Chapter Nine: We Found Love
The weekend was eventful. Puck didn't really know how he was going to get through it. He had thought he was prepared, but then the kids got there. Puck didn't really know if Quinn was ready for this, either. She seemed to be in over her head. But it was okay, as long as she was still going to do it he was fine. He didn't want to let Rachel down. Will, Tyler, and Carolyn were all adorable. Puck didn't want to have to break up a fight. Sarah, to get out of the way, was staying at Kurt and Blaine's for the weekend. Puck was glad. He and Sarah weren't exactly getting along right now. It was nice to have a little bit of away time from her. Puck was making food for the kids. They had been hard to get to sleep the night before. It was because of the tv being in the living room. They had had a hard time getting them to stop paying attention to it. Puck whistled under his breath as he was cooking. Quinn was feeding the baby. She seemed to really like the baby. Tyler liked her too, he was giggling as Quinn bounced him on her lap.
Quinn was watching Puck cook. He was so sexy. She couldn't help but grin. Quinn played with Tyler. He was such a gorgeous baby. Quinn still couldn't believe that he was Rachel Berry's baby. He was too gorgeous. It must be Finn's influence. She wondered what her and Puck's baby would look like. She couldn't help but think about it. It was on her mind constantly. She still couldn't believe that things were working out. They had had some hard times, but now they were getting along so much better. Quinn didn't know how she could be happier. She ran her hand through her blonde hair. She really liked all of this. It felt so amazingly homey. She watched and giggled a little. He was so adorable when he thought no one was looking. It was one of the things she loved most about him. He had stopped being so mopey, too. She was glad that he was happy. He really deserved it. Quinn was determined not to hurt him anymore. She couldn't believe that she had been able to do it in the first place. It had been cruel.
Puck got the eggs on the plate. "Come on, Will, Carol." He called out to the kids. They came running in. He was glad they were so happy to be here. They were good kids. He gave Quinn a smile. She looked so beautiful holding Tyler. He couldn't help but think of her holding their own baby. He didn't know what he had done to finally get everything right, but he was going to go with it. Puck was just so happy. Even if his sister was here, with her crazy problems. He didn't know what to do to help her, and he wasn't sure that he ever would. It was just out of his realm. The kids sat down at the table, and began to eat. Puck had to go, he had a meeting for the label. Puck didn't really know if he was ready for all that. It was really starting to snowball. It was all in a good way. He gave Quinn a kiss, and grabbed his things so he could go to work. He was nervous about the meeting. He hadn't had to run one before, and it was making him super nervous. Puck was really starting to get well known now. Blaine's album was finished, and it was finally dropping. Puck had a good start on his as well.
When he got to the office, Santana was busy filling out some papers. She cast her glance up at him when he came in. "Sup, Puckerman? You ready for this meeting?" She asked. It was about Blaine's album, and he was on the way, too. Santana got up to get him a cup of coffee. She looked at him. "What's it been like, babysitting for Berry's kids?" She asked. She hadn't ever sat for them before, and neither had her wife. They were usually too busy. She was curious about what they were like. They were very quiet kids whenever Santana saw them. Her and Brittany's kids didn't really like the Hudson kids very much. They were very different. Santana's brown eyes were full of laughter. "What are they really like?" She asked, as she got out some cream and sugar for him. She knew how he liked it, but she let him make it. It was just easier. She tossed her black hair over her shoulder. She couldn't wait for this meeting.
Puck worked on mixing his coffee. He thought about how to answer her questions. "Her kids are great, Lopez. The baby is the one who really likes Quinn though." Puck took a sip of his coffee. He signed the papers she put in front of him. "You heard from Blaine this morning?" He asked. He put the papers away in the filing cabinet. He really hoped that Blaine would show up soon. Puck didn't know for sure the record guys would show up. They had said ten o'clock, but they were always a little late. Puck was usually late himself, so it wasn't so bad. He was of the mind that nothing started until he got there. Puck sat down at the desk he used in the recording studio. He had one in his office, too. He looked at Santana. "We are going to be a household name. Blaine's album is amazing." Puck said. He couldn't help but grin. "I'm so proud to actually be producing Blaine's record. He is so talented." Puck loved music, and he was really going to be glad that Blaine was on their payroll. Blaine had such a beautiful voice, and Puck was sure he'd be a household name.
Speaking of Blaine, he arrived at the label. His curls were gelled, which was surprising, because they were never gelled, and he was wearing a pair of really nice jeans and a blue dress shirt. He looked as if Kurt had dressed him. Not that that was a bad thing. Blaine didn't dress as flamboyantly as Kurt did. He tended to dress a little more mainstream. He strolled in and grabbed a cup of coffee. "I am so nervous." He said. Blaine was almost never nervous. He was also very suave and dapper. He just wasn't sure he was ready for this. Blaine got very nervous when he was under pressure. He was proud of his music, though. He thought it was going to sell a lot of records. Blaine stirred cream and sugar into his coffee. He put down the bag of bagels he had brought. "I brought some bagels." He said. He had brought cream cheese, too. He pulled out a bagel and started cream cheesing it. "Are you ready, guys?" He asked, looking at both of them, his hazel eyes wide.
Santana got out a bagel. She started cream cheesing it, too. "So, Blaine, we're ready." She said. Santana ran her hand through her long black hair. She took a bite of her bagel. "We're very ready. You're going to make us all a lot of money." She couldn't help but grin. Santana was a very materialistic woman. She couldn't help it. It was just the way she was. Santana got her own cup of coffee. She would have preferred to add some Bailey's to it. Puck didn't have any alcohol in the office. She stirred in some creamer. "You've worked so hard, and you deserve this." Santana didn't give out compliments very often, Blaine should take comfort in that. She bit into her bagel. She was already thinking about what she was going to buy her wife. Britts deserved the world. Santana wished that she could give it to her. She was a very lucky woman that Brittany had even looked at her twice. Santana had a lot of issues, and she wasn't sure that she deserved Brittany. She had always thanked her lucky stars that she had Brittany. She had never wanted anyone else. Only Brittany.
The meeting went very well. They were all happy with the terms of everything, and they ordered in some Chinese to celebrate. Puck was pretty hungry. He ordered up three kinds of chicken, rice, pork egg rolls, moo shu pork, and some lo mein noodles. He stepped outside to call Quinn and see how she was doing with the kids. Puck hoped she was handling everything okay. He really thought it was good that they were watching Rachel and Finn's kids. It was good practice. He was just sorry that he'd had this weekend meeting and hadn't been able to help her all day. He had to work the rest of the day, too. They were going to work on his album some. Puck was sure that he was going to be a big star. Puck had been working hard on his music. "Babe, how are things with the kids?" He asked when she picked up. He took a drag from his pipe, which held marijuana. He still smoked from time to time. He liked it. He usually didn't tell Quinn when he did so. She didn't approve.
Quinn was feeding the baby. Tyler was so sweet, she could hardly believe that he was Rachel's baby. Quinn wasn't sure if he was going to end up without issues, Rachel was a crazy person. She didn't know how the kids were going to end up. Quinn was letting Will and Carolyn watch some tv while she fed the baby. Quinn said, "The kids are okay. They're watching tv while I'm feeding Tyler. They'll eat when I put Tyler down for a nap." She leaned the phone on her shoulder as she fed Tyler some baby food. He had a head full of brown hair. His eyes were brown, too. Quinn thought he was adorable. She giggled a little as Tyler made a face at her. She asked, "How did your meeting go? Did you get everything settled?" Quinn asked, as she finished feeding Tyler, who was gurgling away. She put the spoon in the dishwasher, and picked up Tyler to take him into the bedroom. She put him on the bed, and he went right to sleep. Quinn said, "You are going to be amazing, Puck. I know that I don't really know how much into music you are, but I know that you'll be great."
He appreciated that she said that. Even if she was right, and she didn't really remember how much he loved music. Puck knew that she was trying to be supportive. He said, "Yeah, we got it all worked out. I'm going to work on my album. Are you sure that you're going to be okay today without me helping you?" Puck hoped that she'd be okay. She had a tendency to be a little short tempered. Puck didn't want her to end up getting that way with the kids. Puck had been on the receiving end of that temper before. He really wished that she would get her memories back. It was okay if she didn't, he supposed, because things were much better with them, but he wished that she would remember the little things about their relationship. Puck missed talking to her about the old days. They had had a lot of ups and downs, but they were doing much better. Other than this whole mess with Jesse, that was. Puck was going to hate that guy for the rest of his life.
"No, it's okay, you work. The kids are fine." Quinn replied, leaving the bedroom once she had put pillows around Tyler to keep him safe. She went back out to the kitchen. The kids were watching Netflix. She got out some mac and cheese to fix for them. She didn't cook much but she could fix that. Quinn got out a pan to full with water. "You've been working towards this and you deserve to get it." Quinn put the pan on the stove. "The kids and I are going to be just fine." She wanted him to be able to do his thing. She knew that he had worked hard to get where he was at. She hummed under her breath as she worked on cooking. Quinn didn't do that often, and she heard Puck's sharp intake of breath. He liked when she sang. He liked it a lot. Even just humming. Quinn wondered if he'd show her just how much he liked it when he got home. Quinn would like that very much. She really liked having sex with him. He knew what he was doing when it came to sex. She was getting moist just thinking about it. Quinn didn't think that she should keep thinking about it, she had to watch the kids.
When she started humming, he thought he would lose it. Puck loved her singing voice. It was silky, and sultry. Puck hadn't heard her sing in a really long time. It was nice, although his cock was going to harden if he kept thinking about it. Puck tried to force himself not to think about it. He puffed on his pipe. After he'd held it in, he said, "Okay. I'll do my best to get home as soon as I can. I am going to show you exactly how much. I appreciate you humming." Puck told her, his tone husky. Puck had worked on some songs now that he and Quinn were back on track. Puck really thought that the bad stuff was behind them. Puck could not believe that she was really pregnant with his baby. Puck wasn't sure that he would have wanted to raise Jesse's child had she still been pregnant when they put their relationship back together. Puck would never wish a miscarriage on anyone, but he was secretly glad that she wouldn't be tied to Jesse forever like that. He wanted that asshole to stay gone.
Later that evening, Puck was getting back to the apartment. He had been recording for most of the day. It had gone very well. Puck couldn't believe how well it had gone. It was late, about eight o'clock. When he got inside, he didn't see the kids. "Quinn?" He called out, as he put down the Thai food he'd picked up. He went to the fridge to get out a beer. They always had beer on hand because he drank some a lot. He liked to have one after a hard day. Quinn came out of the bedroom in a negligee. Puck looked at her, his eyebrow raised. "Where are the kids?" He asked, as he got out plates to put the food on. He wondered if Finn and Rachel had come back early or something. Puck had to admit, he wasn't going to be too upset if they had gone home. He liked the kids, but he wanted to spend time with Quinn. Puck opened his beer. Especially since she was all dolled up. They could use some time alone together. He dug into the food containers. They hadn't gotten to really spend a lot of time together lately. He'd been too busy. "How did today go?" Puck asked, spooning some food on his plate. He let his gaze roam over his wife's body.
Quinn gave him a big grin. "The kids are home. Finn and Rachel got back early, so we have some time together." Quinn took the plate that Puck offered her. She sat down at the kitchen island, and she inadvertently showed off her cleavage when she did so. Puck's eyes watched her. She just gave him a happy grin and started eating. She took the soda that he offered her. She opened it, knowing that her negligee didn't leave a thing to the imagination. Quinn couldn't help but grin as she forked up some rice. She gave him a saucy look. Quinn couldn't help but be happy. She felt like everything that had been going on lately was melting away, and it was all going to start going smoothly. Quinn didn't know if she could ever go through something like that again. Quinn gave him a grin, her hair fell over her eye, as she filled her mouth with food. Quinn knew that he wished she had her memories, but she was just happy that they were working things out.
Puck couldn't keep his eyes off her and she knew it. That made him grin. Puck ate, keeping his brown eyes on her. They had been through a lot together in the ten years they'd been together. The events of the past few months the worst of course. He glanced at the expanse of leg that he could see from underneath that scrap of barely there lace. Puck could feel his cock twitching in his pants. He didn't think he'd make it that night without having sex with her. Puck forked up some chicken. He was hungry, but he was definitely not just hungry for food. Puck watched her, she was eating with a cat caught the canary grin on her face. Puck thought that was incredibly sexy. He sipped his beer. "I'm glad that we get to have some time together." Puck said, licking the rice off his lips. It was something that Puck would always be hungry for, sex. Puck had never loved anyone like he did Quinn. Not even Santana, despite the friendship they had for each other. Puck grinned back at her. She arched her eyebrow as she leaned to get more chicken from the container. Her breasts strained at her nightie.
Quinn knew what she was doing to her husband. She was enjoying it. Flirting with him was a lot of fun. Quinn took a long drink of her soda. She folded and unfolded her legs, watching Puck's eyes go to the v her legs made when she did so. She giggled a little. Quinn filled her mouth with chicken and just gave him an innocent little smile. Quinn may not have learned much about sex and dating before she knew him, but now she had a wealth of information. Quinn didn't know how to handle Puck too much longer. He was a lot of man in the sack. Quinn was going to have to work hard to make sure that she kept up. Quinn licked her lips, watching him as she thought about what they were going to do after they got done eating. It was all she could think about. Puck knew how to please a woman. That is what she was learning about him. It wasn't such a bad thing. In fact, it was an amazing thing. Quinn hadn't ever known pleasure like this. Jesse was a boy compared to Puck.
Puck finished up his food, putting the rest away. He was going to show her who was boss. He loved her so much. More than he ever thought possible. Puck hurriedly cleaned up the dishes, so that he could show her how amazing it would be. He ran his tongue along his lips, imagining what she would taste like. Amazing, as always, but girls tasted differently depending on what they ate. Puck watched as Quinn got up off the stool at the island, giving him a wink as she waited for him. She was keeping her eye on him as he walked towards her, taking off his shirt and dropping it on the floor. His hands slowly worked on the belt on his jeans. He kept his amber eyed gaze on her the whole time, grinning widely. Puck dropped his jeans on the floor. He didn't much care for underwear, so he wasn't wearing any. Puck grinned and started across the kitchen. Quinn laughed and hurried into the bedroom, leading him to chase her. Puck laughed too, and headed after her. He got to the bedroom, and found her. She was lying naked on the bed, smiling. He crawled onto the bed, and straddled her.
When he straddled her, Quinn gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Puck's fingers caught in her sex, moving along her walls. He wanted to make sure that he was wet before he entered her. He didn't want her to be hurt. Puck wanted to make sure that she enjoyed herself, and that wouldn't happen if they rushed this. Puck kissed her, his hands going to her breasts, massaging them, his thumbs and forefingers rubbing her nipples so they hardened under his touch. Puck let his other hand go down to her sex, where he slipped down into her. He moved them in and out slowly. Quinn was turning into jelly under his touch. Puck lowered his mouth to her neck, and sucked, he knew that was the spot she liked. He grinned, his tongue licking along her neck. Puck's fingers slipped along her slick folds, and her hips arched up to meet his. Puck's thumb pressed to her clit, and she cried out loud. She was already putty in his hands.
This was what he really knew how to do. Puck was good at sex. It was the thing besides music that he knew what to do to make it mind-blowingly amazing. He parted her folds, and slowly slipped into her. She cried out again, and his hips set a fast rhythm. They would go again and again if they had to. Puck really liked having sex with her. She was moaning underneath him with reckless abandon. He could tell that she was really on fire. Puck was loving this. He lifted her, and twirled her around, so that she was riding him. Quinn grabbed hold of his shoulders, to hold on good while she worked her hips. This was the most amazing sex that they had had to date. She dug her nails into his strong shoulders, and to hold on good while she worked her hips. This was the most amazing sex that they had had to date. She dug her nails in deeper to his strong shoulders, and gasped some more as they moved. Puck let out a groan, too, reaching up and massaging her breasts. They were both panting and groaning. Quinn could feel more than just Puck inside her. She could feel memories start to flood her brain of their time spent together. Just bits and pieces, them lying on blankets in the sun, making love, it moved her.
The tears on Quinn's cheeks as they writhed together puzzled him. She was still moving but looked very upset. Puck was confused. He couldn't help but come with her still riding him. She came a bit after him, and Puck flipped them around, pushing her against the big headboard. "Babe, what's wrong?" He asked, hoping she'd tell him. Puck didn't like to think of her being upset, especially while they'd been having sex. Puck looked at her, where there were tears dripping off her cheeks, and she was shaking her head. Then she began laughing. Puck was looking at her as if she had two heads, he was so confused. He pulled out of her, and lay on the bed next to her, and took one of her hands in his. "Do you remember something?" He asked, letting a glimmer of hope shine through in his voice. He didn't really have a lot of hope. It had been awhile since she had remembered anything. He didn't really know what to think at all. It was getting a little discouraging that she didn't remember.
Wiping her eyes, Quinn nodded. "I did, I remembered some things." She said, looking at their entwined hands. She closed her eyes as she thought about them lying on the quad at college, having a picnic that Puck had fixed, it was before he had learned to cook, so it was just pre-made things that he'd heated up. Fried chicken, mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, salads, things like that. Quinn had appreciated the effort. She remembered them going to some of the dances the college had put on. The pink dress she'd worn to the very last one of their senior year, and the pink carnation he'd pinned on his tux to match her. The first fight they'd had when they'd first moved in together after college, over where they were going to put the couch. She remembered when Puck had started his record company. It wasn't everything, but it was something. She told him the flashes she'd gotten. She lifted her hazel eyes to his. She ran her hand over his shaved head, remembered when he'd had a mohawk. "I like your hair this way, but I liked the mohawk, too." She said, knowing that would shock him, because he hadn't had it that way for awhile. It had been a couple of years.
That surprised him. He looked at her, not really sure how to respond to that. He was also battling back tears, which he didn't think was a bad thing, but he didn't want Quinn to think he was sad. "That's amazing, babe." He told her, hugging her tightly. He ran his hands along her back, trying to soothe himself. He could hardly believe that Quinn had some of her own memories back. She was starting to remember stuff about their relationship. Puck leaned back to look at her when he felt stronger. "I am so glad that you're starting to have things come back." Puck really couldn't believe it. Some of what she'd told him he had completely forgotten about. It was nice remembering. He looked at her. She looked so beautiful. Puck felt his cock getting hard again. "Do you think you could go again?" He asked, glad they didn't have to use a condom, she was already pregnant. He ran his hand along her arm, and then letting it run along the tops of her breasts, causing goose pimples to show up on her flesh.
Quinn definitely felt like she could go again. She straddled him, reaching between them and stroking him, getting him to pop to attention. She grinned as she guided him into her. Quinn moved on top of him, her breasts moving. She grabbed a hold of the bed, putting her other hand on Puck's chest. She could feel herself getting wet again, really wet. She gasped, Puck's hands going on her waist. Quinn was on fire. She hadn't ever been this turned on before. She dug her nails in his chest a little, she was so turned on. Quinn leaned to kiss him, her hips moving her on his length. She was really enjoying herself. Quinn pressed a finger to her clit, and she came with a squeal. Quinn kept moving, Puck still hadn't come yet. She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. "Come on, babe." She said, as his hands grasped her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples. He let out a big groan, he was close to coming again. Quinn came again herself, her hands on Puck's chest. Her nails dug in some more, and Puck came with a feral yell. Quinn was still breathing hard, and she popped off Puck, settling in beside him.
The next couple of weeks were rough for Sarah. She was still working at the diner. She didn't have any kind of dreams like the rest of the world. She had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. Sarah wasn't allowed to have one, she thought. She had never really had one. Sarah had enjoyed staying with Kurt and Blaine, she didn't want to go back to her brother's place. She did, but it was mostly under duress. She was listless. Sarah helped with the cleaning of the apartment, cleaning up the dishes, doing laundry, dusting, stuff like that. Sarah didn't have any bills, so she was saving all her money until she could get her own place. Sarah didn't know what to do with her life. It was really weighing on her to pick something. She supposed it could be worse, she could be older than 18 and not know what she was going to do. She was only 18, it made sense that she didn't know. Sarah just knew that maybe things wouldn't be so complicated if she knew.
Sarah was in the kitchen, working on making some dinner. She wasn't sure that her brother and his wife would be there for dinner, but she was cooking anyway. She knew that Puck had called their grandmother, and she knew it hadn't gone well. There had been a lot of arguing, Sarah was upset that her grandmother still wasn't willing to accept her. It was really hard on her. She didn't know what was going to make her give in. Sarah also felt bad that she had stopped talking to Puck, too. She had told him that if he was willing to accept Sarah, then she didn't need him in her life. Sarah knew that Puck was going to hate that. She couldn't imagine their life without their nana. She had gotten them through their mother dying. It had been the worst thing that they had been through before. Sarah was putting the chicken on the stove when Quinn and Puck got home. She also had some chicken fried rice going, and there was salad with blue cheese dressing. Sarah had even made her own croutons. She hadn't made them in a long time, so that had been a lot of fun. She didn't say hi when they came in.
Puck was surprised to find Sarah cooking. Puck took off his leather jacket and hung it on the coat rack. "Sarah, you didn't have to cook." She didn't answer. "Look, I went to bat with Nana Connie for you. She's pissed at me too now. I don't know why you're so angry at me, but you really need to chill. I don't know exactly what you're going through, but I do have a friend who has. You can call her any time you need to talk." He was talking about Santana. He really thought she could help Sarah figure things out. He didn't know why she was being such a bitch. "You know that you can't go around like this, pissed at everyone constantly." Puck wasn't sure what to say. If she didn't get it, he couldn't make her get it. He went to the fridge to get a beer. He did his best to keep his temper under control. He didn't want to argue. "I don't want to argue, and I don't want you to go through anything horrible, but Sarah, you can't treat everyone like shit."
That was true. He had a point, whether she wanted to admit it or not. She just didn't know how to pen her anger in. Sarah kept her eye on the chicken. She added the rice to the boiling water. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair. She still had the blue streaks in it. She had refused to wash them out, per the request of her boss the diner. Sarah had paid a lot of money for them. She didn't want to talk about this with Santana Lopez. She knew that's who he meant. She looked at him. "I don't want to talk about this with Lopez." She said. "You forget I know her. You banged her constantly in high school." Sarah couldn't believe how much of a playboy he'd been. Sarah didn't know how she was supposed to have a good relationship with anyone, it's not like she had a good one to have as a model. She didn't know how she was going to ever get through anything. She didn't have a lot of confidence right now. "I know that you're trying to help, but I don't want your help. I don't know why you can't just let me handle this on my own." Sarah told him, a lock of brown hair falling in her eyes.
Puck cracked open his beer, rolling his eyes. "Sarah, you have to get through this. You can't just ignore it all." Puck really didn't get why she was being so stubborn about it all. He sat down at the kitchen island. He sniffed the air. "That does smell great though." Puck couldn't help it, he was hungry. He and Quinn had just gotten back from the doctor. She had been given a clean bill of health. They were all glad. Puck didn't want her to lose this baby, too. Especially since it was his. Also, that would be tough on Quinn and he hated for her to go through that. She didn't deserve that. She'd lost enough babies. Puck didn't want to lose his child and really be able to commiserate with her. Puck watched as his sister bounced about the kitchen, making dinner. She seemed to know how to get things done. Puck was proud of her. She at least had some kind of knowledge of how to survive in the world. Maybe he could worry less about her. She may have it under control.
That wasn't something that Sarah felt like answering. She just didn't know if she should. Sarah knew that her feelings mattered, and that she had to deal with them. She wasn't sure how to even start. He was right, and it was making her crazy. She ignored Quinn, who was busy taking off her own jacket, even though it was getting steadily warmer day by day. Sarah hadn't been wearing one to work. But she had also not that far to go. It was just a few minutes down the block. Sarah had even started flirting with this girl that came into the diner. She was so hot, she reminded her of Christina Aguilera when she was Dirrty. That was one of Sarah's favorite albums of all time. Sarah stirred the rice and flipped the chicken in the pan. It was all almost done. She got out a bottle of wine. She knew Quinn couldn't have any, but they'd survive. She really wished that she could get the girl to flirt back with her. She hadn't ever really thought that the girl was really gay, but she had just taken the chance. It was a gamble, but maybe you could just do it. "Yeah, I guess, Noah." She finally said.
Meanwhile, Brittany and Santana were having some alone time together. Kurt and Blaine were watching their kids. Alyssa was three, and Brandon was five. Santana had named Brandon after Brittany. Brittany had named Alyssa. Santana was lighting the candles in the bedroom. They all had different smells. She'd picked all of Britt's favorites, and it made an interesting smell. It wasn't a bad smell though. It was an actually pretty pleasant smell. Brittany would love it. Santana was dressed in a red negligee, and she had rose petals all over the floor. She just hoped that Brittany would get that it was romantic and not eat them or something. That had happened before. It was really cute, though, Santana thought that everything Brittany did was cute. She didn't know how anyone could hate Brittany or think that she was anything but cute. Santana was looking forward to their time together. It had been awhile, a long while.
The door to the apartment opened. Santana heard Brittany. "In the bedroom, babe." She called out. She finished with the last of the candles and sat on the bed, posing for Brittany. Santana smiled when Brittany came in the bedroom. "Hey, Britts." She said, giving her a sexy pout. She said, "I arranged for the kids to be babysat so we could have some time together." She got up, stepping closer to Brittany. She put her arms around her wife. "I missed you while you were gone." Brittany was a backup dancer, but she was going to be huge. Brittany had talent. She could be anything in the dance world. Santana kissed her, Santana had always been the kind of girl who looked at kissing as something that should be gotten through quickly. But kissing Brittany was amazing. It always made butterflies alight in her stomach. She pulled Brittany with her to the bed. "I hope you like my lingerie." She said, licking her lips and kissing her again. This was always amazing. She could kiss Brittany all day. Her fingers moved over Brittany's shirt and took it off. Her hands ran over Brittany's breasts.
Brittany had been surprised to find that they had some time together. She settled her hands on her wife's waist, and kissed her back. Brittany had always been proud to be with Santana. She had always been in love with her. They hadn't always had the easiest relationship, Santana had been afraid to come out at first. Brittany had never thought that Santana should hide who she was. Santana was so talented and so sexy. Brittany had always thought that she was so lucky to be with her. She had dated other people, some of them guys. But she had never thought she'd end up with anyone but Santana. She just had been waiting for the Latina to be ready to really be with her. She had been glad that everything had worked out for them. She groaned a little against Santana's mouth, and she reached around and unhooked her bra. She took it off, and tossed it in the direction of the floor. She ran her hands all along Santana's waist. It was soft as always.
They were a tangle of limbs on the bed. Brittany wrapped her legs around Santana's waist as the Latina's mouth sucked on one of her breasts. She groaned and her hand slipped under the negligee and slipped along the wetness of Santana's sex. The Latina's back arched. Brittany's head dropped back as Santana's mouth sucked, her tongue going over Brittany's nipple. That caused her to moan. It felt amazing. Her fingers ran along the walls of Santana's sex, and she felt it clench in her fingers. She slid one inside her, and Santana moaned against her chest. Brittany moved the finger inside her. She really liked the negligee that her wife was wearing. It was hot. Red was something that Santana loved to wear. She always looked so amazing in it. Brittany's hands moved across Santana's breast, caressing it through the flimsy fabric. She hadn't seen this one before, it must be new. Santana's hand was working on getting Brittany's pants off. She was enjoying what her wife was doing, and it was making it hard for her hands to work. She let out a groan, and her whole body trembled as she did so. She let out a moan.
Brittany's other hand went to her jeans, and unbuttoned them. She pushed them off her hips, along with her underwear. She pushed them to the floor. She reached into the bedside table drawer and pulled out a dildo. She turned it on, and slid it into her wife. She moved it inside her, making her arch. She moaned as Brittany moved it. Her thumb ghosted over her clit, and Santana groaned as her mouth ran over Brittany's left breast where she was licking. Her mouth closed on her nipple, catching it in her teeth, licking and biting lightly. Brittany let out her own moan. It felt so good. She moved the dildo inside Santana, her movements faltering a little. What Santana was doing felt very good. She closed her eyes as she moved the dildo inside of Santana. Her thumb pressed to her clit again, and Santana came with a squeak. She flipped them, easing the dildo out of herself, and let Brittany lick it off, smiling at her. Santana parted Brittany's legs, and ran the dildo along her sex.
Her sex clenched with desire as the dildo ran along her slick, wet folds. Her back arched, and she writhed under Santana. Santana moved it slowly, not wanting her to come too soon. She felt herself start to get wet again at the sight of her wife's naked body moving, turned on by Santana's movements. Brittany's eyes closed as Santana's other hand ran across Brittany's breast, pinching and tweaking her nipple with her fingers. Brittany's sex was drenched, she was so turned on. Santana slowly eased it into her wife, moving it very slowly. She leaned down, kissing Brittany as she moved the dildo inside, letting it do its job. It was what Brittany liked. She let her tongue dart into her mouth. Brittany's tongue met hers, and Santana's other hand moved across Brittany's stomach, caressing it. Brittany's body was writhing. She moved, her hips going up to meet Santana's. She pulled the dildo out of Brittany, and pressed it to her clit. She pulled it back, pressing it to her clit again. Brittany came with a long moan. She giggled and flipped them again, and took the dildo back. Brittany knew that her wife was wet again.
The summer began, bringing a tour for Blaine. He wasn't sure if he was really ready for it, but going he was. Kurt had helped him pack his clothes. He was going to be gone until October. Then he was off for a couple of months and then the rest of the tour was going to start. Blaine was very nervous about the whole tour. He was going to miss Kurt so much. He wished that Kurt was able to come with him, but he couldn't go because he was working on a new line of clothing. Blaine was so proud of him. He was just going to miss him while he was gone. Blaine was starting the tour in Ohio and it was going to take him all the way to Texas. Blaine and Kurt had just finished making love and they were hanging out in the bedroom. Blaine was leaving the next day. They had When Harry Met Sally on the tv. It was their favorite movie. They had strawberries and whipped cream, and Kurt was making sure that he was changing the sheets. He wanted to get the old ones in the wash, they had some semen on them.
Blaine was in his robe, trying to feed strawberries to Kurt. Kurt was shaking his head as he was putting new sheets on the bed. Blaine pouted. "Come on, Kurt, live a little." He took a bite of his strawberry. He was going to miss him so much while he was gone. He was excited about the tour though. It was going to be amazing. Blaine had worked so hard on his music. He so deserved this. This was something he'd been working towards for a very long time. He didn't know how he was going to put up with not being able to see Kurt for that long. He had been loving that their relationship was back under control. Blaine had not been able to handle not having Kurt in his life. It had been terrible. Blaine hated having to go away while things were just getting back on track. Blaine knew that he had to go, though. It was unavoidable if he still wanted to be a singer. And he did. More than anything. "Kurt, I love you so much." He said, just hoping that Kurt would listen. He had seemed distracted once they had finished making love, and Blaine wasn't really sure why. He just wanted to make sure that Kurt was okay.
"I love you, too, Blaine. But I want to get these sheets in the wash." Kurt replied. They had a washer and a dryer in their apartment, it was a very large apartment that covered two floors. Kurt was a very accomplished fashion designer. They had worked hard to get where they were. Kurt went to put the sheets in, along with some underthings to balance out the lead. Kurt added the soap, not really sure what he was going to do. Take that back, he did know. He was going to throw himself into work so he didn't have to think about Blaine being gone so long. He didn't know if they could really take the months being apart right now, but Kurt knew that they were going to have to deal. He went back to the bedroom, getting out a new pair of underwear. Kurt wore boxer briefs. He pulled them on and got out new sheets for the bed. He put them on, he had had some on and decided that he wanted different ones. Kurt got them on the bed, and looked at Blaine.
Blaine didn't notice, he was busy mouthing the words to the movie. He kept eating his strawberries. Finally, he felt his husband's eyes on him. He turned to look at Kurt, his hazel eyes wide. "Are you okay, babe?" He asked, wondering what was up. Blaine crawled back on the bed, it was late and they'd need sleep. He just was glad that Kurt as done fussing. He settled under the covers naked and patted the bed. "Come on." He said, and turned his attention back to the movie. He felt his husband climb onto the bed, and he hoped that things were okay. Blaine was in a very good mood, and he didn't want to argue or deal with any drama. They were back on track. Things were good. They had agreed to compromise on the kid thing, and there had been no more fighting. That was a good thing. Blaine couldn't handle anything else being wrong. They had almost broken up, and he didn't want to lose Kurt. "Are you about to drop a huge bomb on me?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the television screen. Blaine couldn't look at him, in case it was bad news. Bad news was not acceptable. He let out a breath.
Kurt shook his head. "I am not dropping a bomb on you." Kurt said, letting out a breath. "I just, I don't know how we're going to get through your tour. I am going to miss you so much. I don't have the time to go with you. I wish that I did. But I can't. I just… I can't help but be worried." Kurt grabbed his hand and held onto it tightly. He hated not knowing what was going on. He liked to know. He liked to plan things. He let out another breath. Kurt didn't know if he sounded crazy or not. He knew that Blaine had to go. He knew that it wasn't going to be for that long. He knew all of that. This was just something that he couldn't let go right now. He wished that he could. He wanted to be able to not freak out so much. He loved Blaine more than he had loved anyone in his life. Kurt had had boyfriends before. Not as many as some people, maybe, but he had just thought that he was in love with them. Kurt knew what love was. It was how he felt about Blaine. It ruled his whole world. Blaine was the one.
That made Blaine finally look at Kurt. "I know… I'm worried too. I really am. But we can do this, Kurt. It's not like it was before. We're together. We're committed. I love you more than anything in this world. We will Skype, call each other, whatever we have to do. I am still going to love you no matter what. You are what I want. I want a life with you. We will have that. Whether I like being apart from you or not, I have to go on this tour. I love performing. It is all I want besides you." Blaine said. He kissed Kurt deeply. "We will be okay. I promise. I love you so much. I just wish you could come with me." Blaine said, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist. He held him close. "We will make it. We really will. I love you." He picked up a strawberry and dipped it in whipped cream, holding it up to Kurt's lips. They could do this, he was certain. They had had a hard road, and he didn't want to have a hard one anymore. It was going to fix itself.
Author's note: Will have more asap! Hope ya'll like. Thoughts? Comments? Love to hear them!
