One Last Night

I hope that Britt doesn't mind that we're having our honeymoon in an old classroom. It's the only private place I could find so we'd still be close enough for when the fighting starts. (Santana)

"Here we are," Santana says opening the door.

"San," Brittany gasps as she looks around.

Santana really has out done herself this time. She has candles surrounding a bed that's in the center of the classroom. She has bewitched the ceiling to look like the night sky.

Sanny really out did herself this time. I can't believe she would do all of this for me. She really is the perfect woman. (Brittany)

"San this is perfect." Brittany whispers in her ear.

"Good," Santana breaths out.

"In fact right now all I want to do is rip off this dress and slam myself into you." Brittany whispers causing Santana to pull her into a searing kiss.

"I've wanted you so bad all day." Santana moans pulling Brittany to the bed.

"You've been really horny lately." Brittany says pulling her wife into her.

"It's all your fault." Santana huffs smiling.

"Really? How is it my fault?" Brittany asks.

"My hormones are all over the place because I'm pregnant with your baby." Santana whines curling into Brittany.

Brittany kisses her head as they snuggle into each other.

"You look exhausted babe. Sleep, we can celebrate later." Brittany whispers.

"No, I want to-"

"I love you," Brittany whispers before falling asleep.

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"Sanny, Sanny!" Brittany shouts running towards Santana not caring that they are out in public.

"Britt?" Santana questionly asks as she ends up with the blonde in her arms.

"They saw us kissing," Brittany sobs.

Santana pulls Brittany with her into the trees.

"What?" Santana asks.

"My mom and dad saw us kissing." Brittany sobs.

"I won't let them take you away from me!" Santana all but shouts.

Brittany snuggles into Santana as much as she can, trusting that what she says is true. There's no one she trusts more than San.

"I love you," Brittany whispers.

"I love you too Britt. I would do anything for you." Santana whispers rubbing her back. "I promise that one day I'll marry you and our parents can be damned."

Santana holds Brittany there for who knows how long.

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Santana jumps up looking around wildly for any threat to her or Brittany.

"Sanny?" Brittany whines pulling her back down.

"I had the dream again." Santana whispers snuggling into Brittany.

"It's never going to happen." Brittany whispers wrapping her arms even tighter around her.

"You promise?" Santana asks turning around to face her wife.

"I married you baby, that means that I will never leave you." Brittany says kissing her.

"Good," Santana whispers slowly lifting off Brittany's shirt.

"So we're going to get down to business now." Brittany giggles.

"Shut up!" Santana shrieks skipping Brittany's arm.

"Please you love it!"

I love this woman more than anything. I'm so glad that I can now call her my wife. (Santana)

"Sanny," Brittany whines tugging at Santana's shirt. "You have too many clothes on."

Santana looks over at her wife and gasps. Brittany had at some point while Santana was thinking, she had stripped all her clothes off.

"You are so damn sexy." Santana whispers slowly unzipping and pulling down her pants.

It takes all of two seconds before Brittany has Santana on her back and is sitting in between her legs. She's kissing her way down her wife's body.

"Britt," Santana whines as Brittany pauses right in front of her vagina.

"I love you so much." Brittany whispers as one hand snakes up Santana's body to her boobs.

Santana moans as Brittany starts kneading her right boob.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a month." Brittany whispers in her ear.

She looks so fucking fuckable right now. How much longer do we have? Hum...I think we start our watch at ten so that gives us like what ten hours? Who the fuck cares Brittany, you have your pregnant, hot wife laying beneath you get fucking her already. (Brittany)

"Fuck Britt, stop teasing." Santana groans bucking her hips.

Brittany giggles as she places kissing all around the spot Santana needs her most. She feels Santana's legs tighten around her.

"Oh fuck yeah," Santana moans as Brittany licks her folds.

"More,"

I want her inside of me now! I want to feel her come deep inside of me. (Santana)

"Argh," Brittany grunts as she feels her penis start to grow. "You want me to impale you on me?" she asks grunting as she hardens.

"You're mine from this day forward and if you want to spend the rest of your life on my dick then that's fine." Brittany whispers kissing her neck.

"Fuck, we're never leaving this bed." Santana groans.

Damn my girl is so fucking hot when she gets all possessive of me. (Santana)

Brittany thrusts herself deep inside of her wife.

"You feel so good." Brittany moans waiting for Santana to give her the good to go.

"Britt if you don't start pounding into me I'm going to flip us over and fuck myself on you." Santana growls.

"How hard do you want it?" Brittany innocently asks as she slowly pulls out and then thrusts back in.

Brittany chuckles as she keeps her very slow pace knowing that it will build up her wife's orgasm so she'll squirt. Pulling out so just the tip of her penis is in Santana, she holds herself over her wife.

"Britt, if you don't start pounding me now-"

Brittany slams herself down on her wife as hard as she can and pulls halfway out fast before slamming down again.

"Harder, harder," Santana moans clawing at her wife's back.

"Damn you're so fucking tight,"

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Sanny's so beautiful when she's sleeping. (Brittany)

"Britt, stop staring at me." Santana groggily says.

"You're so beautiful," Brittany whispers brushing hair out of her face.

"You're just saying that cause you feel bad for fucking me for two hours." Santana yawns curling into her wife.

"No, I'm saying it because you are beautiful and pregnant with my child." Brittany says putting her hand on Santana's still flat stomach.

"What are we going to do about the baby?" Santana asks putting her hand over Brittany's.

"What do you mean?" Brittany asks pulling her even more into her chest.

"Where are we going to live? What are we going to do? How are we going to take care of a baby?" Santana asks.

Brittany scrunches her nose as she thinks.

She's so cute, but we need to figure these things out soon. Though if we both die today I guess we won't have to worry about the baby. (Santana)

"San, after we win, we can go anywhere you want." Brittany finally answers.

"What if we don't-"

"We'll win, don't think otherwise." Brittany says pulling Santana into her.

"But what about the baby?" Santana asks.

"San, by the time the baby comes we'll be ready with a nice house and jobs." Brittany calmly says kissing her.

"I knew I married you for a reason." Santana giggles kissing her wife's neck.

"I love that I can now call you my wife." Brittany whispers threading her fingers through her wife's.

"And I love that I'm now a Pierce." Santana smiles.

"Are you sure that you want to drop Lopez all together?" Brittany asks wanting to make sure.

"Baby, I don't want to be associated with my parents anymore." Santana quietly says.

"Then we'll be Pierce's." Brittany says smiling. "And San, for now don't worry about anything other than surviving tomorrow the rest we'll figure out later." she adds in a moment of pure genius.

Sanny really needs to stop worrying about anything other than protecting herself tomorrow. I thought that's why we only told Coach about the baby cause she needs to fight with me. (Brittany)

"Britt," Santana says getting up.

"Hu?"

"We have to prepare." Santana says helping her wife up.

"It might help if you would stop thinking about having my babies." Brittany says standing up while letting the sheets fall down to expose her naked body.

"I can't help it if I am having your child and thus it constantly on my mind." Santana says wrapping her arms around Brittany's neck.

"Then I guess I'm borrowing someone's boxers and jeans." Brittany says as she pulls up a pair of Santana's sweatpants.

"So my favorite extra appendage is staying?" Santana asks.

"It seems so now come on let's go prepare. I'm not about to have anything bad happen to my wife." Brittany growls possessively.

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Finally alone time without having to hear about how good Santana's tongue and fingers are or how big Brittany is or how much Santana worships Brittany's talented tongue and fingers are or how tight Santana is or the worst part who's going to come. I mean I get their in love and what not, but that doesn't mean everyone wants to know about it. (Quinn)

"Quinn are you sure they're not going to come back?" Puck asks for the tenth time that night.

"No, they're probably going to be fucking each other until the battle starts." Quinn says pulling Puck back down on top of her. "Now shut up and kiss me." she orders.

The door flew open as Brittany carries Santana in only to almost drop her when she see's Puck in Quinn's bed.

"Britt what the-"

I swear I have the worst luck ever. (Quinn)

"Hi guys," Quinn says smiling.

Before anyone can say anything a Cheerio runs by yelling the attack is about to start.