Lumiere

by PoppieJoy

when suddenly nothing else matters but the smell of coffee, the taste of watermelon and the way she swallows your tongue in this coconut light, broken and broken and then broken again.

10. Falling

Sexy ratings for sexy times ;) I think you need to listen to Falling by Tyler Ward at the end of this chapter. Or during. Whenever really.

Dankie for my long time reviewers. I also didn't realise I could see how many people have read this/viewed this? So that was a nice surprise.

Enjoy ya little cupcakes.

I own no characters.

The Ninth Day

Santana was still sleeping when the sun pushed my eyelids open. She looked like an angel with her bottom half wrapped up in messy white sheets and her hair splayed like handprints all over her face and her pillow. She was still wearing her clothes from last night and it took everything in my power not to remove them for her.

(but the first time I see her naked, I want her to be awake so she can see the way my eyes will undoubtedly widen at how fucking beautiful she is.)

I glanced down at my own clothes and wondered how I didn't get boiling throughout the night. The part of Santana's back that was on show seemed to be glistening with a sheet of sweat and I surprised myself by leaning forward to kiss her there.

If anyone had seen that, they'd think I was the weirdest person in the world.

She stirred slightly but it wasn't enough to wake her up. So I watched her some more and thanked my stars that she was the most patient person I had ever come across.

After falling on her bed last night, there was nothing the two of us could do except just stare at each other. And that had never happened to me before. And when we'd kissed so slowly before we'd accidentally fallen asleep, I couldn't even begin to describe the way she made me feel like I was okay again. Even though, nearly half of the time, I was expecting her to just vanish because I was feeling these things and I was feeling them with a girl and kissing Santana was like kissing my heart right in the damn middle.

It was terrifying but electrifying and all at the same time.

"Brittany?"

The sound of Santana's dad at the doorway made me jump halfway down the bed. He seemed to find it hilarious. Santana didn't stir.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," He apologized, poking his head further round the door, "Since San is still asleep, do you fancy grabbing breakfast with me?"

My heart started beating so fast I swear if was just about to jump out of my chest.

"Don't worry," He quickly reassured, smiling like a father should, "Maybe we can just go for a morning stroll instead?"

I appreciated his concern but I was more anxious about why he wanted to spend time with me and what he wanted to talk about. And why he was going to leave Santana here.

He seemed to recognize my worries and slipped a note out his pocket telling me to place it on my pillow for Santana to see when she woke up. I didn't even think about my clothes and my hair then when I followed her dad out the room and down the stairs towards the beach and the pier but I was sure I'd never looked so rough.

The morning was calm, a lot like how I'd felt when I woke up this morning. It made me even more anxious that I was going to have a coughing fit or something which in itself made my throat start tickling and my eyes start watering. I choked it back and tried to concentrate on the way the waves looked rolling calmly onto the rocks where Santana and I had sat the evening before.

And that made me think of how I'd wanted to touch Santana's boobs and how I still really wanted to touch them and see her naked and kiss her all down her body and fuck, I'm with her dad, shit.

"Please don't be scared, Brittany," Her dad spoke softly in the morning breeze.

I breathed deeply and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear that had escaped the bun I'd slept in last night.

"I simply wanted to introduce myself properly."

I kind of breathed a sigh of relief but I was still certain that wasn't all he was going to say.

"So," He continued, pausing and holding out his hand, "Paulo Lopez, Santana's dad; my daughter seems to have taken quite a liking to you."

I blushed under his amused gaze and he chuckled as we walked towards the beach.

"Yeah," I whispered, smiling slightly, before realising I hadn't introduced myself back. "Oh, I'm Brittany Pierce."

He chuckled again and waved jokingly. He stuck his hands in his pockets and squinted his eyes from the morning sun. I kept a steady look on the sand as we stepped onto it and squirmed at the way it felt against my dry toes.

"Santana really likes you, Brittany." He told me again and the butterflies erupted from my belly.

"I really like her too." I replied, shocking myself.

He grinned. "I can tell."

I smiled.

"I've never really seen my daughter like this, though." He seemed to add as an afterthought.

I remained silent.

We walked a little further until we reached the headland where there were a couple stray sun beds. Paulo pushed them together and told me to sit down on one. He sat down on the other.

"I don't really know what I wanted to tell you, Brittany, in all honesty." He admitted, wringing his hands together and looking into the horizon. The birds above us in the overhanging palm trees tweeted effortlessly into the air as the morning catamaran cruise sailed past us in towards the bay to load the day's passengers. It was perfectly tranquil and it reminded me of why I loved this place so much. I hoped Santana and her family loved it just the same.

I waited for him to continue since I was't really sure what he wanted me to say to that.

"This always seems so much easier in the movies, huh?" He chuckled and I chuckled too. "I don't want to be that dad who warns his girlfriend's boyfriend about hurting her because one, you're not a boyfriend and two, I don't seem to worry about you doing that so much and I don't really know why. And I'm not worried about Santana hurting you, which is a miracle, since that's what she's known for back in New York."

I turned sharply to him, surprised that he was telling me this, surprised that he knew and surprised that he was talking about the same Santana who bandaged my wrists yesterday, sang a love song to me and made me feel alive again.

"Santana hurts people?"

Paulo looked to me then smiled sadly. "Unfortunately, she has trouble expressing her feelings."

I frowned at him. "I feel like we're talking about a totally different girl here."

He smiled then and that confused me. "And that makes me the happiest man alive."

We watched the sun rise a little higher and I made a note of how it glinted through the palm trees and looked the way Santana's eyes look when she kisses me. I wanted to bring her back here.

"All I want to tell you, Brittany, is that I could not be more thankful to you for the way you've brought Santana back to me."

I must have gasped because he turned quickly to me and frowned.

"Gosh, Santana was so lost before we came here." His voice cracked and I felt the strongest urge to place my hand on his leg. "You know, Maribel was my everything, she really was. I felt the way a dessert does when it rains every time I looked at her. She was perfect to me; she had these long dark locks that just hung round her face like she was the most precious painting in the world." He paused and bit his lip, looking at the ocean with a nostalgic smile at the corner of his lips.

I kept quiet.

"Maribel had a sense of humor none of us seemed to get except for Santana. And from the moment she was born, she looked the spitting image of her. My daughter is literally my wife in a skinnier, yet slightly taller form. And sometimes I look at her and then I have to turn away and when Maribel died, it was just so bad because I couldn't even bring myself to be in the same room as Santana."

My eyes closed on their own and my own father's face entered my head. I didn't really look like him and I didn't really look like my mother so I could only imagine what that must have been like for Santana's dad.

"Santana, she has this sharpness that Maribel had. If they didn't like something or someone, they'd make it very well known, you know, they both have this brilliant quick-witted tongue and even now, when Santana occasionally comes out with something, I can't help but nearly wet myself and for a grown man, that's entirely embarrassing, as you can imagine!"

I giggled because I could totally imagine the scene in my head. "I would have loved to have met your wife."

He looked at me then and smiled with so much gratitude, I wanted to curl in on myself.

"She would have adored you." He nodded, patting my knee. "She always told Santana she was worthy of love because she never believed she was and I truly believe you have changed her mind on that."

A whirl of pride clung itself to my heart and I knew it would be there for the rest of my life.

"What you've done with these families," I said, motioning back to the resort, "is astonishing. If my father had half the guts you do, I can only imagine how proud I'd feel."

He laughed at that before shaking his head amusingly, "Oh Santana hasn't always been the easiest with this arrangement." He leant on his knees and sighed again. "She literally went quiet from the moment Maribel passed away and if she ever spoke, it was to read Ohana a bed time story or it was to yell at me. Up until about the last two months, Santana did nothing but yell and sometimes it would just be with her eyes, you know? Or her body language."

I swallowed.

"And it's the most awful feeling not knowing how to help your child. I mean, she was seventeen, you'd think maybe she was old enough to know how to explain what she was feeling, but she was the most vulnerable I'd ever seen her."

There was that word again. Santana had used it last night and it had scared me slightly because being vulnerable in front of Santana was like being vulnerable in front of a fire.

Paulo smiled sadly at me. "The kids here are amazing. Most of them are all stupidly talented and in all our vacations, they keep themselves going with these songs they sing. Each year, Santana has got better and about two months ago, she found a letter I had sent to Maribel, I'm not sure which one and she just fell into my arms and cried more than I've ever seen anyone cry." His eyes filled and I wondered why he'd chosen to tell me all of this. I barely knew him and I felt completely unworthy of his story and his strength.

"But Brittany, she's coming back to the room each night with a light in her eyes I thought had gone and more and more, every single day, she looks like my wife again and I can't begin to explain to you the joy it brings to me each time I see it." He pats my knee and shakes it a little. "And I am wholly convinced it is all down to you, so thank you."

There wasn't a part of me that knew what to say or do here, so I smiled thinly, squinted my eyes and stared directly at the horizon. Because if I could explain to Paulo that I had Santana to thank for the way I was feeling as well, I would. But this was his moment and I was honored to share it with him.

We walked silently back to the resort and from the smell surrounding the air, I realised they must have been having the buffet around the pool. The smell made my skin prickle with panic and I tried desperately hard to push it down with swallows and and deep breaths as we got closer and then when I felt my father accidentally back into me, his hands holding a plateful of food, the panic rose so high I thought I was about to vomit.

My brother seemed to appear from no where, scolding my dad and pulling him off me.

"Father, Britt's standing right there,"

My father turned around then, ketchup from his plate flying across his pale yellow long sleeved shirt that looked far to small and far too smart for a breakfast buffet. He huffed at it and muttered something along the lines of, "typical."

My brother smiled sheepishly at me.

Looking up at me, my father grimaced. He turned to my brother and said, "How could I have known she was there, she's so small I'd never have seen her."

I felt my stomach drop and the urge to vomit increased.

My brother did nothing but smile weakly at him.

"I'm off to eat with your mother," My father muttered, scowl imprinted on his face, "Maybe you should try it, Brittany."

I watched as my brother scurried after him, not before turning around and telling me to get the shuttle back to the fucking villa.

Fuck you, was the only thing going around in my head.

And because I'd been trying to stop vomiting, I had completely forgotten Paulo was standing right next to me, a bewildered yet entirely empathetic look on his face.

He looked around quickly, as if searching for my father and then he turned back to me, placed his hand protectively around my shoulder and began walking back to the room.

"How about breakfast in bed with Santana?"

I'd never wanted to hug a man so much in my life.

...

Santana was arguing with her dad whilst I sat in her bed, oranges and bananas splayed around me. Ohana was slouched next to me and had asked me to peel her an orange since she couldn't do it herself. I didn't want to listen to their argument but it was impossible to ignore Santana repeating , "you had no right to do that," and her dad replying, "this is not the right time, mija."

Ohana snuggled further into me and mumbled something I couldn't quite get.

"What was that, sweetie?" I asked, tapping her nose with a bit of the peel. She giggled.

"They're arguing again." Was what she'd whispered.

I stilled. "Again?"

"Yes," Ohana said matter-of-factly. "They used to do it all the time."

I sighed and bit my lip. Placing Ohana's orange by my side, I turned to her and lay on my side, instructing her to do the same. She did.

"Sometimes, when I want to block out something horrible in real life, I lay down like this on my bed or the floor, or wherever I am, and I put my hands on my ears like this," I put one of her hands on each side of her face, "and I close my eyes tight and think of my favourite colour and my favourite place and my favourite song until all I can hear and see and feel is that."

I opened my eyes after demonstrating and watched Ohana as she did the same. She looked super cute and if I had my phone, I would have taken a picture.

She began humming that song from The Little Mermaid again and it made me smile. So I pulled her closer to me and let her curl into my chest. I kissed her forehead and joined in her humming and it was only when we'd nearly finished the song that I realised Santana was standing at the door way.

I mouthed for her to come over.

She slipped behind Ohana and we sandwiched her in the middle of Santana's bed. She giggled and when Santana started blowing raspberries along her back, she giggled even more.

Paulo's head popped around the door way and I looked at him apologetically. I didn't mean to cause an argument. He shook his head at me and winked a thank you, before turning and closing the door behind him.

When Ohana's giggling had subsided, she jumped up suddenly and fell back onto me. I felt my hipbones jut into her and grimaced at how they cracked. She seemed unfazed however and leant down to kiss my nose. Santana leant over and did the same. And then she kissed my lips. Ohana gasped.

"I knew it!" She squealed jumping up and punching the air. "Rachel!" She screamed, climbing off the bed. "Rachel, you owe me a dollar!"

Santana gasped out a huge "Ha!" before rolling on top of me and burying her face into my neck.

"Mine, mine, mine, mine," She mumbled, peppering kisses all the way up to my face and then all over that too.

I started giggling. "Santana,"

"What?" She giggled back, "I missed you."

I smiled. "I'd only been gone an hour, if that."

"I missed you the moment we fell asleep." She said, pulling her head up and looking into my eyes.

"You're such a sap." I laughed, throwing my arms around her neck.

"And you are such a good kisser," She replied, pressing her lips to mine before I could answer back.

I seemed to melt into her mouth then and if there was anything in this world I thought I could now possibly not live without, it was Santana's kisses.

I'd never moaned so much in my life.

She bit my lip then so I bit hers back before sucking her tongue into my mouth and releasing it with a gentle pop.

"Such a good kisser." She murmured, her eyes still closed.

"Oh, you're wearing glasses." I commented, only just noticing them. "And you're wearing nothing but a shirt and panties, merry fucking christmas to me."

Santana burst out another "ha!" and it made me giggle.

"What?" I asked.

"You make me laugh when you swear."

"That was very English."

"Oh fuck off," She giggled, swatting my face. "Get used to my accent, it's gonna be around forever."

And that made my heart jump. Because I wanted to hear it forever and longer if I could.

"Already used to it,"

She kissed me again then and spending the morning kissing Santana sounded perfect but Rachel waltzed into the room without knocking, with Ohana at her heels and the idea went straight out the window.

"See!" Ohana squeaked, clasping her hands together, "They kiss on the lipsies!"

"Rachel!" Santana barked, lifting up and making my shoulders crack. She noticed instantly and turned around to apologize, panic in her eyes. I bopped her nose and turned to Ohana.

"Britt-Britt is Santana's princess, Rachel, I told you so!" She said, clinging to Rachel's leg. The brunette beamed.

"Santana, you and Brittany are perfect for each other, I am so proud of you." She said.

Santana frowned. "Berry, go back to your room and only come back in to tell me something I don't already know."

Rachel beamed again and scurried back out.

I giggled.

Ohana giggled too.

"Oh!" Rachel said, walking back in, "Quinn's driving us to some stable she's found on the other side of the island. We're going horseback riding!"

"Fuck," Santana said, in her English accent.

I giggled.

She held her finger up at my lips. "Don't even go there."

She shut up when I pulled her finger into my mouth and sucked it right to the top.

...

Quinn was a calm driver. Sitting in the back of the jeep with Santana's hand in mine and Rachel riding shotgun with her arms in the air felt easy, effortless, completely wonderful. I'd never felt this kind of contentment before and with the sun peaking through the ribbons of Santana's hair, turning it slightly bronze and the wind making her eyelashes flutter so beautifully, I knew I was falling in love.

In fact, I think I already had.

And then Quinn turned the music up and The 1975 were playing and Santana seemed to leap out her skin with excitement. I was giggling so hard when she sat up on her knees on the back seat and flew her hands in the air, yelling the lyrics. Rachel was giggling too and when it reached the chorus, she joined in with Santana, flailing her arms about in the front, letting the wind rip through her fingers.

Quinn looked over and smiled at me and I felt so elated I could have died.

My hand was suddenly encased then by Santana's and as Quinn gently turned a corner, she still fell right on top of me, her hands either side of my face and her butt hovering in the air above us.

"Hey," She mouthed.

I giggled.

She began mouthing the lyrics right by my lips and it was all I could do not to reach up and catch mine with hers. I started laughing even more because Santana had his accent down to a T.

I kissed her just before Quinn turned into the stables and marveled in the way Santana seemed to flush from the top of her forehead down to her chest. She smiled at me before heaving herself up and out of the jeep once we'd parked. I quickly followed her, eager to remain by her side.

I'd had to borrow one of Santana's long sleeved t-shirts and for once, wearing someone else's clothes didn't bother me because they smelt of coconuts and coffee and it was staining my skin so fucking beautifully.

"Hey, guys, I'm just going for a piss." Santana said bouncily. She held out her hand for me and Rachel tutted.

"TMI, Santana," said Quinn.

"You guys aren't going to be able to go anywhere without one another, are you?" Said Rachel.

We left the two of them introducing themselves to the riding instructor as we skipped across to the toilets signposted by the office area. The door was creaky as we opened it and for some reason it made me laugh because it reminded me of a scary movie I'd once watched and how if I watched one with Santana, I wouldn't have panic attacks and insomnia for the next two weeks after.

There was only one cubicle and it was so dirty I nearly gagged but Santana slammed the door shut, locked it with one quick swipe of her fingers and had me pinned against the wood in the space of several seconds.

"San," I managed to gasp out as she lifted my legs around her and pressed her lips to my neck.

She sucked my skin so hard, I was sure a mark would already be entirely visible.

(It scared me that I was looking forward to her friends asking me about it later.)

And then she kissed me and I realised this was going to be a thing with her, sneaking off and kissing like this because once her tongue touched mine, I realised how much I'd been starving for her the whole morning.

She must have felt it too.

"Sorry," She whispered heavily, her breathing hard and her glasses twisted on her face. I reached round from her neck and straightened them for her. "You just... You look beautiful this morning."

I felt my heart warm and my chest expand. "Santana,"

She smiled at me and reached up to stroke her thumb under my left eye. "I don't know how I got so lucky on this trip but thank guacamole and tacos that I did because had I not met you, I'm pretty sure I would have died of a thirst I didn't even know needed quenching."

I felt really bad but I couldn't help but laugh. "You're quite the poet when you're crushing on someone, Santana."

She smiled but she seemed to look at a battle with herself. I wanted to reach forward and tell her I loved her but right now, in a dingy, dark and incredibly dusty stable toilet was not the right time.

"I just think you're perfect, Brittany." She whispered, kissing me again. "This is me being insecure but you could so easily be with a guy, I mean there's so many attractive people on this fucking island, yet here you are with me, a girl, and that makes no sense but god, is my heart happy."

"Seriously," I giggled, pressing my finger to her beautiful lips, "Stop."

She smiled against my finger.

"I want you, Santana." I told her, humming slightly when she kissed my finger. "Even if by some weird miracle, there was some guy on this island who I liked, I would always like you more. And sure, I don't know what's going on or how this even happened but all I know is kissing you makes me feel alive and I know it does you, as well." I smiled at her. "And we've been peeing for quite a while now so we should get back."

Santana laughed at that as she put me down and unlocked the door.

...

"Quinn, this was a terrible idea!" Rachel squealed as her pony took its first step onto the beach.

"Rachel," Quinn breathed, clearly exasperated, "You were bugging me about this all week. If you didn't want to come, you should have said before I made reservations last night."

Rachel huffed and then squealed again as her pony sunk deeper into the sand.

"Berry," Santana snapped, kicking her horse to walk along side Rachel's. "Pull yourself the fuck together, you are on a horse, on the beach in the fucking Caribbean with three of the most beautiful, sexy girls in the world. Most people would kill to be in your situation, get your shit together."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I'm not a lesbian, Santana, for the thousandth time."

"Shame," Santana muttered, moving back to walk next to me, "That's a waste of some fine nose game."

Rachel shot round to shoot daggers at Santana but her horse jerked at her sharp movement, pulling her down onto its neck so her face went smacking into it. Santana snorted in surprise, Quinn seemed half concerned, half amused and I simply said, "Fuck."

The instructor jumped off his horse and came over to see if there was any damage. Rachel's nose was red but he promised her it wasn't bleeding or broken.

"I'm so sorry," Santana giggled, not really sounding sorry. "I guess I jinxed you."

Rachel sent her evils. "I'm going to take what you said about my nose as a compliment and I'm going to think that my horse thought it was so beautiful, he wanted to kiss it."

"More like reshape it." Santana murmured under her breath, a smirk still on her face. I slapped her arm and she looked at me like I'd just snapped her heart in half.

Be nice, I mouthed.

She pouted, so I reached across and took her hand. She stopped pouting.

The instructor led us right to the sea front where he helped us remove all the horses' tack. We hung it up on the palm trees and he told us to wash them down we could take them in the ocean. Quinn seemed super excited about this and was in her bikini before the instructor could tell us what to do.

Rachel hopped on the same pony as Quinn, clinging to her back in fear, and together they walked into the blue water, Quinn doing her little screaming laugh when the water splashed right up the two of them and the pony got deep enough to swim.

I was obviously smiling because Santana slipped her arm around my waist protectively and asked if I wanted to join her on her horse. I stilled slightly because I hadn't worn a bikini but Santana said she'd keep her clothes on with me.

(I could not want this girl more.)

And then I had her arms around my waist and my hands holding the reins of a chestnut pony and my feet tickling the splashes of the ocean and if there was a way to hold back my smiling laughter, I wasn't going to look for it.

We swam quite deep and when I leant forward to rub the pony's neck and it turned back and nickered at me, I felt Santana lift her hands underneath my t-shirt and slip them slightly into the front of my jeans and although it was entirely innocent, the burning I felt down my center was unbelievable. She felt me shiver beneath her touch and so as the pony turned back around to the shore, I reached back with my spare hand and took her other hand within it and I knew that we both knew what we both wanted.

Her hand didn't move until we got back to the beach and even then, when she pulled it out before jumping off, she traced her finger so far down my jeans, into my panties, that I'm sure she scraped where I'd only just shaved the night before.

I may as well have been set on fire because from that moment on, the dynamics of what we were doing on this vacation completely changed and I never looked at Santana again without wanting her to touch me like that.

They served a BBQ after the swim and whilst Santana went to apologize to Rachel, Quinn led me to the table with paper plates in our hands.

"There's salad, Britt, if you don't want the meat." She said, lifting a sausage onto her plate.

I smiled and not because she'd offered me the salad but because she'd called me Britt.

"Thanks, Quinn." I said, finding the grated carrot. I looked at the burning chops and the burgers and although I didn't want anything from it, I was actually really hungry and I really did want to eat. So I took another spoonful of carrot, a couple more leaves of lettuce and a whole slice of watermelon.

"Did you enjoy that?" Quinn asked, as we walked back to the towels and sat down.

I could only think of Santana's hand and how I'd really wanted her to go lower.

"Yeah, it was awesome." I replied, biting into my watermelon. "Did you?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Gosh, yes, I've been wanting to do that for so long."

I laughed.

Quinn took a bite of her sausage. She looked really pretty in the afternoon sun and it made me wonder if I'd always meant to find girl's more attractive than guys or whether I'd just stumbled across a really beautiful group of people.

"I feel," Quinn said, swallowing her mouthful, "That since Santana has no friends back home, that I should do the honorary best friend speech with you."

My heart dropped and I frowned at her. She caught it and giggled.

"Don't worry," She said, placing her hand on my knee and rubbing it. "I'm just gonna do what they do in the movies and say if you ever hurt my girl, I will kill you."

I widened my eyes, raised my eyebrows and tried really hard to figure out if she was telling the truth. She said it so smoothly and so nicely with a smile on her face that she almost looked like an angelic serial killer.

"Um, I won't." I mumbled, stuffing more watermelon in my mouth.

Quinn laughed again. "I don't really mean that. I mean, if you hurt her, I won't be impressed but if anyone's going to hurt, it'll be Santana doing the hurting."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I asked, wiping my mouth.

Quinn turned to look at me inquisitively. She bit her lip. Before she answered, she turned to look at Santana trying to waft away the smoke from the BBQ from Rachel's face. I smiled.

"Santana has trouble expressing her feelings." Quinn settled for.

I felt my stomach drop again. "And that. Her dad said that to me too."

Quinn turned back to me. "I think she had a really rough time after her mom died. I don't think she let her dad grieve properly because her pain was accidentally too demanding."

I thought about Quinn's words and wondered if all pain is demanding on everyone else.

"I mean, christ, the woman died right in front of her." Quinn said, shaking her head as if she too felt Santana's pain. I guess she did in some way. "The year my sister died, I got pregnant."

I coughed on my watermelon. Quinn giggled.

"Is it so hard to believe?" She smirked, pointing at her belly. "I have abs. Used to."

A grin formed on my face and I managed to splutter out, "You look good, Quinn."

She smiled her thanks before her face turned sober again. "Yeah, I was a little shit for my parents after losing a kid, they gained another one. Sort of."

I laughed at her logic.

"No, honestly, they were amazing. I think had my sister still been alive, they might have chucked me out or something, but once they realised I wasn't going to keep her, they kind of chilled out about it." She looked sad for a second and I slipped my arm to her back.

"Where is she now?" I asked. "Your baby?"

She bit her lip and looked to be fighting back tears. I rubbed her back harder.

"I was pregnant when we all went on vacation the first time. We went on safari and Rachel was the most helpful, amazing person whilst we were away. But god, she was this annoying little brat with knee high socks and a squawky voice and Santana couldn't stand her." She smiled at a memory. "We'd only known each other for about a week when we were all sat around a fire. Our parents had all gone to bed and at this point, there were quite a few other kids with us but Rachel, Puck and Santana, they just seemed to stand out to me. As did blessed Kurt and Sam. And Puck was talking to me about how I'd got pregnant and suddenly he said, 'I want to be there when your baby's born,' and Rachel agreed and then I guess Santana sort of did too. In her own quiet way."

I smiled so wide, I thought my cheeks were going to fall off. Quinn's cheeks pinked and she smiled too and the laughter coming from Santana and Rachel behind us made her smile even more.

"So we get home and we all miss each other so much." She continued, looking out to sea. "We'd got so close during the two week vacation and being without them was like removing a piece that finally fit. Then I went into labour and I live in Georgia, so getting Puck from Charlotte and Rachel and Santana from New York in time was nearly impossible but lucky for Puck, my labour was over five hours and Beth popped out just as he walked through the door."

I gasped and smiled. "The dude's a hero. What about San and Rachel?"

Quinn grinned reminiscently. "They turned up soon after. And as we were all cuddling her, Rachel tells me her mom wants to adopt and even though I'd never met the woman, knowing she was a part of Rachel meant there was no question. So she's now Beth Corcoran and she lives in New York, so I visit her when I visit Rach and San."

Quinn had a huge story to tell and in this moment, I'd never felt luckier to be a part of it.

"You're a beautiful person, Quinn." I told her, squeezing her arm.

"As are you, Brittany." She replied, smiling back. She motioned behind her and added, "This one definitely seems to think so."

I grinned at the mention of Santana. "Yeah, she's perfect."

Quinn chuckled. "Maybe."

I inhaled deeply. "What about you and Puck then? Are you guys together or...?"

Quinn snorted and sipped her water. "I love Puck to death but the guy wouldn't know a relationship if it slapped him in his balls."

I laughed at that and felt Santana turn to look at me from behind. I turned around and caught her eyes and she winked at me. Blushing, I grinned and Santana grinned right back.

"Maybe you should give it a go," I said to Quinn, turning back round to her.

"What do you mean?" She asked, finishing her salad and wiping her hands daintily on her legs.

"Well, maybe Puck does love you, he just has a different way of showing it."

She frowned at me like she was studying something and using my face as a projector. "But being in love with someone is entirely different to just loving them. Puck loves me. He'll put his arms around me and hug me good morning. He'll make me breakfast and we'll go on runs together. But he would never look at me and want to kiss me under the moon on an empty beach. He wouldn't take my hand in the car whilst we drive to MacDonald's at midnight and he definitely wouldn't want to sleep with me, when I've already pushed a baby out my massively gaping vagina."

We both giggled then as I said, "It was all so romantic until the very end,"

Quinn shook her head and rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Story of my life."

I hummed my amusement and gave her my best serious face. "Have you ever tried any of those things with Puck?" I asked.

She looked at me like I was crazy. "God no, the rejection would be terrible."

"See!" I squealed, splashing both of us with my watermelon. I apologized and wiped it off her arm. "You do love him, Quinn, so maybe you should just lay it all out there and... and be vulnerable."

She looked at me then through her hazel eyes and I swear she was telling me just the same thing, it was almost chilling. And if there was one word to describe Quinn it would be haunting because there's a moment when her eyes change from hazel to grey and her lip quivers and she looks like she's about to drown in something that isn't her own pain and every time I see it happen, I am convinced she feels her friend's pain more than she feels her own.

And I've never seen a loyalty like it. Especially when she looks just like your average cheerleading mean girl who tries to be too perfect.

Quinn wasn't perfect. Quinn was flawless.

"There should be more people like you in this world, Brittany." She surprised me by saying because I was about to say it to her. "It's like you see things from a completely different angle but that angle makes total sense." She shrugged. "You're refreshing."

I smiled because Santana had said that too.

"You guys are so different from everyone I know back home." I told her, scooping some carrot onto my fork. "You're all kind of real and open and the kind of people I really needed, I guess."

Quinn smiled. "I'm glad you met Santana."

"Me too."

"How do you fancy joining all the families for dinner tonight on the beach?" She asked, the wind blowing her hair out of her eyes. "I'm sure Santana will ask you as well but I thought I might as well. It will be really fun, the resort have got a band playing and Santana loves playing the piano and the guitar as you probably already know, so you can join us in listening to her sing."

Nodding my head, I grinned and told Quinn I would be there. I wanted nothing more than to spend an evening surrounded by these people.

...

Arriving back to a quiet house was nothing new to me but arriving back to my father, my mother, my granny, my sister and my brother all waiting in the kitchen for me was definitely new. This never happened back home and it had never happened before any of this even started. So seeing them all waiting there in this deathly eerie silence made my heart shoot out my chest.

My father was the first to speak.

"Brittany, where have you been?"

It was cold. Sharp. So incredibly bitter. I held myself back from asking why he cared so much.

"Out." I replied, still really confused. "I was with my friends."

"Friends?" My mother suddenly said, mockingly. She flicked her short blonde hair behind her shoulder and tutted. "Brittany, these people aren't your friends. They are reckless, daring, nasty teenagers who want nothing more than to-"

"Karen!" My granny cut her off. For once, I looked at her with gratitude.

My mother shook her head and sucked on her teeth.

"Brittany," My father continued, "You are to go get changed into one of your best dresses because we have dinner tonight with Mr Gonzalez and you are not to make us late."

I panicked. My heart flew to the floor, my wrists ached and ached and my hands clammed up. "Father, no, I have dinner with everyone tonight, I can't go with you."

"Oh, Brittany, it wasn't a question." He simply said, turning to pour himself a drink. "Now go get changed."

There was no way I was having dinner with the manager, he knew us, he knew me, he didn't need to see me again when I could be spending time with people who didn't have to pretend to like me.

"No, I don't want to go to dinner with you all tonight." I said, ignoring how my voice was breaking.

"Britt," My brother warned, "We haven't seen you this whole vacation, we'd appreciate it if you joined us for dinner."

"Yeah," My sister piped in, rolling her eyes sarcastically, "Tommy doesn't even realise I have a sister, she spends so little time with us."

I shot her evils. "But none of you notice!" I breathe, the panic in my chest refusing to go. I didn't want to think of how I was getting more anxious and more worked up by the second so I tried to focus on Santana's face and pretend her hand was in mine but it only made it worse and if I didn't scream soon, I was sure I would completely erupt. "You have never cared where I've been ever in your life and suddenly you've decided to care when I've finally found people I love and want to spend time with!"

I knew I wasn't making any sense but I was so upset and so angry that trying to form proper sentences about how I feel wasn't going to be possible.

"Brittany, how dare you." My mother said, lowly, her eyes turning serious. "We have done nothing but care for you and look after you, especially in these last three years when you've just been dreadful and completely selfish and here you are again being delightfully selfish, well how about tonight, you learn how to be part of a family and think of other people first."

My mouth dropped to the ground. "Where is this coming from?" I almost wailed. "I have tried so hard to keep my problems away from you all because I don't want to be a hindrance since I know that we are all too aware I am completely different from you all! You don't care at all about me, you never have, I have always just been the extra on the side and I've always had to do things for myself. When have you ever shown me you care?"

"Have you seen the house that we live in?" My mother yelled. "Have you seen the clothes we dress you in? Have you seen the bedroom you sleep in? Have you not stopped to think of the cars we drive and the school we've sent you to and the endless amounts of money we've spent to try and get you to go to a good college and then you don't even go? Brittany, you have no idea what your father and I have done for you."

I felt my blood boil because whilst I was aware I lived a privileged life, I was also completely too aware of it and it made me uncomfortable because it was all my family thought was needed to make someone happy.

"I don't care about any of those things!" I screamed, wondering whether I was crossing a line. "I would rather be homeless, naked, uneducated and without a job if it meant that I was fucking happy!"

There was silence then and I knew I shouldn't have sworn but it just came out and I couldn't have stopped it. I was so mad and upset.

My father put his drink down to look at me, my sister looked at my granny in mutual disgust and my brother was looking frantically around the room as if he didn't want to be there.

My mother raised her eyebrow at me. "See what your 'friends' have done to you?"

There was silence for a while and whilst there were so many things I wanted to tell my parents in this moment, none of them were coming out my mouth. I felt like Harry Potter when he's in that room trying to find the right key as they all swirl around him. There were too many things to say and not enough space to say them.

"This man, Brittany," My father cocked his fat head at me. "Mr Paulo Lopez."

My heart literally sank.

"He runs a bakery in New York."

I gulped. Where was this going?

My father swirled his drink around and continued. "He tells me he lives with his two daughters in Brooklyn and they 'get by' just fine."

He shook his head in disgust as my mother snorted. "A bakery? Well, I'm not surprised his wife left him."

All I could see was red. I wanted to slap her with both her chicken cutlets.

"His wife is dead, mother." I spat, my fists clenched and my jaw so tight, I was surprised I could talk. "His wife died of cancer four years ago, not everything is all about money."

She cocked her perfectly threaded eyebrow at me. "Well, that was a lucky escape for her."

I gasped in shock and in pain. I could not believe this was my family.

"Brittany, you are not to hang around with them any more." My father demanded, finishing his drink.

"Both him and his daughter have tattoos and more than likely the youngest isn't even her sister. It's probably one of those teenage pregnancies you hear so much of these days." My granny added, waving her hand in the air.

"And what's so wrong with that?" I questioned, feeling the need to protect Quinn.

She looked at me as if I really needed that explaining.

"This is unbelievable." I muttered, staring up at the ceiling and thinking of the way Santana wrapped my wrists up for me since my mother wasn't going to do it and how her dad had made me breakfast in bed since my father wasn't going to offer and how Quinn opened up to me today when I knew nothing at all about my family whatsoever.

And they knew nothing about me.

"Santana's dad owns a chain of bakeries around the world, he doesn't just work at one." I argued, hating how it was like this mattered when it didn't even a little bit.

"Brittany, get changed."

I looked at my father and for a moment I was terrified of him again. Terrified that I would be banned from the garden or forbidden to use the swimming pool. Terrified that he would force me to college and I would end up even more lost and confused. So for a second, I was prepared to run around and do as he said but then I remembered the way Santana kissed me on the rocks last night and how she cried and how I didn't know why she'd cried and I remembered the things her dad had told me that morning and the way I'd felt driving in the car with Quinn and Rachel and nothing was ever going to make me lose this piece of happiness I'd taken so long to find.

I needed Santana and I was sure she needed me too. I needed her family and I needed her friends and there were parts of them that all needed me and I would be damned if I let my overweight, money driven father get in the way of that.

So I looked him dead in the eye and I said, "No."

He slammed his drink on the counter and for the first time, it didn't make me jump.

"Brittany, we are the Pierce's and we have a reputation to uphold!" He shouted, his face growing tomato red. "You will not be seen with The Lopez's or anyone else for that matter, do you understand?"

I kept my look in his eye and I said, "Daddy."

His eyes did not budge.

So I said, "Why is it so important you spend time with me tonight?"

He didn't answer, so I carried on.

"Tonight's dinner will go the same as it always has. Mr Gonzalez will have his chef cook us mango marinated Mahi Mahi and you will tell him once again how equisite it is. You will talk about how development work on the resort is going and everyone else will just sit there and pretend to listen and laugh when they're supposed to and I will sit there thinking that's just how families work."

I take a breath quickly and try and grasp what it is I'm trying to say to my father since the look he was giving me was making my brain think I was pointless and nothing I was saying was true.

"But we never talk to each other. Even when we have dinner as just us, you will all sit there in silence and if anyone says anything, it will be about the bloody food. I don't know any of you and you definitely don't know me, so why must I be there tonight?" I question, my hands falling to my sides like defeated bows and arrows.

My family look at me like I'm talking Spanish.

(In that moment, I really wish I was.)

I took a deep breath and turned to my mother. "I mean, the other day, Santana bandaged my wrists for me, since I'd used too much up trying to do it myself. Did you know you were supposed to be doing that for me?" I looked to my sister. "Did you know that I'm also a national street dance champion? Yes, three times." I hiccuped slightly and forced the next one down, turning back to my father. "Did you also know that what I hate the most is how we are finally talking to one another, yet all you can hear is the cries of your possibly sinking reputation as it slips down the goddamn drain? Father, we don't even know anyone here that will even begin to think less of you just because you have a daughter who hangs around with a Latina family." I watched as my father swallowed thickly. "Maybe you should be more concerned with what they'll think of you having a daughter who spends no time at all with her own."

His breath shook as he inhaled and I could feel the rest of my family praying to be in a different room than this one.

"You've never cared in your life about what I'm doing or who I'm with. You sent me to boarding school for crying out loud, you have no idea who I was friends with there. And even now, when you're randomly springing it on me, I am still so sorry that you have me in your family because I am so much more than aware of how problematic I am."

My father pops his drink next to the sink and walks up to me.

"Get changed." He growls, his teeth clanking together. "Now."

I stare straight ahead as he brushes past me and walks out of the room.

...

The manager's private villa is at the very top of the hill - even higher than ours. He has a balcony that I always thought looked like the front of Titanic. I'd always lift my arms up to the sky and pretend to be Rose and wonder if I was ever going to have a Jack.

And now I did and I wasn't even allowed to see her.

I was sat at the dinner table, wearing a black dress I had every intention of burning and glaring at the mahi-mahi served in front of me. I hated the way it mocked me. I was starving but I was starving for Santana.

Not mahi-mahi.

My mother was sat next to me, ignoring me and it somehow comforted me that her body language was normal again.

My father was opposite me and every time his conversation with Mr Gonzalez finished, he would look at me pointedly and mouth, eat.

I wanted to slap him.

My brother came to sit on my other side and looked at me apologetically. I turned away.

"Britt, I'm sorry about earlier," He whispered.

"No you're not." I spat back.

"We perhaps handled it the wrong wa-"

"Raymond, you've banned me from people who make me feel fucking normal, how would that make you feel?"

He hushed me whilst looking around to check our parents weren't listening. I crossed my arms over my chest and let the goosebumps appear when the breeze blew over us.

"Are you cold?" He asked, stupidly.

"Freezing." I replied.

"Do you want to go back?" He questioned, pointing down to our villa.

"If I'm not with my friends, I don't give a shit about where else you put me."

He sighed. "How about I cover for you?"

I turned to him doubtfully. "Raymond, they're not letting me out of their sight."

"I'll say you don't feel well." He said, as if it was a flawless plan. "Just don't spend too long with your friends."

I stood up then but because I was so urgent, my parents looked over and told me to sit back down. I wanted desperately to say no but Mr Gonzalez was looking at me expectantly, so I hastily mumbled, "Sorry, I feel terrible, I'm gonna go home."

He smiled his warm smile and I thought how ironic it was that he was Latina too yet here my father was eating dinner with him. What my father did for reputation.

"Raymond, go with her." My father ordered.

I smirked.

I hadn't been able to contact Santana and tell her I wouldn't be there, so if I turned up now, I'd just look rude. So back at the villa, Raymond stayed with me whilst I called down to Valerie and asked her to tell Santana I was okay and sorry I couldn't make it. When I hung up, my brother told me he was sorry again and offered to stall our parents for as long as possible. As soon as he was gone, I took off my dress and then my bra and I walked out to the infinity pool.

It was warm from the day's sun when I stepped in and it made my body tingle. I took one look at the edge, marveled in the way it felt to have water encasing my naked chest and sunk my head below the surface.

The relief was instant.

It was quiet and especially because it was dark, I felt engulfed in nothing but warmth and safety. I was safe. I was so safe and it made my heart calm right down. When I felt my lungs tightening, I rose to the surface, cooled my face with the night air, inhaled and slipped back under again. It was a drug I'd never get over.

But then when I rose again, Santana was standing there, in black lace underwear, her long hair draped across her shoulders.

I was instantly turned on and instantly relieved she was here.

She stepped into the pool slowly, teasingly, as if she was trying to get used to the temperature. Her eyes didn't leave mine, even when she slipped underwater to swim her way to me. And then when she resurfaced inches from my body, she drew herself up to my face like a fucking mermaid and slung her arms around my waist. I wiped the water off her cheeks and her eyes and her hands ran up my back to my shoulders to pull me in.

It was then she realised I wasn't wearing a bra.

Her fingernails scratched their way down to the small of my back and she clawed a little there, pushing my hips into her own, the water resting just under our boobs. I felt her as she leant her forehead against mine, her breathing erratic like she'd just been running.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" She whispered hard, her chest heaving up and down.

"No," I replied quickly, shaking my head and grasping the back of her neck. "Just kiss me."

So she did and it was like we'd been apart for years and although it seemed severely dramatic, somehow being this way with Santana felt totally right. I really did feel like I hadn't kissed her in years.

Her hands wavered all over my back where my bra should have been and as she pulled me closer, I brought my hands round to her front and unclasped her own. She brought her lips back a touch where I could taste her sweet breath on my lips and I knew she was telling me I didn't have to. So I leant forward, took her bottom lip between my teeth and pulled her bra off her shoulders. Her hair was wet, but both sides seemed to cover her boobs completely and I was sure no one had ever looked so remarkable.

I don't even know how she got here but I was so happy that she was. She seemed to appear out of no where and like a guardian angel or something equally as protective, here she was, all black lace underwear and olive skin, making me feel nervous and beautiful all at the same time.

She lifted the hair off my neck and pulled it over to my right side. I let go of her lip and she whined, grabbing mine this time and lifting me up so my legs were around her waist. She pushed me against the wall at the back of the pool and ground so hard into me, I thought I was going to collapse. It was like my body was doing the talking and I had no control over anything - like my arms knew when to hook round her neck and my legs knew when to curl around hers.

(like we'd been made to write this story together.)

My hands had always been made to touch Santana.

Her kisses went to my neck then and I smirked at how I was going to have more than one hickey now. She sucked so hard, I saw the stars dance above us and when she moaned my name into my skin, I pulled her closer with my legs. Her breath hitched so desperately, I felt ecstatic.

"Santana," I whispered, bringing her head back up to me and kissing her again. She drew her tongue all over my lips and when I caught it, sucked it and swallowed her into my mouth, I whispered again, "make love to me."

She paused, as did my brain, kept her lips millimeters from mine and loosened her grab on my neck. For a moment, I thought she was going to back out or something because I'd inadvertently admitted I loved her but then I thought maybe she was going to stop because she was scared of love and scared of feelings and I was finally seeing what her dad and Quinn were telling me about.

And I panicked because I didn't even know if I was ready for this yet. I didn't know if I was ready to let myself be that vulnerable in front of Santana because she was so beautiful and I wasn't - not even a little bit compared to her.

But then she stuck her tongue out, traced my bottom lip and continued right down my neck, along my collarbone and right down until her whole mouth was encasing my left nipple.

I don't think I've ever groaned like that in my life. And I knew then that I was okay with this - I couldn't stop her or myself even if I tried.

"Fuck, Santana," I gasped, leaning my head back and thinking if anything happened to me now, I would die happy.

She sucked so gently on it, you'd think she wasn't even there. But I felt her. I felt her so much, it was almost overwhelming, so much so that I couldn't take one moment more without telling her how I felt.

"Santana," I breathed, my head tilting back once more. She cupped my right boob in her palm and squeezed it softly, as her tongue made its way back up to my mouth. "Santana," I tumbled into her mouth when she reached me. "Santana, I love you."

She grabbed my hair at the nape of my neck, pulled it back and moaned so hard against my neck, I thought maybe she had already come. It was so intense and if there was a way a person could feel so much all at once, it was the two of us right now. Pulling my head back to hers, I saw the tiniest frown on her face like she'd done something wrong and I wanted to kiss it away because nothing she had done to me so far felt wrong in any way at all. I leant forward but she pulled back and smiled a little.

My heart jumped the smallest beat.

"Brittany," She whispered, her hold on my neck dominant and her cup on my boob turning to finger caressing. "I have been in love with you since the moment I first laid eyes on you; I will make love to you for as long as you'll have me."

She then possessively grabbed the wall behind us and pushed herself even harder into me, loosening her grip on my neck and bringing that hand round to cup my cheek so she could kiss me again. Gently. I reached down to grab her ass and she moaned into my mouth. My hands were scratching up and down her back and although I didn't want to hurt her, the way she was touching my boob was making it impossible to stay still.

She could tell, I think, because she strongly lifted me onto the pool edge, so I was sat down with my legs still in the water. I felt my heart rate rapidly increase as I watched her split my legs and bring her lips to the insides of my left thigh. My head fell back on its own accord and all I could do was sit there, my hands leaning behind me and my eyes closed because I swear lips could never feel as good as Santana's did.

Her hands traced up my calves whilst she kissed further and further into me and just as she reached my panties, she brought her palms to the poolside in between my legs and reached herself up, just like that. And still balancing on the side, she leant forward and caught my lips with hers, taking my tongue and turning it into a masterpiece.

She pulled out further from the water, so I scooted a little way back and lay down. I brought her on top of me, her body drenched from the pool and split her legs so she was straddling my left thigh, my heart beating so fast it was going to fly out of my ribs and land in the ocean. The feel of her pushing against me there was undeniably sexy, so when I rose my leg just the tiniest bit and she whined into my mouth, I'd never felt more incredible. And she pushed against me the whole time we kissed and she pushed harder when I brought my hands onto her ass and when I dragged them up along her back to her hair, she never once stopped pushing - like she couldn't help it. It was by far the hottest thing I'd ever experienced.

"Santana, you're so gorgeous." I breathed, as she captured my nipple again, her back dipping into me and her neck rising above my chest. Her long, thick tongue flattened against my boob and she dragged it right across to the other one, like she couldn't decide which one to suck first.

Maybe she couldn't.

When she found my lips again, she brought her face up and looked right into my eyes. They looked almost black in this light, like a werewolf or something and it made my lower belly explode with heat. They were half drawn, like she was drunk and in love.

She was the single sexiest thing I had ever encountered.

"You are the most beautiful person, Brittany." She said, her eyes full of sincerity. "You are so fucking beautiful."

And I believed her.

So I lifted her hair off one side of her neck and brought it over to the other. She was watching me as I did this and from where I was so nervously turned on, my palms were shaking, so she brought one of them to her lips and kissed it right in the middle. With the kiss still lingering, I whispered, "lift up," and she did, her breasts falling right above my eyes.

And there was her piercing.

I leant forward, completely captivated by it, and pulled it into my mouth, humming at the clink it made against my teeth. Santana moaned so loud, I thought half the resort must have heard.

I smirked and moaned with her, right against her nipple. The vibrations made her shiver and if I could have captured a sound, it would have been the way she dropped her jaw so goddamn invitingly and sighed my name right into the stars.

And watching her face as I cupped her boob and she pushed against my thigh, was like watching the sunrise. There were so many colors, I didn't know where to look first.

She was perfect and she was painting herself all over me.

I felt her goosebumps suddenly against my hands so I whispered, "are you cold?"

"No baby," She instantly replied, leaning herself down and kissing me. She brought my hands over my head and interlocked her right fingers with them. I shivered as she trailed her left hand down from my neck, over my nipple, and down to my stomach where she paused and said, "I love you," and my tummy had never felt so flat in all it's life.

Her hand then continued its trail until it reached where it had gone earlier that day. My breath hitched because more than anything, I wanted Santana to touch me there.

"Please," I found myself begging and it was so uncharacteristic, I nearly laughed. "Santana,"

She smirked above me and kissed me so hard, I couldn't work out where my tongue ended and hers began. And just as I felt her fingers about to touch me down there, she lifted her lips from mine and asked, "is this okay?"

And I growled back, "fucking touch me already,"and I don't even know where it came from.

And when I finally felt her fingers on me, a surge of butterflies flew straight out of my lower belly and into her palm and it was like she felt it too since she cupped me there like I was the most precious stone in existence. She was making me whine like no time before and if there hadn't been a floor beneath us, I was sure we would have been falling.

With her lips on my neck and her hand between my legs, I was scratching her back like it held a thousand secrets beneath it When I sucked her nipples, she was moaning even louder than I was and we were sure the whole world could hear how we were making each other feel. Then she slipped her fingers inside me and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe because I'd never once been touched like this in my life and having her hands down there - a girl I'd only known just over a week - felt so forbidden and so naughty and so fucking right.

"Santana, fuck," I breathed, pulling my hands through her hair and kissing her.

And then she started pushing against my leg again like she couldn't get enough of me and with every curl of her fingers inside me, she pushed a little harder and half my heart flew out my chest and straight into her hands.

She kissed me as our rhythm created a sort of breathy melody and even though her lips were slipping against my jaw line and my teeth kept nipping hers, we found a harmony that worked for us and it really did not take long for my hips to start canting into hers like someone else was controlling my body.

Maybe Santana was.

"Fuck," Santana whined into my jaw, licking me there. "I lo- fuck, Britt..."

I could feel my walls cling to her fingers and the feeling of being unwrapped right in the palm of her hand was so overwhelming that I felt Santana's hands shaking within me.

And then she pushed so hard against my leg, I couldn't tell whether the pool water fell there or her. It made me heart moan as well as me.

My chest was heaving and so was hers and once the feeling had subsided slightly, I brought my arms from behind my head and tilted her chin up from where she had moaned above my chest.

"Hey, San, are you okay?" I asked softly.

She smiled weakly at me, her eyes crinkling beautifully in the corners. I felt her remove her fingers from between my legs and it made me bite my lip. She smiled even bigger at that and went to trail her fingers back up my legs, my stomach and my chest, leaving a long, wet line. And then she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked the two fingers she had used right into her mouth and I nearly came all over again.

"Fuck." I said.

Santana took my hand from beneath her chin and interlocked our fingers. "You," She said, looking from one eye to the other. "You are amazing. I don't know what just happened but I've never felt anything like that before, I just know that... I just know that I love you. So much."

My eyes softened and my heart beat faster. The look in her eyes was amazing and I wanted to bottle it. Without wasting another moment, I reached up, grabbed her neck and kissed her and fuck, was it so good kissing Santana.

"You are so mine." I said, into her lips.

"God, yes," Santana replied, melting into my mouth. "And you... you are so mine."

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