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They don't need to speak, because through their eyes they convey their deepest desire.

Seconds turn to minutes. Minutes feel like days in complete slow motion. Santana thinks she can memorise where every freckle lies on the blonde's face. She can legitimately feel warmth engulfing her body from their clasped hands.

"Your father's probably wondering where you are," Santana whispers, but doesn't break eye contact for a second.

The corners of Brittany's lips slowly curl up, revealing a faint smile. She doesn't respond with words, she just simply lifts her and Santana's hands toward her face. She slowly untangles their fingers, but makes sure not to lose contact.

Brittany glides each of her own fingers down Santana's, sending a slight shiver through the brunette's body.

Brittany's mouth finally opens after she intertwines their fingers once again. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Santana nods weakly and the blonde clears her throat.

"When I first saw you in the office, I thought you were really hot," Brittany laughs nervously, unaware of what the brunette's reaction will be.

Santana smirks, which then becomes a wide grin. Brittany's eyes sparkle when she sees how gorgeous Santana looks up close and smiling.

"Well what do you think of me now then?" Santana asks, poking at the blonde's sides.

Brittany's laughter fades and she stares deeply into the dark eyes that convey so much that the blonde can't explain.

"Now I," She takes a deep breath. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," The blonde admits, swallowing the abnormally large lump that forms in her throat.

Before the brunette can even part her lips to reply, Brittany's phone buzzes and they both let out a frustrated sigh. The blonde retrieves her phone and clicks answer. By the look on her face, Santana realizes it's her father. She can't help but smirk at how close they were to doing the unthinkable. Santana could've easily initiated the contact, but staring at Brittany and getting lost in those eyes created such a euphoric atmosphere.

When was the last time someone called her beautiful? When was the last time someone actually meant it? Brittany wasn't trying to make Santana feel better by complimenting her. She was revealing herself in such a genuine, pure way. Santana knew Brittany was something special.

Brittany places her phone in her pocket and rakes her fingers through her hair. She mentally scolds herself for not leaning in. She could've simply pressed her lips against Santana's then pulled back. It was that simple. But she didn't do it and for some reason, Brittany thinks that it's best this way.

They're still growing and learning so much about eachother. It wouldn't be right to move so fast. Brittany shrugs off the feeling and stands up, offering Santana a hand who gladly takes it.

They move towards the door, Santana not knowing how exactly to approach the issue they both so badly want to discuss.

"See me tomorrow?" Brittany suddenly asks, leaving Santana to sigh contently and nod.

"We can do the photoshoot in the spare room if you want," Santana suggests.

"Cool," Brittany stares down at her feet before looking up and meeting those damn gorgeous brown eyes. "I'll pick you up when you finish," She adds in a breathy whisper.

Santana licks her lips, eyes darting towards the blonde's eyes and her thinner lips.

"Sure, I finish at 4," Santana replies, swaying from side to side.

"Perfect, I'll be there after school," Brittany replies, giggling at how childish the brunette looks.

Santana nods. Brittany nods. Then the blonde's hand meets the door handle and she swiftly steps out of the apartment.

As soon as Brittany's out of view, Santana places her hands to her mouth and giggles into them. She hopes she isn't too loud because she didn't need any more embarrassing moments for the blonde to keep in her memory.

Then her joy turns to panic and she races out of the door.

"Brittany wait," Santana yells to the blonde figure crossing the deserted road.

"Yes Santana?" Brittany turns on her heels.

"How are you getting home?" The brunette asks.

The blonde breathes out a laugh. Santana's motherly instincts have kicked in once again.

"My dad's picking me up from the park across the road," Brittany replies.

"Oh," Santana breathes out a sigh of relief. "Good, cool, see you tomorrow Britt." And with that Santana bolts back inside.

Brittany's eyebrows are raised and her expression shows one resembling a little kid enjoying their first christmas.

She doesn't think Santana realized that she called her Britt. Only friends use nicknames, Brittany thinks with a toothy grin.

Santana slides down the front door, knees coming to rest under her chin. With the images of their intertwining fingers, those cerulean orbs and the thin lines of red that always curve when she's happy, Santana finds herself falling asleep.


Work is the same is the same as every other day. Write a few ideas on scrap paper, throw the stupid ones away, start again. She knew they had a meeting with all of her co workers, but her mind was somewhere else.

Her consentration had been off since last night when she and Brittany shared the evening together. Everything they spoke about played in her mind over and over like a re run of a comedy show. This comedy, although at times tragic, portrayed the lives of two very different girls, living completely seperate lives. It had it's amusing moments, but like every comedy series there were serious confrontations.

"Alright everybody, come on in," Mr. Pierce orders from inside the meeting room.

Santana only sees blurs of black and white rushing by her. Her thoughts of Brittany literally cause her body to react a different way than usual. For some reason Santana enjoys this new feeling.

"Lopez," Kurt calls, waving his hand for her to follow.

Santana's vision finally clears and she shakes her head. Entering the room, she notices only one seat available next to Penny. It's across from Rachel, which causes the brunette to instantly frown.

Mr. Pierce begins to divagate about his own personal life and what each of these greeting cards meant to him. Santana finds it amusing but also a complete waste of time. Although the man isn't the most annoying boss in the world, he just tends to rant about nothing.

"4 minutes."

Santana cranes her neck and notices Penny smirking. "Hmm?"

"That's how long he's been rambling for," The woman explains.

"Oh," Santana whispers with a slight chuckle. She then faces Rachel who is instensly scribbling down on her notepad.

That damn notepad never left her side. She would always take notes even at the strangest times. Whatever Mr. Pierce said, even if it was completely off topic, she'd paint the paper with illegible cursive that only a legendary poet could decipher.

"What's with Berry today? She seems more tense than usual," Santana whispers to Penny who faces the small brunette opposite them.

"Probably writing a list of what she wants Santa to get her for chrissy," Penny replies.

Santana nudges the womans side, not in a flirtacious way. But Penny is positive she's flirting.

She nudges Santana back, a little rougher this time. The brunette scoffs and shakes her head slightly.

Penny just smirks and winks, before paying attention to her boss.

Santana catches the wink and furrows her eyebrows. This girl is not flirting is she? Then out of the corner of her eye she sees a hand wave. She stares out of the glass windows in the meeting room and sees Brittany waving comically at her.

Santana has to hold back a laugh that's desperate to escape. She just smiles politely, nodding her head towards her desk. The blonde mouths an 'okay' and heads towards the brunette's work area.

Before Santana realises, the meeting is over and everbody disperses out of the room. Rachel ofcourse stays back, claiming she has questions to ask.

Santana strides towards her desk and as her eyes peer over the cubicle, she witnesses Brittany swinging on her chair.

"Get outta there," Santana whispers loudly, swatting the blonde's arm lightly.

Brittany raises her hands in defense and stands up allowing the brunette to sit comfortably on her wheelie chair.

"Hey Santana."

In unison Santana and Brittany turn to face the source of the voice. Penny's standing beside her cubicle, batting her eyelashes which makes Brittany instantly cringe.

"A couple of the guys are getting drinks tonight, you in?" She asks, licking her lips and letting her tongue linger for a moment.

"Um," Santana stutters, looking towards Brittany who had deflated behind her.

"Crap I can't I already have plans," She adds. Santana swears she can hear Brittany cheer from behind her.

Penny instantly frowns and rolls her eyes. "Well how about tomorrow night, just me and you?" She asks with a seductive wink.

Santana looks bewildered. As if some wild rhino had caused havoc in the office then tore a co worker to shreds.

"Look Penny," She starts, clasping her hands together and shrinking in her seat. "You're really nice and I appreciate the offer, but I'm not interested."

"Right," Penny states, sighing and cocking her hip to the side. "Well I thought I'd give it a try, I mean you just totally screamed lesbian when I first met you. Oh well."

With that, the woman walks off and leaves Santana in completely shocked state. Hearing that word in a sentence about her was like a new discovery by America's top scientists. She thought she might atleast be bisexual because of her experimentation in high school, but never once did it ever cross her mind that she could possibly be a lesbian.

"Wow," She hears from behind her.

"I know," Santana replies, confusion written all over her face.

Everything feels right when she's with Brittany. Like the light in the world has somehow become impossibly bright. Like if she was blind she'd still be able to tell Brittany is beautiful just by listening to the way she speaks.

She knows how she feels about Brittany. It's, different. Something she's completely willing to explore, but is afraid that she'll get lost along the way. She hadn't even considered the label people would put on her.

After being with a man for so long, you'd think she'd have her sexuality all figured out. Sure she was a curious teenager. But now that Brittany's come into her life and captured her in ways no one else has, she thinks maybe she's finally found herself. Just maybe.

"You ready to go? Or am I a little early?" Brittany asks concerned.

Santana sighs in relief. Ofcourse Brittany wouldn't ask questions. She knows what Santana has been through and acts more mature than the older fucks that work with her.

"No I'm ready, c'mon," Santana says, quickly picking up her bag and heading out of the office.

No one even notices Brittany following behind her like a stray puppy. Santana knows the feeling of being un noticed in her work place. Why would anyone pay attention to her now, when they never even did before.

Kurt is an acception, because the two attend monthly shopping trips. But even Santana knows he's more focused on his life goals to notice her own. What goals did Santana even have? Were greeting cards going to haunt her for the rest of her life?


Upon entering the apartment, Santana observes Brittany taking out an expensive looking camera and tri pod.

Santana has no idea what she's in for, why the hell did she even agree to this? Oh right, because it meant more time with Brittany.

The blonde enters the spare room, immediately grinning at the open space and white walls.

"Perfect," She squeals.

Santana nods in agreement, even though she's completely oblivious to the reason behind the blonde's excitement. She stands idly behind Brittany with her hands in her pockets, waiting for direction.

She watches how the blonde moves around the room, placing down a lamp she borrowed from the living room. Brittany then sets up her camera on the tri pod and places her hands on her hips. She scans the room, deciding whether anything needs to be added or removed.

Santana continues to wait for instruction, having all the patience in the world for this girl. She then sees the blonde's smile turn sour and Brittany rushes out of the room.

"Britt?" She asks breathlessly, but the blonde's already gone. She thinks about following her, but knows that she probably was just missing something.

Brittany enters the room abruptly again, holding two glasses of milk. Santana's startled for a moment but then relaxes when she sees Brittany place the glasses down beside the camera.

"Are you alright Brittany?" Santana finally asks.

Brittany places a hand to her fore head and squeezes her eyes shut.

"She was flirting with you," Brittany says, causing Santana to scrunch her eyebrows.

"Who, Penny?" She questions, stepping forward.

"A beautiful woman was openly flirting with you and you blew her off to hang out with me? A stupid high school girl with no skills other than shaking my ass on stage," Brittany says in one breath.

Santana raises an eyebrow then realises the blonde's exterior looks completely torn down. She reaches a hand up to her shoulder and squeezes gently.

"You are not stupid," Santana whispers. "And Penny is not even my type," She adds, trying to lighten the mood.

Brittany shows a faint smile, causing Santana's to grow wider. They then meet eachothers gaze and the hand on Brittany's shoulder doesn't even feel like it's really there.

Brittany bites the corner of her lip and Santana can't help but pay immediate attention to that area. The blonde notices but keeps quiet and still. She decides to shrug the hand off her shoulder and the brunette instantly breaks out of her trance.

Brittany thinks the best thing to do it not act on her feelings. Santana needs someone her own age, that can keep up with her. All she wants is for the brunette to be loved unconditionally and never experience any heart ache like she did with her ex husband and son.

She knows all she can do right now is be a good friend and just be there.

"So where do you want me?" Santana asks, shrugging her shoulders.

"Um, just infront of that wall and sitting on your knees," Brittany orders politely and the brunette instantly follows directions.

Santana sets herself down on the floor exactly how Brittany told her too. She jokingly brushes the carpet around causing the blonde to roll her eyes. She then stares blankly at the wall opposite her, waiting further instruction.

"Look at me," Brittany orders.

Just like that the blonde feels as though her eyes have been punctured. The piercing stare of Santana portrays so many different emotions.

Seductive, hopeful, excited. Every emotion Brittany can read clearly and doesn't feel the need to ask what the brunette is feeling.

"Wait, why do we have milk?" Santana asks, interrupting the blonde's train of thought.

"Oh," Brittany says, picking up one of the glasses. "Take this, throw it forward when I say," She adds.

Santana squints her eyes, and stares at the glass of pure white in her hand.

"Who do you think is going to clean the mess up?" She says, raising an eyebrow.

"Me ofcourse," Brittany says, grinning shyly.


15 minutes into the shoot and Brittany feels as though they're missing something. She eyes the brunette up and down, leaving Santana to feel hot under the blonde's gaze.

"Stand up," Brittany demands, showing no emotion.

Santana stands, places her hands by her sides as if in line in the military.

"We need a wardrobe change," Brittany says, observing the amount of clothing Santana's wearing. "I'll be right back."

As she examines the brunette's wardrobe and drawers, she finds the perfect, simple outfit. She knows it's something Santana will most likely object too, but she has to try.

"This is simply for professional purposes," The blonde says, striding in the room. Brittany doesn't know why she says that, she just does.

Santana takes the clothing out of the blonde's hand and scans the minimal clothing. Determining whether it's a good idea to show the amount of skin required, Santana notices Brittany turn around.

"I won't look," Brittany says, giggling.

Santana inhales and exhales before pulling her jeans off. Her cardigan is discarded on the floor, along with her shirt and boots. Then her socks fall into the pile of rumpled fabric and all that's left is her underwear. She places the tight booty shorts Brittany gave her on, along with the black tank top.

She realises why she's wearing all black now.

"It contrasts with the room," Brittany says suddenly.

Santana stands stunned for a moment before shaking her head furiously.

"Okay, I'm ready," Santana states, placing her hands awkwardly by her side.

Brittany turns and firstly observes the amount of clothing scattered along the wall. Then finally she sees the beautifully sculptured woman in front of her.

"Shit," She breathes.

Santana notices the wide eyed expression on the blondes face straight away and looks down at her body. She hadn't been to the gym in months but still managed to maintain a slim figure. She silently congratulates herself on keeping up her fitness and also for making the blonde drool a little.

"A-alright, turn around and turn your head to the camera. Put on your best convincing smile," Brittany says with a nervous chuckle.

Santana does as the blonde says, but obviously isn't doing something right as she sees Brittany frown.

"What's wrong?" Santana asks, biting her lip.

Without answering, Brittany walks forward and stands behind the brunette. She places a hand on her thigh without asking, catching Santana by complete surprise.

"Turn it a little," Brittany then grabs Santana's left hand, placing it loosely on her hip. "Lift your chin up slightly," She looses contact with the brunette's hand. But not before grazing her fingers along the exposed skin begging to be touched.

Brittany then reaches down to grab the glass of milk in her hand, using the other one that's around Santana's waist, to dip into the liquid. She pulls her fingers out, then brushes them delicately across Santana's chest and lower stomach. With every touch a tidal wave crashes within Santana.

"Okay, perfect," Brittany whispers.

Santana eyes shut, instantly feeling the electricity rushing through her as the blonde's breath tickles her neck. With nothing but the lamp casting a dim light in the room, both girls feel the atmosphere become a little cosier.

Their bodies are pressed lightly together, allowing them to absorb eachothers warmth and soak up the feeling of how incredible eachothers skin feels.

Santana hates the fact Brittany's taller than her. She thinks it gives the blonde the advantage in a way. She begins to think of the extroadinary things they could experience in bed together. They wouldn't even have to touch. A simple appreciation of the others body through eye contact has the girls melting.

"I've been meaning to give something to you," The blonde whispers.

Santana awaits any sudden movements from Brittany, expecting the contact she's been longing for.

Then to her surprise, the blonde reaches in her pocket and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. Without stepping away, Brittany reaches around to the front of Santana's booty shorts and slips the paper underneath the waistband.

It's the most sensual act and feeling the brunette has ever experienced. She even has to control her shivers, knowing that with her body still pressed against Brittany's, she'll feel it too.

As Brittany's finger trail a line along the brunette's stomach and to her side, Santana's breath hitches and she wonders how impossibly soft Brittany's hands can actually be. Just as Brittany is about to remove her hand, Santana places her own on top of Brittany's and guides the blonde's further along her stomach.

To the brunette's disappointment, Brittany steps back and mutters something incoherent. She knows she should be there as a friend for Santana. She knows that testing the brunette is a horrible thing to do. She knows that flirting will only lead her into deeper water.

Now she only has to decide if she's ready to risk drowning.


Brittany leaves shortly after her close sexual encounter with Santana. Santana can't help but slap herself continuously on the forehead. Brittany obviously wasn't going to make the first move, because she can actually control herself. Santana couldn't even keep her dirty thoughts about the young blonde in check, especially with their bodies so damn close.

The brunette can't help but wish Brittany would just treat her like she treats her friends at school. The friendly jab on the shoulder and a basketball game to end the day. She wishes they didn't have to much damn sexual tension. She wishes she wasn't so sexually attracted to Brittany.

Santana's been closed off for so long, even though she knows what she wants, she's deadly afraid of what the outcome might be. She's slowly becoming aware of how much she's letting Brittany know about her. How much she's allowing the blonde to become close to her. She's letting Brittany in, something she hasn't done in a long time because she fears the consequences. She wants to take that leap, just to see how it finally feels to be free of all of her insecurities.

She pulls back the sheets on her bed and snuggles under them.

She knows Brittany feels the same, she can feel it within her touch and in her expression every time they're around each other. When Brittany complimented her appearance last night, that was the confirmation Santana needed.

She only hopes that whatever this feeling is inside of her that's yearning for the blonde, will either evolve into something she can handle or just completely disappear. She doesn't want the heart ache that comes with relationships and relying on people. Although she can already tell Brittany is worth it.


Woah okay, long chapter. Tell me what you think!