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You feel kind of badass walking down the streets of New York with Santana next to you. She's not wearing anything special, just jeans a shirt and a black jacket, but the way she carries herself makes her stand out in the crowds. She's not overly tall but yet she looks tall by the way her chest puffs out and the way her neck is extended into the air. She looks so sure of herself in this big city and you can't help but admire her confidence. It certainly makes you feel safer walking these streets with Santana by your side.

'Want a pretzel?' Santana stops and points to the cart a few metres back. You nod your head excitedly. You were so excited about going shopping with Santana this morning that you forgot to have breakfast, you just got changed into blue jeans and a pink sweatshirt and raced out the door.

'Ok I'll be right back.' She says and walks away from you before you even have time to offer her money. You can just pay her back later.

You stand off to the side a bit to let the busy people stroll past you without getting in the way. Most of the time you don't really like being on the streets like this, you walk as fast as you can to get to times square where you can stand next to Sugar, but knowing that Santana isn't far away lets you appreciate the beauty of the city without fear of getting lost or mugged.

You're admiring the crisp suits of the businessmen that just walked past when a woman approaches you. You hadn't seen her in the crowds until she was right in front of you and smiling at you.

'Oh, hello.' You say happily because she's smiling at you, she must be nice. But she doesn't say anything, instead she hands you a clip board. You take it hesitantly and look back to the woman, she just nods her head in encouragement. She's still smiling so she must be happy for you to take it.

On the clipboard is a bit of writing and then a list of names and addresses and stuff. You scan back to the front and read the writing. The paper explains that the woman before you is deaf and she is raising money for programs and education centres for deaf people in America. You smile and wave at the woman and she happily waves back. Further down it tells you to write down your name, address, and the amount of money you would like to donate to the cause.

You've never met anyone who was deaf before, you're not quite sure how to communicate with her so you just keep smiling and she hands you a pen. Oh right. You try to think how much money you can afford to give her. You think you only have about twenty dollars at the moment but you kind of need that for the cake supplies. But then again she needs this money more than you do…

Just as you start writing down your details you feel Santana walk up next to you. You know she's there because you can smell her perfume and you can feel goosebumps form on your skin the moment she comes close. You can sense her reading over your shoulder. Maybe she'd like to donate too?

'Duck!' Santana suddenly yells. You're so confused and shocked that you just look up quickly and you notice the deaf woman quickly squats down and throws her arms over her head to shield herself from whatever was coming at her. But nothing was. Santana scoffs at the woman.

'Get the fuck out of here and get a real job!' Santana yells.

You're about to yell back and push Santana for being so mean to someone with a disability but before you do the woman snatches the clipboard and pen out of your hands and mumbles a 'whatever' before walking away, and disappearing back into the crowds.

You stare at the people walking by in shock. What just happened? How come she talked to Santana? Was she not really deaf?

'You shouldn't trust people so easily.' Santana says quietly. She waves a pretzel in front of your face and that snaps back your attention. You take the pretzel slowly, still thinking about that woman. Why would she do something like that? How could she just lie to you about something so serious? That wasn't very nice…

You slump your shoulders as you begin to walk again, chewing slowly on your pretzel.

'Dad told me you should always give people the benefit of the doubt.' You say sadly. Innocent until proven guilty, he'd say. That lady seemed really nice too.

'Yeah well that doesn't apply in New York.' Santana says over a mouth full of pretzel. 'Didn't your parents ever teach you about stranger danger?'

'Strangers will always be strangers unless you talk to them, then they're not strangers anymore.' You explain with a shrug. How were you supposed to make friends if you can't talk to anyone new? That's just silly.

'God.' Santana chuckles and shakes her head. 'Just, promise me you'll really think about what you're doing the next time a stranger approaches you okay?' You nod your head. 'You've got an innocent face, you're an easy target for assholes.'

'Promise.' You say with a smile. You kind of like Santana giving you advice like that, she might keep up a good act but when she says stuff like that you know deep down she cares about you.

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'So, what kind of chocolate do you put in this double choc cake?' Santana asks. You've already got the flour and eggs and butter, and now you're standing in the sweets aisle of the supermarket.

'Well the cake mixture is chocolate, and then the icing is chocolate, but in the middle we usually have MnMs because that's dads favourite. Oh and every year he lets me add something that I want so it's a surprise when he eats it. Last year was mini marshmellows and the year before that was red licorice balls.' You tilt your head to the side and gaze over all the possible choices. They all make your mouth water. 'Any ideas for this year?'

'I've got some weed at home, we could make hash cake.' Santana chuckles to herself. You don't know if you were supposed to hear that or not but you did so you throw her a dark look and she stops laughing. 'That was a joke.'

'I told you your jokes weren't very funny.' You say.

'What about caramel chocolate?' Santana sighs and picks up a block of chocolate before placing it in the shopping basket. 'Because I really don't think you've got enough chocolate in here.'

'Perfect!' You squeal. You haven't tried that in cake before!

'Awesome. Okay anything else you need before we get this?' Santana asks and shakes the basket a little.

You think for a second. You don't really need anything more for the cake, but you have run out of bread. But you can't really get bread today if you're getting all this other stuff. Maybe if you dance tomorrow you can go get bread. But tomorrow's your birthday so maybe the next day…

'Um nope.' You eventually say.

'Okay. I think we need bread though.' Santana says and picks up a loaf on her way to the registers. You smile at her but she doesn't catch it. You find the shortest line and stand at the back of it.

'Hey I've been thinking, uh, did your parents not like leave you any money or anything?' Santana asks suddenly. You snap your head up from the magazine you had been flicking through and look at her. 'Like in their will? And what happened to the house, do you have any brothers or sisters still living there?'

You shake your head. You didn't really want to have to talk about this but you're in a line so there's nowhere for you to run away to. Sighing, you answer her question. 'I'm an only child. I, I don't really know…'

'What do you mean?' Santana questions. You reluctantly put the magazine back on the stand and shuffle your feet awkwardly, preparing yourself for a conversation you had been avoiding.

'Well I was eighteen when they passed so I didn't have to go into foster care or anything so I was able to keep living at the house or I could go wherever really.' You shrug. 'I didn't really know what to do with it all, people were always ringing the house but after a while I stopped answering the phone because they just wanted to talk business and shares and entitlements and it was really confusing, and all I wanted to do was just stay in my room and cry.' You explain sadly. You didn't want to tell Santana this. 'S-so one day I got fed up, a-and I just left.'

'You just left?' Santana frowns. You look around nervously but relax a little when you notice no one is really paying attention to your conversation. You nod your head at Santana over a bit lip and she just creases her brow further. You don't want her to get mad at you. 'Wait so people could be looking for you right now? You just left the house without speaking to anyone about it?'

'I d-didn't know what I was supposed to do.' You say. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes but you will them away. You don't want to cry in the middle of the supermarket. Santana's staring at you like she can't believe what she's hearing but once she see's your teary eyes you watch her face relax again.

'Okay um…here.' She says after a long moment and pulls a little card out of her purse. It looks like a business card. 'I told you how my mother's a lawyer right?' You nod and quickly wipe under your eyes. 'I'm going to give you her number so you can call her and you can work it all out alright? She's a bitch but she's damn good at what she does.'

You take the card hesitantly and read it. Across the middle is the name Maribel Lopez. You smile a little at the knowledge of finding out another detail about Santana's life. But that smile leaves when you realise what she's saying. You can't call her. You don't want to talk about this stuff, you wouldn't know what to say, or do. Would they make you go back to Lima?

'Why do I have to do that?' You ask quietly and move a step down the line.

'You could be entitled to so much money, you won't have to sleep on the fucking floor anymore for one.' Santana laughs lightly. 'And plus you could have your whole fucking town looking for you for all you know.'

'I doubt anyone even knows I'm gone.' You mumble. You look back to Santana. 'Can you call her for me? I don't really know what to say.'

'No.' She states firmly and shakes her head. 'I don't speak with my parents.'

You make a mental note to ask her about her parents one day.

'Well can you at least be there? Maybe write down things for me to ask?' You ask desperately. When Santana looks at you your bottom lip juts out in a pout and she rolls her eyes. 'I really don't know what I'm doing Santana…'

'Fine.' She says angrily and you smile victoriously. 'But I am not talking to her, and you can't tell her I gave you her number alright?'

'Okay.' You bite your lip to hide your smile.

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You're in the living room trying to get back into dancing on your left foot when Santana finally gets home from work. You've pushed the coffee table up against the couch so you have more room and now you're on the floor stretching your legs.

You hear the door open and you smile to yourself as you see Santana walk in and close the door behind her. You smile even wider when you notice Puck isn't with her.

'Pucks not coming over tonight?' You ask seemingly disinterested. Santana seems to only just realise you're in the room and when her eyes meet yours you watch them go wide for a second as she looks over your body. You got a little hot while you were dancing so a while ago you took off your top and threw it on the couch. Now you're on the floor in the splits position, stretching from one side to the other with just light blue shorts and a purple bra on. Your hair is up in a loose ponytail and you don't have any makeup on but judging by the direction of Santana's eyes she's not paying too much attention to that.

You watch with quiet confidence as Santana slowly shakes her head as her eyes continue to roam over your chest and down your legs as you stretch to each side.

'Why?' You ask curiously. You can't help the small smile that graces your lips with the knowledge that you won't have to put up with sex sounds tonight.

Santana just shrugs and throws her handbag over the top of you to land on the couch. 'He's already drunk and he's being a bigger ass than usual.'

You nod your head in understanding. But really you don't understand. You don't understand why she would be with someone who is an ass to her. She doesn't deserve that, no one does.

'Does that mean I get to sleep with you?' You ask hopefully. Santana smirks and raises her brow at you and it's then that your words catch up to your brain. You blush and roll your eyes. 'You know what I mean…'

Santana chuckles and steps towards you. 'It does.' She reaches out her hand and you gladly take it. 'Come on I'm tired.'

Even though she's not letting you finish stretching you can't help but smile because she wants you to come to bed now, she doesn't want to wait for you. Maybe she wants to snuggle again?

With that exciting thought you drop Santana's hand and race to the bathroom.

'I'm just going to shower and then I'll come to bed!' You say over your shoulder. You just catch the blush on Santana's cheeks when you say you'll be in bed soon and you giggle to yourself as you skip down the hall. She can be so cute sometimes.

Your shower lasts all of two minutes. You just wanted to wash the sweat off your body from dancing but you can't deny that the thought of jumping into bed with Santana again wasn't making you move ten times faster.

As you get dressed the thought of what happened last time in her bed crosses your mind and you feel your movement slow. You still haven't really made up your mind about how you felt when Santana was touching you like that. It felt funny, a good kind of funny, you felt hot and dizzy but you didn't want it to stop. But she said she was only messing with you so maybe it was wrong that you liked it so much, maybe you weren't supposed to like it?

You wonder if she'll do it again.

You walk slowly back down the hall in your yellow short shorts and white tank top, decidedly more nervous now then excited, until you reach Santana's room. You open the door and walk inside. It's dark, which doesn't shock you, her room is always dark. You can just make out the outline of her body curled up in her covers so you head around to your side and you quietly slip into the bed.

You're quiet because you can't tell if she's asleep or not but when you hear her rustle forwards along the sheets you smile and move towards her also. This time when she wraps her arms around you and pulls you closer you don't even think to turn around. It feels weird knowing her face is right in front of yours, you know it is because you can feel her breaths, but you can't make out her features in the darkness. You wonder if her eyes are open, but to make yourself feel less anxious, you decide that she has them closed.

You're so close now that both your heads are on Santana's pillow. You can feel her warm breath on your lips and it makes you lick them subconsciously.

'I've been thinking.' You whisper.

'Mmm?' Santana hums after a moment. You feel her hand on your back dip underneath your tank top and slowly inch up. She starts rubbing soothing circles over your skin and it's all you can do not to moan at the touch.

No, she'll just tease you again. Focus.

'Since you had a not very fun birthday, maybe tomorrow could be your birthday too, like a do-over.' You suggest quietly. You feel a puff hit your face and you can't tell if it was a sigh or a chuckle.

'That's ok, tomorrow's your day.' Santana says. You decide it was a sigh by her sombre tone.

'It could be both our days, that way we're both having a super fun time.' You smile but you don't think she can see it. It goes silent for a moment and you wonder if she fell asleep. But you think not by the uneven breaths hitting your face.

You shuffle a little because you're not quite sure what to do with your arms. You could bring them up to your chest but you don't want Santana to think that you are trying to touch her boobs, but you can't just leave them by your side, that feels weird. Santana seems comfy enough though so you decide to just copy her. You drape an arm around her waist and leave it to rest on her lower back, grateful that she decided to wear a shirt to bed.

Santana switches from spreading her palm over your skin to walking her fingers up and down your spine and its sending your body alight. You know what she's doing, she did this to you last time, but that doesn't mean it doesn't feel good still. You're torn between telling her to stop and telling her to push harder. You want to feel more of her but you're scared that she will just stop and laugh at you if you do something stupid like moan.

But god her fingers feel good.

'Well it's almost midnight, anything you want to do while you're still eighteen?' Santana breathes against your mouth. She's so close. You could kiss her if you wanted to…but that would be weird. You're pretty sure friends don't kiss, even best friends. But her skin feels so good against yours and you want to feel more of it.

'No-one's ever given me a hickey.' You blurt before your brain can even catch up to your mouth. What? Santana's going to think you are so weird. Who says that? And then she's probably going to think you're a loser for never having a hickey when clearly her and Puck have a pretty intense sex life. Oh god.

The hand on your back stills for a second and you clench your eyes in regret. You shouldn't have said that.

The air grows thicker and you feel like you should say something, maybe make a joke or take back your words? just when you go to tell another 'knock knock' joke she finally speaks.

'Do you want me to give you one?' She whispers.

You swear your heart just stopped.

There's another silence that encompasses you both but then again it's not really silent when all you can hear are the laboured breaths escaping your mouth, the rain hitting the window, and the sound of someones tv being played much louder than need be. But you're barely noticing these things. All you can think about is the question Santana just asked you, the hand tracing teasing circles on your back, and the word doing cartwheels around your head.

'Yes.' You breathe.

You're both still for a moment. You're not sure who is supposed to be the one to initiate this but you're grateful when Santana eventually does.

She takes her hand from your back and she gently pushes you back onto the mattress. You roll away from her until your back is flat to the bed and wait anxiously as she shuffles closer to you. She drapes an arm across your stomach and your muscles tense at the touch.

'Relax.' She whispers into your ear. She giggles when you let out a long breath into the night air.

You can feel Santana's breaths slowly moving from your ear, down your jaw, until they reach your neck. You feel her move closer and you're screaming at your body not to pass out because you don't want to miss this. And then her lips are touching your skin and you let out a quiet whimper.

You were planning on keeping your mouth zipped shut to avoid something embarrassing like that but what you weren't counting on was how damn soft and warm Santana's lips would feel against your skin. You can't even describe it, you've never felt something like this.

Artie, your ex, had thin cracked lips which always made you get sick of kissing him after a few minutes. You tried to get him to use your cherry chapstick but he never went for it. But Santana's lips are so soft and full. Those little breaths she's blowing over your skin every time she pulls away to get a better angle is making you want to groan and pull her closer so her lips are attached to you again but somehow you manage to restrain yourself. You could lie here for hours with her doing this to you, you'd even fight sleep so you didn't miss this feeling for a second.

One thing that surprises you, other than the fact that you are lying in Santana's bed with her kissing your neck, is that she's kissing you so tenderly. From the sounds she makes with Puck you imagine she would be kind of rough and rushed, but with you she's gentle and slow. It feels nice but you want her to go faster, you don't really know why, but you feel like you need her to go faster or you might explode.

You arch your body a little and extend your neck so Santana can get better access. You think maybe she didn't get the hint but you're proved wrong when her hand slips underneath your top again and flattens against your stomach. It wasn't exactly what you were asking for but god, you're glad she did it. Her hand is so hot and she's slowly dragging it upwards. Jesus, you don't have a bra on tonight either.

You're about to try and warn her again when suddenly her mouth opens against your neck and she's sucking your skin into her hot mouth.

'Ugh.' You moan unexpectedly. She lets out an airy chuckle in response but you don't pay much attention to that. She tilts her head and now she's taking in more of your skin. Oh god. You can feel her tongue brushing over your neck as she sucks and the combination of that and the hand that's stroking dangerously close to your breasts is making you feel like you're about to black out.

You want to tell her how hot she is but you stop yourself. You want to tell her to keep going but you can't say that either, so you just lie there and hope to god that this feeling will never go away.

Santana suddenly starts sucking harder and the hand on your stomach is practically clawing at your skin but you don't care. You're panting now but you think that's okay because Santana is too. It's all too much, the hand on your stomach, the lips sucking and the tongue brushing, and the pants of breath…

Your hand reaches around the back of Santana and quickly guides up under her shirt. You need to feel more of her. She lets out what you think might have been a grunt or a groan and then she's moving until she's leaning over you and draping her legs over yours. You are so glad you wore shorts to bed.

Her lips move down to your collar bone to drag her tongue across the bone at the same moment her hand moves up to brush her fingertips against the underside of your breast.

'Santana.' You pant. You can feel her smirk against your skin when her lips reattach to your neck and you pull her closer.

Oh god.

You can feel that familiar throbbing between your legs and you know what Santana is doing isn't enough to alleviate it. You need more but you don't know what. You only ever got this hot after Artie had been rubbing you for ten minutes but Santana hasn't done any of that and you can practically feel the wetness seeping through your panties. You pull Santana even closer to you in hopes that her body would hit the right spot and release some of that pressure but it doesn't. Instead she licks the area she had just been sucking and then she gives it a light kiss before pulling away and rolling back to her side of the bed.

'Happy birthday.' She breathes and you can at least take comfort in the fact that she sounds just as flustered as you, even if you do have to hold back a groan of disappointment.

'H-Happy birthday.' You say back and you hear Santana's breathless giggle.

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