A/N: So hey, thanks for reading. I'm a little nervous about this chapter. Let me know what you think...don't hold back, really...I'll be okay (winces).

brittanaboss: Maybe one day they will...wink wink

beckadav: I swear they can

the T.M.: Thanks for reading! Glad you like it!

abster231: the answer is yes.

Kitty32Cat: Well... they don't EXACTLY kiss...

Warning, there's a reason it's M.


Santana's POV

"Well look who decided to show up," Tio said. I could tell he was mad, his arms were crossed and he had that look on his face.

"I'm sorry Tio, I fell asleep at Brittany's," I replied truthfully.

"I called the Pierces and they said she never came home and was probably at the Fabray's." I wasn't sure exactly how mad he was. I wondered if he knew where I actually had gone last night. I hoped that he didn't but I doubted something like that had gotten by him, seeing as how gossip around this place seemed to spread like wildfire.

After I didn't say anything he continued,

"So I called the Fabray's and Judy said that Quinn had come home that morning after she spent the night at the Puckermans so where have you been for the past 24 hours? I want every place- NOW."

"Okay so yesterday at noon I hung out with Quinn on the lake and then here while you were gone-"

"That explains while there was popcorn all over my leather couch," he interrupted. I glared at him but I was relieved too, this means he wasn't that mad.

"-and then Brittany came and the three of us went to Brittany's house and them we went to a party at Puck's and then me, Brittany, and Sam Evans hung out and slept in her tree house. That's the truth." He visibly relaxed, yes I was safe...for now at least.

"Sorry Santanita, it's not that I don't trust you it's just that I worry when I don't know where you are for a long period of time." I hugged him, I understood. In fact, I was glad he actually cared so much.

"I know Tio, I'm sorry for worrying you."

"So because if this little incident I decided to get you this," he pulled out a basic standard cell phone from his back pocket.

"Tio-"

"Just text me if you're out somewhere for a while and don't lie because I will definitely find out," he said smiling and handing me the phone.

"Thank you."

"Oh and don't tell your mother, she'll flip."

"Damn right!" he began to walk away before turning back,

"Oh by the way she wants you to call her."

"You didn't tell her I was gone for a whole night did you?" I accused. I did not need my mother breathing down my neck, I liked it here way better then at home already and I didn't want her bringing me back.

Wow. Never thought I'd say that.

"Hell no girl! She'd kill me right after she killed you!"

"Good point..."

"Call her now, Santanita!" he called, disappearing up the stairs. I sighed grabbing the house phone, moment of truth right here.

I dialed the number and waited, of course she answered on the first ring.

"David? What has she done?" my mother's familiar voice said. I rolled my eyes. Of course she thought I did something.

"Hi mami, nice to talk to hear from you too!" I said sarcastically.

"Santana!" she exclaimed obviously surprised," Why haven't you called me?" I smiled as she scolded me. I'm not gonna lie I sort of missed her nagging ways...sort of.

"Sorry mami I've been busy."

"Getting busy?" she accused.

"No mami, I've been abstinent for a week and a half!" I told her proudly. There was another surprise, I actually didn't miss the sex that much. Of course I missed it somewhat but I didn't miss having to keep up with who I had and hadn't been with and the jealous girls and the ones who thought I loved them. It was all a little exhausting and I liked the break.

"Wow, the lake must really be changing you." I went rigid at the comment. I hadn't really changed THAT much have I? Sure, I guess that I had changed a little but...I was still the same person...right?

"Not...really?" I finally got out.

"Well, I'm glad you're having an alright time, just make sure you don't do anything stupid. And would it kill you to call a little more often?"

"No mami, I'll call you soon."

"Te Quiero Santanita."

"Love you too mami." The line went dead. I wondered how everybody was doing without me...they probably forgot I even existed. To them I was just 'that hot lesbian chick' the only person actually cared was...

Oh fuck.

I quickly dialed the number I had memorized by heart.

"Hello?"

"Sebastian!"

Silence.

"Santana fucking Lopez!" my best friend screamed into the phone," Where the hell have you been! I've been calling you constantly and when I went to your house your mom said you went away for the summer. Tell me it's not true. Tell me right now bitch."

"No, it's true. I'm in Virginia right now, at a LAKE."

"No freaking way! Santana Lopez braving the outdoors? Next you'll tell me you haven't had sex in a day."

"Actually...it's been almost two weeks."

"You're kidding right?"

"Nooope."

"... Well FUCK!" God I missed him, he was always so easy to talk to, and we had so much in common. Both gay, both bitches, both hot as fuck, we'd be the awesomest, most feared couple if we were straight.

I told him about my trip so far and well, I sorta gushed over Brittany. I couldn't help it, I hadn't told anyone and I just had to get it out. I didn't tell him I liked her or anything...just how gorgeous and funny and sweet she was.

"Santana, actually falling for someone? I have to get over there right now, they've obviously brainwashed you with their dirty lake water."

"I'm not FALLING for her Sebastian."

"Oh please- 'oh my god her hair is just so silky smooth and her laugh makes me want to skip through a field of flowers and don't even get me started on her BODY I mean OHHHHH,'" he mocked moaning into the phone.

"I did NOT say any of that!" I was glad he wasn't here right now or he'd totally see how much I was blushing.

"Oh shut the fuck up Lopez, that was toned down. You act like the sun shines out of this girls ass."

"I don't know what it is about her...," I said dreamily. Oh crap maybe I DID sound like that.

"Yeah San, you're totally not falling for her, my mistake."

"Yup, you are mistaken!"

"So what are you gonna do about your little crush?"

"It's not a-"

"You should take her, hard."

"Seba-"

"Run to her house right now and FUCK HER."

"I'm not gonna-"

"Better yet, make fucking love to her because it's so blatantly obvious that you are so-"

"SEBASTIAN!"

"Yes Santana?" he said innocently, as if he didn't do anything. Regardless of his immature behavior I couldn't help but smile at his antics.

"She's not like THAT. She's just...a really great person."

"Who's a really great person?"

I swear my heart stopped beating right then. I turned around to see Brittany standing in the middle of the living room, what the hell! Didn't people in this town knock?

"Brittany!" I said surprised.

"Oh my god. She's THERE? Let me talk to her San this is gonna be so-" I slammed the phone into the receiver.

"What are you doing here?" I was panicking. How long had she been standing there? What had she heard? Oh my god I think I'm hyperventilating, calm down Santana calm the fuck down.


Brittany's POV

"I did NOT say any of that!"

A voice said from the kitchen. I didn't bother knocking, every other time I came her I just sort of came in un-announced. I had come under the ruse of returning her jacket, mostly I had just wanted to see her again. I had thought about keeping the jacket for a while because it smelled like her but I realized that'd be a little creepy. Besides, the sleeping bag we SHARED smelled like her plenty.

I realized she was talking on the phone and her back was turned away from me. I was about to make my presence known until she said,

"I don't know what it is about her..." the way she said that with such hope and caring...I wondered if she was talking about me. Please be talking about me San! I decided to listen to more but nothing gave away who she was talking about.

"She's not like THAT she's just a really great person." After that curiosity got the best of me.

"Who's a really great person?"

She spun around so fast I thought she was going to fall over.

"Brittany!" she slammed down the phone obviously flustered. She reminded me about what Lord Tubbington did when I snuck up behind him.

"What are you doing here?" I walked over to her and held out her jacket.

"You left this at the tree house this morning..." I was relieved when she smiled at me, good she wasn't mad I snuck up behind her.

"Thanks Britt."

"So who were you talking to?"

"Umm...my best friend Sebastian."

"Oh yeah! You told me about him! I would have loved to talk to him, you made him sound super hilarious!"

"No, I don't think that's a good idea," she quickly said. I pouted knowing that she, like no one else, could resist it,

"Why not?" her eyes darted to my lips before quickly diverting away.

"He's sort of...a strong personality..." she said. She grabbed the jacket out of my hand and started walking to her room and I followed her.

"What does that mean?"

"It means he's kind of rude and I don't want him to make you feel bad..." I closed the door behind me as we entered her room.

"I can take care of myself San..." I said. Again she had her back to me, almost deliberately trying to avoid looking at me. I watched as her shirt rode up a little revealing her midriff when she hung the jacket up and I licked my lips. After last night I could not get the feeling I had when she was rubbing up against me out of my mind.

"Uh Britt, I think I'm gonna change and take a shower, I haven't changed clothes since yesterday morning."

"Good idea," I agreed not taking my eyes off that small strip of bare skin. Then I realized she was facing me again and I forced my eyes to hers. An image of her in the shower invaded my mind. Santana. Naked. Dripping wet.

I had to get out of there, before I did something I would regret.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said before turning to leave. Arms were suddenly wrapped around my midsection, and my knees almost buckled from the amount of arousal shooting through me.

"Bye Britt..." Oh my god Britt, get out- get out now!

"Bye San!" I said before practically jumping out of her hands and out the door.

Santana's POV

When I turned around the look on her face was just...oh my GOD. Her blue eyes were slightly darker then usual and the way her mouth was slightly parted as she stared at my body... I had seen that look many times before and it could only be described as Pure Lust.

I wondered what she was thinking, probably thinking about me, naked, sprawled on the bed waiting for her to take me. Because that's what I was thinking about her right now. I had already seen her body with just her underwear on, if you count bikinis, and fuck, it didn't leave much to the imagination. I almost gave into my temptation until she said she was leaving. Faster then I thought was possible, I crossed the room and put my arms around her, my hands SOO close to the waistband of her shorts. Being deprived of sex for almost two weeks has made me really horny and I just couldn't- no. Keep it together, you already said that you would just be FRIENDS. Friends don't fuck each other against doors...but that would be SO hot.

If she turned around and kissed me right now I wouldn't stop her.

"Bye Britt..." I whispered in her ear. Turn the fuck around Brittany Susan Pierce.

"Bye San!" she bolted from my arms and out the door. I frowned, guess she didn't want me after all...it's okay San it's for the best, you knew that already. You're just going to have to put up with being sexually frustrated whenever you're around her.


If I thought I couldn't get her out of my mind before, I was dead fucking wrong. I had it EASY. It had been a week since that day in my bedroom and for a week I could not get that LOOK she had on her face out of my god damn head. You know the look that made her look like she wanted to devour me whole? Yeah that one. Every time she hugged me, every time our skin touched, every time I looked at her. That look invaded my mind and shortly after were images of her waiting for me on a bed begging me to fuck her. I totally saved my uncle money on water heating seeing as how all I took were ice cold showers and frequent dives in the lake. Not to mention the sleepless nights I had as I pleasured myself to the image of her. Yes it was dirty but honestly, my libido was starting to get out of control and it was all I could do to keep myself in check. I tried to distract myself and avoid hanging out alone with her. I spent a lot of time with the guys and Mercedes and Tina. Quinn seemed...off recently and I wondered what was wrong but nothing could keep the blonde out of my mind for long enough and I didn't know if I could stay away for long.


Brittany's POV

Ever since the day after the party Santana had been avoiding me, in fact, so had Quinn. And ever since the party I could not stop thinking about Santana. I knew from experience that Santana could do amazing things with her body and that was just dancing, imagine what she would feel like without clothes on. With her fingers buried knuckle deep inside of me.

I was in my boat making my way to her house, I had this desire to see her every single day and although part of it was sexual, a lot of it was something else...I just needed to be around her.

I walked up to her back porch letting myself in.

"San?" I called.

"Mr. Martinez?" no answer. Huh that was weird, why would the door be open if no one was home? I made my way to the living room, nope, no one there... I decided to check her room and then leave. As I ascended the stairs I heard something. I didn't think I heard it right so I went further down the hallway.

There it was again, definitely coming from San's room. I was pretty sure I heard my name coming from her room. It felt like it took me hours to get to the door.

"Uhh...Brittany." That was definitely my name, and it was definitely Santana, and oh my god...that was definitely her moaning.

"Yes, right there Britt...ohhh." Arousal shot between my legs as I listened to her. I opened the door slowly and peaked inside. There, on the bed, was the object of my sexual desire- stark naked, fingers buried inside herself, writhing on the bed, screaming MY name. And...

"Oh my god," I whispered, her eyes shot open and she fell off the bed in a panic.

"Brittany!" she squealed, holy shit holy shit holy shit. Her expression was pained, fuck she was probably THAT close.

I have never moved so fast in my life.

Our lips connected in heat and passion and desire and it was everything I thought it would be. Simply amazing. I ran my hands all over her smooth silky skin and GOD I thought she smelled good but her taste...I thought I was dreaming.

I licked and nipped down her neck when breathing unfortunately became a necessity. She let out a broken little gasp as I messaged her breasts and sucked on her pulse point HARD.

She frantically went for my shirt, ripping it over my head.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this..." she moaned only spurring me on further. She untied my shorts and I wriggled out of them and my underwear, all I wanted right now was her body on mine. She tangled our legs together and when her wet sopping pussy touched my clit I felt every nerve in my body explode in pleasure. We set a frantic pace both of us moaning uncontrollably.

"Mmm Brittany, I'm so close, don't fucking stop!" she screamed rubbing harder and faster against me. All sense of rhythm was lost as we just went as fast as possible.

She kept repeating my name like a mantra and I was close, so so so close. I felt the familiar feeling in my stomach keep building and building until...

My orgasm shook me awake and I let out a strangled moan as I shot straight up. It hit me like a freight train and I clenched my thighs together as I let it pass. Breathing heavily and sweating profusely I looked at my surroundings. My room was empty, no Santana, just me. Still panting hard at the intense sex DREAM I just had, I laid back. There was no way I could go back to sleep.

I was seriously fucked.


A/N: Wow I'm evil.

Bye.