[Britt POV]

I bite my thumb, looking up at the ceiling before turn my head to stare at my person sleeping on bed as I bite my thumb harder. I tried to get comfortable on the arm chair next to bed as I hugged my knees and leant my chin on it, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. My heart skipped a beat every time I looked at her since I woke up, like 30 minutes ago. I didn't regret. HELL NO. But everything started with that dream, that fucking dream where she was there… all mine and then I woke up on other dream with she on top of me. I felt my heart almost on my throat. How we'd talk now? What if she hated me? I mean, I convinced her to do that and… shit! She would hate me. And there was… something… should I tell her that I was…? I looked up when I heard the bed moving. My shocked eyes met the sleepy ones and I felt like I'd run at any minute. But at the same time I couldn't move.

Sorry… - her voice was a bit husky and she rubbed the back of her hand on her eyes – Did I sleep too much?

Uhum. The chickens are even up. – I smiled, even without any idea what was coming.

SHIT! – Santana stood up grabbing the sheets to cover her body and walked to the window checking outside – AH! So funny! – she said turning to face me – I have to appear or they will think someone kidnapped us…

I looked at her skin, forgetting that fact she was talking to me. I touched that skin yesterday. It was soft and… perfect and now was full of blue marks and I knew I have lost my mind on the middle of the night.

- I.. what you were talking about? – I said as I noticed she was staring at me.

- I was saying.. Ah. Never mind. - I watched her walking over the bed and getting her clothes, getting dressed slowly. Her waist, abs… Everything. She fixed the blouse to cover her neck and before turn to me, she got her panties on blushing badly. – Britt..

- M-me?

- We need… we need to talk...

- Ok… - Shit! I looked like the girl that had done something wrong and mom was waiting to hit me. I stood up, pressing my lips together – I am sorry.

- You… you're sorry? – Her voice sounded… hurt..?

- Yes… I mean... You didn't want and I convinced you… - my words died and I added fast – I knew you are the adviser and… Like... we have a… different kind of… relation right? – I looove when my phrase sounds like a doubt.

- Yes. I think it shouldn't happen again. – her voice was low and again she stood up getting her serious face – Lets go, miss. – and turned her back to me

I didn't answer. It was way worst than all my insecurities together.

Silence. One word that makes me hates moments like this. I was sitting on the seat on the corridor and Santana on the seat next to me, looking at the window. And that bad feeling on my stomach wasn't because of the plane.

- You... – I said. She didn't even leant closer to look, just made a 'hum?' to tell me she was listening – Do you… regret? – I looked at her, even if she didn't.

- Being honest?

I took a deep breath, looking at her.

- Yes.

- No. I don't.

With this answer, all that bad feeling seemed to jump by the window; I took a deep breath, feeling a bit happy and a smile cross my lips.

- Me neither. – I said, whispering not sure if she'd listen.

Finally, she looked up at me, her brown eyes, staring directly to mine, almost like she could see my soul. It was getting intense and I started leaning in, blushing, like I never thought I'd do since my ten years old, and looked away, fixing my gaze on the seat.

- I need to tell you something… - Santana made the 'hm' sound again and I hesitate – I… - she said "You…?'- Iwasavirgin.

- You WHAT?

I looked socked at her, moving away.

- I... you listen! – I was too embarrassed.

- My God Britt… - Santana whispered as she watched me, she had intertwined her fingers together – I am sorry…?

- Don't be. – I have no idea who was more embarrassed – I wanted that and… you don't have to… apologize.

- But... You… you... er… what about your sexuality?

- How so?

- Like… - Santana narrowed her eyes turning to me- you were… - she whispered so low that I almost didn't understood – a virgin right? And you lost your virginity with me, a woman – she stopped and cleared her throat – And I remember you saying you didn't like when the prince Mike tried to grab you so... you… do you understand?

I blinked a few times, kinda getting it.

- So, I am a lesbian?

- Not really. Do you attracted to guys on the same way you felt… han.. to… to me yesterday?

Hm… There was nothing between a boy and me. No needy or desire. Not even one kiss has ever felt like last night. I'd never think someone could do that to me. I felt my body getting hot as I reminded, and I tried to get comfortable on the seat. If we had agreed it wouldn't happen anymore, it was better to don't be this hot near her. But… her face was so close and... I could just lean in and…

- Princess?

I turned my gaze away from her lips and I noticed I had almost threw myself over her. With my cheeks burning and all, I tried to remind the question.

- I.. er.. no.

- I understand. I am sorry for all these questions. – Santana said. There was something weird with her.

- Is it bad? – I moved closer to no one listen me – You know? Like girls?

- No. Its not. – she turned her face to me and again we were really close. She took a deep breath before answer and her hot breath hit my face. – I like girls too. But… you have to get married to a boy, do you get it? – she took the hair falling near her eyes, making it better to stare at her

- You... too? – I couldn't leave her eyes, now a caramel-brown

- Yes, Britt.

- So, its… its good, isn't it? – what was really good?

It was me or we got closer? I mean, I don't remember feeling her hair hitting my cheeks.

- yes, It is… - her nose brushed against mine so… close…

- Ladies, we will land soon.

Santana froze as she realized how close we were and turned her head away from me, sitting up straight.

- Thanks for telling us.

I shook my head and after a few, I giggled.

- If we are landing in a few, don't you think its better you to sit back down?

- Ahm?

- Sit down. Seat. You.

- AH! Ah… sim.

Santana sat down a bit embarrassed, shaking her head a few times frowning a bit.

I wanted so badly to laugh but I didn't. I placed my hand on her torso, near her boobs, pulling the seatbelt, It looked like she was the virgin there.

Relax.

- I am relaxed. – she said right way.

- Of course, miss Lopez. – I get my on seatbelt on, smiling again. She rested back on the seat, sighing.

- I don't know how this is happening.

- Han…? – I felt the plane landing and I closed my eyes. Think on something else. UGH! I HATE PLANES!

- One more Britt?

I moved on the couch, laying on my tummy, head on a pillow. My mom was son the other couch and Santana, standing in front of me. I turned my head to her and smiled.

- Mom! He has 14! – I said looking at her – I couldn't stand be near him for one more second!

- And why you took so long? I thought you'd come back with a fiancé!

- We were busy… - I couldn't hold back my smile.

Santana almost chock at my words, but I could notice the way she was checking on me before she take a deep breath and say, serious.

- A few things happened and the door of the place we were locked us into it. We spent the night awake, trying to find a way to leave.

- Yes, we couldn't sleep… - I said, trying to sound serious.

- Britt helped. – she said and raised her eye browns, looking at me – She is thin and everything but she opened the window and jumped by it to open the door.

- HEY! – I said at the same time mom laughed a bit. – I don't remind this part! It was before or after we sleep?

- After! – she hissed.

- Aahhh… You know I don't remind anything after I slept.

- Wanna me to remind you? Everything? – Santana hissed, narrowing her eyes, before give me a smile.

- Wouldn't it be better if you just show me? Words don't… satisfy me. – I knew mom thought we were having one of our fights so I didn't even care. We weren't actually having one anyways.

- Ah really? Memories can work instead me – Santana was frozen and without an answer – Well, we are here anyways.

- Yes and all fine. No marks and nothing. – I stood up and mom nodded- I will go for a walk, ok?

Don't forget we will have lunch with a prince later.

- Mhm – I left the room smiling without look at her again.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight… Hands on my arm. New Record! 8 STEPS!

- Hi? – I said, turning, finding who I wanted to and trying to don't smile for it.

- Are you crazy?

- What? What did I do?

- You and your jokes! In front of your mom! – Sanny hissed and pulled me over the next room – You have… problems!

- But I didn't say anything, Miss Lopez. – I didn't get my arm free, so I got closer to her body – I wouldn't even talk about the fact we slept on the same bed, and that we woke up during the night… - she put her hand on my mouth, shutting me up. Her eyes were locked on mine as she shut the door with her foot and leant against it. Now, our bodies we too close.

- SHHH! Britt! You are teasing me… - her voice was soft but her eyes were so intense.

I smiled, pressing my body against hers. With my free hand I pulled her by the waist and got my other arm free, holding her hand and bringing it to my lips, turning the palm to me so I could give it playful bites. Santana just tried to breath and I let go of her hand, tracing my fingertips on her face. I bit the edge of her lips as she looked up and down my body.

- Stop, Britt… - she whispered.

- I know you said that we wouldn't but… - I let the phrase dies pressing my body harder against hers – But… Its just today… Just… today…

- You said it yesterday. – she whispered, but got our lips closer, getting her hand on my waist, pulling me to her.

- I don't have another excuse… - I said, whispering as well, almost shutting my eyes – Please Santana, kiss me…

And she did. Not right way. It looked like she wanted to torture me, once she took forever to press our lips together and trace her tongue over my lips. Way too slow. When I was going crazy, she pulled me into a deep kiss, so deep that I pushed her hard enough against the door to make the biggest echo. Santana got her hands under my shirt, touching my skin.

I wrapped a leg around her waist and pulled her closer, my fingers getting their way to her hair, kissing her back just as deeply. It wasn't nothing cute or lovely, it was just sex, and even without feelings it was too good. We didn't need it. I moved my lips over her neck, kissing an sucking hard the tanned skin.

You are a bitch… - I mumbled – But I don't want just a kiss.