I intended on writing this like two or three days ago but have had such writers block, so thanks to Erica Cas for the prompt. I hope it lives up to your expectations. *hides*

No seriously.

Jealous Santana, Pissed Brittany, make up sex. Its like the best combo ever.

And considering I was later than usual on updating, this is a longer and extremely sexual chapter.

All mistakes are mine. Enjoy!


"Wow." Jake Puckerman stared at Brittany with raised eyebrows as the blonde, along with the rest of the glee club, went over the Sectionals routine in which Brittany was choreographing. She sent him a shy smile and continued her dancing, all the while Santana watching her intensely from the other side of the auditorium stage where she and Mercedes were sitting, taking a break. The Latina couldn't help let her eyes roam her girlfriend's sweaty body, memories of their little two day vacation running through her mind causing her to bite her lip and look down. Despite the hiking and relaxing in the hot tub when they'd first arrived to Hocking Hills, the couple had spent the majority of their time making love like there was no tomorrow. She was snapped out of her thoughts when a loud laugh echoed throughout the room and when she looked up she instantly furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of Brittany's arms wrapped around Jake's neck with a leg thrown over the boys hip while he had a hand on her waist and one on her leg, trailing higher and higher. "Oh hell no.." She mumbled, attempting to stand up.

"Wait, Santana girl sit your ass down!" Mercedes held onto her wrist, pulling her back to the floor. "Need I remind you that she is helping him with his dancing?"

"That is not dancing!" She hissed, staring at the two. Jake's hand was resting on the underside of Brittany's thigh, way too close to her ass, and it made Santana's blood boil. She clenched her jaw and shook her head. "She's just letting him grope her."

"Calm down. We both know Brittany's a harmless flirt."

"Yeah, but we know that Puckerman isn't." The Latina grumbles, standing up with no trouble this time. She makes her way across the stage with a harsh glare fixed on her face. "I'm gonna need you to back the fuck up." She snaps. Jake's smile falls and his hands slowly fall to his sides. The Latina juts her head and he takes the hint, turning and walking away while Santana fixes her gaze on Brittany. The blonde looks at her with a pointed look, causing her to scoff. "Don't give me that look, Brittany. Not when you were letting him touch you like that."

"We were just joking around, San."

"Oh.. So if I go get Kitty and put my hands on her like that you'll be okay with it?" Santana asked with raised eyebrows throwing a thumb over her shoulder towards Kitty. Brittany clenches her jaw and Santana nods, crossing her arms. "That's what I thought."

"You're making a big deal out of nothing." The blonde mumbles looking down. She honestly hadn't meant for any of her dancing with Jake to be sexy in any sort of way. Everyone knew that she was Santana's and Santana's only. She reaches for her girlfriend's hand only for the Latina to pull away and shake her head. "San.."

"No, if its no big deal then by all means go. Finish your 'dancing' " She scoffs and walks away from the girl, making her way back over to Mercedes where her bag was. She quickly gathered her things while ignoring the look Mercedes was giving her knowing her friend was probably right. She was more than likely over reacting but with that image of Jake's hands on her girlfriend stuck in her mind she couldn't help but grit her teeth and shake her head in anger. She gives Mercedes one last look before making her way off the stage and out of the auditorium not sparing one glance at her girlfriend.


That night Santana found herself standing outside of Brittany's house.

Well, she was practically dragged by Mercedes and Kurt but regardless here she was, nervously making her way inside with Mercedes and Kurt behind her making sure she didn't run. She supposed she may have overreacted a little bit, but still. Brittany was her girlfriend and the idea of anyone touching the blonde except her made her extremely mad. As she walked further into the house there wasn't any sign of Mr. Pierce which meant he was probably at work.

"Look!" Kurt pointed to Brittany's phone on the sofa before walking over and taking it in his hand. "If you wanna find out if Brittany's cheating, this is your way." He shook the phone in his hand and clicked the power button on the side revealing Brittany's most recent screen saver ; a picture of her and Santana at Hocking Hills laying in a bed. He slid his finger across the screen in order to unlock it. "Crap! Its locked. Its like she doesn't trust us or something." Santana walked over and snatched the phone from while mumbling an insult under her breath.

Mercedes glared at the pair "I wonder why. You two are seriously invading that girl's privacy especially considering all she did was dance with the boy."

"Well I wanna know who she's talking to." Santana typed in Brittany's four favorite numbers and unlocked the phone, immediately going to the call log. She scrolled and scrolled, recognizing most of the numbers. "There isn't anything odd.."

"Let me see." Kurt took the phone in his hand and Mercedes shook her head. After a minute of scrolling Kurt jumped up from the couch and covered his mouth. "Oh my gosh!"

"What?" Santana followed suit, eyes wide. "Is someone sending her naked pictures?"

"No but she has a strip poker game and if she wins one more hand this girl is gonna be naked." Kurt said. "Wait.. Wait look! She's been getting a lot of sexual texts. Apparently this person is really horny.."

Santana took the phone in her hands, reading over the messages before slapping Kurt upside the head. "These are from me you idiot."

"Do you two actually do those things?"

"Okay this." Mercedes snatches the phone out of Santana's hand. "Stops now. You finally have a good girl and here you are, treating her like shes the one who can't be trusted."

"What is that supposed to mean?" The Latina crossed her arms defensively. Before Mercedes could answer, Brittany walked around the corner, eyeing the three of them. Her gaze went to her phone in Mercedes' hand to Mercedes, and then Santana and Kurt. Without saying anything she took her phone from Mercedes and looked at the screen.

"You went through my phone?" She looked up, eyeing them.

"I um, I think it's time for me to go. Nice to see you though, Britt." Kurt laughed nervously, grabbing Mercedes by the arm and pulling her with him.

Brittany waited until the door shut behind the two before looking at Santana with furrowed eyebrows. She hadn't seen nor heard from the girl since glee rehearsals and come down to get a drink from the fridge, only to find her and her friends standing in the middle of her living room with her phone. "You went through my phone." It wasn't a question, but rather a statement. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

Santana shrugged. "I just wanted to see who you had been talking to."

"You mean you wanted to see if I've been talking to Jake?"

"He had his hands on you-"

"So what, Santana?" Brittany raised her voice. Santana was taken aback being as Brittany had never yelled at her before, but that didn't stop the blonde. "I mean, it's okay for you to eyefuck every girl you come across but I get shit for joking around with someone?" Santana didn't say anything but just looked down, playing with her wrists. Brittany sighed and rubbed her temples. "I would never do anything to hurt you" She stated in a much softer voice. "And if this is going to work like it has for the past 8 months you have got to trust me." She walked until she was standing directly in front of her girlfriend and cupped her face, tilting her head up so that brown eyes were looking at her. "Do you trust me, San?" Santana took a shaky breath and nodded. Brittany gave her a weak smile and took her hand, leading them to her bedroom. Upon reaching her bedroom, Brittany gently pushed Santana up against the closed door, covering the girls lips with her own. Santana deepened it instantly, slipping her tongue into Brittany's mouth as her hands found the blonde's waist, slowly slipping under her shirt and roaming all over her back before breaking the kiss and pulling it over Brittany's head. She quickly did the same with her own and unclasped her bra, pushing their chests together causing them both to let out a groan.

"I feel you getting hard." Brittany smiled sweetly, running her fingertips over the bulge in her girlfriend's sweats. She leaned down and took one of Santana's nipples into her mouth while pinching the other, causing the Latina to let out a whimper. "And now your nipples are too." She pulled back with a smirk. She bent down and slid her shorts off, leaving her completely naked, before doing the same to Santana. She eyed her girlfriend's hardening cock and stood back up as she gripped it with a hand, squeezing softly and kissing the Latina lazily. She ran her thumb over the head of Santana's cock, earning a gasp as the girl broke the kiss.

"B." She looked down, watching Brittany's hand play with her. She decided to return the favor and ran her hand down to Brittany's sex, cupping it firmly before pushing two fingers inside of her. Brittany groaned and let go of Santana's cock, instead bracing herself by placing a hand on each of the girl's shoulders, moaning into her neck. "You like that?" Santana asked, increasing her finger fucking pace. Brittany nodded furiously.

"I want your dick, baby."

"Yeah?"

The blonde nods, letting out a groan when she feels the fingers leave her entrance. Santana stares at her for a long moment with a look Brittany can't really decipher, and she swallows nervously as the Latina grips her now fully erect dick stroking it a few times before slapping it across her lower stomach. Brittany gasps, feeling the little bit of pre cum on her from the motion."

"I want you on all fours." Santana murmurs, slapping her cock against Brittany again. "I want you on all fours right now. Okay?" Brittany nods and reluctantly pulls away and walks over to her bed where she does as she's told, ignoring her nerves and getting on her hands and knees with her ass in the air. Santana grips her cock tighter and slowly strokes it at the sight of her girlfriend not only obeying her but of her ass and pussy on display. As she gets closer she can see how wet Brittany is and feels a surge of possessiveness come over her. She climbs onto the bed behind Brittany and sits on her knee's running just the tip of her cock through her girlfriend's folds from behind. "I hated his hands being on you." She murmured, shaking her head at the memory. "You're mine." She thrusts all the way in at once, groaning loudly as nails dig into pale hips for leverage. She pulls out slowly, almost teasingly, before slowly going back in. "Say it. Say your mine.."

"You know I am" Brittany whined. "Please go faster, San."

"Fucking say it Brittany!" She pulled out and rammed her cock back in, feeling Brittany's pussy clench around her. She repeated the action over and over, buring her cock into the blonde at a furious pace all the while nails digging into her girlfriend's hips. "Say your mine or I swear I'll never fuck you again!"

"Oh fuck" Brittany whimpered gripping the bed sheets until her knuckles turned white. "Baby-"

"You're not his, B.."

Brittany furrowed her eyebrows at the change in her girlfriends voice. "W-wait..stop.." She shook her head as she pulled herself away from her girlfriend's dick and turned around, panting. "Why are you crying, San?" she asked, instantly sitting on her knee's and moving closer to her girlfriend. She cupped the girl's cheeks, wiping away the tears with her thumbs. "Hey, whats wrong?"

"I don't ever wanna lose you"

"Santana listen to me." The Latina kept her head down and Brittany took her chin between her thumb and index finger. "Listen to me." She says softly. "The only thing that could ever, ever tear us apart is if one of us cheated. And I know you wouldn't do that to me because you said so. and I hope that you believe me when I say that you, Santana Lopez, are the only person on this god forsaken earth that I wanna be with. One dance with another person isn't gonna change that, baby. Its you I want to make love with."

Santana looked up through her eyelashes. "Yeah?" She asked quietly. Brittany nods and gives her a smile in which the Latina returns before wiping the tears off of her face. "Did I totally just kill the mood?"

"No way." Brittany shakes her head and lays down, pulling Santana on top of her before pushing their lips together. "Get back inside of me, S." Santana nods, reaching down and guiding her cock into Brittany with no hesitation. They both let out a groan and the feeling, Santana thrusting while trading sloppy kisses with Brittany. "Talk dirty to me." The blonde whispers against her lips.

"You like when I talk dirty, B?" the Latina teases. "You like when I talk about how good your wet pussy feels around this big dick?" She starts moving her hips faster, feeling Brittany's own hips raising to meet hers. Brittany nods, her climax coming faster and faster. Santana groans at the feeling of her cock getting suffocated by those walls and leans down, slipping her tongue into Brittany's mouth. "I'm about to come.. Britt.."

"Fill me up, San. Know that im yours and shoot your load inside of me."

"Oh fuck yes." Santana ruts her hips as fast as she can, her cum pouring inside of her girlfriend. She can feel herself going limp but takes into account that Brittany still had yet to come so she thrusts all the way in and with all her strength flips their position so that she's on the bottom. "Ride me till you come, Britt." She watches as Brittany wastes no time and lifts herself from her dick before slamming herself back down onto her lap in an alarming rate. "Britt.." She pants watching the way her cock is parting Brittany's soaked pussy lips with each time she lifts and sits.

"You're so deep." Brittany scrapes her nails down the Latina's chest. "I feel you everywhere with your big cock."

"Oh fuck me.."

"I'm coming! I'm fucking coming!"

Santana once again flipped their position and hooked her arms under pale thighs, pounding into Brittany with everything she had in her as she felt Brittany's walls close in on her cock causing her to shoot her second load into the girl. She instantly collapsed on top of the blonde, both of them sweating and panting. With whatever energy she had left, Brittany cupped her girlfriend's cheeks and fused their lips together in a tired, lazy kiss. Whenever she pulled back she stared into brown eyes, pushing a piece of sweat soaked hair behind her ear.

"I'm yours."