Forever Hers

Chapter Four

Have you ever heard people say that sex complicates the relationship? I have, but it didn't do that with my relationship with my Santana. I believe deep down in my heart that the reason why it didn't complicate us is that we didn't just have sex. We made love – passionate, life altering love. It was so special to me and I'm positive that if you asked her she'd first tell you off in Santana style. Then she'd say that it was everything she thought it would be and more. A whole lot more. Our two hearts met and intertwined during those hours that we made love. It was simply magical.

We got up and got dressed around ten o'clock on that Saturday morning and cleaned up the beautiful mess we had made. I got a vase out of the closet and put as many roses as I could fit into the vase and placed it on my windowsill so the sun would hit the flowers. After we were done, it was 11 am.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Um, go back upstairs…" she hugged me from behind.

"Tonight my darling…tonight!"

"My darling, huh?" she asked, shyly.

"It's either that or 'my Santana'! You pick!" I offered.

"Any one would be okay because I'm yours…totally!" she said and reached to kiss my cheek.

"I just got an idea," I said as I rested into her embrace.

"Oh yea, what's that?" she asked.

"How about we have Quinn and Rachel over to thank them? We'll order pizza and watch movies…"

"Splendid idea, my love!" she smiled at me.

"My love?" I asked.

"Well, one of your many nicknames…my love, my Brit-Brit, sexy ass…" she said and smiled.

"I don't think 'sexy ass' would go over well with my parents!"

"Good call!" she replied and smiled.

"Whatever you land on it doesn't matter…you know why?"

"No why?" she asked.

"Cuz I'm yours!" I said, turned around in her embrace, and kissed her sweetly.

"Ok, ok…let's call those two before we go back upstairs," she suggested.

"Yup!" I replied.

"I'll call Quinn."

"I got Rachel!" I said.

We each went into different rooms, but kissed each other before we separated.

"I love being in love with you," she told me as she walked backwards.

"Well, I love being in love with you," I restated.

Santana ended up in the bathroom, but kept the door opened. She dialed Quinn's number and in a second Quinn picked up her phone and said,"Hello?"

"Whazzup?" Santana answered joyfully.

"Santana?" Quinn asked and then burst out in laughter.

"It is I!"

"Oh, boy, I guess someone had a good night!"

"The best ever!" she yelled.

"That's great, my friend. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Quinn asked.

"Brit and I want to have you and Rachel over to thank you for your help. We're ordering pizza and watching movies…you down with that?"

"Eh what the hell, it is Saturday after all!"

"That's my girl!" Santana yelled.

"Hold on Rachel…" I asked and then got up and yelled, "Hey, I thought I was your girl?" I playfully pouted.

"You are…I'm talking to my 'other girl', ya know? The one I don't mack on!" Santana joked.

"Weirdo!" I teased.

She stuck out her tongue at me.

"You better put that away or less I'm going to have to suck it out of your mouth." I said.

She held it out in the air for another minute then I got up from my seat and pretended to walk over to her. She stuck it back in, shocked. I laughed.

"Helloooooo!" Quinn yelled into her phone.

"Sorry…You heard all of that, right?" Santana asked.

"Every sick last word. So this is the 'after sex Santana', huh?" Quinn asked jokingly.

"I'd prefer to look at her as the 'totally in love Santana', if it's alright with you!" she answered.

"What time? Oh, and tell Rach I'll pick her up!"

"Hey, Sexy Ass, tell Rachel that Quinn'll pick her up!" Santana yelled into the living room.

"SANTANA!" I yelled, but smiled.

"What?" she said and threw up her hands.

"Jesus!" I heard Quinn yell into the phone.

"Is one okay?" Santana asked.

"Perfect…see you later…" Quinn said.

"Byes," Santana hung up her phone and got two sodas from the refrigerator.

"Ok, Rachel is coming too. What's gotten into you?" I asked, shocked.

"You!" she answered simply.

I walked up to her and looked into her eyes, and said, "Good!" Then I walked away.

"Here, got you a soda!"

"Thank you, Tana!"

"Tana, huh?" she asked me.

"I'm still trying to figure it out. Give me time." I said.

"Okie dokie!" she said.

We cuddled on the couch for awhile and kissed every ten minutes or so. I secretly wished that time would go quicker in between kisses. During our last kiss the doorbell rang.

"Go away." She yelled.

Ding dong

"I'm coming…" I said and got up from the couch. "Hey guys!"

Quinn and Rachel stepped into the house and Quinn said, "I liked the house decorated like last night!"

"Yes, it had a certain romantic feel to it," Rachel noted. Then she held up her hand for a high five which Quinn gave to her.

"Yes, yes, you two did an awesome job…" Santana said, gratefully.

"Yes, thank you so much! How did you get in?" I pretended not to know.

"The back door was surprisingly unlocked." Rachel played along.

"Geez, I gotta be more observant." I kidded and looked at Santana.

She motioned to the couch and we all sat down, "Give it up…you knew something was happening, Brit."

"Ok, I knew something was up, but I had no idea it was that!" I smiled and kissed her cheek.

After that we watched the first movie and then ordered pizza. As we waited for it to be delivered we were talking when Rachel asked a shocking question.

"What does it feel like to kiss a girl?"

"What now?" Santana asked, dumbfounded.

"You heard me…what does it feel like?"

"Um, Rach, it feels like cotton candy!" I said.

"Cotton candy?" Quinn asked.

"Yup…You know how cotton candy is so fluffy that you don't really think it's gonna taste like anything, especially anything good?" I began my statement. They all looked at me weirdly.

"Then when you connect your lips the kiss is actually so sweet and your mouth begins to water!" I said happy with my answer.

"You convinced, Berry?" Santana said, "I'd show you, but I'm taken."

"I'd show you, but…" I said and lifted my hand that held Santana's.

"Oh, come here…" Quinn said and leaned forward.

"It was just a -" Rachel started. Quinn took her hand and put it on the back of Rachel's head, pulled her in a little, and kissed her passionately and squarely on her lips. They stayed in that position and tilted their heads back and forth a few times. Quinn even slipped her tongue into Rachel's mouth and they massaged each other's tongues. Santana and I looked at each other in astonishment. They were making out right in front of us.

When they came up for air, Santana said, "Upstairs, first door on the left…" I elbowed her. She smiled.

"What? What happened? Where am I?" Rachel said, incoherently.

Quinn just smiled. "My job here is done!"

Santana then saw Rachel hang her head down and heard her whisper, "Cotton candy!" Santana looked at her, but didn't say anything. Rachel noticed her staring, but shifted her eyesight to something else.

Ding dong

"Pizza!" Rachel said and got up quickly and ran to the door. I followed her and we opened the door, paid the delivery guy, and Rachel grabbed the pizza. Before she turned around to go back to the group, I grabbed her arm and said, "Rachel, you okay?"

"I'm hungry…" she responded.

"No, are you okay?" I asked again.

"Oh, yea, that…I'm not gonna lie, I wanted her to do that, but it probably meant nothing. At least I can say I got to first base with Quinn Fabray…that was first base, right?"

"I think so. I'm not sure."

"To me it is!" Rachel said and smiled.

"I'm hungry…" Santana yelled.

"Keep your pants on," I yelled back. She jokingly went to unzip her pants. "No Santana, I mean it!"

"You're no fun!" she said and pouted.

"Quinn, help me!" I begged.

"And what am I supposed to do? She's your girlfriend." Quinn asked and smirked.

I ignored her and looked at Rachel who seemed to be enjoying the scene that was playing out before her eyes.

"If you wanna talk call me!" I told her and she smiled.

"Thank you." Rachel said.

We all devoured the pizza and then watched the second movie. Pretty soon it was nine o'clock and Quinn was yawning.

"You about ready," Quinn asked Rachel.

"Yea, sure! Thanks girls I had a great time!" Rachel said and hugged us.

"No worries, Rach," Santana said.

"Thank you again for your help. I'm here to help you if you need it!" I said and looked into her eyes. She didn't say anything and she started to walk out of the house.

"Quinn, thank you so much!" I said and hugged her tightly.

"You're more than welcome. You should have seen how nervous that one was at the mall that day!" Quinn replied.

"Yea, I truly was." Santana said honestly.

"It turned out pretty well," I said and smiled. Santana nodded her head.

"See you both on Monday," Quinn said and walked to her car.

I stood at the door and watched Rachel get into Quinn's car. Her head was lowered and I could see her take deep breathes in the front seat. Was she crying? I would never be certain of that. All I knew was that she was definitely shaken up from Quinn's kiss.

I made a mental note to talk to her about it at school on Monday.

Once we cleaned everything up we went to my room and shut the door. We made out for awhile and then magically we made love for even longer. She was again so in tune with what I needed from her. She placed a sweet kiss here and bit me there. I was in ecstasy the entire time. I, in turn, did everything I knew to show her how much I loved her.

After we were exhausted, we held each other tightly. Right before we drifted off to sleep I asked, "Can everyone be as happy as we are?"

"I'd like to think so," she replied.

Without breaking any confidences I tried to tell Santana a little about the conversation I had with Rachel at the mall.

"Someone you know really likes someone else you know!" I said.

"Are you talking about you and me now? Or do I have to put on my thinking cap?" she said.

"You know what, nevermind…I promised!" I said.

"Oh, if you want to talk you know I am here!" she said.

"I know. I love you!"

"I love you too!" she said, right before I fell asleep.

At school on Monday, Santana held my hand every time that I saw her. She walked me to most of my classes and made sure she was there when the bell rang at the end of each one. She said, "I missed you!" every time. I kissed her cheek.

During lunch she actually got my food for me and held my free hand the entire time.

"You don't mind I'm doing all of this for you," she asked unsure.

"No, honey, I don't." I reassured her lovingly, "I think it's cute!"

"Ok, good. When it starts to get old, please tell me, k?"

"Of course. Listen, would you mind if I went to talk to Rachel in a few minutes? I want to make sure she's okay from Saturday," I asked.

"This is why I love you," she said and gazed into my eyes, "you truly care for others."

"Aww. Thank you, my Santana!" I said then kissed her cheek again.

"I'll see you in Spanish," she said.

"Definitely." I responded and then got up and started to take my tray to throw out my leftover food.

"I'll take it!" she offered.

"You sure? I don't want to get spoiled." I said honestly.

"I got it!" she said, happily.

"I love you," I said as I walked away.

"I love you more!" she said and waved.

I was walking in the hallway to find Rachel when I saw her and Quinn talking at her locker. I didn't want to interrupt so I stayed out of their view.

"Why did you kiss me like that?" Rachel asked and I overheard.

"You asked what it felt like." Quinn answered a little too matter-of-factly.

"Was that the only reason? Then why did you kiss me again in your car before I got out?" Rachel asked hopeful. From where I stood I saw a tiny smile begin to form on her face.

"I…um…yes it was!" Quinn said very quickly and then proceeded to stomp off. Rachel was left standing there on the verge of tears.

"Rachel?" I asked as I started to walk up to her.

"Brittany!" she exclaimed because she thought she was alone in the hallway.

"Are you okay?" I asked sincerely.

"No…" she said and started to jog to the girls' room. I followed her making sure she was ahead of me even though my legs were longer. I could have easier caught up with her, but I didn't.

She angrily threw her bag against the floor. Then she walked over to the radiator and plunged down onto the floor and put her knees to her chest. She began to cry. I knelt beside her and held her in a tight hug.

"It'll be okay." I cooed to make her stop crying.

"No, no, it won't," she said between sobs.

"It'll be, I promise." I said.

"Please Brittany, don't say that!" she almost yelled at me. I saw in her eyes that she regretted doing that.

"I'm sorry you're hurt! Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.

"You're doing a lot right now, Brittany. I appreciate it." Rachel said and she began to stop crying. "Can you answer one question for me, though?"

"Of course," I answered.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked meekly.

I was taken aback by her simple question.

"Rachel Berry…Look at me!" I softly demanded. She picked her head up and with mascara running from her eyelashes, she looked at me.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with you! Do you hear me?" I said assuredly.

"Yeah right!" she laughed and mocked.

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with you." I repeated my sentence.

She got up from the floor and walked over to the sink and washed her face.

"Who was I kidding? To think that Quinn Fabray could be interested in me like that…I swear sometimes I can be so …"

"Please don't say 'stupid'." I asked. I hated when that word was used about anyone I knew. It is a demeaning word which should be banned from the dictionary, even more it should be banned from being said.

"Ok, but I sometimes I am!" Rachel said.

"How can I help?" I asked.

"There's nothing anyone can do." Rachel answered somberly.

"Want me to talk to her?" I asked without thinking.

"No, please don't Brittany." Rachel begged me. "I'm appreciative that you want to, but please don't."

"Do you want Santana to?"

"No," was the answer I got.

"What are you going to do then?" I asked.

"Be a big girl and either let it go or win her heart! Sound like a plan?" Rachel asked and looked at me with the first smile I had seen on her face since in the hallway.

"Promise one thing?" I asked concerned.

"What's that?" Rachel answered.

"If you try to win her heart, be careful she doesn't break yours again." I said.

Rachel walked up to me, pulled me into a hug, and said, "Thank you for being a friend!"

That night while Santana and I were lying in my bed, cuddling, I mentioned the talk I had with Rachel.

"Aww, that stinks!" she said, disappointed.

"Hold up," I said, kind of surprised.

"What's up?"

"You're not mad at Quinn?" I asked.

"Am I happy with how she handled the situation, no, but these things need to form on their own…ya know, at their own pace." she said.

"Okay, who are you and what did you do to my best friend and girlfriend?" I asked, jokingly.

"Haha! I'm still me, Brit, but a softer me. Your love is changing me. Problem with that?" she asked and kissed me on my nose.

Just as I was about to take her mouth in a hungry kiss there was a knock on the door.

"Impeccable timing, whoever that is," Santana whispered.

"Come in!" I yelled.

My Mom opened the door and walked in. Santana tried to untangle herself from my embrace, but I resisted.

"Hey, Mom." I said, totally aware of what Santana was trying to do and I pinched her for it.

"Hi, girls. I just wanted to see how your weekend went." my Mom said and winked overdramatically. She then sat down on my computer chair.

"It was magical," I said with the biggest smile on my face.

"It was life changing!" Santana smiled.

"Well, I see the house is still standing and the back door is now locked, so…Good job girls," my Mom said and applauded.

"I made you a promise, Mary, and I had every intention of keeping it!" Santana said and looked directly into my Mom's eyes.

"I know, Santana, I trust you!" my Mom smiled.

"Thank you," my Santana replied.

My Mom got up from the seat and started to leave the room. Before the door closed all the way, Santana yelled, "Good night 'Mother of the Year'!"

We heard her chuckle from the hallway.

Santana then looked into my blue eyes and smiled. I gently pulled her closer and into a hungry, passion-filled, wet kiss.