I know it's been all day and you're like, wtf, where my GP at? Me too, but here's why... this chapter was oringinally half the size but then I wanted to add to it... and well, let's just say I couldn't stop but something tells me you won't mind at all.

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Santana walks into Brittany's room, not even bothering to knock and she shuffles her feet across the girl's carpet before flopping herself down onto the bed. Brittany looks over at her from her spot in front of her mirror, clad in only her bra and panties and chuckles at the mopey face her friend has on.

"What's wrong with you?" She asks, bringing her hands back behind her head to pull her hair up into a ponytail.

"I was just at Quinn's." Santana sighs out and Brittany can tell there is way more to this story and she for one knows it's going to be good. "Before you say anything, yes, she kicked me out but it's not my fault." She defends, sitting up abruptly from the bed and quickly and not so subtlely takes in her friends 'wardrobe' before averting her eyes to the ceiling. Brittany takes notice of this and moves to her dresser to grab a long t-shirt before kneeling onto the bed beside her.

"Okay, tell Britt-Britt what happened." Brittany says soothingly offering her a soft smile. Santana's lips twist and she rolls onto her side to look up at the blonde.

"So we're making out in her room, totally hot." Her eyebrows raise and Brittany nods for her to go on. "Her parents aren't home so I'm all like, yes I can gets my mack on. It started getting pretty hot and heavy and she was grinding on me and I was so hard that I'm pretty sure my legs went numb for a bit." Brittany giggles and slaps her friend's hand. "Long story short,"

"Thank God."

"Shut up." Santana sticks her tongue out. "So anyway, long story short I went to slip my hand into her pants and she stops me and tells me she has her period." Brittany's eyebrows furrow and she tilts her head and looks around Santana before resting on her eyes again.

"Okay…" The blonde drawls out seemingly confused. "So she kicked you out because she has her period?" She asks thinking she has come to the end of the story.

"What? No." Santana is quick to respond.

"So wait, what's the problem?" Her shoulders slump when she realizes she can't figure out this puzzle.

"She said I couldn't… that we weren't gonna, ya know, get it on because she has her period." Brittany nods, obviously understanding where the other blonde is coming from. Santana looks away and chews on her lower lip which tells Brittany one thing, Santana said something stupid or did something stupid or both.

"What did you do?" The blonde inquires accusingly.

"Ugh!" Santana groans, kicks her feet and slams her arms into the bed. "I said that it was fine and that she could just…" She trails off making it hard for Brittany to hear the last part of it and when she finds her friend staring at her expectantly she rolls her eyes. "I said she could just give me a blow job." Brittany's jaw drops and hits her friend on the top of the head. "Ouch!"

"You did not?" Brittany asks in shock, not at all expecting that to come out of her friend's mouth.

"I'm here and not there, aren't I?" The Latina grumbles throwing her arms over her eyes and whines.

"Why would you…? How could…?" The blonde shakes her head in disbelief, at a complete loss for words and then can't help herself from laughing and laughing hard. "You are such an ass!" She smacks Santana's arm causing her to yelp in faux pain once again and the Latina throws her hand out hitting the blonde in the leg.

"You're not helping." Santana complains, removing her arm from her face and glancing up at her best friend and she pouts.

"Well, did you apologize?" Brittany inquires, adjusting her t-shirt to pull it further down to cover her legs up more when she catches Santana looking up her shirt but it goes unnoticed by the dark haired girl that she has been caught.

"Of course I apologized, not that I'm sure she heard me due to the fact that she was yelling like a mad woman." Santana informs her friend as she turns on her side and starts picking at Brittany's comforter. "And then she slapped me a few times when I tried to touch her and… well now I'm here." She shrugs her shoulders and lets out a sigh as she continues to twist a string around her finger.

"You can't blame her Santana. You know how grouchy I get when I have my period." Brittany reminds her leaning her elbow onto her knee and her chin onto her fist.

"But you never yell at me or strike me." Santana declares in frustration.

"Maybe that's because you've never said, 'hey Britts I know you've got cramps and are moody but you could totally suck my dick'." Brittany mocks her doing her best Santana impression and the two girl's laugh at this, the blonde receiving a playful slap on the leg from the dark haired girl lying down in front of her.

"Would you?" The Latina jokes, quirks an eyebrow and pretends to seductively walk her fingers up the blonde's leg before they get swat away.

"I would slap you silly too if I were her." The laughter subsides and Santana lets her friend's words sink in and she nods, humming out in understanding.

"Just for the record," She begins and lets out a deep sigh. "I've never said, 'you could totally suck my dick'. Just so we're, ya know, clear." Brittany's eyebrows raise and she regards her friend in a sort of disappointment.

"Shame, that'd be hot." She jerks her head away to glance towards the window when she hears the doors to a car open and shut while Santana watches her with intense curiosity. "You staying over?" Brittany wonders, looking back from the window a small hopeful smile playing on her lips. Santana thinks it over but declines.

"Nah." She sighs and pushes up from her spot on the bed and smoothing out her pants. "I should probably head back to Quinn's," Her eyes flicker down to the blonde's exposed legs without even realizing it causing Brittany to shift under her gaze. "Grovel some more, bring her flowers or some shit." They smile at one another and then Santana turns to head for the door.

"Candy!" Brittany shouts just as Santana pulls the door open, she looks over her shoulder confused. "You should bring her candy. Chocolate and something fruity, like Skittles or something, Twizzlers maybe. I like chocolate and then something like that when I have my period. I guarantee she forgives you after that." Santana grins gratefully and nods her thank you.

When the door closes and Brittany is left all alone her mind goes over the conversation she had just had with her best friend and can't help but take notice to the odd feeling deep in her gut. She looks down at her bare thighs to see that her shirt has once again risen and she recalls the random here and there glances she caught Santana giving them while she was here. She tries not to give it much thought and shakes it off as hormones and nothing more. Her cell phone on her night stand goes off and she throws herself across the bed to retrieve it and immediately opens up to a text message from Santana.

Thnx babe, ur a life saver. I see n ice cream cone in ur future ;)

Brittany can't help it in fact, she doesn't even really try to. But before she realizes it she is smiling, grinning like a Cheshire cat and her ears fall deaf to the pleasant sigh that escapes her lips as she reads the text over a few times.

With a plastic bag full of goods Santana cautiously makes her way up the steps of the Fabray household. And even though Brittany has never steered her wrong with the ladies or in life so far, she can't help but feel nervous as she lifts her finger to press the doorbell. She hears some movement on the other side and she shifts from side to side as she waits for her blonde girlfriend to open the door. A smile comes to her face, a tentative and semi forced smile, as the door opens revealing Quinn on the other side.

"Hey baby, listen about before…" Without even finishing her opening line the door slams in her face leaving her with the image of Quinn's very unimpressed glare. Wide eyed and thrown off she steps back once to regain her composure and clears her throat before taking to knocking on the door.

"What do you want Santana?" Quinn hisses as she yanks the door open once again, crosses her arms over her chest and cocks a hip to the side. For a moment she's stunned but quickly shakes it away and shoves the bag forward hoping to use it as a shield if the blonde decides to start going all Fight Club on her ass again.

"Here I got you a few things to show you how truly, truly sorry I am about earlier." The bag hangs from her fingers, dangling out to the girl in front of her as a peace offering and she uses her smoothest tone possible. Quinn quickly swipes the bag from her, leans against the door frame and rummages through the bag of goodies. "I got you a Snickers bar, King size." She winks when Quinn looks up at her. "Peanut Butter Cups in case you were in the mood for peanut butter, Twizzler Nibs because I know you love those when we go to the movies, a small bag of gummie worms even though you don't like them you always tell me you wish you did." She smiles caringly at her girlfriend when she notices a grin coming her way. "I got you those stick on heating pad things for menstu… mentstra… cramps." She coughs out because she can't pronounce the word which gets a giggle from the blonde. "Tampons, and I got the ones you like too, I've seen them in your purse. And…" She reaches in but doesn't pull out the small package, just enough for Quinn to see it. "Pads, I know Brittany uses them sometimes because she says her cramps get so bad it hurts to stick a tampon… well, you know." She shrugs uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact briefly. "Also," She reaches her hand into her purse which is hanging from her shoulder and pulls out two DVD boxes. "I brought The Notebook and Titanic." She wriggles her eyebrows. "So we can get our cuddle on." Quinn looks up at her, quirked eyebrow and all. "Just cuddle I swear." A few moments go by with Quinn eyeing the bag and then the Latina until she bites her lower lip to keep herself from smiling too wide.

"You're one of a kind Santana Lopez." She steps aside and motions for Santana to come into her home.

"But… I'm yours?" The dark haired girl spins around with a cheeky smile getting her girlfriend to laugh at her, shaking her head as she shuts the door.

"Don't push it." The blonde brushes past the shorter girl, bringing the bag-o-treats with her into the living room where she has spent a majority of the day. "Come on before I change my mind." She calls out behind her prompting the Latina to book it double time to catch up to her.

Quinn dives right into the Peanut Butter Cups, tearing the package open and settles the bag of Twizzler Nibs onto her lap. She points towards The Notebook when Santana holds up both movies so the blonde can decide which one they will watch. With a nod she turns towards the Fabray's impressive entertainment center and sets them up for a hopefully calm evening of junk food and romantic movies.

Fifteen minutes into the film Quinn shuffles her body over and leans into Santana, resting her head against the dark haired girls. Relieved that the blonde has forgiven her for her actions earlier, Santana grins and lifts her arm bringing it around Quinn's shoulder and pulling her a little closer. She's offered a bite of candy when a hand comes in her view holding out the candy.

"I'm sorry I slapped you." Quinn murmurs, watching Santana take a small bite out of her Snicker's bar and the Latina pulls her head back, cautious about the mood change and tries to read the blonde's expression.

"Its fine Q, I totally deserved it." She reasons and she feels her girlfriend shrug against her and move a little more into her, shaking her head in the process.

"Maybe…" The blonde sighs out getting a strange amused smirk out of the shorter girl but she doesn't see it. "But, I'm sorry." Thoroughly confused and ill prepared for a response to this strange and apologetic, moody Quinn Fabray, Santana says the only thing she can think of.

"It's okay." She figures the less she says the worse she can fuck up.

"This movies so sad." Quinn comments and Santana can tell by the sound of her voice that she is already tearing up, seeing as she already knows the ending because they've watched this movie about a million times. Admittedly, Santana remembers the first time she watched this flick, she balled her eyes out. She and Brittany were complete messes when the last scene came on and there were tissues everywhere. "Don't you think so S?"

"Yeah, I mean, especially the chicks mom." Santana replies. "The way she tries to keep them apart, it's rough."

"I know," She croaks, turning her head ever so slightly to place a small kiss into Santana's arm. "They're obviously soul mates." The blonde says over the music playing on screen. "Meant to be." Her voice is airy, like a whisper but not quite. Santana takes her words in, the way they catch her off guard and travel deep down and she wonders about it for a moment before breathing out, 'yeah'.

By the second movie the living room has become a different place all together. Packages and wrappers are strewn about the coffee table and the floor which is accompanied by a few pillows and a shirt. Rose and Jack are currently being ignored and the voyage of the Titanic has taken a backseat of interest to the couple who are making out heavily on the couch.

A topless Santana is straddling Quinn who is greedily groping her girlfriend through her bra, her hips moving with a mind of their own. Santana's not one to complain but this is almost torturous for her seeing as she feels like she can only half enjoy herself. In the back of her mind as her girlfriend's lips leave hers and trail a line of fire with her tongue down her neck to her chest she can't help but think about how her left hand is going to be her best friend tonight.

Then, accidentally of course, her thoughts go to that of her actual real life best friend. Her toned legs under that t-shirt when she was there earlier getting advice about Quinn. Her eyes shut tightly as she pictures the tiny glances she caught and how long those legs are, they seriously go on forever. A groan escapes her mouth as she grinds down into Quinn who smiles against her skin and slowly kisses her way back up to Santana's lips.

She thanks her pal for helping her out, she's so useful when it comes to her girl problems, always willing to share her all knowing knowledge. Her jeans are starting to feel tighter and tighter by the second and she grinds down once again, a little harder and longer and a strangled moan tumbles over her lips into Quinn's mouth.

"You're so hot when you make noise baby." Quinn speaks onto her lips and she feels her cheeks burn. She opens her eyes instantly connecting with hazel ones and she smirks.

"You like that?" She nips at the blonde lower lip getting a giggle in response as Quinn playfully pulls away. Just as she is about to drag her girl into a seriously drawn out kiss they jump at the sound of two car doors opening and shutting, their eyes as wide as saucers.

"Put your shirt back on." Quinn all but tosses Santana off of her and reaches down for her shirt as well as the pillows they had banished to the floor.

The Latina groans as she sits back onto the couch, pulls her shirt over her head and brings her hands down to adjust herself. Sitting around in jeans with a hard on is no way to go through life, especially when your girlfriend's parents are going to come in and smile and talk and ask questions.

"Stop touching yourself or they'll think we've been going at it." Quinn bats her hands away while the dark haired girl grunts.

"We have been going at it." She receives another smack just before the door opens.

Mr. and Mrs. Fabray are all smiles as they waltz into the house greeting the girls both with chipper attitudes which tells Santana that they were probably getting it on somewhere unbeknownst to their daughter. This thought makes her grin from ear to ear as she says her 'hello's' to Quinn's mother and father.

"How was your day?" Quinn asks her parents, turning around in her spot and leaning on the back of the couch.

"Oh, lovely dear. Do you have any chapstick? My lips are on fire." Mrs. Fabray wonders out loud already making her way towards the table set up beside the coat closet by the front door where she'd spotted a purse. Santana inwardly gags because if her intuition is right about what the Fabray's were up to on their 'day trip' she will not be allowing Quinn to use that chapstick after her mother uses it.

"Yeah, it's in my purse." The blonde tells her mother and she snaps her head towards Santana when the girl slaps her arm to get her attention. "What?" She hisses out in a whisper.

"I swear, I usually keep some in my bag. I tried the glove compartment but it always seems to melt." Judy continues to talk to the girls while Santana and her daughter ignore her seeing as the Latina is making faces at her girlfriend. "And then I…" Her voice trails off and only after a few moments of realizing how silent the room has become do the girls look up.

"Mom?" Quinn speaks out in a curious tone, her mother is standing, back facing them and she is stock still. "Did you find it?" The woman slowly turns around both girls taking notice to the hand she has lifted in the air and spot something square between her fingers.

"Quinn?" Judy's voice is nervous, slightly angry and kind of out there, Santana can't quite read her.

But as the woman begins to walk closer towards them and more into the light they can clearly see what is in Judy Fabray's hands. Quinn's eyes go wide as she stares at her mother's hand while Santana's eyes shoot back to the table to see that the bag that Mrs. Fabray had been rummaging through had actually been hers.

"Umm, I…" Quinn stammers, words clearly not being her friend right now or a simple thought for that matter. Santana eyes her girlfriend trying to read her mind to help her but the only thing she can even think of that resembles anything close to help is the truth.

"Ju… Mrs. Fabray," She clears her voice taking note of the look the older woman shoots her when she begins to use her first name, obviously this is not the time for informalities. "You must have accidentally went through my bag." She shrugs but her honesty only rewards her with a pinch on her thigh. "Ouch." She jumps and shoots Quinn a glare.

"That is so not helping." The blonde yells in a whisper before turning her attention back to her very and too silent mother who tilts her head, flicks her wrist and what comes undone is a long roll of condoms. "What did you do rob a convenience store?" Quinn hisses with irritation and more embarrassment than she can even remember. Santana shrugs not really understanding the problem with her being prepared and considerate.

"I think it's time for you to go home now Santana." Mrs. Fabray nods in her direction, offers a smile but guarded smile and before she turns around to leave the girls to say their goodnight she hands the Latina her prophylactics.

"Right." Santana mumbles under her breath as she watches the older Fabray woman retreat into the kitchen probably to inform her husband of her findings and the girl is not about to test her limits. "I guess I should bounce before your dad tries to show me his gun collection huh?" She jokes and Quinn lets out a long breath she had been holding on to.

Quinn walks her girlfriend to the door and thanks her again for coming back over and apologizing and for the candy and movies. They kiss sweetly at the front door for a little while but it doesn't last as long as usual nights due to the situation going on and they pull apart.

"Call me later?" Santana asks as she starts heading down the walk way.

"Absolutely." Quinn waves and smiles back at her before closing her front door.

When Santana gets home she rolls her eyes at the memory of the look on Judy Fabray's face while she held the condoms in her hand, like they were poison. All she knows is that she and Quinn are having sex and she is not about to have a little Quinntana running around.

As she unbuttons her jeans to get ready for bed she is only reminded of how sexually frustrating the day has been for her. Twice she's been left so hard without any kind of release. But, so it seems, her left hand is feeling willing to help her out. She glances around her room and contemplates grabbing her lap top and taking a spot on her bed, getting comfy and letting one of her bookmarked sites get her going.

Or maybe the magazines under her bed, or maybe one those movies she stole from the store that time that she has hidden up on the shelf in her closet. But none of those are close to the real thing. The real thing is ten minutes away and probably getting lectured about the birds and the bees and is being forced to say twelve 'Hail Mary's' and seventeen thousand 'Our Father's'.

She smirks when a thought crosses her mind and without wasting a second she grabs her cell phone from her bed and slides to her photos. She giggles with delight seeing that Quinn has yet to find out that she still has all of those naked and naughty photos she had text messaged her. Santana knocks a few things off of her bed, glances at the door to ensure it's locked and then shimmies out of her underwear. A sigh escapes her lips as she frees her semi erect cock from its confines and reaches into her nightstand for some lotion, squeezing some liberally into the palm of her left hand.

Getting situated she grips herself gently but firmly and stares at the picture of Quinn in her red lace bra and matching panties. Her beginning strokes are slow as she takes in the sight of the blonde girl letting her eyes cover every inch of bare skin visible in the photo as well as the way her breasts look in that bra. She swipes her thumb across the screen to go to the next photo of Quinn topless but with her panties still on causing her hand to move a little faster, coming up and around the head.

"Mmm." She hums out with a smile, imaging her girlfriend's hand instead of her own.

Never being known for her patience she quickly slides through a few other pictures until landing on the one she's been waiting for. It's actually one that Santana had taken herself and the girl's hands were lost in her own blonde locks, her face sending the camera a seductive stare and her breasts pushed together by her forearms and elbows. There is no denying that the Latina has a smoking hot girlfriend and all she can think about is having that girl above her, beneath her, whatever, right at this moment.

Her head falls back against the headboard as her speed picks up and her grip tightens, she can feel the buildup in her lower gut. But when she brings her head back down to the image on her phone she realizes that she has accidentally swiped her thumb across and is no longer looking at Quinn's sexy face, her perky tits and the way her lips pout. No, instead she is staring at a picture of Brittany and Quinn sitting on the steps of the Pierce home.

Her eyes immediately take notice of her best friend's legs, she'd been wearing shorts that day, really short, shorts. Her initial reaction to quickly swipe back has left the building and instead she is enlarging the image almost cutting Quinn out entirely. For a moment she feels guilty for what she is doing and taps the screen twice to bring it back to normal size and has all intentions of going back to that hot picture of Quinn but instead she comes.

"Ungh!" She groans, trying her best to keep it down, last thing she needs in this moment is for her mother to come knocking on the door to check on her because she heard a strange noise.

The phone, which had been discarded since blast off sits beside her as she cleans herself up wiping her hands off on something she found on the floor by her bed. She pulls her underwear off and gets up from bed to retrieve some sweatpants or shorts for bed and when she returns she finds she has a new message, from Quinn.

Thanks for taking care of me tonite baby. I promise ill make it up to u ;)

A pang of guilt courses through her chest and she suddenly feels ashamed for what she has just done. She literally just jacked off to a picture of her best friend and the worst part is that she was fully clothed and sitting next to Quinn. But, she shakes it off because no one will ever know, so it's really not that big of a deal. Besides, Brittany and she had come to an agreement that 'no touching equals no cheating' so she feels pretty secure with her recent activities. And that thought is what prompts the next one swimming through her brain.

Santana and Brittany have shared everything throughout the entirety of their friendship. From stories about first crushes, how bad their first kiss was to how Santana still got afraid of the dark and sometimes had to plug in her night light. Nothing was a no touch subject, sharing sex stories and tricks of the trade is just another day in the life of their relationship.

Maybe it's her raging hormones that make her do it, maybe it's the fact that she's first handedly, no pun intended, actually seen Brittany get herself off from a far and it could also, just slightly have to do with the fact that the event that took place a few weeks ago is still burned into her brain. She's tried to forget it and not even let her thoughts fly there but it's kind of hard to when one is a teenager and everything from ice cream to Disney movies makes them think of sex and absolutely everything that falls under that category.

So, with that in mind and the fact that Brittany is always almost up for anything she sends the blonde a quick text. Maybe it's selfish and maybe in a way she and Brittany would be using one another but she can't help but remember those words her best friend spoke at Puck's party, 'just think of it as free live porn'. But the fact of the matter is, with Quinn out of commission due to her female problems and all of the dry humping and grinding she knows the only way she'll survive the week is if she gets a little help from her friend.

Ive got an idea for our 'lessons' and it totally obeys the new rules. Ill tell u the rest 2morro.

With the text sent she places her phone beside her bed and wonders if she just made a horrible decision and even worse, perhaps a horrible suggestion. If Quinn found out what they actually did during their 'talks' there's no doubt in her mind that she'd dump Santana's ass. But, the Latina reasons, keeping Brittany's words flashing in the back of her mind, it'll just be like watching porn so what's the difference?

Santana shows up promptly at 3:30pm to Brittany's house just as planned. Brittany's parents were off at some antique place out west so the blonde has the house to herself, thankfully Brittany's older sister is away at college so there will be no one to have to worry about. She'd dropped Quinn off after school and luckily the blonde didn't ask her to stay over because then she would have felt guilty about ditching her, especially the reason why.

Brittany greets her as she would any other time and they head up to her room as though it is any other day. Santana feels slightly nervous, wondering again if she's making good choices or she's leading with the wrong head as she tends to do, especially around blonde girls but when Brittany looks over her shoulder and smiles she feels a little better.

They awkwardly stand in Brittany's bedroom, not really talking and shyly glancing at one another. She offers Santana a drink but it is declined politely leaving them with only more strange silence. Brittany giggles and tells the other girl they are being silly and that this shouldn't be a big deal. She feels put at ease and chuckles lightly with the blonde nodding her head in agreement.

"Okay, well… why don't we… um get started?" Brittany asks with uncertainty and Santana puffs out her cheeks not sure if words will work for her today as she starts to walk towards the door.

"I think… I'll go to the bathroom to like… 'get ready'?" She tells the blonde who shrugs her shoulders and watches the Latina exit leaving her alone in her room with so many thoughts buzzing through her head.

Was she really about to do this? Did this go against their rules? She's pretty positive that this is so far beyond their rules that there would not even be a reason for it to be in the book? Is there a book? She thinks off topic for a moment only to shake her head and let a long sigh as she walks over towards her bed.

Carefully and slowly she lifts her shirt over her head and neatly folds it placing it on top of her comforter. Her hands go around her to the back to unhook her bra which she rests onto her folded shirt. The Cheerio's shorts she has on are the next to come and to make things easier on herself she hooks her thumbs into her thong to just pull that down right along with her shorts. She stands there staring at her folded clothes and contemplates the possible repercussions.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't care about them, what can happen that is, because she does. She likes Quinn. Quinn and Brittany have been cheerleading together since the fifth grade and have been friends in just the same amount of time. She'd never want to do anything to hurt her but then again Santana is her best friend. The kind of best friend that you would call if you needed help carrying the body of the person you'd just killed.

But, somewhere deep down she couldn't quite place was a feeling. This excited feeling she is getting of what is about to happen. She's turned on that Santana had even proposed such an idea. She loves the fact that she and Santana are two people who are so sure of themselves sexually that they could do this and know it will not damage their friendship. If anything, she says to herself, 'this will only make us stronger'. So with a shrug of her shoulders and a smirk of confidence she picks up her folded clothes, carries them over to her dresser where she places them.

And this confident feeling floods her body and she is cool, calm and collected… until Santana walks into the room. That's when her mind goes blank and everything she had just told herself and thought to herself evaporates and she's back at square one.

Brittany sits at the top of the bed shifting around nervously trying to get comfortable and more so, trying not to pay too much attention to the fact that she is completely naked. But even more than that, she's trying not to pay too much attention to what she is about to do for fear that she may chicken out and she doesn't want to.

Her eyes stay on her thighs, which she has pressed together, for a few moments until she hears the noise of the computer chair being dragged across the floor and come to a stop. Slowly she lifts her gaze towards the end of the bed to find Santana who tentatively takes a seat on the chair and who is equally and very much naked.

The Latina's hands are covering her package and she sucks in her upper lip and nervously looks up to meet Brittany's blue eyes. The blonde is chewing on her bottom lip and swallows hard before deciding on offering a small smile to the girl sitting a few feet away from her.

"Is this weird?" Santana breaks the silence. "Because we can totally stop if you think it's weird." She blurts out into one jumble of a sentence and she's already making moves in her seat as though she is about to get up and put an end to something they have barely even started. But instead of verbalizing, instead of saying something or even moving from the bed Brittany simply smiles wider and brighter and shakes her head. This seems to put Santana at ease, a bit anyhow and she settles back into the chair comfortably. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Brittany's voice is so soft and kind. Santana nods, half smiles and she removes one of her hands from covering herself and her eyes flicker down to the spot she can barely see between the blonde's legs. "How do you want to…" She's about to ask but Santana jumps in.

"I like your boobs." She announces, looking between blue eyes and perky breasts and Brittany can't help but giggle at the proclamation. "I mean, cause like… they're nice." Her eyebrows furrow at her own statement and she wonders where the hell she learned to speak.

"I like yours too Santana." Brittany giggles some more, letting her eyes trail down the other girls chest and then a bit further to where Santana's hand is still covering her member. Realizing she's been staring for longer than intended she quickly averts her eyes to desk, now void of a chair. "Are you…?" Her question trails off as she looks back at Santana, glancing briefly to her cupped cock.

"Yeah." Santana immediately responds figuring out that Brittany is asking if she is getting hard. "Yes." She answers again more clearly and with a few nods but then tilts her head and quirks an eyebrow. "Are you, like, uh…" Her lower lip twitches, not quite sure how to ask a girl if they're wet without sound crude. Brittany looks back down at her thighs that are still clenched together.

"I'm not sure." She says with slight uncertainty but more or less she's just nervous.

"Well do you feel like… like you wanna, you know," Santana stammers as per usual and motions with her free hand towards Brittany. "Touch yourse… I mean, or someone to…" She grumbles at her inability to be eloquent but appreciates the fact that the blonde seems to be putting some thought into her non-question. Brittany bites her lower lip and lifts her gaze to meet Santana's and sheepishly nods. "Okay," Santana starts to move her hand. "Do you want me to start?" Brittany nods again, her cheeks turning a light tint of pink.

"Wait!" The blonde all but yells catching the dark haired girl off guard and goes to cover herself some more once again. She looks up to find Brittany move towards her side table, open the drawer, pull something out and then crawl to the foot of the bed to hand Santana something. "I got this for you." She tells her and Santana looks at the small bottle of lube in her hand, reading the label to herself. "Okay, I stole it. But it's still for you." Brittany smiles cheekily and taps Santana's thigh quickly before moving herself back to her previous position.

"I thought you said no touching." She obnoxiously reminds the blonde of her earlier instructions but the girl simply shrugs and smiles.

"I wanted to." All Santana can do is nod and pick up the bottle of lube she had dropped into her lap. "And I'm pretty sure you know what I meant by no touching." Brittany comments, pointing her finger towards Santana's erection that she has removed her hand from.

It's like all the noise in the world has been sucked out, it's dead quiet and all they can focus on is that they are both naked, in front of one another. Santana's eyes scan Brittany's body, the blonde's neck and throat which moves a little as she swallows, then her shoulders, her chest, her bare and perky breasts, her stomach and her legs and then she meets those blue eyes once again.

They smile back at one another, two sets of lips quivering with curiosity and bashfulness. But it slowly begins to melt away when Santana sees Brittany open her legs to reveal herself to Santana for the very first time since… ever. The Latina's eyebrows rise but not in surprise or shock but in awe and arousal and she feels herself growing in her hand some more.

"You shaved?" Santana asks, her voice cracks and her lips have the faintest smile of approval on them. Brittany chuckles once and shakes her head.

"Seriously Santana?" She counters quickly. "That's the question you ask me?" Santana looks back into her eyes and rolls her own at herself and shrugs her shoulders.

"Yeah, not hot huh?" Brittany shakes her head to confirm the statement.

"You know what is hot though?" The blonde quirks an eyebrow and sends the Latina a smile that could seduce a priest. "Your cock." The words pour out of her mouth and off of her tongue like velvet and Santana's breathe hitches in the back of her throat and her hand grips her member firmly, wanting it to be rock hard before she fully reveals it.

She licks her lips as she watches Brittany bring a hand to her own neck and slowly run a path with it down between her breasts. Blue eyes stay stuck on brown but Brittany huffs, dropping her hand in the process and gives her best friend a pointed look.

"Santana," She whines. "Are you just gonna sit there holding yourself or are we gonna do this?" The blonde complains loudly at the girl who has remained still since she sat down.

"Of course we're gonna do this." Santana tells her.

"Well, if we're playing 'live porn' then you gotta participate." Brittany explains. "I mean, unless you don't… I mean do you not want to talk during or something?" She tilts her head to the side wondering if the Latina had intended for this event to be like one of those silent films her grandma is always trying to get her to watch.

"No." Santana finally croaks out, shaking her head and moving her hand over her dick. "I mean… no, we can talk… I guess." She blinks a few times, trying her best to wipe away the blank look of lust and sex from her face. "Like dirty talk?" Her voice goes a little higher with this question and Brittany blushes while she bites her lower lip and nods. "Umm, I don't think… I'm embarrassed Britt." Santana looks to the side, a small child like smirk gracing her lips.

"Well," Brittany drawls out, her eyes flicker from Santana's face to her hand that is still cupping her member as though it were her life source. "Why don't you tell me what you want me to do… or want to do to me?" She suggests and the Latina's head whips around so fast she's sure she is going to have whiplash. "I mean, not me obviously." She corrects, glancing down to her hands briefly.

"Oh, yeah… okay." Santana stammers and reaches her free hand to grab the bottle of lube she had placed at her feet, Brittany watches her every move. "Well… why don't you… I can't, can you start?"

"First and foremost Miss Lopez," Brittany winks using her best sultry voice. "I want you to show me your package." She points her finger towards the Latina's hand which is still hiding herself away, for the most part anyhow. Santana points to herself, with the lube clutched in her hand and chuckles deeply.

"This? You wanna see?" She teases and the blonde nods her head and watches as Santana removes her hand to show off her semi erect cock. When she looks up she notices Brittany's expression has changed. Her jaw is slightly agape, her eyes are wide and her chest is moving up and down faster.

"Wow." Brittany breathes out.

"Yeah, I know." Santana replies in that cocky way of hers. "And I ain't even fully hard." She comments with a cheeky grin.

"Oh, umm… now," Brittany tries to collect herself again. "Make you're dick hard for me Santana." She demands, shutting her legs a little but sliding her hand just between them while she watches the Latina heed her instructions.

Santana takes the lube and opens it and squirts it directly onto her penis using her other hand to spread it up and down her shaft. As she flips the cap closed, drops the bottle to the ground and slowly moves her hand up and down she glances up to the top of the bed at the blonde. Brittany is biting on her lower lip, her thighs are squeezing in slightly and then moving out all the while her hand sits between her legs.

"Spread your legs." Santana tells her in a low voice and at first Brittany is taken aback by this but then she realizes how hot that sounds coming from the girl in front of her. Santana's eyes dart right down to Brittany's glistening core, her hand moving up and around the tip of her cock.

"Would it turn you on if I fingered myself?" She blonde inquires, obviously already knowing the answer, but this dialogue is seriously making her hot. Santana bites her lower lip, nods and leans back a little more in her chair into a more comfortable position and brings her free hand to her chest.

Brittany trails her fingers down her torso again, a little teasing before the pleasing, and once she reaches her centre and glides her middle finger up and down her opening. She winces but not in pain, just that simple graze of her finger only tells her how extremely aroused she is right now and if she was alone she would not be into all of this foreplay.

"God, I'm so wet." She announces in a soft whisper causing Santana to let out a high pitched moan as she squeezes er breasts and strokes a little faster. She dips the tip of her finger in to her core till it's covered in her juices and then brings her finger up to her lips slipping it onto her tongue to taste herself. "Mmm."

"Fuck. Me." Santana grunts getting a smirk from the blonde.

"No touching." Brittany reminds her playfully.

"I know, I know." Santana answers breathlessly and with frustration. "Just… uh… if we were touching… what would you do to me?" She asks frantically, needing some release and knew this was going to last a while she might as well make the most out of it. Brittany nervously looks at her hand she has brought between her legs and shifts herself a little lower giving Santana a better view at the same time.

"I'd take your cock," She begins, her eyes locking in on Santana's member. "And I'd lick up and down the entire length. It's so big so I'd take my time." She slowly explains, her voice so husky with want and need as her fingers start to move and rub against her slickness.

"Ungh."

"I'd swirl my tongue at the tip… I know you like that spot and I'd suck softly on it until you were practically coming in my mouth." She continues noticing how her words were making Santana's fist work nearly double time. "But I don't want you to come in my mouth so after I suck your dick till it's so hard you feel like you're gonna explode," She swallows the lump in her throat and slides a finger into herself, hissing at the amazing feeling of how wet she is. "I slide my tongue up your body, suck on your nipples until you can't sit still and I'd wrap my fingers around your hard cock and jerk you off while you finger me." This time she pushes two fingers inside of her and she gasps at the feeling of being filled. Her legs spread wider as she thrusts in and out of herself making sure that Santana is watching her. "Mmm." Pops out of her mouth and her eyes close momentarily as she envisions the fingers inside of her not her own.

"How many fingers?" Santana asks, her voice barely working at this point as her eyes move from Brittany's pale fingers working her centre and then rubbing her clit while the other squeezes at her own breasts.

"Two." The blonde whimpers fighting against the urge to clamp her legs shut and go to town.

"You're pussy's probably so tight." Just saying these words are building the weight deep down in her gut and her hips start moving into her hand.

"Mhmm."

"Oh my God I want to fuck you so bad right now." Santana groans as she switches hands for a moment, then brings to hands into the mix and leans even more down in her chair. Brittany's body does the same of its own accord, scooting further down on her pillow against the head board and seemingly bringing her most intimate parts closer for Santana's viewing pleasure.

"Uh, I want you to fuck me." The blonde calls out whining and moaning in sighs as her fingers pick up speed inside of her and bringing her hand from her breasts to rub around her clit expertly. This nearly knocks Santana from the chair and she stands up abruptly, never losing her grip around her pulsating member staring down at the writhing girl on the bed. "Get on the bed, fuck, just… get on the bed." Brittany shouts and Santana only hesitates for a second and soon she's kneeling on the edge of the bed, feet hanging off eyes focused on sopping wet fingers thrusting in and out of Brittany.

"You want my cock in your pussy Britt?" The Latina's voice is crackly and deep and so low they both know it's the lust talking and it's so hot. Brittany pants and a faint 'God yes' tumbles from her lips as she looks back up to meet brown eyes that are boring into her ocean like blues and Santana shifts a little closer. "I'll slide my dick so far in you'll taste it on your tongue, you want that?" She gulps when she sees Brittany gulp and her knees shuffle a little closer till she can practically smell the arousal emanating from the blonde's soaked centre.

"You're gonna make me come Santana!" She moans into the room, her voice echoes off of the walls and maintains eye contact with the dark haired girl in front of her.

"I want you to come on my dick, do it… all over this big dick." Santana licks her lips, holding back the hand that wants to reach out just in front of her and grab Brittany's knee, pull her closer and fuck her brains out. "Fuck." She hisses out, feeling her own orgasm beginning to come at her full force. "I'm gonna come Britt, I'm gonna come." She hasn't thought this part out thoroughly enough and now she is trying to figure out what to grab to keep a mess from happening. Her hips convulse forward into her hand and she can't control herself. "Brittany, I'm gonna…"

"Come on me." It comes out like a plea, she's begging. She doesn't care about her bedspread getting ruined or if there is jizz on her rug. Her eyes tell Santana that she wants this. "Santana come on my tits." She motions for her to come closer and she does, maneuvering herself in a way so that she avoids skin on skin contact with Brittany because she knows she wouldn't be able to hold back.

Her hand quickens it's pace, her hips jerking along with every movement and when Brittany yells out as she hits her high Santana's shoots her load all over Brittany's chest. A pair of browns and a pair of blues widen, both in sheer awe of not only their own but one another's orgasm. The high lasts for what feels like forever, two sets of hips slowing down their pace to gradually bring them down. With one last squeeze and pump another short spurt shoots from Santana's cock hitting Brittany's chest.

The blonde removes her hand from between her legs, lets out a long sigh of contentment and looks down at her chest with an amused smirk. Santana, who eyebrows are still raised at how much she came, sits on the heels of her feet and glances down at her penis slowly becoming flaccid. A giggle from the top of the bed catches her attention and she looks up at Brittany who waves her arms out to show off her chest, nearly completely covered.

"I'll, uh… go get you a wet towel." Santana tells her and goes to get up from the bed.

"Thanks." Brittany smiles softly back at her and sits up on the bed and watches the Latina head for the door and then stop and look back at her.

"That was… I mean it was really…" She shakes her head at herself for not being able to speak, which seems silly to her that after everything she and Brittany have been through, this included, she can still manage to stutter and sound like a complete idiot. But the blonde nods and grins and says, 'I know'.

They fall asleep after that, still naked and covered under the heavy blanket of Brittany's comforter. When she turns over she notices the blonde hair right away and is a smile of relief comes to her lips as she takes in Brittany's sleeping form. She looks so beautiful and peaceful and all Santana wants to do right now is hold her in her arms… and kiss her. But, she's not about to break any rules.