"You get so many packages." Brittany laughed as Santana dragged a big box into her living room. "I feel like you get stuff daily."

"Perks of being famous." She smiled brightly as Bella sniffed the box happily before jumping back as Santana moved it again, pulling it closer to her body. Santana peeled back the tape and opened the box, a huge smile covering her face,

"I never understood why celebrities get free stuff." Brittany stated watching as Santana pulled out leggings, shoes, socks, and sweatsuits from Nike out of the box.

Santana glanced up at her before reading the handwritten note, she shrugged while gently moving Bella with her foot since the puppy was trying to sniff and bite everything. "Bella, no." She said firmly as the puppy tried once again to bite a shoestring, she pulled out one of the styrofoam sphere balls from the box and tossed it at the puppy, laughing when she jumped back before pushing it with her nose. "Free promo for them I guess, I post about their outfits to my 8 million instagram followers, and they hope that it convinces them to rush out and buy the gear they see me in."

"So more candids?" Brittany asked as Santana tossed her a shoe. "Are these for me?"

"We wear the same size, so have it." Santana shrugged. "I know you dont like candids, babe, so I'm not expecting you to be with me when I wear this stuff. I'm just going to tip off the paps one day when I have it on."

Brittany raised an eyebrow as Santana took pictures of everything. "You call the paps on yourself?"

"I tip them off sometimes." She nodded casually, glancing at Bella to make sure she wasn't eating the ball. She looked over at Brittany quickly and shook her head no. "I don't tip them off when we are together. I wouldn't do that to you."

Brittany stared at her girlfriend and could see the sincerity in her eyes before nodding. "It's not that I dont like being photographed with you but...it's just so invasive. I was at the carwash and I'm pretty sure someone was taking my picture."

"Shit...I'm sorry." Santana told her quickly, jumping up and sitting next to her on the couch. "Well, since we've been spotted together casually and have a few Instagram picture together, the media, and my fans are trying to figure out what's what."

"It's okay, it freaked me out a little, but you're famous, and I'm working on getting used to it." Brittany replied. "I never wanted to be famous." She then laughed, "back in highschool when everyone would talk about how they wanted to be these famous entertainers...remember how quiet I would get." Santana nodded.

"What exactly about fame dont you like?" Santana asked.

"It's the fans moreso than anything, for instance, your fans, when you and Teagan broke up I saw how they attacked her on social media. No matter what she would post, they would just go at her." Brittany frowned. "It was so mean and cruel, some of the shit they said was down right hurtful."

Santana nodded. "Remember I tweeted and posted on Instagram telling my fans to relax and stop."

"Very cool of you." Brittany nodded. "But you can't control that. I was going through my explore page on Instagram and came across a post that had gang gang on it, and people were freaking out, saying it was inappropriate because a kid was in the video...it was just so crazy. It's a phrase that people use to mean squad, or team, or friends, or family...I was just so appalled by the comments and the people attacking him on Twitter. Ridiculous."

Santana grabbed her hand and kissed her palm softly. "My last relationship was super high profile and I'm still in that mode, where I expect the cameras, and everything. I'm sorry if this is going too fast."

"It's not, you're being perfect through this. Seriously. It's all in my head, tell you what. How about we go to to a nice restaurant tonight, one that's pap heavy, think that will call them off for a while?" Brittany asked.

Santana stared at her. "Ummmm, first, of course I will go to dinner with you, secondly, that can go either way. On one hand they will get the date night pictures that they so desperately want and we can become public official, but on the other hand it can backfire and it will just really cause them to follow us more to get more pictures."

Brittany groaned loudly before laying on Santana's lap, the Latina running her fingers though her hair slowly. "This sucks." She mumbled with a small smile.

"Your speed, baby, all your speed with this." Santana replied, laying down and pulling Brittany to lay flush on her, holding her tightly.

Brittany hid her face in Santana's neck and exhaled before turning her head and kissing her on the cheek. "I love you."

Immediately blushing Santana hugged Brittany tightly. "I love you, too." She replied before kissing her deeply. Once the kiss broke Santana raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you just now saying it because I'm sharing my new Nike stuff with you?" She teased.

"Duh." Brittany laughed before kissing Santana again.

"It's so different this time around." Santana blushed, popping a fry in her mouth before picking another up and sliding it through a pool of ketchup, ranch, and honey mustard on her plate.

Mercedes raised an eyebrow at her and took a bite of her chicken sandwich. "How?" She mumbled.

Santana shrugged. "We're older and more mature, we talk more than anything. It's weird, but now that we both have our own houses and can do whatever we want, we just hang out and talk. Back in highschool we were constantly sneaking around my house or hers to kiss and have sex, and now...we just don't now. I reply just love talking to her and spending time with her."

"Still no sex?" Mercedes asked.

"Nope, it's been a month, and the most we've done is take a bath together." Santana laughed. "One where I was so tired that I feel asleep, and she had to help me out the tub. It was so relaxing. She has this huge ass old fashioned claw tub, we had candles lit, soft music playing. I just fell right to sleep." She blushed.

Mercedes laughed. "You two are definitely cute together. I'm surprised you haven't posted any cute pictures on Instagram yet."

"Thanks." Santana blushed. "Brittany isn't dealing with the fame well just yet. All the candids are kind of freaking her out, I don't know if we should post pictures together or not, I don't know if the paps will just harass us more or not."

"You two are officially together?" Mercedes asked, eating a fry.

"Yes." Santana nodded. "But we are taking it slow, I think, no moving in together or anything like that. We are still getting to know each other as adults, which is actually a lot of fun and so amazing."

"So, if you two know you're official, who cares if anyone else knows." Mercedes replied. "The main thing is making sure Brittany is cool. You don't want to move her too fast into your life, especially since she's already kind of freaking out because of the paps."

Santana took a bite of her brisket sandwich and nodded. "I know, I'm being super patient with her. I told her, this is all at her speed. It's a lot to take in so suddenly, so while I would love to take her to all fancy restaurants and have date nights...I know she wouldn't be comfortable."

Mercedes took a sip of her drink and shrugged. "Well, I know the media is freaking out, trying to figure out what you two are, but fuck them, focus on you and Brit."

"When we were in highschool I did a bunch of super romantic stuff for Brit, and I want to show her that I haven't changed." Santana replied.

"Whoa...since when do you need to take her to a fancy restaurant for that?" Mercedes frowned. "Just don't repeat stuff you did with Teaan right away."

Brittany was relaxing on the couch while texting away in a group chat with some friends she went school with in Chicago, while Santana was passed out fast asleep on the other end of the couch. After brunch with Mercedes, Santana came over Brittany's house to hang out since the two had been so busy during the week they hand had a chance to see one another, but Santana fell asleep within minutes after laying on the couch. Brittany took Bella to play in the backyard, always entertained by how excited the puppy would get to see her. After they played for roughly twenty minutes they came back in and while Bella napped under Santana on the floor Brittany decided to catch up with some friends.

She was laughably loudly when Santana rolled over and groaned softly, facing the couch before beginning to snore again. Brittany turned on her tv and moved to sit next to her girlfriend, who felt Brittany move and scooted over to lay on her chest. Brittany kissed the top of her head and grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch, tossing it over her. She got engrossed in a tv show, Santana's soft breaths on her neck relaxing her even more. Brittany was just about fast asleep herself when her phone vibrated on the table. She reached over quickly and answered, just as Santana rolled off of her and trotted to the bathroom. Brittany saw it was Josh calling and sighed before answering.

Hello?

Hey Brittany, what's up?

Josh...we had this talk already. Out of respect for my girlfriend...I need you to stop calling.

Santana walked back in the living room before turning quickly and going to the kitchen instead.

So that means we can't be friends?

You dont want to just be my friend Josh, and you know it.

Let me take you to dinner, just to finally close our chapter.

Santana walked back in the living room with a bottle of water and crawled over Brittany, cuddling back into her side, closing her eyes.

No, Josh, it wouldnt be a good idea...I'm sorry.

Santana opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Brittany, who glanced down at her and winked at her.

You're really going to throw away everything we've had?

Josh, we were fuck buddies...not in a relationship. I've told you numerous times, and this is definitely what I was afraid of happening.

So why not me? I thought you weren't ready for a relationship.

It's simple...you're not Santana

Santana blushed and raised her thumb up triumphantly, her eyes once again closed as she wiggled closer to Brittany.

I'm sorry, but I really need to go. Take care Josh

Brittany hung up her phone and tossed it on the floor. "Sorry, baby."

Santana opened her eyes and looked up at Brittany, "sorry for what?" She asked.

"That you had to hear that, I knew Josh would be a pain, but geez." Brittany replied.

Santana sat up and moved to face Brittany. "How come you never told me that you and Josh were so serious?"

Brittany shook her head at her. "Because we weren't." She shrugged, "he was way more into me then I was him. He wanted a relationship, but I never did...not with him at least."

"Oh...he won't turn all creepy stalker on you, will he? Do I need to hire some security to patrol over here or anything?" Santana asked angrily.

Brittany laughed softly, leaning forward and kissing her softly. "I've always loved how protective you are of me."

Santana blushed. "Yep...I would still kick ass for you, but now I'm rich enough to not have to get my own hands dirty." She laughed. "Seriously, he won't turn crazy on you?"

"No." Brittany assured her.

Santana smiled before kissing her. "Okay, I need to run a few errands mind watching Bella for me?" She asked, standing up and stretching.

Brittany glanced at the puppy, who was now fast asleep in a little ball at the end of the couch and shook her head. "Nope, go right ahead."

8pm

Santana lit more candles around her kitchen just as the doorbell rang, she jogged to the door, smiling brightly at Brittany. "Hey."

"Hey." Brittany replied. "Ummm, you left my house like 6 hours ago."

"I know, sorry." Santana laughed. "I had to do some things, and they took longer than I expected."

"Why are you wearing a chef jacket?" Brittany then asked, laughing as the Latina smoothed out her sleeves.

"This is what I was setting up." She stated, grabbing Brittany's hand and leading her to the kitchen where Chef Roz was waiting. "I hired Roz to tech us how to make a meal." She blushed. "Hence my chef coat, yours is over to the side."

"Whoa...okay this is so cool, and absolutely romantic." Brittany smiled, kissing Santana deeply, while hugging her.

"We are making fresh pasta and homemade tomato sauce; we are also making fresh ground Italian sausage. So I brought over all the machines and set everything up for you two." Chef Roz smiled. "This one is a keeper, Brit."

Santana blushed as Brittany smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. "Oh I know...never letting her go again." She mumbled against Santana's lips.

"Okay...let's get to cooking." Santana nodded.

Twenty minutes later Santana was glancing up at Brittany while she smashed and cut fresh tomatoes to start making their sauce. "You look sexy while you cook." She stated, walking over and standing behind her, wrapping her arms around her to place her hands on Brittany's, helping her dice the tomatoes.

Brittany allowed Santana to guide her hands, she began to laugh and giggle when Santana kissed down her neck. "Stop it." She laughed.

Santana laughed and moved to stand next her instead. "You cooking is really turning me on right now."

Brittany raised an eyebrow at her and began to dance slowly while dicing the tomatoes, laughing when Santana bit her lip and exhaled slowly. "Tonight is the night."

"Hell yeah." Santana agreed as she chopped her basil for the sauce.

An hour later the two were sitting in the dining room, eating their homemade meal, surrounded by candles and rose petals on the table. Santana lifted her glass of wine and took a sip. "This is really, really good."

"Amazing." Brittany nodded, leaning over and kissing the sauce off of Santana's mouth. "So I guess we are pretty good cooks."

Santana nodded. "We made pasta from fuckin scratch...I have golden hands." She winked, wiggling her fingers.

Brittany laughed and winked. "I remember them being magic."

"Mmmmhmmm." Santana mumbled, eating another forkful of pasta, and holding a forkful up to Brittany, who ate it.

"Thank you for night, this was really cool and romantic, Sanny."

"You're welcome, baby." Santana smiled, lifting her glass and taking another sip. The two then ate in a comfortable silence, holding hands on the table.

Midnight

"San, baby, I'm coming in." Brittany called out as she stripped down in the bathroom, not wanting to Santana to get out of the shower just yet.

The Latina, who was washing her hair, nodded, before remembering Brittany couldn't see her. "Okay." She felt a cool breeze from the shower door open, which was replaced by the steam of the shower again, and then Brittany arms. She turned her head when Brittany began to kiss down her neck, giving her more access and a better angle.

Santana then turned around, wrapping her arm around Brittany's neck and kissing her. "I love you so much." She whispered, peppering kisses to her lips. Brittany ran her hands up and down Santana's body, landing on her butt, squeezing and slapping it as Santana walked her back to the wall and kissed down her body, before kneeling and lifting one of Brittany's legs over her shoulder, slowly licking through Brittany's folds.

"Oh fuck, Sanny." Brittany moaned.