Sleeping in on a Saturday is one of the luxuries of being an educator, I don't have work. I sigh and open my eyes slightly, Brittany is fast asleep next to me in bed, she's facing the other direction, but still has her arm resting on my waist, every so often in her sleep last night, she would start to rub my side soothingly in her sleep; which I of course melted into, in my mind it meant she was thinking of me in her subconscious. Brittany has been staying here the past month while she continues to find time to look for a place of her own. I would be lying if I said I didn't want her here, but the reality is I love when I come home and she's asleep on the couch, apartment brochures all around her, or when I smell dinner cooking as soon as I step inside, her dancing in the kitchen with the music blasting. Every cell in my brain is telling me this is wrong, but I love her, and I choose to let my heart win. Life at school has been back to normal, Samantha dropped my class, which I don't know if a good thing or her preparing for more disaster for me. Quinn and I have been back to being cordial to one another, since we work in different departments I really don't see her often, but I invited her to have lunch with me last week, which was cool and relaxing. We don't talk about Brittany or Samantha ever, one thing about Quinn is when she starts a case and is working on it, she's extremely professional. Brittany hasn't mentioned anything about court or meetings, or hell even having a lawyer, so maybe Quinn is just doing some consultations with Samantha? The whole mess gives me a headache and I try to avoid thinking about it if I can.

Brittany has been working like crazy this week, so she got home late Sunday, traveled Monday through Wednesday for work, got home late Thursday, and yesterday she covered someone's night flights, so she got in around midnight. I was already asleep, tired from a long week myself, I vaguely heard her take a shower, felt her slip in bed behind me, press a light kiss to my neck, my temple, and finally my lips before going to sleep herself.

"You're awake?" Brittany mumbles, turning over to face me.

"I just woke up." I nod to her. "Good morning."

"Morning." She smiles and blinks slowly, before leaning forward and kissing me. "How did you sleep?"

"Good." I yawn slightly. "You?"

"Perfect, you're in bed next to me." Brittany blushes and kisses me again. "I'll make us some coffee." She says, sliding out of bed.

"Thank you." I nod and sit up in bed, I turn on the TV so I can catch the Saturday morning news, and more importantly the weather since we are going to do some apartment visits today for Brittany. I glance at my phone and see a few text messages from Rachel, with apartment vacancy leads, since she is more than against Brittany and I living together, a picture text from Quinn of one of our sorority sisters Facebook status, indicating she was having a hard time with her husband- which Quinn captioning the text with dollar signs, an indication she's going to try to represent her, I roll my eyes and toss my phone down, but Quinn will always be a snake. I think she trolls Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter looking for signs someone might need legal representation.

"Coffee, and I made some toast for you, with Nutella, and sliced bananas." She hands me the plate and sets the mug on the table next to my bed. She then leaves the room and comes back with a mug for herself, and a stack of papers in her hand.

I stare at how cute she looks, her hair is all over her head, her cheeks tinged with pink, an indication she was rubbing them harshly as she waited for the coffee to finish brewing, and her tank top is ruffled and twisted around her waist. She tosses the stack of papers on the bed before carefully climbing back in. I toss the cover back over her lap and kiss her neck.

"Thank you for the coffee." I smile. "And the toast." I add kissing her again, this time smiling when she turns her head so I catch her lips.

"You don't have to come with me today if you don't want, I know you've been busy with school this week, and you like to relax on Saturdays." Brittany says quietly, taking a sip of her coffee and organizing her stack of apartment listings.

"You don't want me to go?" I ask softly.

Brittany quickly looks up. "Of course I do, I'm just saying if you are tired or whatever you don't have to, I don't want you to feel obligated to go."

"Brittany, I don't feel obligated to ever do anything with you, everything I do is because I want to, because I love you." I shake my head. "I thought you knew that."

"Our relationship isn't the best, and it's because I've fucked up, and I started it under false pretenses..."

I stare at her, and while I want to nod and scream out yes! I don't, I grab her hand and allow her to finish.

"I can say I'm sorry one million times, but it's just words. I'm more focused on actions now, which I why I served Samantha the papers." Brittany says. "I want to make this right, I swear I do."

"Brit, baby, remember two weeks ago when we were talking when we walked through the park?" I ask, and wait for her to nod. "We said we would just focus on us, and on the future, I know you're going through a divorce and yeah I was hurt when I found out you were married, I was hurt the way I found out you were married." I sigh and grab her hands. "I just want to move forward with you. I tried hating you, I tried ignoring you, I even tried convincing myself I don't need you in my life; but I do."

"I need you too." Brittany smiles softly. "I love you, Santana."

"I love you too." I reply as I lean forward and kiss her. "We can look for apartments as long as you want today." I assure her. "It doesn't bother me, then we can have a relaxing romantic night here, I'll cook dinner, we can listen to some music and just relax."

"Sounds perfect." Brittany nods.


We've been looking at apartments for over three hours, and have seen around ten or so. Now I can admit I have no idea how much money Brittany makes, but she did tell the realtor that a few were out of her price range. We found a great one bedroom, one and half full bath loft, it had high ceilings, hard wood floors and moldings; it was great, hell I want to move in there myself, but as with the other apartments, Brittany found something wrong with it. I want to believe she's honestly searching for a great apartment but a part of me, feels like she truly isn't.

"Well I'll let you two look around this one a little more, I need to make a quick call to set up for the next viewing." The realtor, Frank, tells us with a smile.

"This has a great view." I smile and walk over to the windows.

"Yeah, it's okay." I hear Brittany reply.

I turn and glance at her and see her taking pictures of the space. I grab her hand and lead her upstairs to where the bedroom is. "You can put your bed here against the wall, get some cool lamps for this corner, a set of mirrors here on this wall." I tel her excitedly. "Like those differnet shape ones."

"Do you really like it?" She asks quietly.

"Yeah I do." I tell her honestly. "This is great B, I would live here."

"You would live here with me?" She then asks.

"If the circumstances were different, and we were in a different space in our lives, yes." I nod.

"Okay," She kisses me on the cheek and turns around, scanning the bedroom.

I can't tell if I hurt her feelings or if she's deep in thought. I decide she's just picturing the layout of the room I came up with, or maybe putting together her own blueprint in her head. I turn and look over the balcony to the living room, and try to think of some ways to organize it.

"Santana, I love you, so much." Brittany tells me.

I smile and turn around to let her know how much I love her, but I freeze and gasp when I see she's on one knee. "What are you..."

"I've loved you since the moment I saw you I think, I feel like you were made just for me by the heavens, I know things are complicated between us, they are a little confusing; but I'm not confused about this at all. I love you so much, you make me feel a way no one ever has, a way no one ever will. We belong together baby, I love your smile in the morning with your bed hair while you squint, I love how excited you get when you figure out the smallest thing, I love when we are watching TV and you fall asleep on the couch and you curl into me in your sleep. You're drawn to me, me to you." She smiles as she opens the black velvet box in her hand and reveal a huge diamond engagement ring. "I know you love me, I can feel it in our hugs and even the innocent kisses we exchange. I've put you through hell and back the past few months; but that all changes right now in this moment. Will you marry me?" She asks.

I wipe the tears from my eyes and sigh. "This is the proposal I've been waiting for my whole life, but you're married Brittany."

"I'm going through a divorce."

"But by law, you are still married." I shake my head. "It's bad enough we are still dating and having sleeping together, and basically living together." I kneel down and close the box. "I can't." I tell her, letting the tears stream down my face. "I can't."

"Why?" Brittany asks sadly and opens the box again, this time taking the ring out and trying to slip it on my finger. "Marry me, please."

"So you can cheat on me too?" I ask and immediately regret it when her eyes widen then drop. She nods and sets the ring back in the case and stands up quickly.

"Let's go check out the next place." She says harshly as she makes her way down the stairs.

"Fuck!" I groan.


The rest of the day apartment hunting wasn't weird, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. We saw six or seven more places, Brittany keeping a detailed log with the pictures she took so she could decide. When we got back to my place it was around 5pm, Brittany immediately went to take a shower, saying she needed to warm up from the rigid temperature outside. I decided to give her some space so I started dinner and opened a bottle of wine, she left her cell phone in the living room, so when it kept ringing I went over to make sure it wasn't her job calling her into work. I saw it was Samantha and rolled my eyes, even though I have no reason to be upset, that is her wife. I toss the phone back on the table and move to my liquor cabinet and take a shot of something a little stronger.

I wonder if this is what my life would be like it if I accepted Brittany's ring, would Samantha go away that easily? If she's this damn annoying as a pregnant woman, I can only imagine the hell she would put me through, put us through, when she has the baby and can do so much more. Saying no to the proposal was one of the hardest things ever to do. The ring was perfect, the emotion in Brittany's words and eyes was perfect, I felt her love fill the room...but she's married. Everything will always come down to her being married; always.

"Mind if I have a glass?"

I turn around and see Brittany standing in the kitchen. "Of course, baby." I nod and pour a glass of wine for her. She looks so cute yet sad, her hair is still wet but in a bun on top of her head now, she has on a long sleeve black tshirt and a pair of banana print pajama pants, her eyes look so sad. I walk over to her and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her into me. "Look at me." I request. She sighs and locks eyes with me. "My no, wasn't a forever no today, it's more like a not right now." I explain. "You have to get through this divorce and get things situated and I don't want to complicate anything any further. You're right, I do love you, but we have to be smart and patient with this."

Brittany nods. "I understand."

"Okay." I tell her and wrap my other arm around her waist to, pulling her closer into my body. "We have to be patient, our love won't fade if we wait a little while."

Brittany smiles. "I love you Santana, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in this world. All I know about you and I is that because of that, I think anything's possible. You're going to be my wife one day...I'm not worried."

"Is that so?" I laugh.

"Yes." She nods and winks at me. She then leans down and presses her lips to mine. The kiss deepens slowly and in a blink of an eye, Brittany is lifting me on the counter and standing between my legs, taking my shirt off. She quickly tosses my shirt and bra to the side and begins to kiss down my chest and around my breast nice and slow, her hands working on unbuttoning my jeans. She then palms my breasts and begins to massage them, looking deep in my eyes. I lean down and kiss her, sucking her bottom lip in my mouth before surrendering my tongue to hers and allowing her to control the kiss.

"Lift up." She rasps, kissing down my stomach and licking just above my panty line. I follow her command and lift up just enough for her to slip my pants and panties down in a fluid swipe. She kisses my thighs and spreads my legs open, wasting no time tasting me.

"Oh Brit!" I moan as I lean back on my elbows and my head falls back. She's taking long, deep strokes inside of me, her tongue touching every single inch of my core. She lifts my legs over her shoulders and starts to pump into me quickly. I sit up and grab her hair as I pant heavily and moan loudly. "C-close." I squeak out. Brittany pumps faster and wraps her lips around my clit, sucking just hard enough that I scream loudly and pull her hair when I climax and come. She keeps licking me, to clean me up, she then carries me to the couch and lies me down. I watch her quickly strip her own clothes off and lie back on me. I wrap my leg around her waist as she starts to grind into me, kissing down my neck.

"I love you." She whispers in my ear. "I'll wait forever for you." She adds.

I turn her head and kiss her. She won't have to wait forever for me, just until the divorce is final and we can be an out and proud couple. I want to be able to walk around and hold Brittany's hand in New York, sure we did in other cities but that's only because no one knew us there, we never really went out here, and come to think of it we still don't. Marriage is sacred to me, my parents have been married forever, and I was raised in the belief that it's not something you take lightly, so if Brittany does see marriage in the future for us, like I once did, then we need to have a serious conversation about it.

"You feel so good." She hums in my ear. I sink my nails in her back as rock up into her, turning us on her sides. We start to basically pound into each other, kissing one another hungrily, until Brittany's body freezes and she climaxes, I keep rocking until I climax as well. We continue kissing, our bodies tangled in one another, our hands roaming the other's back.

"That was unexpected." I laugh when we finally break the kiss.

"Our love has been unexpected since the start." She blushes. "That's what makes it work."

"Very true." I nod and kiss her again.


Brittany POV

I wake up from someone knocking on the door, I see Santana stir in her sleep, a frown instantly on her face from the noise, but she doesn't move at all. I look over her at the time and see it's a little after midnight. After dinner we decided to watch movies in bed and just relax, which led to a few rounds of sex, and Santana being asleep since around nine. The knocking picks up again, so I kiss Santana's furrowed eyebrows.

"Who the fuck is at the door?" She sighs and opens her eyes slowly.

"I'll check, go back to sleep." I tell her. I slip out of bed and grab the first sweatshirt I see and leave the bedroom quickly.

I open the door and feel the blood drain from my face when I see Samantha's crazy ass cousin, Quinn. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Brittany, I should be asking you the same thing, being a married woman and all." Quinn raises her eyebrow at me and slowly takes her leather gloves off. "My ex lover, sorority sister, and coworker, Santana, lives here right?" She then asks with a smirk.

"Ex lover?" I ask. "What?"

"Oh Santana." Quinn laughs and steps inside. "She never told you about us? We dated and fucked all over New York." She looks around the apartment and nods. "She still has impeccable taste...her apartment back then..."

"Get out, now!" I snap quickly at her.

"Ah ah ah." She shakes her head and finger at me. "Santana left these in my car last week after we had lunch, or did she leave them in my condo...hmmm don't remember."

What? Why the hell is Santana having lunch with her ex lover? I feel my blood boiling, and it's taking everything for me not to snatch Quinn by the collar, she's always been a thorn in my ass when it came to Samantha, and now she's no different.

"Would you be a dear and give them to her?" Quinn walks over to the coffee table and neatly sets them down, patting them after. "She loves red leather gloves." She smiles. "Oh, and tell her I'll try to keep her promise of not dragging her into court during your divorce."

"What?"

"Oh, damn, am I talking out of turn again? I'm Samantha's lawyer." She laughs softly. "I told Santana about it almost two months ago, I assumed you knew."

I open my mouth and close it quickly, my hands in tight fists at my sides.

"Santana Lopez is a great woman, intelligent, beautiful, independent..." Quinn winks at me and walks back towards the open door. "You kept a secret from her about your marriage, and apparently I was supposed to be a secret to you." She slowly brushes a piece of hair out of her face, and places her finger tips over her mouth. "Oopsie." She laughs and walks out the door.

I walk over to it and slam it door loudly.

"What was at the door?" Santana asks sleepily as she trudges to the kitchen and grabs a glass of water.

"Are you sleeping with Quinn?!" I yell at her.

She spits out her water everywhere and just stares at me.


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