This is supposed to be a cute little chapter, I wanted to write a bigger one but I think you should have some sweetness before we go back to our murder investigation. Consider this the calm before the storm. I'm changing the rating to M now, by the way.

Chapter 7 - Home is where the heart is

"You can stop right there, young lady. That's enough dessert for you tonight." I scolded as a tiny arm holding a tiny spoon tried to stretch out unnoticed.

"But mommy…" Laura whined. She tried giving Brittany puppy eyes trying to get away with her help.

"No, honey. You always get a stomach ache when you eat too much sweets after dinner." I reasoned.

"But what if Brittany never makes this anymore"

"I promise you, I'll make more when you want it." Brittany smiles sweetly, only to remember she should probably ask her mother if it was okay with her. "If your mother agrees, of course"

"Well, I don't see a reason not to"

Laura throws her little fist in the air saying "yessss" only to be interrupted by her mother.

"BUUUT, I accept under ONE condition - " I stop mid-sentence for suspense "- You has to get ready to bed now. Off we go."

"Mooooom" Laura starts "I wanna stay up a little more to play with Brittany"

"She'll come by some other day to play with you" She kneeled in front of her daughter but had to look up to see it Brittany wasn't annoyed with that promise.

"You should listen to your mom, Laura. I can totally stop by any time you feel like it." Brittany said taking my cue. I had the biggest smile on her face, I could hardly believe Brittany always knew what to say. We would make a great team because they always seemed to be in the same page…what, wait? What was I thinking?

"Then you must come EVERYDAY!" I can't handle it anymore and I lose the bad cop façade. I burst out laughing at my daughter's fowardness. I look up to meet Brittany's eyes and she gives me the sweetest smile like she never heard anything cuter.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, alright kiddo? I'll talk to Britt-Britt and we'll arrange for you guys to do your thing some time this week. Now, please go wash those teeth little shark and get on your pyjamas."

After Laura went to bed, we sat on the living room drinking coffee. The memory of the last time she was here was still way too vivid on my mind so I started flushing furiously out of nowhere.

We had our bashful moment and then I managed to ask her what was she planning out to do after this. She answered she had nothing on her mind so I suggest if she wanted to watch a movie. She said she actually brought season one of Game of Thrones for us to watch in case we didn't think of anything else.

I never heard of it so I agreed purely out of need to have a reason to make her stay long.

On the third episode, I was almost drooling on her shoulder. She started giggling when i woke up startled.

"That bored uh?" She was smiling so I knew she wasn't mad at me.

" Are our favorites winning?"

"San, this isn't that sort of show, in this one, our favorites die!"

"That sounds terrible! I'm sorry I fell asleep on you, I didn't sleep much last night and I had a long day."

"It's okay, it was my fault. I totally should have slept in the sofá or come back to say I was fine with sharing the bed with you. But I thought the dramatic effect would be more epic if I left you hanging."

I stretch and yawn and make little noises that seems to only fuel Brittany's giggles. When I finish my little show I manage to say:

"You are quite an expert in leaving me hanging. But you can totally make it out tonight. Stay tonight."

"I don't to intrude. "

"Intrude?! You belong here more than I do." I say, maybe a little too loud.

"Well, Laura is amazing. You are really blessed for having such an awesome kid."

"Yeah, I know. My baby is perfect." I look down losing myself in a thousand mini memories of Laura since the day she was born. My train of thought gets interrupted by Brittany's face really, really close to mine.

"Well, she has some nice genes to inherit and a great role model to copy. Everything she is, she took inspiration from you. She adores you, Santana and I understand why? There's nothing not to love."

"How do you always say pretty things like that so effordless?"

"Because I can appreciate a good thing when I see it. Besides, I'm only saying the truth and you must always be honest."

"You make it sound so simple, like breathing."

"It's as easy as breathing. I know you probably think I'm naive but I really think people like to complicate. If you mean what you say and you say what you feel… There's definately a lot more pro's than con's."

"You are like my customized version of Buddha. A really adorable, really beautiful Buddha that i wished there was a pocket-size so I could carry you everywhere."

Brittany raises her hand and places it over my heart.

"I was hoping I could use your heart as a vessel."

"See, where do you get those things from?"

She picks my hand and places over her chest. "I guess I just feel them in here. That's what I was telling you about, they are honest. It might not be the best way to phrase it. My ex-girlfriends often accused me of being basic and childish and worse….ssstu" She started stuttering and nodding her head lightly as if to push away those thoughts. I couldn't take it anymore.

"You are everything BUT stupid." And I lean forward to kiss her not really knowing where this boldness came from.

I've always considered myself someone observant and smart, it would be such a failure to let the most precious person that has crossed my path get away from me because I was too scared to admit she won me fair and square over one single weekend.

She said she couldn't resist the Lopez charm, I'm afraid the Pierce charm is ruler of all things Lopez instead.

We stop kissing for a minute so she can rest her forehead on mine.

"What have you done with me, detective Lopez?"

"I'm the one who should be asking that, I can barely recognize myself in my actions. You made me fearless." I lean in the back of my couch and even though I can't say exactly what I mean, I decide to use this wave of sudden courage to tell her what I mean. But I'm going to have to steal someone else's words. "There's this song I heard on the radio that makes me think about you, what i wish we could be. I couldn't stop listening to it in repeat since then." I pause again, my hands shaking…I can do this.

I start singing softly a bit of the song so she can get what I mean. I have no idea what I'm doing, I feel like I'm pouring my heart and I know she will have the power to crush it or make it fly. I don't think any human being ever got that power over it.

You said I remember how we felt sitting by the water

And every time I look at you, it's like the first time

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

She is the best thing that's ever been mine

Hold on, make it last

Hold on, never turn back

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Do you believe it?

We're gonna make it now

I can see it I can see it now

I finish singing with my eyes closed, my voice barely a whisper in the last part. My heart is fluttering so hard I think it will beat it's way out of my chest.

Her silence seems to last forever, she leans into my ear and whispers. "I don't think it's possible for me to love you this much but I do and every second I spend away from you is a torture." I open my eyes and hers never seemed more blue. If I wasn't in love before I'd certainly be now.

"C'mon baby, let's go to bed." I take her hand and raise allowing her to guide me to my own room. When I stopped, leaning against the door just watching her move around the division she turned around and said "Can you feel the love tonight?"

"Brittany , are you quoting The Lion King?" I found my voice and my ability to flirt. It might have something to do with the fact that she is half-naked already.

"I've been dying to hear you say my name in other context since you entered that silly karaoke bar. I'm going to make you regret spending so much time without having sex with girls. Santana Lopez, I'm going to fuck you senseless."

For some reason and all the reasons I can think of (the fire in her eyes, her lips ghosting in my ear, her body flush against mine the way she nips my earlobe at the end of the phrase) it becomes really hard to think. I didn't think sweet, adorable Brittany could turn into the sexiest thing alive. I had no idea anyone could be both cute and insanely hot but ,my goodness, she can so perfectly.


should i go forth with the smut or not? i would like to hear some opinions.

the song in the story is Taylor Swift's Mine.