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The two watched as the sun rises from the horizon. The waves came crashing and the breeze started to lose the coolness of dawn. Brittany stood up and smiled down to her girlfriend.

"Come on. Ready to go?" She offered her hand and the Latina took it immediately.

"No, not yet. Can we stay here for a while?" Santana received an understanding nod from her blonde.

"Okay. Let's go for a walk then." Brittany leaned in to capture Santana's lips. Santana gave her a chaste kiss and they walk closely to the seashore. Brittany wraps her hand around Santana's shoulders.

"Wait. Let's take off your shoes, duchess." Brittany kneeled down and took Santana's shoes one at a time. She supported her girlfriend's weight on the process. She hastily removed her shoes as well.

"Thanks B. You're the sweetest." Santana whispered when she came face to face with Brittany. Brittany shrugged it off and they continued walking. The water touching their feet and Santana squealed like a child when Brittany started to tickle her. She ran away from Brittany but she's hot on her heels.

"Come back here!" Brittany shouted inching closer to Santana. She chuckled at the carefree look of her girlfriend. She slowed her pace anxious that of Santana's condition. "Duchess..." She pants a little. "Slow down now. Come on." She pouted when she finally stopped on her tracks. Santana beamed at her girl.

"Promise not to tickle me?" Brittany nodded. "Like ever?" she nodded again.

Santana went to Brittany's open arms and melted with the embrace. "No, not ever." Brittany whispered when she's sure that Santana can't go anywhere.

"Cheater!" Santana mocked.

"You love it!" Brittany winked at her receiving a chuckle from Santana. They continued to walk by the shore hand in hand. Brittany sometimes bent down to get some weird shaped stones.

"I love you, San." Brittany blurted.

"I know, B." She smiled lovingly at her girlfriend who kissed her hand.

"Did you hear what I said?" Brittany asked after a short pause.

"Yes, Britt-Britt." Santana scrunched her nose.

"Did you understand me?" Brittany asked again.

"Yeah. I always do."

"Really?" she asked again.

"Positive." Santana nodded looking ahead of them.

"What exactly did I say?" The blonde innocently asked.

"I love you." Santana shrugged.

They both stopped on their tracks. Santana has her lips wide open while Brittany has a big smile plastered on her face.

"I love you more." Brittany whispered but Santana blushed furiously. She didn't speak and looked around them coyly. Brittany shook her head and laughed a little. "Hey..." She nudged Santana. "It's not really that hard to say it, see?"

Santana looked at their clasp hands. Brittany slowly raised her right hand and placed it over her heart.

"I love you too... or more than you could ever imagine." Brittany looked deep into brown orbs.

"Britt, I... I don't-"

"I'm not pressuring you into this, duchess." She said removing her gaze from Santana. "I know you're confused... perhaps not sure of what you really feel. But no matter what, I'm here. Always." Brittany said with an understanding nod. Santana can't help but to feel a little guilty.

Brittany is right. Santana's struggling over her feelings. She's all new to these things. First, relationship and then love and last but not the least, the inevitable marriage. It's like a myriad of uncertainties. She still can't sort out her feelings. But she's trying so hard for her blonde girlfriend.

"I know, Britt." She offered a timid smile.

"Hey. Don't feel bad about it. It's okay." Brittany cheered her up.

"It's... it's just confusing for me. I don't know if I can handle this. I can't... I don't know what I'm feeling. I'm really sorry, Britt. I'm such a mess." She let go of Brittany's hand and walked back to where they came from. Brittany jogged to her girlfriend's side.

"I'm confused too. But with feelings... it's alright. No one can ever be sure of what they feel unless they embrace it." Brittany whispered receiving a nod from Santana. "Don't over think, San. Everything's okay."

...

1 week later...

"San, what's all these?" Brittany hold up several envelops and files from Santana's desk. She went at Santana's office hoping that she can steal her girl for lunch but unfortunately Santana's busy with some paperwork.

"Hm?" Santana said without looking up from what she's reading.

"Are these... lab results?" Brittany browsed through several papers.

"Oh... oh, yeah. They sent me the results of my check - up from Monday. I asked Dr. Rogers if I can go back to normal life." Brittany chuckled at her sarcastic girl.

"And what did she say?"

"She gave me a goal signal. I can do light workouts, drink occasionally-"

"Wait! She told you that? You can't do that! You can't go back doing those stuffs." Brittany pouted and huff in the chair in front of Santana. Santana stood up and walked behind Brittany. She embraced her girlfriend from behind.

"Babe, there's no need to worry. Besides, I have you. I know you wouldn't allow me to go extreme."

"Damn straight!"

Santana was a bit taken aback by her girlfriend's bluntness and chuckle a little.

"You look so hot when you're grumpy." Santana whispered seductively and Brittany swallowed the lump forming in her throat.

"We still have to talk about it, Santana. I'll meet you at home later." Brittany stood up and placed a quick peck on Santana's lips.

"Hey, where are you going?" Santana asked disappointingly.

"I need to go back to work. Lunch break is almost over, duchess."

Santana pouted but she nodded.

"Oh, and before I forget... please eat. I made those especially for you." Brittany pointed to the paper bag she placed on Santana's desk when she arrived.

"Okay ma'am. I'll see you later babe."

"Okay, I love you! Bye." Brittany waved and left.

Santana sat on her chair crossing her hands on the table. She sighed and stared at the picture of her and Brittany at the Ferry.

...

"Hey mami. Is Britt home?" Santana immediately asked when she entered the kitchen. Maribel went to kiss her daughter.

"Hello mija. She's not yet here. I thought you're with her. She didn't bring her car. I think she had another problem with it."

"No, we're not. I didn't go to the cafe. Argh! So stupid..." Santana shook her head and headed towards the kitchen door.

"Mija, where are you going?"

"I'm going to fetch her."

"Why don't you call her? Maybe she's on the way home."

"My phone died. I forgot my charger. I tried calling the cafe but it's unavailable." Santana looks not so pleased with what's happening. The least she ever wants is not seeing her blonde at home.

"Let me call her." Maribel called one of their helper to take over the food she's cooking. "And calm down. Why are you so agitated? Did something happen at work?"

"No mami... everything's fine at work. I just... I just want to see her." She whispered the latter part. "Forget it. I'll just go."

"Wait! It's ringing already." Santana stopped and turned around to face her mother expectantly. "Hello? Brittany, hey... how are you dear?" Santana rolled her eyes at the formality. "Oh, okay. See you, darling."

"What? What did she say?" Santana asked immediately. Maribel just smiled at her and went back to the kitchen.

"Mami!" Santana shouted.

"Hey... I'm home." A familiar voice came from the front door. Santana's feet automatically went to where the voice came from.

"Britt!" she smiled widely at Brittany.

"Hi!" she smiled back and picked up the dark haired girl in front of her. She kissed her while slowly twirling.

"I've been trying to reach you..."

Maribel watched the interaction of the two. Cora is beside Maribel shaking her head.

"Young love..." Maribel said and Cora nodded with a smile. "Let's go before we burn the whole kitchen." The two women went back to the kitchen to finish cooking.

"I'm sorry. We've been busy all day. There will be a poetry reading contest tomorrow at the cafe. It's a rush reservation but we pushed through. The offer is big, we can't say no."

"Hm, it's okay. You look like a zombie though." Santana teased her. "Come on... I'll prepare the tub for you."

They walked towards the elevator.

"You are aware that I already have my own bathroom right?" Brittany nudged her when they entered the elevator.

"I am well aware of that. I just... I just miss hanging out with you. You know?"

"Hm, really? I missed you too. You're quite busy with work."

They reached their floor and went to Santana's room.

"I'm sorry about that. I really need to submit the reports to my dad before the end of the week so I'm quite rushing."

"I understand, duchess." Brittany kissed the top of Santana's head.

"Okay. Sit and wait."

"Okay." Brittany sat on the toilet bowl while watching Santana. After a few minutes Santana beamed to her.

"Alright. It's ready."

"Thanks Santana. Wanna join me?" Brittany teased Santana. Santana has her lips wide open. She was about to say something when Brittany tap her nose and laugh. "Come on."

"No, Britt! Stop doing that, okay? I'll wait for you outside."

"Doing what?" Brittany asked innocently.

"Nothing. Just relax and... and take your time." Santana shook her head when she closed the door.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me?" She heard Brittany shouted inside. "I'm at the tub already."

"Tempting but no, thank you!" Santana shut her eyes and tried to calm her breathing. "Shit." She muttered under her breath. The thought of Brittany naked on her tub is making Santana crazy. It took all her power not to ravish her girlfriend. Brittany has been so outspoken and provocative since she made that confession to Santana. Santana can't help but to think about it. The more she thinks about it, the more she's trying to control herself not to get involve with Brittany sexually. She felt a little guilty yet electrified at the thought.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the intercom buzzing.

"Santana... Puck is on the phone." She heard her mother said. "Dinner will be ready in ten."

She went to her bedside table to get the phone.

"Puck?"

"Yo! How's life? Can't reach you on your cell."

"Hm, drained battery. Life's great. Yours?"

"Doing great... Quinn's will be here tomorrow. There'll be a celebration at the club tomorrow night. You in?"

"Yeah, count me in."

"Cool. Bring your chick."

"She's not my chick, asshole." She lowered her voice and went to the balcony. "She's my girlfriend." She stated a matter-of-factly.

"Whoa! Whoa! Okay! No need to get grumpy on me, grandma!" He chuckled at the other side.

"Whatever." Santana rolled her eyes and sat down on the hammock.

"Okay. I'm serious now. Bring her with you. It's about time to introduce your girl properly to the world."

"The world knows about us. Trust me."

"I mean your world."

"She knows."

"Huh?"

"She lives with me Puck. What is there to know?"

"Many... did you tell her about-"

"San?" Brittany called from the inside.

"I have to go Puck."

"Hm, where is she?"

"I gotta go Puckerman."

"Is she in your room? Wait! Is she in your shower? Ooh, hot! I interrupted something didn't I?" Santana heard Noah chuckled on the other line.

"Okay, I'll end this shit now. Good night Noah!"

"Okay, okay. I'll see you guys tomorrow at eight."

Santana went inside to find Brittany in her towels.

"I forgot to get clothes. Can I borrow a shirt?"

"Oh, right!" Santana mentally drooled over her girl. She avoided looking at her.

"Um, here." She handed the PJ's to Brittany still not looking at her. She turned around immediately letting the blonde to get dressed.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Oh, it's Puck. He's inviting us to his club."

"He owns a club?" Brittany asked while throwing the over-sized shirt on her body.

"Yeah, it's a couple of blocks away from here. Do you think we should go?"

"Hm, why not? Your doctor gave you a go signal and I'll be there. Besides, if Puck handles it I'm sure it'll be safer for you."

"Are you ready to... you know? After what happened to us?"

"Oh." Brittany thinks about it. "Hm, you can turn around now." She walked towards Santana.

"If you don't want to it is okay, B. I'll just tell him."

"No, no. It is you I'm worried about."

"Let's not make a big deal out of it. We are way too over it, right?"

"Yes... so tell him that I'm coming with you." Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and twirled Santana towards her. "No pun intended." She whispered and laughed.

"Seriously, you gotta stop doing that." Santana sighed.

"Doing what?"

"You know what, B." Santana gave him a serious stare.

"Fine! Fine! But ever since you knew about... you know. I think you've been too restrained." Brittany walked to Santana's bed and huffed. "I missed our sweet lady kisses, Santana."

"Britt-" Santana crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Look, I don't want you to make a big deal out of it, Santana. I know that you want me too." Brittany blurted out, mentally hitting herself after. "Uh... I mean... um..." Brittany swallowed the lump forming in her throat. "I mean, let's just... just..."

"Go with the flow?" Santana filled in.

"Yeah, exactly."

Santana sighed and moved closer to Brittany.

"It's not that simple, babe."

She kneeled down in front of the blonde and held her hands.

"Britt, listen to me. What you said..." Santana closed her lips trying to organize her thoughts. "I will not deny that it bothers me-"

"But San!"

"Britt, listen to me first."

"M'kay." Brittany pouted and started to play with their intertwined fingers.

"It's a news to me, babe. But it doesn't mean that I looked at you in a different way. It's just that... I don't know. It's a bit overwhelming. I don't want you to think that I'd take it for granted now that I know that you're a... that you haven't had any experience with that. I respect you, Britt."

"I know, San. Thanks." Brittany half smiled.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course." Brittany whispered bringing her gaze to the beautiful girl in front of her.

"My first sexual encounter was not that good. Well, it's not that bad either because hello? I'm Santana freaking Lopez!" Brittany chuckled and the Latina sat beside Brittany. She wrapped her hands around Brittany and pulled her body to lie down.

"Is it with a boy?" Brittany whispered looking at the ceiling.

"Hm, yeah. But I can't remember him. It was a long time ago." The Latina shrugged. Brittany rested her head on Santana's chest and Santana started playing with the blonde locks.

"But that was your first time! It should've been really special."

"Yeah, but I was different, Britt-Britt."

"That you are. You are special... and beautiful and unique and one of a kind." Brittany thinks of more adjectives to complement her girlfriend.

"Hm, really now?" Santana quirked an eyebrow at Brittany, Brittany just chuckled at her cuteness. She cleared her throat and averted her gaze elsewhere. "So, yeah. It was not special. It was rough, hard. He was a popular kid at school during that time and I need him to maintain my reputation. After that night, I began to use other people to reach the top of the social hierarchy. It was like a routine. Collect, select, drop the other then move on with the next."

"Why did you do that?"

"I told you Britt, I needed to be on top."

"I mean, why do you have to? It's not like you have to work so hard to be on top."

"I have to, Britt. To cover the fact that I'm gay."

"Santana..." Brittany looked at her girlfriend sadly.

"I thought that being on top will give me ammunition or protection but I was wrong. Life is hard."

"What happened, San?"

"A lot, Britt."

"Girls, dinner is ready. Come down stairs now." They heard Maribel from the intercom.

"Okay, let's go downstairs before they think that we're doing something else." Santana pulled Brittany up with her.

"Will you tell me what happened to you?" Brittany asked with pleading eyes.

"That's for another time, babe." Santana offered a gentle smile.

"Okay." Brittany sighed and followed her girlfriend out.


Okay, okay. I tried to update as soon as possible... sorry for the long wait.

Grad is fast approaching so... yeah, kinda busy.

Anyways, thoughts please? Thanks! Xoxo