The rating has been changed to M so take that as you will.

Of course when you get to New York, things aren't easy. You've only been back from Lima for three days and Brittany gets served. You look over the papers with her and find that Richie is suing her for the money she got selling the house. Not for custody of his daughter. The money from selling the fucking house. It's taking a lot out of you not to track him down and kick his ass.

Brittany sighs heavily, "I already used most of it to pay for Emily's school."

You look questioningly at her, "Does she go to school at Harvard?"

"Since I had the money I paid her tuition for the next three years," Brittany states, "It's a hard school to get into and I only go her in because my director's son goes there and he recommended us. It's right next to the studio. All her friends are there. I don't want to have to move her."

You check the time and rub your eyes, "I'll call the attorney tomorrow."

When you do, you have to pay him five hundred bucks for him just to talk to you and look over the papers. When he's done, he tells you that you need to produce the note that Richie left Brittany and if not you're probably going to have to court, which will cost a whole lot more.

Brittany says that she may still have the note but she may not. You have some money saved up, but not enough to fight an entire legal battle. The answer presents itself a few days later.

Two thousand dollars for sex. That definitely seemed like an excessive amount of money to pay for sex. You'd heard that girls downtown would do it for twenty bucks and a rock. This guy must really, really want you and be really, really wealthy.

You sit on the bed and drop your head in your hands. That would certainly help in the legal battle Brittany's going to have with Richie.

Brittany asks from the door, "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, "Nothing."

"Something is wrong," she accuses and moved to the bed to sit down next to you.

You shake your head in a weak attempt to placate her. You know she'll see right through. It may have been years but she still knows you like you never parted.

"Santana."

You sigh, avoiding her eyes, "I could get some money to help with the lawyer."

She pauses like she knows she's not going to like the answer, "How?"

"There's a guy who wants me to..." you trail off gesturing vaguely to the bed.

Her eyes nearly bug out, "No." She stands up and looks down at you. She looks completely appalled.

You blink because you're not sure you've ever seen that look on Brittany before, "What?"

"No," she states with finality, "You're not going to have sex for money."

You sigh, "It's two thousand dollars."

"It doesn't matter. No."

Irrational anger that you're so good at producing comes out, "You have no say in who I sleep with. If I want to do it and buy a fucking kilo of coke and bury my fucking face in it I will." You stand up and cross your arms. You'd never, ever hit her, but you're clenching your fists in anger.

Her eyes start watering and you fight to keep your fighting stance. She puts her hands on your crossed arms, "No you won't Santana. You're better than that."

Her words are low and calm and they strike you so hard that you're stunned. You sit back down and shake your head, "I'm not."

"Yes you are-"

"I'm a fucking stripper Brittany. I take off my clothes so that perverted men will put money in my fucking g-string. No I don't think I'm better than that." You drop your head in your hands again.

She sits down and puts her arms around you, "I know you are."

With a heavy sigh, you shake your head, "You don't know anything about me." You know that's a lie. You're just mad and hurt and deflecting. You know this.

"I know everything about you."

You pull away from her and mutter, "Fuck you."

She doesn't hesitate to answer with "I love you."

Those words are the scariest words you've ever heard her say. It feels like your heart has sped up so fast it's stopped. You're shaking when you stand from the bed. You want to go over to her and sweep her up in your arms; tell her you've never stopped loving her. You want to but you don't. You don't deserve to after everything that's happened. You'll taint the beautiful blonde that you've loved since you can remember. You're poisonous and she's open, willing to let you and your poison in. You won't allow it. She deserves more, better.

You grab your coat out of the closet and quickly walk out the door.

You kick the ground around the corner from your dealer. Your back is pressed against the building and you can hear him talking. The money is trapped tightly in your fist that's jammed in your coat pocket. All you have to do is walk up to him and give home the money. You'll have your blow and that will be that.

But you think of the other things you can do with that money. The kid would love the Natural History Museum. Or you could get Brittany's favorite dinner on the way home. Or you could pick up that building set that the kid's been wanting. Every penny should in reality be going toward the lawyer.

You huff and turn on your heel. You can't do it. You're responsible now for both of them whether you like it or not. Brittany could take care of herself and the kid but you don't want them scraping by. They deserve to be happy.

You pick up dinner on the way back and are greeted by Brittany and Emily sitting at the table coloring together. Brittany looks at you questioningly and you half-heartedly hold up a bag filled with Chinese food. Emily sits at the table with her food finishing the page while you and Brittany lean awkwardly in the kitchen on opposite counters.

She keeps looking at you and you keep looking away. You just pick at your chow mien and stare at the counter.

"San?" You look up at Brittany who is done eating. She takes a deep breath, "I know you want to help but... I don't want you to do that. Not for me."

You close the box you were eating out of and stick it in the refrigerator, not looking at her, "It's not for you."

"I know you care about her but... " Brittany sighs, "Fine. You do it but that's only half of what we need. I'll get the other half."

You narrow your eyes at her and ask, "How?"

She shrugs, "Probably the same way you do it." Then she turns to the counter to get a glass down.

The idea completely disgusts you. "Hell no, you're not."

She fills up the glass with water and takes a sip before nonchalantly shrugging, "Why not?"

You glance at the table to make sure Emily isn't listening. When you see that she's not you take a step closer to Brittany and lower your voice, "I know what you're trying to do. It's completely different. Your worth so much more than-"

She cuts you off, "Than you?"

"Exactly." you huff and grab your jacket, " I'm going out."

"Santana," Brittany sighs and grabs your arm. You shrug her off and open the door.

"Where are you going?" Emily asks, standing at your feet with her empty takeout box in hand.

You sigh and know you're not going anywhere now, "I thought I heard someone at the door." You close it. "Are you done?" you ask lifting the box from her hand.

She nods.

You watch her yawn and then tell her, "Go get ready for bed."

"Will you sing to me?"

Her voice is so soft that you almost don't hear it, "Hmm?"

"Brittany told me about a time you sang to her. About a bird? Please?" She hugs your waist.

You sigh heavily and look at Brittany who is blushing and busying herself with the dishes. "Sure. Go change and brush your teeth."

After Emily is changed and in bed, you sit down on the floor next to her bed and start to sing. You get a few verses in and Emily falls asleep.

You walk into the living room to see Brittany standing by the sink, on her phone. "I'm sure she'd love to…yeah…awesome…okay bye." When she hangs up, she spots you looking at her. She gives you an unsure smile, "Uh, that was Quinn. Her nieces are going to spend the night at her house and Emily's going to spend the night too."

"When?" you ask.

"Friday," Brittany says.

You nod. That's going to be an interesting night. Just Brittany with no Emily. You're going to have to think of something to do to stay out of the apartment.

She tilts her head, "You know it would be the perfect time to go out on a date."

You can't help, but smile every time she asks you out on a date. She finds ways to interject her little proposals into conversations and you have to give it to her. She's persistent.

You shake your head and she just smiles back. As you're standing there for a moment, an idea strikes you. "I'm going to go call my mom."

"What-why?" she asks, following you into the bedroom where you retrieve your phone.

"You know that college fund that I never used?" you ask, falling back onto the bed.

She nods and sits down at the foot of the bed.

"Well, let's hope that my parents didn't use it to buy a boat," you say and call your mom.

It's awkward on the phone with her for the first few minutes, but soon you get around to the point. She tells you that they haven't touched your college fund and you're welcome to it. You ask her if there's any way to just change the name on the account so that the college fund belongs to Emily Pierce. It doesn't make sense but both your mother and Brittany get choked up at the same time. You can't imagine why.

Your mom tells you that she sent Emily something in the mail and it should be arriving in a few days. You wonder what it is, but she has to go before you can ask. She tells you that she'll call you back after she's switched the names around and then you can withdraw from the account when you need it.

"Well," you put the phone down, "That's taken care of."

Brittany crawls up the bed next to you and slides her arm around your waist. She kisses you cheek and squeezes you against her. "You're so sweet."

"Uh…" you stutter out, "Thanks."

"I love you Santana," she kisses you cheek again before getting off of the bed.

It's finally Friday. Brittany went to work and you've been catching up on sleep. It's nice. You woke up a few times, but always managed to get back to sleep.

You hear the door open and roll over only for a second to make sure you're not being robbed. You hear the clank and rustle of Brittany's purse on the floor by the front door. You guess it's almost time for you to surrender the bed. It's times like these where you wish you actually had a decent couch.

You hear the squeak of the bedroom door swing open, but no footsteps follow. You roll onto your back to see what she's doing. That's when you hear the whoosh of her coat as it falls to the floor. Her eyes lock onto yours as she quickly shimmies out of her dance pants and starts to crawl onto the bed.

You blink twice before moving to get up and give her the bed, but you feel your hips pressed down into the mattress and when you look up, her eyes make your whole body freeze up. The hand on your hip moves to plant itself next to your shoulder.

Her face nears yours, but you can't move. Not because you're physically trapped, but because the intense gaze she affixed to you has rendered your muscles useless.

Your eyes finally flutter shut, but a split-second too late because her breath glides over your lips. You can feel the heat from her lips that are less than a whisper away from yours.

But she doesn't move forward.

She's waiting for you to move and you clench your fists in an attempt to fight it. You feel yourself moving into her because you can't stop yourself. You always have found a contentment and an extreme excitement in Brittany's kisses. Once your lips touch, she takes over gently massaging your lips with her own. It's completely gentle and tender. Your brain is screaming for this to stop, but you can't. You crossed a line that you can't uncross.

She rolls onto her back and move in tandem with her, finding yourself on top of her. Her hands find the hem of your shirt and sneak under it. Then she drags her fingers down her back, hard enough for you to feel it, but soft enough so that it was still sweet. When your hand finally finds some of her skin, her hands are cupping your ass. She gives you a firm squeeze and you let out a deep moan.

She rolls you back over and flicks her tongue over your bottom lip. Jesus this girl knows everything that turns you on. You're so lost in her that all your walls and boundaries are forgotten. She completely surprised you and you didn't have time to arm yourself.

You slide your hand into her hair as she kisses down you neck, hitting every single spot that turns you on that much more. She hasn't forgotten anything about being with you. She remembers ever touch, ever caress, every single thing that you love. And she's pulling out all the stops.

Her hand manages to get behind your shirt off of your head and takes her time, slowly pulling it down your arms as her teeth graze your collarbone. For a brief moment, you start trying to get away. You shouldn't be letting this happen. However your arms get caught in your sleeves and you can feel her grin against your skin as she uses the shirt to tie your hands together.

You're completely stunned by this action. Where the hell did she learn to do that? She uses one hand to hold your hands over your head and dips her head down to capture your left nipple in her mouth. All struggling has stopped. You're just limply laying there, panting heavily.

She seems to notice that and let's go of your hands. After she's done teasing your breasts to the point of insanity, she moves down your stomach and starts pulling your panties down. You knew you should have worn more clothes to bed maybe if you had been given an extra split second that it would take her to get some sleeping shorts off of something you could have stopped this.

"Britt," you finally whine. You bring your hands down and pull at one shoulder of her shirt. She seems conflicted. She keeps glancing down between your legs and up at your face. Finally she sits up enough to pull her shirt off and your mouth starts watering.

You can feel her gently part your legs, settling between them. She runs her tongue the length of your slit and you just about come on the spot. She eases one finger inside of you and almost immediately another follows.

You call her name again, this time in the form of a moan. You put your still tied hands on the back of her head and pull her up your body, her fingers still moving in and out of you. You shouldn't be enjoying this so much. You should have stopped it a long time ago, but now that you've had that taste, you're hooked again. You pull Brittany's mouth to yours and kiss her deeply. She's moving her hips with her fingers, getting them deeper inside of you with each thrust.

Your legs wrap themselves around her as you get closer and closer. Finally you reach your beautiful release. Your whole body tenses and you whisper her name against her lips. No one has ever been able to get you as high as her. No drug has ever made you feel as good as she does.

One orgasm shouldn't have you completely spent, but it was the best orgasm you've had in a long time. You find yourself drifting off to sleep as she pulls out of you, showering your face with kisses and whispering "I love you," over and over. She releases your hands and your automatically wrap your arms around her as you fall into sleep.

When you wake up it's dark outside. She's still sleeping soundly next to you. You're struck by how beautiful she is, just laying there next to you. You know what you did was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened.

You carefully get out of the bed and get dressed. You have to figure out how you're going to handle this. You can't take it back, but maybe you can explain it away or something….yeah right. Now that you've had what you missed you're addicted. You can't stop thinking about how her skin feels against yours and how she knows everything about your body.

It takes an insane amount of willpower for you not to just crawl back into bed, wake her up and have your way with her. Instead you grab your bag and walk out the door, running away just like you always do.