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Chapter 8

It's been a week since the incident with Santana and Brittany. Both weren't sure how to react with the other anymore. Brittany doesn't go in and sit with her anymore. She doesn't share her food. She doesn't even utter a mere 'hello' to her. All she can do is bring in her food and walk out. Santana accepts this too because, what else can she do? She had too much pride to apologize to her for what she did. She knew she was wrong for allowing her feelings to get the best of her, but this is Santana Lopez we're talking about here; she wasn't suppose to have feelings. All she could do was lay here until she was allowed to get the okay to be amongst the other inmates, but let's face it, she'd rather be locked up alone for the rest of her stay, if it meant she didn't have to face the mess she's created.

Santana laid on her bed, with her hands behind her head, staring up at the ceiling. Being in the cell, has allowed her to do a lot of thinking and what she realized is why she does the things she does. Why she always liked being in control sexually and emotionally. It's because she knew the only person she could really count on was herself. She knew she could make sure she wasn't going to ever get hurt if she controlled it.

Brittany unlocked the cell silently, carrying a tray of food—breakfast to be exact and placed it on the bed. Santana followed her gaze with each of the blonde's movements and it was slowly starting to get a rise out of her. It wasn't Brittany per say—it was more of the silence that was eating at her. Brittany turned on her heel and started walking out, but Santana sighed. I have to do something, she thought to herself.

"Brittany, wait," she spoke, causing the blonde to stop short at the cell door. She didn't turn around right away—only took a deep breath and exhaled deeply, before turning around fully.

She met Santana's gaze—her brown eyes pleading her to stay and just hear her out completely. Santana got up, meeting her completely by the door. She sighed heavily and looked down at her feet. This was going to be a lot harder than she anticipated.

"Brittany, I'm sorry," she told her softly, suddenly feeling ashamed. "I've been doing a lot of thinking this last week and I realized what I did was wrong to you. I shouldn't have forced myself on you. To be honest, I've never done anything like that before in my life—usually I don't have to, but you're different and that's okay," she explains as Brittany continued to watch her speak so fluently. She was worried at first when Santana asked her to wait, but she didn't expect her to apologize. "It's okay because different is a good thing and maybe that's why I want you so badly. Yeah, not wanted, but want. I can't help that, and I think that's why it's making me so crazy," this is the realest Santana's ever been with anyone, so maybe Brittany could accept her apology and they can move past all of this.

Santana shrugged. "Anyway, again, I'm sorry and it'll never happen again," she finishes, staring up at the ocean blue crystallized eyes, causing Brittany to smile gently and nod. What else could she really do? She could tell Santana never apologized for anything and even if she did—it had to be a rarity. Her apology looked or seemed more or less genuine and she wanted to believe they could just forget it ever happened—just be civil again, but what if Santana's emotions got the best of her and she tried something like that again, and this time it wouldn't just be forcing her lips on her, but worse?

Brittany shrugged that thought away because even Santana didn't seem capable of doing such a thing. She continued to eye the Latina, who just stared back hopeful that the blonde would just accept her confession.

"It's okay," Brittany states quietly, but Santana just began shaking her head furiously. That wasn't enough for her. She felt ashamed and was being very spiteful towards herself for what she had done. It was like she was beating herself up for her actions—something she's never done before.

"No, no it's not. I hurt you and I can't believe I did that," she pleaded, with her eyes widened in absolute regret. "I pushed you and I attacked you. I yelled at you—,"

"And I slapped you," Brittany countered back, before Santana could respond with anymore actions she took and regretted. Santana gazed at her as Brittany looked at her almost as if it was a challenge. Brittany seemed to have two sides to her—one minute she's this confident go getter, the next she is this vulnerable looking girl, who just wants to crawl in the corner. But there's clearly no mystery behind each façade. She knows each one by now like the back of her hand, but they change so carelessly that it's almost hard to keep up.

Santana nodded nevertheless. Brittany did indeed slap her, and she slapped her good too. She had the memory of the stinging red mark to prove it. Never once did she allow someone to hit her and if they did, they were in for a huge beating, but it was like as if Brittany got a free pass. And at any rate, Santana knew she deserved it for what she had done, so in reality there wasn't any reason to feel angry at anyone else but herself.

"Santana, what do you want me to say to make you stop beating yourself up over this?" Brittany asked softly—and the challenging look has disappeared once again to concern. Santana didn't have an answer for her because she felt like she'll always feel regret towards this, until perhaps their relationship went back to normal. Relationship? What sort of relationship could we possibly have? After all, I'm just a troubled bitch, who deserves to be locked away here and she's this remarkable and breath-taking girl, who is assigned to watch over me. It's no wonder she wouldn't ever be interested in someone like me because I'll always be that girl who gets into trouble and never changes, Santana's thoughts kept racking into her; almost as if they were intoxicating her—addicting her, in order to make her believe that all of this was true.

"You can't say anything to change it," She whispered more to herself than to the blonde, but Brittany heard it and suddenly taking a giant leap here—maybe it wasn't the right thing to do, but perhaps she needed to do this. She placed her hand under Santana's chin, in order to force the Latina to gaze up at her.

"I'm fine. You did all of those things and I know you regret them terribly. I can see it all in your eyes," Brittany spoke as Santana continued to meet those blue orbs. She captured her bottom lip between her teeth, trying her best not to show any emotions at this moment. She didn't want Brittany seeing her in any vulnerable states. "So I accept your apology, okay? It won't happen again and I know that because I know you'll refuse to let it," she adds before pulling her hands away from Santana—she already secretly missed the contact from the blonde, but all she could do was nod and look away finally. It was too much pressure to continue to stare up at her, when deep inside something was coursing through her and she can't figure out why—all she knew was this person was the reason it was happening—like as if she were hurting inside; breaking even.

Brittany smiled gently to her and turned on her heel, and walked out of the cell, before locking it behind her. Santana turned to her tray and saw the food. She imagined it was already cold; or it was cold when it got there, and began to take bites out of it—she suddenly missed those bagels. "Santana," She glanced up from her food and saw Brittany peering in through the little barred window. She smiled warmly towards the Latina, before continuing. "I'm sorry for what I said," Santana looked at her confused. As far as she was concerned, Brittany didn't do anything remotely close to wrong. "You are worth a lot more than you think are," she confessed, before turning her head and standing against the wall, as Santana continued casting her gaze in the blonde's direction. What did she mean by that? She thought to herself, before shrugging, deciding not to worry about it and just continue eating.

x.x.x.x.x

Brittany walked through the offices, to get her lunch out of the employee area. She found it kind of ironic that even in a place like this; they still managed to have an employee lounge. She pulled her lunch out of the fridge and retrieved water from the vending machine, then finally made her way out to eat by her post. Before Santana apologized, she'd just walk away from the cell and just eat upstairs by the offices, just to avoid being near the Latina anymore than she had to, but now that they seemed to be on good terms again, she wanted to eat at least by the cell.

As she was about to head out, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and was met by Dave. Suddenly the blood rushed out of her face and her whole body got hot. She wasn't sure why this occurred, but she imagined that it was because she has something to hide. Ever since Santana and she made out, it was like she was afraid everyone was going to find out and incriminate her.

"Warden Sylvester would like to speak with you," he finally said, causing her to breath out a sigh of relief, but she wasn't completely out of the woods yet. If she could keep up her façade long enough, she'll be able to get out of there unscathed. So she nodded to Dave, before going around him towards the older woman's office. Her heart was racing at an unimaginable rate as she stood in front of the door, hesitantly knocking on it. After hearing a faint come in, she opened the door, making sure the gulp she just uttered was unnoticed, before walking in completely.

"You wanted to see me?" She asked, keeping herself as composed as possible. Sue was busy writing some things down, with her glasses slowly sliding of the bridge of her nose. She finally casted her eyes up and saw the younger blonde and acknowledged her.

"Yes, please come in," she gestured for her to shut the door along the way and she obliged to the request, taking a seat in the chair in front of Sue, then placing her food and drink down next to it. Sue looked at Brittany for a moment—as if she was studying every part of her physical attributes to get into her emotions. "What's the prognosis on our lovely inmate Santana Lopez?" She finally asks, leaning back in her chair, swinging back and forth. Brittany sighed deeply. She knew this had nothing to do with anything that happened between her and Santana, but on her injuries and the status of her watching over her.

"She's healing nicely. Her facial scars are pretty much gone and I know the doctor mentioned that her ribs wouldn't completely heal until six weeks in, but she seems to be adapting well to the pain. She gets up by herself with very little struggle now," Brittany explained as much as possible, as Sue continued to eye her intently. Brittany just hoped that she didn't elaborate too much to make Sue suspect anything that'll possibly cause her to think something occurred. Maybe I'm just overreacting, she thought, finally able to control her heart.

"Well that's Santana for you—tries to hide any signs of vulnerability. Reminds me of a young Sue Sylvester if I were a hot spicy tamale," she exclaimed to the blonde, who in the inside wanted to laugh, but she felt that Sue wouldn't find what she said as funny as she did. Hot tamale, Brittany inwardly snickered.

"That is why, I think she is tough and she can be released with her peers today. She'll be fine and will be checked out by the doctor, in the meantime you're assigned to conjugal visit scheduling and looking over the wing you were looking over originally, you clear of your instructions?" She assigned.

"I thought they didn't allow those in Ohio," she muttered. She knew only eight states allowed it and Ohio was definitely not one of them, but this was Sue Sylvester, she was able to make anything happen. Although, she wasn't sure why Sue would be so generous to the women to allow them to get that sort of visitation, but she wasn't going to question that part.

"I have the power to do a lot of things Brittany, and I also have the power to not answer your question," she responds and Brittany doesn't question that further, holding her hands up almost to surrender. Sue rose her hand to dismiss Brittany, causing Brittany to nod and rise from her seat and grabbed her food, before stepping out to go back to Santana to tell her everything that happened.

x.x.x.x.x

Santana rose from her bed instantly as Brittany unlocked it with her food in one hand and Santana's in the other. After their little heart to heart, Santana seemed to brighten up at the thought of Brittany being around and when she actually came back the feeling only heightened. She was beginning to get use to the idea of being locked away in this cell for days on end and not have to worry about confronting any other inmates—it seemed like as long as Brittany was there to keep her occupied; nothing else really mattered.

Brittany placed the tray down for Santana to eat, but the Latina only eyed it momentarily before casting her eyes back up to the blonde. "What? No food sharing?" She asked in fake shock. It wasn't that she expected her to share her food now nor did she think it was completely right that Brittany even gave her any to begin with. She accepted the gestures because she knew that she was only being nice and Santana wanted to be just as nice and accept it—like it was some kind of birthday present or something.

Brittany smirked. "Oh is that why you apologized? To mooch off me again," she joked, making Santana only return the same expression, but nod nevertheless. Brittany clearly caught on and nodded slightly before pulling out her pudding and opening it. Santana secretly loved chocolate, but Brittany didn't know that. Nobody brings pudding cups in work lunches, Santana thought in confusion, before a hand collided with her cheek—and not just any kind of hand, but a pudding covered hand.

Santana's mouth gapped open in utter shock. Brittany started giggling as she watched the pudding trail down the Latina's cheek. "You got a little—right there," Brittany mentioned, pointing her finger to her cheek as Santana began nodding frantically to every word she said.

"Oh—oh really? Well then," Santana stated, before tackling Brittany on her bed, causing the blonde to shriek semi loudly, but giggle, knowing she wasn't going to hurt her. Santana lowered her face to Brittany's and began wiping her cheek all over the blonde's cheeks down to her lips, and up to her forehead. She leaned up and admired her handy work—Brittany's face was completely covered with chocolate goodness.

She continued to straddle her lap, before running her finger along Brittany's forehead down to her lips, as Brittany eyed each movement. She placed her finger in her mouth, sucking slowly to make sure she got every bit of the chocolate—and hopefully a taste of Brittany in the process. "Mmm delicious," she comments confidently. Brittany strangely enjoyed having Santana straddling her—the idea definitely has crossed her mind numerous times, whether it was from just now or in the past in her dreams. Regardless of the fact that they just made up, she still constantly dreamt about her—they just continued to antagonize her to no end.

Santana watched Brittany struggle within herself. The blonde wasn't that difficult to read—she was growing nervous and maybe even a little irritable, but she wasn't sure why. Brittany made it very clear she was not interested in losing her job nor spending what would feel like a lifetime to her behind bars, if caught. Santana desperately just wanted to tell her nobody would find out—she wants her that badly, but she knew she couldn't promise her that. Let's face it—she hasn't had the best track record.

So Santana slid off her to make it easier on Brittany—but harder on herself and grabbed a napkin from her tray and wiped of Brittany's face, using the water she brought in since the chocolate was already stinking to her skin. She rubbed gently across the blonde's flawless skin and it was almost hard to believe for Santana Lopez herself—she doesn't take care of girls, unless they were little girls in her family and even then that was a rarity.

"Thanks," Brittany finally whispered. It was as if her brain shut down for a moment and made it incapable of responding to absolutely anything. Whatever affect Santana was having on her—she knew it was getting too much to control. She was beginning to believe that even after Santana is released from her custody—nothing will change. Her brain will still turn into absolute mush around the Latina and it has nothing to do with her sex appeal anymore.

What she's realized is, Santana isn't just sex appeal—she's a lot more than that. She's sweet and caring, and she amazing to be around. She makes her laugh and makes her cry, but that's what's supposed to happen, isn't it? Brittany didn't want to believe that she was losing control, but in the moments she's spent with Santana, it was obvious—even if this will be one lay—perhaps she was worth the risk? No, no Brittany stop that! Just stop all of that nonsense right the fuck now! Her brain yelled at her. You're not risking everything for this girl! You just can't! You've worked hard to get where you are and Santana is only going to ruin it!

"So I talked to Sue today," Brittany broke the silence after Santana finished cleaning Brittany's face of any trace of chocolate. Santana's head rose up, waiting for more. "She said that she wants to release you back with the other inmates today and I go back to my original post. Then she went on to compare you to a hot spicy tamale," Brittany shrugged towards the end, making Santana laugh, only to have Brittany join in because she's been holding it in since she left the older woman's office.

"Tamales are delicious. My mom use to make them all the time, especially when family would come in from all over; it was like huge fiesta in our backyard," Santana remembered smiling the entire time. It would be a lie if she said she didn't miss her family and their insane parties, but her parents made it very clear they didn't want her there, so she never went back.

"So you're—Mexican?" Brittany asked trying to make sure she wasn't wrong, but Santana smiled and nodded nevertheless.

"My mom is full and my dad is Puerto Rican and African-American," she finishes, making Brittany's eyes widen.

"You're black?" Brittany asked looking at her, as if trying to locate any trace of her being remotely close to black.

Santana gasped playfully. "Brittany you don't ask a person if they're black," she mimicked; making Brittany look down almost ashamed because she thought she was being serious. "Hey I was kidding. Mean Girls reference only revamped Santana Lopez style," she assured her, making Brittany break into a smile.

"You're a dork," she mumbled to the Latina, but Santana didn't deny it. She knew she could be a dork sometimes, but nobody else really knew that—to be honest, not even Puck knew she could be that way. It seems Brittany only brings out the dork in her and that should be scary, but it wasn't—it was actually kind of refreshing.

"So I guess I should probably eat before I go, right?" Santana changed the subject, pulling the tray up from the floor as Brittany rose from where she laid on the bed. She watched Santana cut away at the rubbery piece of chicken, before she decided to pull out her sandwich and hand her part of it. Santana looked up as she also pulled out her napkin and water, and began cleaning Santana's cheek just as gently as she cleaned hers.

"For old times' sake," she simply stated, before the Latina took the half and brought it to her lips to take a bite out of it as Brittany continued to clean her cheek—she was really going to miss this.

x.x.x.x.x

Santana walked out of the cell with cuffs attached to her wrists this time—Brittany suggested it was just to be cautious, incase any of the other officers questioned why she didn't place them on, but Santana didn't fight it. She locked the cell door behind her and grabbed Santana's arm and walked her down the hall as Santana shuffled her feet. She really didn't want to leave the cell; she was use to it and having Brittany all to herself felt good—a relief even.

"Do I have to back in a cell with Quinn?" She asked, dreading having to see the other blonde. She was sure she hated her now and maybe even wanted to make her, her second victim.

"I believe so, yeah," Brittany responded, causing Santana to glance down at her wrists, issuing a defeated sigh. She really did not want to be back in a cell with Quinn, expecting the worst.

"God, she hates me Britt. I can't go back in there," she complained, making Brittany sigh. She knew that Quinn probably didn't hate the Latina—just wasn't happy with her at the moment. She definitely couldn't be angry at Santana—and even if she was, she knew it wasn't going to last long. Hell, she couldn't stay mad at her for long and she forced herself on her. Santana just wasn't someone you can remain angry at for a long period of time.

"She doesn't hate you San, besides even if she did, it can't be for a long time," Brittany assured her, rubbing her arm slightly, making sure it went unnoticed to any passers. Santana was confused by this, because how could Brittany possibly know that Quinn couldn't hate her forever? She doesn't even know Quinn—at least she doesn't think she does. Oh God, what if they went to the same school? Were like best friends or some shit! They are relatively the same age! Oh my God please tell me that isn't the case, Santana's head was screaming at the idea of the coincidence. That'd be way too much for her if that was the case. She'd be for sure on Quinn's shit list if she found out she was secretly pursuing Brittany.

"I just know that you're kind of hard to remain mad at," Brittany added, sensing her confusion. Santana looked up at her and Brittany just simply gave her a reassuring smile. "Trust me on this one. Don't worry so much. She'll talk to you when she's ready," she whispered to her, before unlocking the cuffs and the cell door to the cell she was sharing with Quinn, who was in there on her top bunk. Santana exhaled deeply and walked in cautiously as Brittany closed it behind her, then walked off to go to her post.

Santana scaled the area—for some reason it seemed to look different, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Quinn looked up from her book and saw the Latina looking around the room. Quinn sighed heavily, before putting it down and hopping off the top and standing in front of her. Santana gave her a one over and saw that her hand was wrapped in material.

"What happened to your hand?" She asked curiously, before Quinn could do anything. She wouldn't be surprised if Quinn wasn't going to answer her or even if she did, that the answer would be harsh and smug.

"I was upset, so I shattered our lamp, and the glass cut my hand," she muttered; which only made Santana assume she was upset because of her—only possible reason why she would be in her eyes.

"Quinn, I'm sorry about the letter. I imagine it hurt you a great deal," she apologized, causing Quinn to shake her head, holding her wounded hand up for a moment, then turning away and walking to the other side of the cell. It wasn't all that big, but she wanted to be as far away from her as possible at this point.

"I can't be mad at you for telling me the truth," she told her softly. "Yeah it hurt, because I thought you felt as strong for me as I feel for you, but I can't be mad at you for that. I just want someone to love me, is that too much to ask?" she told her, turning around to show the visible tears trailing down her cheeks. It pained Santana to see her hurting this way, but she just couldn't imagine being the person for her—even when she is watching her hurting.

"It's not too much to ask Quinn. You'll find someone one day—someone who will love you the way you deserve to be," she assures her, making Quinn breath out a slightly bitter laugh.

"I doubt that. I'm stuck in here for the rest of my life Santana. I'll never get the chance—I'm just going to give up," she decides and with each word she spoke Santana began shaking her head. Taking a leap she crossed the cell and grabbed her hands gently, hoping she won't push her away. She just wants to be her friend and friends are there for each other.

"Don't give up on love Quinn. One thing I've learned being locked away by myself is that love is a powerful thing. Sometimes you can't explain it and sometimes it intoxicates you so much that you lose control over yourself. The books that you gave me—those taught me that, so please, you of all people have showed me I can't be afraid of falling in love with someone when it comes along—I should embrace it," Santana whispered to her, as Quinn's bottom lip trembled. "Don't make me believe that all of it is a lie by giving up," she adds helplessly. She needed Quinn to believe it was possible to find love under any circumstances—she got Santana to believe that through the books. She can't have the one person that made her believe anything was possible to just give up on her own advice.

Quinn looked down at their hands and as much as it pained her to see and feel Santana so close, she knew she was right. To be in love wasn't something she could control, so giving up on it is impossible, especially for her. She thrives on love and romance, so how can someone like herself believe that love is dead? She looked up at Santana, who still looked at her with pleading eyes and she nodded. "I won't give up," she whispers to her, making Santana smile warmly at her, then engulfed her in a soothing hug. It was friendly and strictly platonic on Santana's end. She was just elated that Quinn wasn't about to let this little thing between them allow her to give up on the one thing she longed for.

x.x.x.x.x

Three weeks later. It's hard to believe that Santana's been in jail for only a little over two months and she still had so much more of her sentence to go. It's ridiculous really, but she knew that she had to take responsibility for her actions—even if they weren't completely just hers. She got checked out by the doctor today and he was surprised to see that her ribs were healing as quickly as they were—he chalked it up as her being fit and good genes possibly, which Santana had to admit she had both.

Since the whole conversation with Quinn, things between them have been a lot better than she expected. She still refrained from sleeping with her, but they definitely goof off like friends should and that was what Santana wanted. She knew Quinn still loved her—it was evident that feelings like hers don't just dissipate overnight or in a three week period, but she knew that she was going to realize that she was better off without her—at least that's what Santana wanted to keep believing.

During this time though, Santana realized that Quinn didn't deserve to be in here. She was a delicate soul—she's known this for awhile, but she's a lot more than that. She's a girl, who felt helpless and trapped in a marriage, and she didn't know where else to go or turn, so she took the only way out she knew. Perhaps, if they reopened her case, they could argue that it was self-defense over an abusive relationship. She knew for sure Quinn would win it, but she wasn't sure how to go about it. She was no lawyer nor did she know much about the legal system, she just knew Quinn had too much pride within herself to even bother with it. Santana also knew that Quinn gave up too easily—considering she didn't even bother fighting the system. She needed to do something about it, but she wasn't sure what.

As she laid on her bed, flipping through her other book—she completed the first book when she was in solitary confinement, there was a clacking at the cell door. Santana looked up—she was alone in her cell, but she saw Dave at the door. She swung her legs over and met him at the cell as he opened it and pulled her out. "You have a visitor," she stated. Santana wasn't expecting anyone, so this confused her.

As they began walking down the hall, she realized that this wasn't the usual walk to the visitation area. Where the hell was he taking her? She remained silent though, unsure what she could even say. Did they move the visitation area while she was locked away? She didn't know since she hasn't had a visitor in over a month, but she kept walking.

He pulled a door open and they went outside. Santana's eyes widened still in complete and utter confusion—where the hell is he taking me? She yelled to herself. A little further, she spotted a trailer—well it looked more like a portable, but it was obvious he was bringing her to it. He unlocked it and had her walk in it and he shut it behind her. She looked around in confusion. There was a bed and a little nightstand, but no sign of any visitor she knew of.

She walked around it for a moment, before pulling the draw open and seeing large amounts of condoms in it. Her eyes widened again. Oh my god, this is conjugal visit! Her brain yelled, but who the hell could set this up when she wasn't married or dating or even in a domestic partnership with anybody. This was way too much and she was scared out of her mind. What if it was some creepy dude she knew from a party or on the streets and he was planning to take advantage of her? Her brain was beginning to scatter as she finally sat down on the bed and just then the door began opening, causing her eyes to widen in horror as she started running frantically around the trailer, trying to find a place to hide, causing her to accidently trip over the leg of the bed. She hit the floor with a clunk and groaned as the person who wanted in the trailer stood above her.

"San, what are you doing on the floor?" Brittany asked, causing her eyes to shoot open and clung onto her legs, surprising Brittany.

"Oh my God, thank you for coming to rescue me! Some crazy bitch or guy or whatever wants to take advantage of me!" Santana yelled dramatically, making Brittany smirk. She wanted to laugh, but she knew Santana was legit freaked out.

"It's okay Santana. I can protect you," she assures her, pulling her up and sitting her down on the bed. Santana breathed out a sigh of relief. She was absolutely thankful that Brittany was here to make things alright.

"I don't even know who's coming to see me," Santana shrugged nervously, but who was even capable of beating the system enough to make sure they could get in without any legal papers that showed they were in a committed relationship?

"Tina Cohen-Chang," Brittany told her, confusing Santana. She looked at her in complete shock, before laying down, trying her best to control her head. It was spinning all over the place.

"Who the fuck is Tina Cohen-Chang? I don't even know any Asians!" She yelled, making Brittany giggle, before turning around. Santana saw Brittany's amused expression. "Oh thanks, I'm glad someone is getting some enjoyment out of this," she retorted, only to make Brittany laugh even harder. She knew Santana was going absolutely mad, so she wanted to ease her of it.

Brittany slid around and slid herself on top of Santana. Santana's eyes fix on the blonde; not exactly sure of what she's doing, before Brittany begins to unbutton her shirt. "Britt you—you probably shouldn't do that if this Tina Cohen-Chang person is gonna come in here," she urged her, even though deep down she wanted Brittany to continue.

Brittany smirked and pulled her shirt off her arms and pulled the zipper of her jumpsuit down slowly, exposing the sports bra and her toned abs. "I'm Tina Cohen-Chang," she whispers into her ear. "I placed the name down, so I can be alone with you," she adds before running her hands up and down the Latina's stomach. Santana's mind was becoming more at ease, but at the same time, something was pulling her back from this—this is what she's wanted, but it didn't feel right—

"Britt, no—no I can't let you do this," she states as Brittany pulls away from Santana's body. "I can't let you risk everything for me," she tells her softly, only to have Brittany lean down and capture her lips with Santana's, then pull away just enough to utter the words.

"I need you. I need you so bad that it hurts inside," she spoke into her lips. "Just let me," she whispers, before she pushes her lips against them harder. This allowed Santana just enough reassurances that Brittany wasn't going to back out from this. She knew she needed her too—it was clearly obvious.

Brittany pulled at the jumpsuit furiously, slipping it down to Santana's waist as Santana tugged at her pants desperately. She lowered her lips down to Santana's, biting at the flesh, which ignited a hiss from Santana. Santana managed to unbutton Brittany's pants and carelessly lower them to her ankles, prompting the blonde to slip them completely off.

Santana flipped them over aggressively as Brittany pulled the suit down entirely to go in the pile with her pants and shirt. She bit her bottom lip as Santana crawled back up her body, trailing kisses up her bare stomach, caressing her thighs along the way. Meeting her eyes, Santana placed her lips on Brittany's once again into a frantically, passionate kiss, letting the blonde run her hands through her dark locks, before lowering her hands down to her back to slip the bra off her small frame.

Tossing it away with the rest of the clothes, Brittany took notice of every curve on Santana's body, before taking her perfect breasts into her hands and massaging them hard as Santana's lips continued to assault Brittany's. This prompted a moan to escape Santana's lips, causing her lips to vibrate against Brittany's. In this moment, Brittany knew there was no way she was turning back.

Brittany rose up, allowing Santana to wrap her legs around her waist and giving the Latina a chance to unclasp her bra, which Santana picked up on rather quickly. She slipped it off almost like the speed of light and threw it hard against the floor, before Brittany stood up and pushed Santana against the wall.

Santana grunted at the contact, with her arms wrapped around the taller girl's neck, Brittany lowered her lips down to Santana's chest, taking one breast into her mouth, letting her tongue run over the nipple. Santana's breath quickened instantly at the immediate contact, before letting out another groan.

"Britt," she breathed out against the wall, caressing her bare back. She wasn't use to this—not having control over the situation and it was driving her wild and perhaps in a good way. Santana wanted to touch Brittany. She wanted to kiss Brittany. And more so than all of that, she wanted to make Brittany scream her name, but she wasn't allowing her to get any actions in, in order to please her.

So finally she unwrapped her legs from Brittany's waist, which confused the blonde, and she smirked. She pushed her down on the floor, causing a groan to escape her lips. Santana straddle Brittany before, leaning down to capture her lips with hers once again. "You're not having all the fun," she whispers into her lips, making Brittany smirk. Santana slid her hand down to Brittany's underwear and trailed her fingers along the fabric, over her covered clit. Brittany whimpered at the initial contact, before moaning in agony—she wanted Santana and she wanted her now.

"San, please," she groaned, just enough to make Santana give in and lower the underwear down her perfectly well formed long legs, down to her ankles, which Brittany kicked off. "Take yours off too," she instructed, which Santana obliged, standing up over Brittany, who eyed her the entire time. She slid the underwear down her tan legs slowly, pulling them off and tossing them to the side. She stood there for a moment, letting Brittany get a look and all the blonde could do was just eye her and lick her lips in anticipation.

Enough waiting, Brittany thought, before pulling at Santana's legs, causing the Latina to fall on the floor with a semi loud bang, sliding on top of her again. Brittany ran her hands along Santana's inner thighs, before propping up her leg slightly. She trailed her fingertips along the folds—one more instant movement and they'll meet her core. Santana just wanted her to stop being such a tease and do it, so she whimpered to show her that she wanted it—which never happens, because Santana Lopez does not beg.

Brittany slides her fingers into Santana, and began pumping them hard, causing her to squirm beneath her. Santana issued moans and groans in all different alcoves, before slipping her own fingers into Brittany, which caused her to gasp unexpectedly. Both girls rocked their hips feverishly against the other's hand, not sure of how the hell they even got to this point in a matter of months.

"Uh fuck San," she shrieked as Santana curled her fingers in the blonde's core, using her thumb to rub her clit. Brittany added another finger into Santana, which caused her to scream slightly in pure ecstasy, pumping faster, wanting her to release. She matched Santana's movements—including, rubbing her clit with her thumb. She then began kissing her chest, taking the other breast she didn't pay attention to yet into her mouth, allowing Santana to really scream.

"Fuck Britt!" she yelled and maybe that wasn't the best idea, but she didn't care. She knew she was enjoying this moment with Brittany, but most of all Brittany was enjoying hearing her scream her name. It's a dream come true—literally.

With a few more pumps, Brittany could feel Santana's walls contracting as it was evitable by the pitches of her pleasurable moans—she was close. She pulled out of Santana, causing her to gasp in absolute irritation. "I want you to cum with me," she tells her, making Santana pump her fingers harder and faster into the blonde, who seemed to not be too far behind, before Brittany placed her already wet fingers into Santana again. Pumping as fast as they could, suddenly instant pleasure coursed through their entire bodies. Breathing heavily and riding out their orgasms, Brittany collapsed next to Santana.

She's been tired after sex before, but this was different—very different and in a good way. Her heart was beating at an intensity that it has never beaten at before. She turns to Brittany and sees her looking at her. At that moment, all she wished for was for her to please not regret what she did. Just hope that she wanted it as badly as she did and this was worth it. Brittany suddenly smiled and leaned in to kiss Santana softly and let it linger as Santana kissed right back. "You are worth risking it all," she whispers into her lips, before kissing her again and sliding back on top of her—just wanting to be as close to her as possible.