All the nervousness dissipated from Santana's rapidly beating heart. She grabbed Brittany's face and pressed their lips together. What was intended to be a caring kiss quickly filled with hunger and desire. When Brittany moaned into Santana's lips, it only encouraged Santana more.

Santana had tried to be the perfect gentleman throughout these weeks, but knowing that Brittany was just as invested in this blossoming relationship sparked a need within Santana. As they kissed, she slowly dragged her hands from Brittany's face and cupped Brittany's breasts over her shirt.

Brittany gasped in delight but broke away from the kiss. "Not here, Santana," she panted.

Santana glanced at her door, just a few feet away. "My place?" Her voice was even raspier than usual.

Brittany gulped and nodded. Could Santana's voice get any sexier?

Santana smirked as she gripped Brittany's waist and pushed her toward the door.

As she stumbled backward, Brittany leaned forward to kiss Santana again and again until, finally, her back slammed against the door.

With one hand cupping Brittany's face as Santana continued kissing her like there was no tomorrow, Santana slid her key in the lock with her other hand and opened it with ease. Clearly, she had quite a bit of practice.

The two of them staggered clumsily inside and plopped onto Santana's couch, Santana falling on top of Brittany. At that point, Santana took a moment to break from all the kissing and panting and moaning. She gazed at Brittany, all flustered underneath her, and grinned.

"How are you feeling?" she whispered.

Brittany raised one of her eyebrows. "Santana, this really isn't the time to be sensitive," she hissed as she tried to pull Santana's lips back to hers.

Santana complied and kissed her, but only softly. She pulled back again. "What I meant was, you're not tired, are you?"

"No." Brittany's dark eyes bore into Santana's, and it made Santana chuckle a little to see Brittany so eager.

"Good, 'cause we're going to be up all night."

Brittany smirked and flipped their positions so she was straddling Santana. "Yeah we are."


A faint, greyish light was seeping through the clouds when Santana and Brittany lay in Santana's bed, breathing heavily with silly smiles on their faces.

"God, Brittany," Santana whispered as she snuggled her head into Brittany's neck.

Brittany chuckled. "The same to you, Santana."

Santana lifted her body a little and kissed Brittany's cheek. "Can I just say that was some of the best sex I've ever had? And there's a lot of it I'm comparing that to."

Brittany nodded, a dazed look on her face. "Yeah, it was, like, really good on the couch, and then it got even better in the kitchen, and then this here was just, wow."

Santana smiled. "I try."

"We really didn't get any sleep."

"Nope."

"You are such a bad influence."

Santana smirked. "You have no idea."

Brittany turned to face Santana and kissed her hard. "If you're a bad influence, then I want to be bad all the time," she whispered into Santana's lips.

Santana's quick brain failed her this time. Instead of coming back with a witty response, she grunted. Yes, grunted.

Brittany giggled. "I have to pee," she announced as she slid from the bed.

Once Brittany was out of the room, Santana smacked her forehead against her pillow. Did I really just grunt? Really, Santana?


"Don't go," Santana begged as she pulled on Brittany's sleeve.

"San…" Brittany looked down at her with kind eyes. "I don't want to be late to an interview with my possibly future boss."

Santana pouted. "Fine."

Brittany kissed her one last time. "Walk me back?"

Santana nodded.

Linking arms, they walked the short distance together, giggling and laughing through every second of it. Once they reached the door, they rang the doorbell and stared goofily into each other's eyes as they waited.

"What's so funny?"

The two of them broke from their trance and looked at Quinn, who stood at the now open door. "Hi, Quinn," Brittany said with a wide smile.

"Hi, Brittany."

Santana waved. "Hey, Quinn," she said in an uncharacteristically chirpy tone.

"Nice to see you again, Santana."

Quinn looked at the two girls suspiciously. "So, I assume you had fun last night, Brittany?"

Brittany nodded.

"I hope you aren't too tired for your interview today."

"Of course not." Some people might find it annoying, but, deep inside, it always warmed Brittany's heart to see Quinn act like her mom when her real mom was in another state.

"Good. You should probably get more sleep next time you have something important to do."

Santana snickered quietly. It didn't go unnoticed by Quinn.

Brittany shrugged. "I had enough."

"Really?" Quinn asked, raising her eyebrows.

Brittany nudged Santana. "I did, didn't I?" she asked Santana.

Santana nodded. "Yep."

"I see," Quinn said dryly, crossing her arms. "Well, I guess it must have been someone else screaming Santana's name all night long." Smirking, she turned around and walked back inside the apartment, leaving Brittany and Santana blushing furiously at the door.


"So, how was your interview?" Santana asked.

Brittany stared at her fingernails absentmindedly. "It was really good, actually. I think he liked me."

Santana smiled into the phone. "And that may be for a reason having absolutely nothing to do with work."

"Santana…"

"Hey, I'm just saying. You're hot, and people notice it."

"Well, thanks."

"Uh huh."

"So…isn't it kind of silly that we're talking on the phone?"

"No, of course not."

"We're, like, literally a wall away from each other." Brittany thumped on her wall to prove her point. "You hear that?"

"Yes, I hear it," Santana sighed. "But doesn't talking on the phone make you feel more like we're dating?"

Brittany giggled. "You're adorable."

"Hmph."

"Anyway, they said they'll call back soon if they have a position to offer me, so fingers crossed."

"I'm sure you'll get it."

"Ehh."

"Since your boss is a guy."

"Santana!"

"I'm just kidding with you. In all seriousness, if you do get the job, I will wake up early, sacrifice my beauty sleep, and give you a good luck hug before you go to work."

"But what will you do without your beauty sleep?" Brittany asked in mock concern.

"Hey, you wouldn't have such a hot piece of ass as your girlfriend if it weren't for the beauty sleep."

Brittany chuckled. "I know, I know. Alright, I need some beauty sleep now, too. I'm going jogging tomorrow morning with Quinn."

"Aha. The workout maniac."

"Good night, Santana. Don't stay up too late."

"Good night, Brittany. Sleep well." Santana waited until Brittany hung up before hanging up herself and snuggling into her blanket. Then, she knocked on the wall. "Brittany?"

"Mmhmm?"

"I miss you already!" she yelled.

"Miss you, too, San!" Brittany called back.

Santana closed her eyes, a satisfied smile on her face.

Not far away, Brittany was doing the exact same thing.


"Told you you would get the job."

Brittany bowed her head. "I will never doubt the all-knowing Santana ever again."

Santana laughed. "Shut up. Now go before you're late." She pulled Brittany into a hug and kissed her cheek.

"Thanks for waking up early."

Santana yawned. "Anything for you."

Brittany laughed. "You're going to go back to bed now, aren't you?"

"Of course not," Santana lied.

"Okay, see you tonight then."

"Yep."

Brittany bit her lip before turning around to leave the apartment building.

Suddenly, Santana reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling Brittany back inside.

"What?" Brittany asked.

"Are you nervous?"

"God, yes," Brittany replied, relieved that Santana noticed.

Santana chuckled. "You don't have to be. Everyone loves you." Then, she reached up and kissed Brittany as gently as she could.

"Thanks, Santana," Brittany whispered.

Santana nodded. "Have fun."

Brittany smiled and left.

Santana watched her go. Brittany looked pretty good in suits, she had to admit. Brittany looked pretty good hailing a cab, too. Actually, Brittany looked good doing anything, really.

As Santana drowned deeper into her Brittany thoughts, Brad the doorman interrupted with a cough.

Santana turned around.

Brad smirked at her. "You have a thing for blondes, don't you?"


Santana glanced at the clock. It was 5:30 P.M. It was probably Brittany at the door. She jumped off the couch and rushed to the door.

Sure enough, Brittany stood there with a big smile on her face. "Work was awesome!" she exclaimed.

Santana grinned. "Tell me all about it."

"I'm going to go change first, okay?"

Santana nodded. "I'll come with you."

"Okay."

Santana followed Brittany into her apartment. She lay on Brittany's bed as Brittany stripped out of her work clothes and changed into something comfier. "So, everyone's super nice, and I still have no idea what I'm doing, but I get a paycheck, so yay."

Santana smiled. "Cool." As much as she cared about Brittany's first day at work, her mind was much more preoccupied with how sexy Brittany looked in a suit. Quietly, she crept up to the now half naked Brittany and kissed her shoulder.

Brittany giggled. "I can't change with you kissing me everywhere."

"Then don't change," Santana mumbled.

"Mmmm," Brittany moaned, relaxing into Santana's body behind her.

"You had a long day at work, right, Britt?"

"Mmmhmm."

"So let me make you feel better."

"Okay," Brittany whimpered.


"Well, that was nice," Brittany said.

"Uh huh."

"I'm hungry now."

Santana laughed. "Me, too."

"Where is Quinn? I want my dinner."

"Probably with Puck. They're, like, inseparable now," Santana said with a roll of her eyes.

"I think it's cute."

"I know."

Just then, the doorbell rang. Brittany shot up in bed. "I bet it's Quinn."

Santana sat up too, wrapping the blanket around her naked body as she did so. "Dinner?" she asked eagerly.

Brittany nodded.

Without even bothering to put on some clothes, the two of them rushed out of the room, hugging the blankets around their body.

As they made their way to the door, Santana pulled at Brittany's blanket playfully, causing Brittany to giggle and jump away.

Still giggling, Brittany opened the door as Santana caught up, about to play with her some more when she noticed Brittany's body freeze.

Curiously, Santana looked up, and, instead of Quinn, found herself staring at an older couple with gentle blue eyes and soft blonde hair.


Author's Note: To whomever suggested making the doorman Brad: brilliant.

Aside from that, how did you all like this chapter? :D