Brittany

October 8th, 2011

Later that same night

Chasing pavements was softly coming from Santana's laptop for the third time that night. Of course it wasn't the only song that the girls had listened to, but it the melody and Adele's swift voice through the rifts just set the right kind of mood tonight. They'd gone in for dinner about 45 minutes ago, and had been met with a blanket and a basket full of whatever was set on the Lopez' dining room table.

"Go on girls." Her mother had said. "Go be nostalgic and have some fun. Your father and I will do our own thing in here. Now go. Have some fun."

Of course they had had a good amount of that, up in the little hollow of their tree. Santana's mom had packed two delicious plates of some fettuccini chicken bow tie pasta dish and they had quickly devoured those first. Then they worked on the two big slices of 5- layer left over chocolate cake that they had had not too long ago to celebrate her father's birthday. That left them now with their box of chocolate covered strawberries, something Brittany didn't particularly enjoy, but loved the romantic ness of it- so ate anyways.

The Latina had her back against where Brittany had had hers earlier, with her left knee drawn up and the other outstretched, snaking past the blonde's left knee. She, the taller girl, sat crossed legged just admiring the other girl, who was gazing out among the stars. She couldn't tell if she was reading them for some kind of answer or just studying the beauty, maybe she was doing both.

She wasn't even aware of her own movements as she lifted a fairly coated strawberry to Santana's mouth, and without looking the girl let a soft smile come across her lips and then she took a bite, stealing all of the chocolate off of the strawberry.

"There you go babe." The Latina said with that same smile splayed over her face. Brittany honestly had no idea what she as talking about, she felt like she'd completely missed something. So she inquired:

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" she could feel that her eyebrows were a little furrowed against her forehead. And when the shorter girl looked over at her to lock their eyes she just smiled even bigger. Half of the juicy strawberry was still in Brittany's right hand, that was rested against her knee.

"I know that you don't like chocolate covered strawberries, but that you do like strawberries by themselves." She said with a sure confidence that the blonde couldn't help but let her heart swell at. The Latina knew her so well, and it never ceased to amaze her.

"Santana Lopez. In the entire time I've known you I don't think I've ever told you that I don't like chocolate and strawberries together." She'd always avoided it because they were one of the darker haired girl's favorite things, and she never wanted her to make any compromises when they were doing things like this together.

They locked eyes for what seemed like a happy eternity before the Latina simply stated: "You don't have to tell me. I guess I'm just that awesome." It came out with a happy smile filled with playfulness and love.

"Or maybe I'm just really easy to read." The blonde countered with the same smile, taking the rest of the strawberry into her mouth. She actually loved how much the shorter girls could just do and know things like that. She honestly never knew how she could ever love someone else, and she didn't really want to.

"Hmm, maybe both then." Santana said with the smile never leaving her face. She didn't know if she ever smiled this much around anyone else, nor this much when the blonde wasn't in her presence. With this Brittany crawled forward, coming up on her knees and hands to kiss the other girl. At first the full lip was sucked in between the blondes own pair, and then as they continues in the familiar dance the Latina's tongue was sucked in as well. This caused Brittany to make a disgruntled noise and squish her face up in slight disgust. She pulled back a little bit and Santana cupped both of her cheeks, rubbing her thumbs softly over the blonde's hairline with a look of slight confusion on her face.

Noticing this Brittany drew in a playful breathe threw her teeth and let it out in a sigh. "Yeah…I really don't like chocolate covered strawberries." She then threw her elbows and shoulders into a shrug.

The shorter girl couldn't contain the big boom of a laugh that came out of her. So she just shook her head once and pulled the blonde back in, consumed with how adorable she was. When she knew the kiss had Brittany completely drunk, even though there had been no tongue yet, she delved right in, letting her taste of it on purpose. She snickered into the kiss and the taller girl pulled back.

She couldn't contain her smile but still said: "San, that was disgusting. But at the same time it wasn't, so I'm just gonna kiss you again and ignore your ignorance." As she leaned back in the song switched to 'I Wouldn't Mind.' "Oh my gosh, S. I love this song." She smiled against her lips.

"Britt, look at the title of this playlist." She said putting her back against the tree to separate them. She turned the laptop to face the two of them and opened the lid more. When she saw her girlfriend's eyes dart back and forth over the screen she continued: "I know you do."

The play list was entitled: "Songs That Remind Me of Brittany."

It wasn't the cleverest of titles but it put a huge grin on the blonde's face nonetheless. "San…are you trying to get lucky tonight or is this all mere coincidence?" she said leaning back onto her side of the tree and pulling the other girl over to her, settling her down so that she straddled her.

"Hmm…" the Latina hummed in mock thought. "I like to say that fate knows what's best." They locked eyes again and read even more into that simple statement.

"You're damn straight." Brittany hummed in reply, brushing some hair out of the shorter girl's face. She took a minute again to just admire the beauty there. Then a thought hit her as randomly as the Lopez' adults make out session today. "Oh my gosh, San! You know we need to do?" she asked with enthusiasm.

Santana's eyes sufficed as her way of saying 'What?' So the blonde continued, leaving a pause for effect: "Star Trippin'!" she yelled out, with a half sing- song voice. The Latina's eyes widened a bit before she let out:

"Fuck. Yes." And both girls practically jumped off of each other and down the tree, leaving all of the picnic supplies behind, but bringing the laptop down to sit on the deck's patio table. They slid the glass door open and didn't even bother to close it, running through the house in a frantic beeline to find a flashlight. As they ran past the living room where Carmen sat she didn't even question what they were doing, well past used to the spontaneity of the girls and the random things they could do. So she decided to simply just go with:

"You girls having fun?" but this didn't even phase their running as they gripped onto walls and spun around to run down the next hallway.

"Yeah!" Brittany called out at the same time that Santana called out: "Flashlight?"

Carmen then smiled softly into her newspaper, knowing what the girls were about to go do. You could hear it in her voice when she said: "It's your third drawer to the left, Brittany." Remembering where she had heard the blonde's voice from just moments ago.

It phased Brittany for a moment because she wasn't quite sure how Santana's mom had known where she was. She thought that maybe she hadn't, until she checked the third drawer to her left, and there laid the yellow and black industrial flashlight. She stood there a little taken aback for a moment, but then decided to shrug it off and pick up the needed tool. "Thanks Mrs. L." she then thought again. "Carmen." She corrected.

As she ran back through the living room to find Santana she chanced a glance towards the older woman's direction, getting a playful scold in return. She smiled a little erratically with apology, showing all of her teeth, but mostly the bottom ones. She then patted her way down the hallway to the living room's left, passed three doors, and made another left up to the staircase. "Hurry, San!" she shouted as she herself made her way the stairs. This time she took a right and entered the doorway that was also to her right. She hushed down her tone a little bit, now that it was only her and Santana. "Found it." She said with a little smile, and the smile grew when she noticed the Latina bent over, halfway in her closet searching for something. She definitely wasn't complaining about the view, that was even better since she was only wearing a pair of short track shorts. So she was a little disappointed when her girlfriend straightened back out, until she saw what resided in her hands. She then broke out into her full on toothy grin.

"And look what I found." The girl said with a knowing smile and an eyebrow cocked.

"Oh my gosh, no. No, San. We're not playing like that, we're in high school now. That cannot happen." She said, even though she was beaming. In the tan hands there was a scarf that resembled one of Rachel Berry's reindeer sweaters and a timer. It was a bright pink and white and smelled like mothballs. "First of all, I can't believe you kept that." That made her heart swell again, and she couldn't relish in it too much or they'd never end up leaving this room. "And second of all, that totally clashes with our uniforms."

"Oh, whine." She said with the same smirk. "Besides I have just as much chance of losing as you do." She continued walking forward with the scarf still in hand. The rules of the game were that whoever falls down first loses and they had to wear the scarf the whole entire next day. It'd been that way since who knows when. "And of course I kept it silly." She said taking one more step forward and closing the distance between the two of them. She then put a light kiss on the blonde's lips. They both just smiled for a little awhile before Brittany shot up and bolted out of the bedroom door, no doubt heading for the backyard where they had just been. With a giggle the shorter girl ran after her, with the items still in hand. "Britt! Wait up! You're so gonna be wearing this scarf!" she added with a game-time voice. This shit was serious. This color pink did not go well with Hispanic skin. It much better complimented the blonde's rosy cheeks. In all reality, this scarf complimented no one, the only person who looked undeniably adorable in it was her girlfriend, but that as probably just because of the history behind it and the fact the Brittany could make a trash bag look good somehow, just by being her.

"You wish, bitch!" she said with a mock challenging tone.

Star tripping was a game that tested anyone's strong stomach. The object of the game was to lock your eyes on one star up in the sky and spin around in place, never breaking eye contact with said star. And the way the girls played when the timer hit anywhere past 1 minute they shined the light in each other's eyes and then started timing to see how long they could fumble around before making full body contact with the ground.

"Who first?" the Latina asked, smiling at the previous comment. Brittany tightened up her pony tail, putting the flashlight between her legs. She then took it and handed it to Santana, smiling. That sufficed as her answer and the shorter girl sat the scarf down next to the laptop that was still playing music. She turned the volume up a little bit while she was over there, hearing the last chords of "Turning Page" play. She walked back over to stand a few feet from where the taller girl stood. With the flashlight in her right hand she clicked it once, making sure the batteries worked. When it flickered on she quickly flickered it off, the brightness hurting her eyes a little bit. Then she fumbled with the timer in her hand, which was still set to go for one minute from the last time they played, which had never been on a school night light this. So generally they just ended up lounging around in pajamas all day Saturday, one of them sporting the scarf.

The shorter girl had been lost in thought when she heard Brittany burst out laughing, bringing her out of her own head. Looking up she saw the blonde clutching her stomach. "Oh my gosh San! Is this really…" another fit of laughter rolled through the girl. "Is this really on your playlist of songs that remind you of me?" Santana hadn't had even took the time to think about whatever song was next, which she really scolded herself for. This was a really old play list that she had made before her and Brittany were girlfriends, so she'd never really listened to it with the other girl before.

I called her on the phone and she touched herself. The chorus of 'Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too' rang through the little laptop speakers. It was the last line of the repetitive chorus though and the next thing they heard through the blonde's laughter was: I'm only human with my cross to bear. When she described her underwear, I forgot all the rules the Rabbi told me in the old Shoal.

Santana quickly darted over to skip to the next song, which was 'Anyone Else but You,' a much better choice. She felt a blush creep up to her face, even though there was only a little bit of reason to be embarrassed. She and Brittany had always been very comfortable around each other, but it was something from when she was hiding and denying her feelings for her. So she guessed that was it.

The blonde's eyes had water brimming up around the edges and she looked slightly apologetic from laughing when she noticed the Latinas embarrassment. The shorter girl just kind of shrugged it off. "Babe," the taller girl began, her laughter dying down, "there's no reason to be embarrassed. I just found it funny was all. And pretty damn hot if you ask me." She added for good measure, to make sure the shorter girl wasn't feeling too bad about it.

"Whatever, lets just get back to the game." Santana said still feeling a bit red faced by the whole song situation, which didn't get past Brittany at all.

"San, it's fine. I mean, it's true too. It's not like we haven't done…that before. Don't sweat it, I actually kind of like that that song reminds you of me." She said with a little smirk. Then she placed a suggestive kiss against the darker haired girl's hesitant lips. They gave in after a couple of seconds and Brittany knew that she had given in and wasn't near as ashamed or awkward anymore. This made her smile and she wanted a quick distraction, so the Latina didn't have time to relish. "The game!" she said excitedly, bouncing on her heels and placing a kiss on the tan cheek. Santana let a smile come back onto her face and she laughed, feeling the excitement too.

"Okay, have you got your star all picked out?" she said as she watched the blonde plant her feet firmly to the ground. Looking up with her mouth open.

"Uhh…" she said searching for a bright dot that wasn't moving or that wouldn't flash orange occasionally. "Yeah, I've got one." Santana got herself ready when she heard the taller girl's confirmation.

"Okay…on you mark. Get set. Go!" She all but shouted from her position a not too far away from Brittany. She giggled at the sight of the girl spinning fastly in a circle, her arms hanging out by her sides and her feet stepping out of place occasionally. She saw the timer pass one minute and waited for the two digits after the colon to hit 26 before she clicked the flashlight on, pointing it directly into her girlfriend's face, who looked at it immediately and started to lose her steps with every fumble, bent at the waist to try and catch what she had lost, this lasted for about 14 seconds before she shit the ground with a soft thud.

Santana couldn't contain her chuckle as she quietly yelled, "14 seconds, babe. I could beat that in my sleep." She generally wasn't so mean, even if it was playful, this soon after the fall. Because she liked to make sure the other girl was ok, but judging by the laughter she knew she was. She crouched over anyways and leaned closely to Brittany's face, she ran a hand through the blonde hair and made a wincing noise, "How'd that fall feel, baby?" she continued stroking her hair.

"Shew, the fall was fine. I'm just dizzy is all." The taller girl said, half sitting up. Opening her eyes wide then blinking them shut tightly, she repeated this a few times before she smirked up at the still crouching Santana. The next part was Brittany's favorite, and both of the girls knew it. It was supposed to be that if you fell and got hurt you got a kiss to make it better, but that generally wasn't the case. "Actually, I don't know. My ankle…it kind of hurts, babe."

"Aw…babe. That's too bad. Maybe we should go ice it." She said, knowing she'd get instant disagreement from the girl. So she smirked and reached her hand back up to continue petting the girl's hair.

"No, no. I think I can make it. You know…" she lingered, locking eyes with the dark haired girl, "With a kiss. Just to make it feel better for now." She said, in a serious tone.

"Oh. Yeah, I see the logic there. I think I can do that." She bent herself, removing her hand from Brittany's hair to prop herself up on it, and leaned in to kiss her ankle, and she then got the protest she was looking for.

"Wait, wait San." She said urgently. Santana looked up with a knowing smirk, but let confusion be brought up to her eyes, for the sake of this mock situation. Brittany just smiled and pointed to her lips and mouthed 'Up here.' To which the Latina quickly obliged and took the pale lips into her own, lingering there until she need air. She then pulled back and straightened herself up.

"Okay, my turn and then we go inside. I'm getting too distracted, and I need to take care of a problem. Sooner rather than later." She said with another smirk and a gleam in her eye. They both knew that the "Problem" she was talking about wasn't actually a "problem" at all, if any thing it was a solution. Then a tan hand reached out to grab Brittany's pale one and she helped the girl up. They stood there for a moment, hands locked in between their two bodies, standing not even an inch from each other. They got lost in eye contact for what seemed like the billionth time that day, it was just do easy to do. "Yeah, we need to hurry up and crown the winner of this game." Santana said a little rushed; if they didn't get to her room soon she was worried she'd take Brittany right then and there.

Brittany just giggled and took the flashlight off the ground and the timer from the Latina who was offering it to her. "Okay, you all set?" Santana nodded her approval, not looking away from the night sky. "Alright, I'm gonna count to three…" she began again. "1…2…3!" and as soon as the number came out of her mouth the tan girl began spinning rapidly, and the contrast the black shorts made with the caramel legs distracted Brittany a bit, so when the timer passed the one minute mark she hadn't even noticed. The Latina kept spinning and the blonde kept drooling.

"Um…babe?" the shaken voice broke her out of her lustful thoughts. Shit. She thought. When she realized that she hadn't had been paying attention she looked at the timer and suppressed the urge to laugh. Santana had been spinning for 2 minutes and 27 seconds.

"Ah!" The blonde quickly let her realization be voiced and then flashed the light into the brown eyes.

"For the love of fuck!" Santana said, bring her hands to her eyes. She kept fumbling and fumbling, and when she fell she had been leaned over so much to the left that Brittany wondered how she had stood at that angle in the first place. When she hit the ground the timer said it had only taken her 11 seconds to fall.

"You spun for a good minute longer than me and you still beat me." Brittany lied. "Bitch." She said playfully, disappointment lacing in her tone. Santana quickly picked up on the fib, but didn't show it. She'd just give have her mom take the scarf while they were sleeping and throw it in the wash 'forgetting' to dry it, claiming that she didn't want Brittany going to school smelling like moth balls.

After Santana's head had dulled down off the high of being completely dizzy she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at the blonde, smirking. She then quickly threw her head back to the ground and put out a small "Ow."

Brittany was then quickly at her side, crouched down over her face. "Baby, what's wrong?" When she locked eyes with the brunette she knew she was only kidding, but she kept up the escapade anyways. "Is it your head?" she laid her hand over Santana's forehead. "Your knee?" She inquired again, doing the same thing again, only with a different home for her hand. "Your foot?" Again. "Your…heart?" She said, now dropping the act, but still placing her hand on the Latinas chest. She smiled a little and leaned forward to kiss her girlfriend.

"Um…yeah. It was my heart, but you definitely helped. I think it's all fixed now." She said placing her hand over where Brittany's rested on her chest. Blue eyes locked with brown ones and they heard the song in the background switch to 'Duet' by Rachel Yamagata.

Oh Lover, hold on- till I come back again.

For these arms are growing' tired,and my tales are wearing thin.

If you're patient I will surprise,when you wake up I'll have come.

All the anger will settle down, and we'll go do all the things we should have done.

The way their eyes spoke to each other they could've been singing to each other and portrayed the same feelings. Everything was out on the table right now. It was a raw and vulnerable situation, but the two girls couldn't imagine spending it with anyone else.

Yes I remember what we saidas we lay down to bed. I'll be here if you will only come back home.

Oh lover, I'm lost-Because the road I've chosen beckons me away.

Oh lover, don't you roam. Now I'm fighting words I never thought I'd say.

That line made Santana swallow hard, because it really did hit close to home. She never imagined loving someone as much as she loved Brittany. Much less loving a girl for that matter. But the fact that she loved her was so true, and now that she had said it out loud she could never deny it, that's how strong it was. Thinking all of these things she had to fight back tearing up. She smiled up at Brittany who smiled back, understanding- but not doing as good of a job at keeping her composure. The Latina had to chuckle at how fast the mood could switch between them, but she wasn't at all complaining.

But I remember what we said as we lay down to bed. I'll forgive you oh if you just

come back home.

Hmmm. Hmm. Hmmm. Hmm-mm.

Brittany started to hum along with Ray Lamontagne and that's when Santana felt the water brimmed in her eyes start to pool up a little more.

Oh lover, I'm old. You'll be out there and be thinking just of me.

And I will find you down the road and we'll return back home to where we're

Meant to be.

'cause I remember what we saidas we lay down to bed. We'll be back soon as we make history.

The song came to a close as a silence filled the air. Both girls were breathing deeply, there lungs and hearts filled with that crushing pang of love. Santana had still been lying on the ground, Brittany now on her knees, still leaning over the Latina.

If I die and go to hell real soon…The beginning of 'Wow, I can be sexual too' started to ring through the silence, crashing the mood as if it was a plate dropped from the counter.

Both girls burst into laughter, the blonde falling onto the shorter girl, who talked first: "Haha, wow. Teaches me to never leave it on shuffle. Talk about mood killer. … Damn." She moaned covering her face in her hands, smiling so hard her face hurt. The taller girl wore a matching smile and buried her face into the crook of the Latinas neck.

They both breathed in heavily from laughter and the sheer comedy of the situation. Santana brought a hand down to rest on Brittany's back. The fits of laughter started to die down and the only thing in the air was the song coming from the patio table.

More silence.

"So…want to go to my room now?" Santana asked, only half-joking.

"Of course." The blonde lifted her head to smile and then placed a lazy lingering kiss to her lips. "Let's go." She said shifting so she could stand up and help her girlfriend do the same.

She got up with a huff as well, and looked around for a second. "What about the picnic supplies?" She heard Brittany ask her.

"Oh, I'll just ask my mom if she can take care of it. I'm sure she wouldn't mind." She replied. Brittany seemed a bit reluctant at first, she didn't really like leaving a mess, but when she felt reassuring fingers give hers a squeeze she nodded her head and let the Latina lead her inside of the house.

The darker girl broke away for a minute to go talk to her mom, who still sat on the living room sofa. Then she met back up with Brittany in the adjacent hallway and they found their way to her bedroom.

Santana

October 8th, 2011

A couple of minutes later

She felt the backs of her knees hit the bed as Brittany continued her attack on her neck. She leaned her head to the right to give her more access. The taller girl, who was still dressed, pushed her down onto the bed and pulled her own shirt over her head. She tossed it onto the floor next to Santana's discarded cut-off and track shorts.

"Fuck, Britt." She murmured as she took in the sight in front of her. The blonde just smiled and straddled the sitting Santana. She began another attack, but this time it started at the Latinas mouth and ended on her collar bone. Brittany wasted no time and shoved a hand straight down the other girl's underwear and began to explore there.

She let out moans of approval and the blonde grinned into the crook of her girlfriend's neck. She'd found the sensitive spot that drove the girl wild and she'd built up a steady pace, pushing both of them down so they were laying down now.

She brought her fingers down a little lower and thrust in once. As Santana let out her first groan of approval she heard mom yell for her.

Brittany looked like a deer in headlights as her eyes asked Santana what they were supposed to do. "Shit." The dark haired girl muttered. "No, if we don't acknowledge her, she'll go away. If we don't act like it's happening than it's not."

"Santana Lopez!" And with that all the arousal drained from her body. She reached down and pulled Brittany's fingers out of her, the blonde then gave way for her to sit up. Her mom was using her first and last name. That meant she was definitely in trouble.

But she didn't have anytime to process it, because she had to get down there fast before things got ugly in front of Britt.

"Ms. Pierce!" her mom yelled. Welp, so much for that idea. She thought. They were both in trouble. But what for?

Shit.

Had her mom seen something in the yard? No, she had been on the couch the whole time. But I guess there was truly no way to be sure of that.

She jumped up fast to get dressed, throwing Brittany's shirt at her in the process, signaling for her to put it on. Once they were both clothed, they made there way slowly down the stairs. "Si, mami?" she let her Spanish out, hoping she could save the blonde from some of the harshness.

What she saw next made her heart drop to her feet then hammer harder than she thought it ever had. She even heard Brittany let out a little gasp. Both of the girls were in utter shock.

Her mom had her laptop open and facing the two stunned girls; she stood behind it with her arms crossed. Her dad, who had been in bed, looked up from his spot sitting at the table on her right. He was holding a whisky, and he looked extremely stressed and his eyes were glazed over. The bright screen displayed the playlist her and Brittany had been listening to and the icon stood out now more than ever.

It was a picture they had taken back in Indiana. Santana had snapped it with her phone, her arm outstretched and her and Brittany engaged in a tender, but not revealing kiss.

She felt a hand from behind her snake into hers, and she knew her girlfriend was just as scared and shocked as she was- but that she was trying to be reassuring. Her hand lay limp for awhile, before she squeezed the pale hand back. Blinking hard and looking down.

Oh shit. She thought. This is it.

Alrighty, so I apologize for the cliffhanger, but I really hoped you guys liked this chapter. It's a little longer and we've finally got some drama tied in here. So let me know what you think and yada yada. Thanks guys.(: