Brittany to join her, but she thought better of it and continued to shower… it made her feel oddly alone. Knowing the blonde would most likely join her if she asked, but also knowing the blonde would have reservations about it as well. It made this all the more confusing as she grabbed a towel to dry off.
Brittany was still sitting on her bed when the brunette walked into her room to grab some clothes to sleep in. "So," the brunette asked as she reached for her shorts, "do you want some clothes to sleep in or are you going home?" She couldn't help the rush of heat in her body as her mind was immediately praying that the blonde would stay.
"I was going to grab some myself," the blonde said, looking a little scared, "but I wasn't sure if you'd want me to stay or not." The Latina noticed that she was biting on her bottom lip so hard, it looked like it had to be painful. She walked over and put her hand on Brittany's cheek and rubbed her thumb across the blondes' lips to make her relax. She felt the blonde lean into her hand as Santana said, "I always want you to stay…" They stayed like that, Brittany's head laid against Santana's hand, for a few minutes, until finally the brunette let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, and started to turn back to her bathroom to get dressed. Normally she would just change right there, but she wasn't sure how comfortable the blonde would be with her changing in front of her.
As she turned to leave, she felt familiar hands grip her wrist and swing her back around. Brittany was still sitting on the bed as she pulled Santana into a bone crushing hug. The blonde buried her face into the Latina's stomach and just held onto her, not wanting to let go but also not sure why she couldn't just let the brunette walk away from her. Santana couldn't help but kiss the top of the blonde's head and almost by some miracle, Brittany turned her face up and kissed Santana for the first time since her confession.
Oh my god I've missed you. That was all the Latina could think as the towel she had been trying to keep around her fell to the floor and she was falling down onto the bed; pulling the blonde with her as she went.
I probably shouldn't be doing this. This is probably a bad idea. It's sending the wrong message. Oh hell, who am I kidding? This is all I could ever want… Brittany couldn't suppress the moan that escaped from her lips when she started to kiss Santana. Their lips molded around each other's, tongue's swiping across lower lips, in turn making the kisses deeper and much more invigorating.
It took Brittany a moment to realize that Santana was already naked and that she was far behind on the clothes removal process, but Santana was already working on that. She was kissing the blonde's knee, down to her calves and slowly removing the strappy heels she had worn to the party. After her heels were off, the Latina moved her lips back up to her neck, running her hands from the blonde's thigh, over the tight curve of her stomach, and slowing and very skillfully removing her shirt. Brittany couldn't help but grab Santana around the waist and pull her on top of her; she wanted to feel the Latina on every inch of her skin.
Santana knew how to work Brittany. She knew how to slowly slide off her jeans, making the blonde be patient, when really all the Latina wanted was to rip her clothes off piece by piece. She couldn't help but stare at the blonde from head to toe after the rest of Brittany's clothes were on the floor. Her face was beautiful, the curves of her body amazing, her breasts the perfect size for the Latina's hands, and her legs, which were slightly apart, bucking toward her in a 'come here' sort of way. The Latina couldn't suppress the small smile that began forming on her face as she stared down at her lover… she was just so gorgeous. She couldn't understand how she had gotten so lucky, but with a very impatient nudge from the blonde, she was brought back to the moment.
The Latina and the blonde had always been able to satisfy each other to the fullest extent. Santana's tongue was everywhere; on the blondes lips, on her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her clit, and deeper. Santana knew when Brittany was enjoying herself because the blonde would grab a handful of the Latina's hair, trying very hard not to go over the edge too soon. Santana knew when she was getting close, and would always pull back to extend the pleasure a little longer. But when she couldn't handle it anymore, the blonde's body would tremble with the sensations coursing through her lower stomach. Santana would always pull back at this point, replacing her tongue for her fingers so she could watch the blonde ride out her orgasm. It always made Santana feel good knowing that she could make the blonde feel so amazing.
Brittany loved looking at Santana through her lashes as her body gave her one last shiver of pleasure. She almost immediately grabbed Santana and pulled her back up to her lips. She wanted to just feel the brunette as close to her as possible; she wanted to take her into her skin and never let her go. She had already put Santana on her back on the bed, ready to give the brunette a mind blowing experience, when she heard Santana whisper her name.
She looked up from the Latina's breast in time to see the first tear leave her eyes. They were silent tears, but they were more real than Brittany had ever seen them. She crawled back up to the Latina's face, pressing kisses to her cheeks to wipe away the pain flowing down them. She didn't understand what was going on until Santana very quickly, and very quietly, whispered to her, "It's ok, you don't have to. I know you can't be with me because I can't fully be with you, but it's ok, you don't have to do this anymore…" The Latina was still crying, refusing to meet the blonde's eyes as Brittany stared down at her.
Brittany kissed the lid of each of those brown eyes and couldn't help the tears falling from her own. She kissed Santana lightly on the lips and felt their tears mix together, their pain, both the same and different, flowing down each other's faces. She knew why the Latina was saying those things. She knew that Santana didn't mean them, but she didn't want Brittany to feel like she had to participate if she really didn't want to be there.
Brittany looked down at the Latina and very softly whispered against her neck, "San, I always want to be with you..." Knowing this might upset the Latina, she continued, "I love the way you smell, the way you taste, the way you hold on to me when we sleep. I love making you happy, seeing you smile, and even though I hate seeing them, I love kissing away your tears." To prove her point, she kissed the corner of the Latina's eye, stopping a tear from escaping. "And I want to make you happy, and to feel good, and I will always be here, no matter what. I can see it in your eyes that you're terrified, but baby, I never want to be away from you, not even for a day. You are my best friend in the entire world, and, until we can get this all sorted out, I will always be your best friend. And I will always want you."
A sob escape the Latina's throat as she leaned into Brittany's lips and pulled the blonde closer. They laid there, legs intertwined, kissing each other passionately while hands roamed up and down the familiar bodies. It felt too perfect to end and it was almost sun rise by the time they were ready to sleep.
Grabbing the Latina around the waist and pulling her flush against her body, Brittany knew she needed to figure things out fast. She couldn't continue to cheat on Artie and she couldn't continue to see her best friend's heart be broken. So, as dreams began to overtake her mind, she made a promise to herself to remember this feeling; the feeling of Santana sleeping against her, fingers laced together, the intoxicating smell of her hair and skin that was crashing against her senses. This was all she could ever need, and as Usher's words floated into her mind, she smiled and kissed the back of the Latina's neck, falling asleep with the words 'you got it bad…' playing in her mind.
Alrighty, well, another chapter done! I only will have a couple more to go and should be caught up with the season this far. And with Glee coming back next week, I'll have more ideas to draw from! Anywho, hope you enjoyed it!