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Note: this is more of a filler chapter to explain santana's g!p because honestly i felt like i was dragging it out and i just needed to get it over with already to progress with the story as i'd like, so that's what happens in this chapter!

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It had been a couple of weeks after the pair's first quarrel and Santana could not have been more grateful for every hour she got to spend with Brittany. The girl was like a sweetly drugged dream and if it was all an illusion, she didn't want to wake up.

Waking up next to Brittany was a heavenly sight- Santana decided. There was nothing better than looking over to your left and seeing a perfect example of your dream girl sleeping by your side. Even after the first few weeks of their newly established….whatever this was…. Santana still couldn't wipe the smile off of her face; being with Brittany made her impossibly lighter and gave her a comfort she had failed to find within Quinn; or with any other girl she had been with in the past. Brittany had possessed that power over her and quite coincidentally, Santana did not mind one bit.

Brittany had sort of moved in with Santana as time passed and it was something the Latina never planned, it just sort of happened. The blonde haired girl would come directly to hers after work and it would be an unsaid thing that she was welcome to stay the night; and then things progressed to Brittany bringing her clothes and leaving them there to Santana clearing out a drawer and some space in her closet for her to arrange her clothes at her leisure.

Most of their time would be spent lounging around watching tv or enjoying each other's company by doing nothing at all but their nights would mostly be filled with heated make out sessions. Adding that to the fact the Latina still had yet to let Brittany know of her rare situation with her friend downstairs- you could say it had been sort of a hassle. Brittany knew how to work Santana up to the point where she wanted to rip off all clothes and forgo all means of rules but she also knew not to rush her relationship with the blonde in fear of ruining it; but she knew she had to tell her soon because those discouraged pouts Brittany gave her every time she stopped one of their makeout sessions where Brittany was really sure they were going to go all the way (although Brittany never questioned her and always obliged to stop, which she was eternally grateful for)- was really taking a toll on her.

Santana never had any problem with letting any of the women she slept with know about her secret; in fact the rumor that she had different anatomy always floated around for as long as she could remember, so no one ever paid mind to it. In a way, Santana didn't want to mess up what she and Brittany have by confiding a large secret to her and have her run off in disgust; which would be far from the truth- Santana would soon find out.

Not wanting to wake up the sleeping girl beside her, Santana slowly sat up to take a better look at Brittany's sleeping form. Although most definitely in other cases, staring at someone while they slept would be considered incredibly weird and definitely creepy, Santana forwent that thought and just continued to admire Brittany. The blonde girl's hair was no doubt incredibly messy and went whichever way it pleased it seemed, but that certainly did not take away from the blonde girl's beauty.

As though sensing a pair of eyes staring intently at her, Brittany moved and shifted so she could bury her face in Santana's side but was surprised when she collided face first with the girl's hip bone instead.

"Ow" came the muffled and rugged voice which caused Santana to chuckle.

"I'm up here Britt."

Hesitantly with one eye open, Brittany peered up at the Latina and smiled.

"Get back down here San. You know I love your morning cuddles more than I love Lord T's." Brittany admitted as she blindly grasped for Santana and pulled her down to her level so her request could be granted.

This made the Latina chuckle and smile brightly again as she complied and lied down so she could be face to face with the blonde. Although her staring did not cease even when Brittany had closed her eyes again.

Feeling those pair of brown eyes burning into her again, Brittany gave up on trying to fall asleep once more and opened both of her eyes for the first time that morning.

When Santana's eyes met Brittany's she greeted the girl with a shy,

"Hi."

"Hey." Brittany returned, staring just as equally intensely at Santana as she was at her.

Both girls giggled when they realized how silly they were acting this early in the morning; but who could blame them? They were both as equally as enamored with each other and now that they had voiced their true feelings for one another, they were sure that they could break that barrier of acting shy around one another and finally be as affectionate as they pleased.

Brittany was the first one to test that theory as she moved over to hover over Santana's face to lean down and give the girl a soft peck in the corner of her lips.

That made Santana's skin buzz and she craved more of those lips she's had for the past few weeks so when Brittany moved back, she followed her and attached her lips to the other girls.

To say that this action surprised Brittany was correct, but it was definitely not unwelcomed. It was that she was not accustomed to Santana initiating anything first -because it usually began with Brittany doing something first- and when the Latina finally did for once, it made her feel over the moon. It made her stomach fill with millions of imaginary butterflies that flew around and caused a commotion that she had never felt with any boy she's ever been with. Santana is special, she thought and the fact that she had this amazing girl all to herself, made her head swim with adoration and gratefulness.

When the kiss progressed onto a more mature level, Brittany couldn't help but moan.

Santana had made her feel all sorts of things in all sorts of places and even though the Latina kept rejecting any sort of sexual intimacy with her, she was still hopeful she would at least explain herself or tell her why. Brittany didn't know what the other girl was waiting for.

However, producing another thought became futile when Brittany shifted herself so that she was sitting on the other girl's lap without any type of warning.

Suddenly Santana panicked because she knew that Brittany could now inevitably feel her boner. She detached her lips from the other girl and closed her eyes tightly, willing the situation that was about to unravel itself-away. She had been too invested in the kiss that she had failed to realize the blonde's attempts to move closer to her.

Finally when the silence dissipated and Brittany spoke up, Santana opened her eyes with caution and was almost afraid to finally come clean because she knew there was no other alternative to this. She had been avoiding it for so long that in some crazy way, she kind of hoped the topic would never arise but she knew that was just wishful thinking on her part because she had dreamed of being intimate with Brittany on countless occasions and just thinking of never having the girl in that way; was disheartening.

"Santana?"

She swallowed.

Brittany then took initiative and slowly brought her hand up to Santana's cheek and cupped it.

"Can you tell me what's wrong and why you look you're about to shove me off of you and book the next available flight out of here?"

Santana breathed in a shaky breath and began.

"I guess there's no other way to say this, other than, I'm different."

She paused but Brittany made a nod of comprehension with her head as affirmation for Santana to continue.

"Instead of being born with the anatomy of a girl, I was born with the anatomy of a boy." Santana slowly spoke out the sentence.

"And so that means I have a,"

Brittany finished the sentence for her.

"Penis."

Santana nodded and looked up to gauge Brittany's reaction.

She seemed to wear a pensive expression and for a split second Santana was too entirely sure Brittany was going to scream any minute now and leave but instead of doing that, she leaned over and hugged Santana tightly.

She felt the other girl press a light kiss under her ear and that confused Santana.

Why wasn't she running or making a face of disgust?

"Thank you for telling me, and I don't know how to say this but what you have in your pants really doesn't matter to me Sanny. I still think of you the same and since this doesn't make a difference, I would love to continue with our morning routine."

Santana then felt silly for not having told the blonde from the beginning, it was clear that these things were just common occurrences to her and she would never judge anyone for being composed differently than what was considered normal.

She tightly hugged the girl back and breathed a giant sigh of relief. Things could not have worked out better and now that Brittany knew, a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she didn't have to hide her condition anymore.

"So I really do that to you?" Brittany asked once she pulled away from their embrace to make eye contact with Santana.

With eyebrows furrowed, Santana answered with a confused, "Do what?"

"This" Brittany answered as she reached down between them and grasped Santana's appendage.

"BRITTANY!" Santana shrieked at the girl's actions with a face that immediately blushed crimson.

Brittany just laughed as she gave the girl a loving peck.

"Oh Sanny"

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