A/N: Thank you to everybody reading, reviewing, and prompting. I got some interesting reviews concerning the Quinntana in chapter 6, but I promise I've attempted to clear that up in this chapter. Prepare for a little helping of angst with your regularly scheduled fluff. A special thank you to stonertostoner for the prompt and being a grade A pothead. Blaze on and enjoy everyone!

Brittany wakes up the next morning in her own bed not knowing how or when she got there, Santana asleep next to her, and is feeling massively hungover. The last night's events come flashing back to her in bits and pieces. She immediately feels bile rising up her throat and races to the toilet where she vomits. It feels awful, and after she's done she washes her face and brushes her teeth. She throws some clothes on, and goes into the kitchen where she gets a glass of ice water and takes two aspirin. Her head is killing her.

The natural cure for a hangover, besides lots of water and aspirin, is weed, so Brittany sets about loading the bowl on her bong with some of the Grandaddy Purp Quinn sold her. She thinks about waking Santana to get her to smoke with her, but decides to fly solo this time. She needs some time to think about what transpired the night before. Brittany lights the corner of the bowl and rips hard on the bong. She slouches back into the couch and holds her hit in. She wonders if Santana will say anything about last night's threesome. Looking back on it, it was definitely a drunken mistake. Brittany knows she should have stopped Santana dancing with Quinn the moment it started, but she felt like all she could do at the time was watch. She rolls her eyes back into her head at her own stupidity and takes another hit off the bong. They're definitely going to have to talk about this.

Right on cue Santana shows up wearing Brittany's favorite Led Zeppelin shirt, and it looks awesome on her.

"I like the shirt."

"Mmm, thanks. Borrowing it from someone." Brittany hands her the bong and Santana takes a hit, blowing the smoke in Fang's ear as he's followed her out of Brittany's bedroom.

"I think my dog has a crush on you," Brittany says. Fang is staring at Santana with a goofy doggy smile, and Brittany tells him to lay down just so he'll stop staring.

"I'm pretty crushable," Santana replies ghosting out a wispy trail of smoke.

"Speaking of bestiality, what was up with you and Quinn last night?"

"What do you mean 'you and Quinn'? You were there too."

"Yeah, as an afterthought. You were going to fuck Quinn whether I was there or not, that was kind of obvious." Brittany's trying to stay calm, but repressed feelings are bubbling up, and she's having a hard time not sounding pissed off.

"Woah, Britt," Santana says setting the bong down on the floor to give Brittany her full attention. "If I had known that's how you saw it, I would have never even touched Quinn. I wish you would have said something."

"Yeah, I wish I had too."

"Brittany, I'm all about you. I don't want my stupid mistake making you think any different. I'm so, so sorry." Santana looks like she really means it, so Brittany thinks it over for a moment silently, picking the bong back up, and taking another hit.

"You don't have anything to say to that?" Santana asks, a little confused and scared about how this is playing out. Brittany exhales a stream of smoke and sets the bong back down.

"I believe you, Santana. But next time Quinn touches your butt I'm cutting her hand off with a machete," Brittany says totally serious.

"She's not getting anywhere close to my butt, I promise." Brittany nods and feels a little better.

They smoke the rest of the bowl in silence, and after it's cashed Brittany pulls Santana close into her side to cuddle her. It makes Santana feel so much better to have Brittany showing her affection after that talk, and she cuddles right back. Brittany eventually falls asleep with Santana laying across her, but when she wakes up Santana is gone and Brittany feels sad. She finds a note stuck under the bong on the coffee table written in Santana's immaculate handwriting.

Brittany

I feel awful about last night. We can talk about it some more later if you want, but I needed to get back and get some homework done and didn't want to wake you because you seemed so hungover. Anyways, let me make it up to you tomorrow. I'll text you the details.

Santana

Brittany puts the note back down and sighs deeply. Maybe she was overreacting. She thought about it for a minute, and then realized she wasn't. Things were still new for Brittany and Santana. They were a house of cards, and the slightest nudge could cause them to fall. There was no way in hell Brittany was going to let Quinn Fabray of all people be that nudge. That was just stupid.

After making herself a late breakfast and taking Fang on a walk, Brittany decides to text Quinn. She thinks for a moment how to tactfully say 'Back the fuck off my girlfriend' without sounding like a jealous prick. But jealousy was exactly the emotion Brittany had been pushing down the night before, and that turned out to be a very bad idea, so Brittany decides to just let it out.

hey q. just wanted to let you know that last night was a one time birthday special, and if i catch your slimy ass creepin on my girl again im gonna beat on you like a drum. :)

Brittany signs it with a smily face just to be a smart ass, and soon she feels a buzz on her phone that lets her know Quinn has replied.

got it bitch. :*

Brittany closes her phone, and looks at Fang who seems bored without Santana.

"Fuckin' girls, Fang, fuckin' girls." Brittany gets up and showers, then heads to the dance studio for a long day of work.

Brittany wakes up in her bed late the next morning to a text from Santana.

meet me at my dorm asap and bring your camping gear.

Brittany hasn't been camping since she was little and gets really excited at the prospect of camping with Santana. She gathers up what little camping gear she has, puts it in her trunk along with her bong and a new bag of bud she picked up last night, and soon she's on her way to Santana's.

"Hey," Santana says as she opens the door to her dorm and pulls Brittany into a hug that's tighter than usual. She's wearing a flannel shirt and has the sleeves rolled up. It's so stereotypically lesbian Brittany has to hold back a laugh. She's got a tent and a bunch of other stuff pilled up at her doorway. Brittany looks into the room further and realizes there's another person there. Santana notices her looking at her roommate and mouths "IGNORE HER," and they carry Santana's things down to Brittany's car. The back seat and trunk are full now, and if Brittany had been thinking about bringing Fang, there was no way he was going to fit.

"So where are we headed?"

"I printed off directions," Santana says handing a sheet of paper to Brittany.

They talk as they drive down the highway towards the camping grounds, first about trivial things like the new bud Brittany got, White Widow, then more serious things like how Santana's classes are going and what new dance classes Brittany is teaching, and then things turn super serious.

"I told Quinn to back off. I probably won't be talking to her for a while," Brittany says after they've been quiet for a moment.

"Probably a good idea," Santana says. "Listen, I want to apologize again, Britt-" but Brittany cuts her off.

"I know, Santana. I know. You had a pretty major lapse in judgement, but I forgive you. Let's just move on, and enjoy ourselves, OK?"

Santana tries to move past the Quinn thing and focus on Brittany as they continue to drive and talk, but she can't fight off the guilty feeling that gnaws at her. She has to make this right for both of them.

They pull up to the camping grounds and start carrying their things to their campsite. The campsite is situated near a clearing in the forest, and it's secluded and empty. A water pump and flat area that looks like it's seen it's fair share of tents pitched over it are the only things that mark the campsite.

"So where'd you get all of this stuff?" Brittany asks.

"Went to my parent's place and got it this morning," Santana says putting the tent down and pulling the instructions out.

"Do you know how to put a tent up?" Brittany asks.

"Kind of, but I have instructions. It can't be too hard."

It turns out it is hard, and it takes them over an hour to get the tent up.

"Can't be too hard?" Brittany says with a smile at Santana.

"Yeah, well, let's just take a walk or something. There's a trail over there."

They start the walk in relative silence, and Santana is wondering if it's just her imagination or actual tension between them. She gets her answer though when she feels Brittany's hand intertwine with her own and a sense of relief wash over her.

"Thanks for taking me out here, San. It's really pretty."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it. I came out here with my parents last fall, and I've been meaning to come back ever since."

"I wouldn't take you for the camping type. You seem a bit too high maintenance to be peeing in the forest like a true camper, no offense."

"None taken. I'm actually pretty outdoorsy. I blame my parents for that though. They've always been all about nature and that bullshit. I've had to drag my share of flooded canoes back to the lake shore."

"Did you just call nature bullshit?"

"Um," Santana looks over to Brittany, "No?"

"Oh, OK," Brittany says with a smile.

They come upon a small stream and see a group of deer gathered around drinking from it. The deer spot them and freeze. Brittany and Santana stop too, and just stare. There's a newborn fawn standing in front of what they assume is it's mother. It's super adorable. The deer quickly scamper off, and they continue walking underneath the large trees.

"You want to look for some firewood? We should probably get started on that if we want it to be warm enough to cook over by nightfall," Santana says.

"Yeah, let's do it."

They start at picking up tinder and all the dry wood they can find. Brittany finds a large snake underneath a log and nearly jumps out of her skin.

"Oh, a snake?" Santana says setting her wood down and moving toward the slithering shape in the leaves. Santana likes snakes, they fascinate her. She finds the long black snake and inspects it.

"That's a Black Rat Snake, one of the most common snakes in North America," she says and moves to grab it by the head. It squirms around in her hands as she stretches it out. She can tell it's an adult because it's over eight feet in length. It's tail starts rattling in the leaves.

"You're not seriously touching that are you? Santana, put that down, I'm not trying to suck venom out of you today."

"It doesn't have venom or fangs, Britt. It's a constrictor, it suffocates it's prey."

"That doesn't make me feel much better. Let's just get back to the campsite, OK?"

Santana reluctantly puts the snake back down and picks her wood up again as they begin the walk back to the campsite. Santana does know how to start a fire, so she starts at piling the wood into a cone shape, the tinder on the inside. She produces a box of matches, lights one, and blows on the tinder hoping to get the fire going. Soon they've got a blazing fire going, and the sun is setting. Brittany's pulling her bong out of a bag and loading up some of the White Widow.

"So what's White Widow?" Santana asks.

"It's pretty trippy shit. Like you might get some visuals if we smoke enough of it. It's a type of bud that has way more white hairs on it than usual bud, that's why they call it White Widow. They sell it all over Amsterdam."

"Have you ever been to Amsterdam?" Santana asks. She could picture Brittany toking it up at all the coffee shops for weeks at a time.

"No, but I have a special fund where I'm saving up to go to the Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam one year. That's gonna be dope."

"That sounds awesome. I've never been outside the country. Well, expect to Mexico, but that doesn't really count. That was just to visit family and stuff," Santana says.

"I've got family in Amsterdam, actually. They run a coffee shop though, so my parents kind of don't talk to them, but I try to stay in touch."

"Your parents aren't fans of weed?"

"No, although I know for a fact that they both smoked a lot during college. I told them when I started smoking in high school, and they flipped their shit,"

Brittany says fishing a lighter out of her pants' pocket and lighting the bong up.

"What'd they do?" Santana asks.

"Grounded me, took away my phone, usual parental bullshit. I would just wait until I got home from school, and sneak off to a friend's house and blaze. And before school in the parking lot. And during lunch behind the gym," Brittany laughs. "Eye drops have saved my skin many a time. But I was always that kid in high school that perpetually smelled like weed. Still am I suppose."

"They never drug tested you?" Santana asks.

"Yeah, they threatened to, but I knew they were morally against that. Besides I think they already knew the outcome of the drug test without even having to give it to me," Brittany says ghosting out a cloud of white smoke and handing the bong to Santana. Santana takes a hit and hands it back.

"So what's for dinner?" Brittany asks.

"Hot dogs. I hope that's cool with you. I brought the stuff to make s'mores for desert."

"I love s'mores! I used to make them in my microwave, but they're so much better over an actual fire."

"This is true," Santana says blowing a series of smoke rings out. She's definitely feeling a healthy buzz flowing through her body. The sun's almost set, and the mix of purple, orange, red, and blue in the sky is beautiful.

"Beautiful sunset," Brittany says following Santana's line of sight. Santana moves closer to Brittany on the blanket they're sharing next to the fire and leans her head down onto her shoulder. Brittany smiles and takes another hit off the bong. After cashing the bong, Santana sets about getting the hot dogs ready. She hands Brittany a metal skewer who promptly proceeds to poke Santana in the side with it.

"I'm not a hot dog, Brittany."

"That's not going to stop me from eating you out just the same," Brittany says with a grin.

Brittany and Santana hold their hot dogs over the flames and watch as they cook. After a couple of minutes over the fire, Santana hands Brittany a bun and a plate and they start putting ketchup, mustard, and things on their hot dogs.

"Did you ever read that book The Jungle? They talk about all the nasty shit that goes into processed meats," Santana says taking a bite out of her hot dog.

"Yeah, we were supposed to read it for my high school English class. I payed some nerd to write my paper for me though. I cheated a lot in high school."

"I can see you doing that," Santana says imagining Brittany slipping into her math class to steal the answer sheets.

After finishing their hot dogs Brittany loads another bowl of the White Widow, and night has fallen. The stars are out in full force, and Santana picks Orion out of the sky as she exhales a stream of smoke.

"I wanted to be an astronomer when I was a kid," Santana says handing the bong back to Brittany.

"You changed your mind?"

"Not really. My dad's a lawyer. He's always wanted me to be the same. I can make a pretty solid argument, and the money's better."

"You shouldn't let your dad deter you from what you're really interested in," Brittany says, and Santana nods and looks back into the night sky.

"Do you know where Orion is?" Santana asks.

"No, show me," Brittany says putting the bong down and lying down next to Santana.

"He's there in the the southwest sky," Santana says pointing up. "You're looking for three bright stars close together in an almost-straight line. Those stars are his belt. The two bright stars to the north are his shoulders, and the two to the south are his feet. Did you find it?"

"Yeah, it's beautiful. Really looks like there's a dude up there. Maybe I'm just stoned though," Brittany says sliding her arm under Santana's head where she's lying at her side and pulling her closer. After laying there quietly looking up at the stars for a long time, Santana gets up and pokes at the fire with a stick then gets out the things for the s'mores.

Brittany pokes a couple of marshmallows onto the end of her metal skewer, one for herself and one for Santana. They begin to brown and she pulls them off the fire and Santana builds them a pair of delicious gooey s'mores.

"Ultimate munchies food," Brittany says taking a bite and smiling big. The chocolate has melted, and soon Brittany's got it all over her face.

"Let me help you with that," Santana says leaning over to wipe at the corner of Brittany's mouth with her thumb, bringing it up to her own mouth to suck off the chocolate.

"Delicious," Santana says, and Brittany quickly pops the rest of her s'more into her moth and swallows quickly.

"I think you missed a spot," Brittany says leaning over to kiss Santana. She tastes like weed and chocolate, and it's so tasty that Brittany runs her tongue out to trace around Santana's lips.

"You taste really good," Brittany says leaning back and looking at Santana who has a dazed look on her face. Santana eventually regains her composure and pokes two more marshmallows onto the skewer, and soon they've got two more of the delicious graham cracker treats.

"So are there bears and shit out here?" Brittany asks.

"Probably not," Santana replies.

"Probably not? Like you don't know or what?" Brittany asks, she's not down to get mauled by a bear tonight.

"I've never seen any evidence of bears, but I'll hold you extra close inside the tent just in case." Brittany's not sure how holding her close is going to fend bears off, but puts it out of her mind anyways.

After another session of star gazing they smoke one last bowl of White Widow, put out their fire, then crawl into their small two person tent where Santana's already set up the blankets and pillows. Santana's changing into a loose fitting t-shirt to sleep in as Brittany pulls a flashlight out and shines it in Santana's face.

"Ugh, turn that off, Britt. You're blinding me." Brittany turns the flashlight off, and crawls under the covers where Santana quickly joins her. Santana wraps her arm around Brittany's waist, places her head on her chest, and listens to her heart beat for a while as Brittany strokes at her arm.

"So things are good between us, right?" Santana asks. She's not sure she should be bringing this back up, but she needs some reassurance or it'll just keep gnawing at her.

"Totally good," Brittany responds turning her head down to plant a kiss on the top of Santana's head. This removes the worry from Santana's mind, and she nuzzles her face into the crook of Brittany's neck. After a prolonged cuddle session, they're back to kissing slowly inside the tent, and Brittany's hands are making their way up underneath Santana's shirt.

Santana breaks the kiss, sits up, takes her shirt off, and throws it behind herself. Brittany sits up, pulls Santana to straddle her lap, and brings her face close and watches as Santana smiles down at her. They hear an owl hooting in the distance as Brittany leans up and kisses Santana, tongue making it way into her mouth, hands wrapping around her waist and flipping them to press Santana into the floor of the tent. She runs her hands up Santana's body as she arches into the touch. Santana sucks on Brittany's tongue before Brittany moves down to lick at her pressure point.

Brittany quickly rids herself of her own clothes, Santana looking up at her naked body in awe. Brittany's sculpted form leans back down to kiss Santana again. She runs a hand down her stomach to toy with the hem of her briefs as Santana cups her face and kisses her way around her mouth. Brittany dives her hand underneath Santana's underwear and rubs at the wetness she finds there. Santana jerks a bit as Brittany pinches her clit between her thumb and forefinger, sucking hard on her neck. Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's back as Brittany continues stroking at her clit.

After getting Santana's heart rate up Brittany leans back and pulls the strap on out of her backpack and quickly slips it on. She runs her wet hand up and down the strap on as Santana leans up on her forearms and watches. She pulls Santana up by the shoulders until she's got her on her hands and knees, moves around to kneel behind her, runs her hand through Santana's folds as she lines the strap on up to her entrance from behind with her other hand. It slips in as Santana pushes her hips back into it. Brittany starts up a quick pace, hands running from Santana's ass to her arching back to grab her roughly by the shoulders and push her back into it. Santana turns her head to look into Brittany's eyes, and Brittany thrusts into Santana hard. It hurts but in a good way, so Santana lets her continue, letting out a deep groan.

They quickly work up a sweat as Brittany sits back on her heels, leans back a bit, and pops her hips up fast in circles working her abs, a loud smack coming with each hit of Brittany's hips on Santana's ass. Santana feels a smack on her ass as Brittany hits her hard and watches as a red handprint shows up in its place. She pulls her hand back and brings it down hard again, and hears Santana let out a strangled moan. Santana is loving this position, and Brittany getting rough with her is just the icing on the proverbial cake.

Brittany leans back into Santana all the way and runs her hands back over her back, hands coming up to grab her roughly by the hair and pulling her back quickly before pushing her head down onto the pillow. Brittany pushes hard into her, hand pulling Santana into herself by the hips. She keeps a hand tangled in Santana's long black hair as she brings a hand down to rub at Santana's clit. Santana comes hard, scream muffled by the pillow, as Brittany continues thrusting hard into her from behind.

Brittany's starting to work her up again slowly when Santana feels the hand that had been holding her down on the pillow release her hair and run down her spine then guide the strap on out. Brittany roughly shoves Santana down into the blankets, then flips her back over, and is on her clit with her mouth in an instant. Santana's hands come down to tangle in Brittany's hair, and Brittany's tongue is going wild. Brittany has always been good at this, but Santana feels like she's losing consciousness as Brittany's tongue vibrates like a cell phone against her. Brittany sucks her clit into her mouth and bites down on it. Santana's upper body flies up off the floor, and her hands are pushing Brittany even further in as she licks hard and fast at Santana.

After a minute that feels like an hour, Santana comes undone again and has to tell Brittany to stop before she starts working her up again. Three times, and she surely would be knocked out cold. Brittany kisses her way slowly up Santana's body stopping to lick around her breasts. She kisses Santana hard when she reaches her mouth and feels Santana undoing the buckles of the strap on. Santana eventually works it off and pushes Brittany off herself, sits up, and slips in on herself. Brittany's a little surprised by her actions, but totally turned on by the prospect of Santana fucking her with the strap on. She helps Santana tighten the straps around her tiny hips, and soon Santana's flipping them over. She spreads Brittany's thighs and gives one a squeeze as she guides the strap on inside her. Brittany whimpers a bit as the strap on stretches her wide, and soon Santana's working her whole body from head to toe like she does this all the time.

It's a noticeably more intimate experience as they look into each other's eyes, both huffing and puffing loudly. Santana leans down and licks at the shell of Brittany's ear.

"I'm so yours, Britt," she whispers into her ear and picks up her pace, and Brittany bring her legs up to wrap around her waist pulling her closer. Santana can hear her breath coming out jagged and loud in her ear, and starts rubbing hard against her clit. Santana keeps a hand planted on the side of Brittany's head as she starts thrusting as fast and hard as she can, rubbing at the same pace. Brittany lets out a long moan, arches up into Santana's body, and comes hard. Santana brings Brittany down softly, then quickly rids herself of the strap on and pulls Brittany close into her arms as her breath starts to even back out.

They lay there quietly on their sides for a while, arms around each other, and Santana thinks Brittany might have drifted off to sleep, but sees she hasn't as one of her eyes pops open to look at her and she smiles. Santana feels emotions stirring inside of herself that are new to her. The whole Quinn scare had her reevaluating how she felt about Brittany. She would have died had she lost Brittany to that stupid mistake. Santana gets a feeling inside her when Brittany smiles at her that just can't be replicated. She hasn't been able to get Brittany off her mind since the moment they met. She was definitely the coolest kid she had ever met. She wanted to be around her 24/7. What all these things meant she didn't know, but she knew she needed to let Brittany know what she was feeling.

"Hey, Britt. I..." Santana trails off not knowing where to start.

"You what, babe?" Brittany asks, hand coming up to stroke at her cheek.

"Sorry, I'm not sure how to put these feeling into words," Santana admits.

"It's OK, take your time. I'm not going anywhere." Santana just lays there in Brittany's arms for a minute as she thinks about what she wants to say. Then it hits her. She knows now what she's feeling. It's love. She leans up and looks down at Brittany and just blurts it out, knowing if she starts in on thinking about how to say it she'll never stop.

"Brittany, I love you." Brittany's brow knits together and a big smile forms on her face.

"I love you, too, Santana." Santana feels a sensation of pure bliss rush through her as Brittany leans up and kisses her deeply. Santana has never felt happier, here in the middle of nowhere with a beautiful girl underneath her. The night drags on, and they get very little sleep.

Santana wakes up to Brittany stretching out like a cat next to her. Brittany leans over and kisses her sweetly on the mouth, and rasps out a "Good morning."

Santana and Brittany take one last walk around the forest, and spot more deer, before coming back to break down camp. As they're driving back Santana can tell Brittany's really happy, and Santana has to admit she's really happy, too.

Santana gives Brittany directions to her parents' house, and thanks both Jesus and God when she gets there because her father's at work. She introduces Brittany as her girlfriend to her mom, which goes well, ('You totally get your good looks from your mom' Brittany notes) and when Brittany turns to help Santana put the things back into the garage Santana's mom mouths 'She's beautiful' behind her back to Santana. Santana's glad her mom approves, but is honestly ready to get out of there since she's pretty sure she still smells like weed and sex.

When Brittany drops her off at her dorm, it's not without a heartfelt 'I love you' and a kiss that turns into multiple kisses. They break apart, Santana says she loves Brittany back, and then is gone.