I don't really know how to feel about this chapter...
I'm hitting a serious writer's block with this story and I have no idea why.

But enjoy anyway, my dear readers, I love you no matter what.

Oh, and for those of you who don't read These Scars Remind Us, you should give it a chance. I'm starting to really get a feel for that story and since the updates on this one are going to random as hell because holy shit... (I don't know why I ended it like that, but I did.) then I want you to have something else to read!


When the couple finally arrives back at their dorm room, Brittany instantly notices that it doesn't look the same as it did when Santana had showed her on FaceTime. The two twin size beds were back to being separated, most of the pictures that were hanging on the walls were stacked neatly on the desk, and the room's atmosphere just radiated differently. Brittany couldn't say that she blamed Santana for making the dorm room look back to normal, it must have hurt a lot just for her to be gone for so long.

"I didn't know when you'd be here… so I just ; made it seem more normal… I guess." Santana stutters. She didn't really mean to make it sound like that, but she was hurt, she still is. But she just wants to focus on the here and now, because to her, that's all that matters.

"No, I know, I don't blame you. I was kind of half expecting you to get a roommate, in all honesty." Brittany says truthfully. "I'm just glad we talked, Santana. These past two months were absolutely horrible without you and I'm stupid that I wasn't just honest with you."

Santana looks at her girlfriend, and puts her hand on her back, rubbing small circles on her shoulder. "Brittany, I forgive you." Santana smiles before pressing her lips against her girlfriend's. The kiss is short and sweet, and Santana felt her heart flutter from it. It was like the first time all over again. It was almost like falling in love with Brittany again. "Let's just focus on us, right now; here, in this moment. Okay?"

"Sounds perfect to me." Brittany replies as she holds her girlfriend closely. "Gosh, I am so madly in love with you, Santana Lopez." Brittany looks down at Santana, the longing in her eyes. When Santana returns the look, Brittany leans forward and captures the Latina's lips with her own. Santana melts into the kiss as Brittany swipes her tongue across Santana's lower lip. The Latina moans softly and allows entrance and Brittany's tongue starts dancing with Santana's.

Brittany slowly starts to walk backwards towards one of the bed and pulls Santana with her. Once the back of her knees hits the mattress, she pulls the Latina on top of her until her back is met with Santana's comforter.

As their lustful kiss continues, Brittany's hands start to wander. They found the small of Santana's back, and Brittany dips her hands under the Latina's shirt, tip toeing fingertips against her skin. She feels her girlfriend shudder on top of her as her fingers draw small circles on her back. Their kiss gets more passionate and Brittany can feel Santana's hands gripping her shoulders, spurring her on more. Brittany is in need of friction, she needs her girlfriend more than ever.

Brittany's hands meet with Santana's hips and Brittany rolls her hips up, the friction from their jeans rubbing against Brittany's core. Santana gasps loudly and pulls her lips away from Brittany's and attaches them to her neck, and Brittany' back arches as Santana continues her assault on her pulse point, her hips bucking up into Santana.

Santana is pretty sure that she could feel herself growing hard at this point and she's conflicted on whether or not this is what she wants right now. On one hand, she misses Brittany and she wants to show her how much she loves her. On the other hand, she tried her hardest to do that without Brittany here and she's still hurt and angry from the blonde's lies. Santana's lips stop moving and she pulls away to stare at her girlfriend.

Brittany's eyes are darker than they were before and Santana thinks that even though she's still mad at her girlfriend, semi-angry sex may be what she needs right now. Santana's hands reach down to them hem of Brittany's shirt and she yanks it up and off of the blonde. Brittany gasps at this newfound aggressiveness that Santana is showing. The next to go are Brittany's pants and once they're off, the Santana roughly kisses Brittany, only pulling away to throw her shirt over of her head.

Santana's fingers hook into Brittany's panties and she yanks them down in a swift movement, feeling the blonde kick them off as she undoes her own pants. She pulls them along with her boxer briefs down to about her knees, letting her member spring free. Without even bothering to completely take off her pants, Santana spreads Brittany's legs and lines the head of her cock up with Brittany's entrance, pushing roughly into the blonde.

Brittany gasps in pain and pleasure as she feels Santana's member slip through her center, until they're hilt deep. She breaks the kiss to look Santana in the eye, but as soon as she does, Santana buries her face in Brittany's neck and starts nipping on the skin.

Brittany moans as Santana starts to quickly thrust in and out of her, hard. She can hear grunts from the Latina, who's almost biting to break skin on Brittany's neck and collarbones. Brittany digs her nails into Santana's back and spurs the Latina more; her thrusts becoming more frantic. The sound of Santana all but pounding into her girlfriend seems to be growing louder and louder and Brittany is kind of thankful that she's not being extremely loud since they're probably surrounded by other students in the same building.

Santana grabs Brittany's leg and holds it up, so she can push her cock deeper into the blonde and hitting that spot that they both desperately need. Brittany bites her own lip, trying not to whimper or moan too loudly. This is a side of Santana that she has never seen before; but once again, Brittany can't blame her. In all honesty, if this is what angry sex felt like, then she should make Santana mad more often. Kidding.

After a few more minutes of Santana roughly thrusting in and out of Brittany, she feels her stomach tightens and knows she way too close; and by the way that Brittany's walls tighten around her, she knows the blonde already had her release. She quickly pulls out of the blonde (not wanting a repeat of what had happened when she left), a whimper leaving her lips, and moves her hand down to her shaft until she's spurting cum all over the blonde's legs and toned stomach.

Santana falls on top of Brittany and pants heavily, feeling a lot less angry now than she did before. After recovering, she climbs off of the blonde and reaches down for her pants which were now pooled around her ankles and pulls them up. She searches the room for her shirt, tossing Brittany's clothes to her in the process.

Brittany looks at her with confused eyes as Santana starts to put on her socks and shoes. The Latina turns around and looks at her girlfriend, giving her a half smile before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I have to go work on a project with Marley," Santana said softly, instantly feeling bad for not really saying much after what they just did. Brittany almost cringes at the name, but remembers that if it weren't for Marley, getting Santana to listen to her would have been a lot harder. "I love you, Britt, but I promised her that we'd get this done today before class tomorrow." Santana leans in and kisses the still very naked Brittany on the lips.

"I love you, too." The blonde replies in almost a whisper, trying not to let her face fall as she silently grabs her clothes from the bed and gets dressed. Santana gets up and nods at the blonde, grabbing her backpack and walking towards the dorm's door. "Santana?" Brittany calls out. Santana turns around with her foot halfway out the door.

"Yeah?"

"We're... we're going to be okay... right?" Brittany asks honestly, but is somehow dreading Santana's answer and she's mentally kicking herself in the face for not saying what she knows she wants to.

"Yeah, I think so." Santana replies. Brittany nods and gives Santana the look that tells her that she'll be all right and it's okay to go. Santana gently closes the door and pulls out her cell phone, dialing Marley's number as she walks down the dorm hallways.

"Hello?"

"Meet me in the science lab... We need to talk, now."