A/N: Most of the chapters will contain explicit sexual content.

I got so wrapped up in Brittana that I forgot they are people and they do have friends; even if they are in their own little bubble. So… friends are introduced in this chapter!

I'm sorry to say this guys but I start back to school on the 13th, so updates might not be as fast… I won't forget about this story though!

So I made this chapter a little longer to make up for my soon to come absences.

Happy reading!


Santana had never wanted someone so bad in her life. Ever. Over the last week she felt like she had become a predator towards Brittany. Whenever she got the chance she would take her: On the bathroom counter in the morning, up against the wall in her room…

Hearing Brittany cry out for her to keep going. Listening to her name spill from Brittany's lips when she would curl her fingers and tap the spot that that forced the younger women to give in and come undone. The way the blondes nails were starting to leave scratches and moon shape indents on her back. The sounds that Brittany would make when she'd cum and she couldn't take anymore of Santana's touches. The Latina loved it all.

Santana tip toed into the kitchen to where Brittany was finishing up frying the last of the chicken for dinner. The food smelled so good and Santana began to wonder how she got so lucky with a women like this. She wanted to show her how much she appreciated her. She made her way over to Brittany and wrapped her arms around her waist. Kissing exposed shoulders; Santana also ran her hands up and down Brittany's sides. She darted her tongue out and left a wet trail up Brittany's neckline, starting to suck on her pulse point. "San," Brittany whined. "I have to finish cooking, a-and they could walk out of Bella's room at anytime." Santana sucked on the shell of Brittany's ear before she whispered,

"They're both taking a well deserved nap. Jackie's a little nervous for her first day tomorrow, and she was feeling exhausted just thinking about it." She smirked; she whipped Brittany around and hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter in one swift motion. "I haven't made love to you in the kitchen yet." Brittany giggled. That was true.

"The food will burn." Santana agreed and went to take the chicken out of the grease. She returned only seconds later, her lips now connected to Brittany's and her hands were making their way into the blonde's loose short.

"You will definitely be my dessert tonight," She husked; she didn't want to tease Brittany right now; she'd save that for later. Right now she just wanted to feel her. Her fingers danced into Brittany's shorts, and she was quiet pleased when she realized that her girlfriend wasn't wearing any panties. Santana's fingers began to create tiny, fast, lazy circles around Brittany's clit, trying to build her up.

"Ah," a moan escapes Brittany's throat and her hands wrapped around Santana's neck quickly. Santana chuckled,

"Ah-ah, keep your hand on the counter baby, if you move them I'll stop," Santana warned. She may not have been in the mood to tease, but she could still drive Brittany crazy by not allowing her to touch her. Brittany nodded her head and removed her hands from their current spot and rested them on the edge of the counter. Santana's circles became tighter and more purposeful. She reached up and caught Brittany's soft, thin bottom lip between hers and starts to suck on it gingerly, pulling it out and with a pop. It's only a lingering second before Santana leans forward, tilts her head and kisses Brittany again. Her fingers travel down to Brittany's entrance and she's soaked. "Fuck," Santana whispers against her girlfriend's lips. They'd just started, how was she this wet? "You're s ready for me," And with that Santana stiffens her middle finger and drives into Brittany slowly. When she hears Brittany suck in a deep breath, exhale and grip the counter, she smirks again, "You want more, baby?" Santana ask stopping her motions. She opens her eyes to lustful blue orbs and practically dies. Brittany nods her head, unsure if it's in her best interest to talk right now. "Ask nicely," Santana whispers as if she's talking to Isabella. Brittany is in no place to protest and even if she could, she didn't want to.

"More please, S-Santana. Please…" It comes out much more breathy than she meant for it to. But when she hears Santana moan in response she figures it's just want she wanted to hear because she immediately feels her lover add two more fingers. Santana twist her wrist around so that she has a better angle and began to shove her finger in and out of Brittany's core.

"Don't get too loud baby," Santana's voice is raspy and low, as she watches Brittany's jaw drop and her eyes roll back. She notices Brittany knuckles turning white as they grip the counter for dear life and she chuckles a bit. She loves seeing Brittany in this state.

"Oh god," Brittany whimpers. She lets her head fall forward, landing on Santana's shoulders. "San, please, just…" She's unable to finish her sentence when she feels Santana's fingers curl and tap that spot deep inside of her.

"Cum for me baby, ¡córrerte para mi!" Santana growls, she see's Brittany gripping the counter much tighter, on the brink of crying. "Hold on to me, Britt." Brittany obeys and flings her arms around Santana's neck, clinging to her desperately. Despite the restrictions caused by Brittany's shorts, Santana starts to thrust deeper, harder, faster, and she can feel Brittany crumbling. The blonde is biting her shoulder now, hard, scratching at her back as she tried to not scream. With one last deeply penetrated thrust Brittany's body starts to jerk and twitch, her legs shake and her breathing picks up. She throws her head back, jaw dropping in disbelief and she soon falls forward, letting Santana catch her. Her walls clench tightly around Santana's working fingers. Santana gives a satisfied chuckle and lets Brittany ride it out, then she slowly removes her fingers; a stream of Brittany's arousal spilling out. Brittany relaxes a bit but she still has a strong hold on Santana. "Was that good, baby?" Santana ask. Brittany simply nods as she tries to get her breath back.


Once Brittany finds her strength it's time for dinner. Isabella skips out of her room while Jackie slumps back to hers and closes the door. "Is she not hungry?" Santana ask putting Isabella's plate of chicken, mashed potatoes and broccoli in front of her.

"She's really depressed about tomorrow. She said she just wants to lie in her bed and wait until judgment day…" Santana raises an eyebrow,

"What the hell… judgment day… like Jesus coming back to earth?"

"Oh! Mommy said a bad word!" Isabella says crossing her arms and looking up at her mother.

"Sorry, Mija…"

"She told me that the kids are going to judge her so…"

"I'll go talk to her-"

"No, San… I think she wants to be alone." Santana sighs,

"Ok, fine. Let's just put her plate in the fridge, she'll be hungry later." Brittany and Santana both take their seats across from each other and start to eat with Isabella.

"So, Bella, are you excited? You're concerts in a few days." Brittany asked taking a bite of the mashed potatoes. Isabella nodded quickly,

"I don't feel nervous anymore after me and mommy sung together, and I'm not singing with Kyra. I can do it myself."

"Well, you still want to be there for Kyra, right? She might still a little shy." Santana said laughing at Isabella's sudden confidence.

"I'm gonna make her not nervous!" Isabella declared. "We're going to practice tomorrow in school," Santana nods her head in agreement.

"Hey, Britt… I think we should go to your dad's place for Thanksgiving." Brittany's eyes shoot to her plate.

"Um… I don't think that's a good idea." Santana chuckles a bit.

"Why? You said you guys were close so-"

"Yeah, but I don't want you to meet him. Ok?" Brittany said dismissing the conversation. Santana blinked for a moment, then she decided to let it go; for now.

"Ok-"

"Uncle Dominic is coming over for thanksgiving right? He has to meet Jackie!" Santana gives Isabella a weak smile,

"Maybe, you just have to hope, Mija."


"What was that about? At dinner?" Santana asks Brittany bluntly once they are in the bed room.

"I just don't want t visit my father-"

"Why, Britt? You said that-"

'I know what I said!" Brittany raises her voice. Santana leans aginst the wall and folds her arms waiting for Brittany to calm down.

"Tell me why." Brittany takes a deep breath.

"My dad has a drinking problem," She whispers, starting to fiddle with her fingers. "Ever since my mom died he did. He was a functional drunk, you know? He would go to work and come home, he'd cook and clean… but some nights he'd drink a lot. And he'd be mad," She pauses and a tear streams down her face. Santana slowly walks up to her wraps her arms around Brittany's waist, pulling her close. "He-He would get so mad at me, for being too expensive. Especially when I hit puberty and started my period. He said I cost too much… he blamed me for our money troubles. He would yell at me and call me "Heather" That was my moms name, he'd yell at me about stuff that she did sometimes. Like how she got laid off right after they found out she was pregnant." Santana holds her tighter. "He would hit me some times… I don't hate my father, I don't… but I haven't been to visit him since I left two years ago. He pays for housing and all but I have a scholarship… we… I only call him. I don't visit on Holidays because that's the worst time… that's when he's sloppy drunk and I don't want him to-to-to-"

"Shhh, Britt." Santana cries with her. She couldn't believe someone would do that to someone as sweet as Brittany. And she's slowly getting angrier thinking about anyone putting their hands on her. "We don't have to go… we can have Thanksgiving here… we can invite friends over… you can invite friends over. I don't mind, baby."

"Really?" Santana nods and starts to kiss Brittany slowly, holding her close and comforting her. "Ok," Brittany mummers against Santana lips.

"So where do you stay for the breaks, usually?" Their lips are still placed on each other stealing pecks every few seconds.

"I just sign this paper saying that I'm staying in the dorms and my dad has to pay like an extra $100 but he never notices when I don't come home."

"You're going to stay here for the breaks from now on, ok?" Santana doesn't give Brittany a chance to answer, her soft, gentle lips press into the blondes and she's deepening the kiss with her tongue. Leaving Brittany breathless but unable to pull away.


"Fuck, Jackie is going to be so late if we don't leave now," Santana rushes to pull her pants up and falls to the floor. "Uhg, I still have to make their lunches. I'm going to be so late!" Brittany giggles when she walks in from the hallway and see's Santana wiggling her slacks up her thighs on the floor.

"Baby, I already packed Bella's lunch." She bends down and gives her girlfriend a calming kiss on the cheek. "I'm about to start on Jackie's." Santana smiles at Brittany and her eyes practically rape her body. The blonde is dressed in a thick white sweater with "Amor" written on it in bold black letters, along with ripped skinny jeans that made her back side look even more luscious.

"Ok, but Britt. Bella's picky about her lunch, you have to make sure you have-"

"An evenly spread peanut butter and jelly sandwich, those little cute packs of Pringles sour cream and onion, a fruit punch juice pouch and an orange. I know, and I packed yours too; a apple, a ham and cheese sandwich on wheat bread, and a small side salad."

"God, you're amazing, why are you so amazing?" Santana stands up and notices Brittany staring down at the slit of exposed chest from her where her shirt wasn't buttoned. "and so subtle." She laughed while buttoning it up and then quickly snapping on her suspenders.

"I didn't mean to stare." Brittany says.

"Like I mind?" Santana gives her a sweet kiss on the lips before Brittany blushes and leaves back out to finish packing the lunches.

"Why does Jackie get a Turkey Sandwich and I get a PB&J?" Isabella whines. She'd been getting better but she still had her moments. Brittany was about to reply to the young girl before Santana walks into the kitchen, rushing to the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of cold water.

"You don't like Turkey, Bella." She says nonchalantly. Isabella's eyes got wide.

"Right! I don't… ok." She grabs her hello kitty lunch box and waits by the door. Brittany couldn't tare her eyes away from Santana again. She wonders how someone could make suspenders look so sexy. The way they lined against her chest, the way they accentuated the small of her back and the curves of her midsection. Brittany loved how Santana had her shirt tucked into her pants, it gave her a male like swag, while still being feminine, and it turned Brittany on to no end. Her eyes traveled back down to that hint of cleavage that was begging to be shown but that one little button refused to let it be put in the spot light. She loved the way Santana's hair framed her face, and today it hung down her back, passing her shoulder blades. It was sleek and straight, almost perfect except for the few pieces that would fall from to the front of Santana's face. Santana noticed Brittany watching her again, but she decided to just let her torture herself. Jackie comes out of her room shortly after, her shoulders low and her head pointed to the ground.

"Ready ladies?" Santana says opening the front door after giving Jackie her Barbie lunch box. Isabella nodded excitedly while Jackie just walked to the car. "Baby, just lock the door when you leave, I'll text you a little later, just to check on you." Brittany smiled and blew her a kiss. "Jackie, have fun in school. It won't be that bad." Jackie was nervous about what the other kids would say about her, or better yet: if they would say anything to her at all. She was scared that the other girls wouldn't like her like her real mom or that the boys would like her too much like her father. She sighed deeply when they got into the car and Santana pulled out of the drive way.


Once Isabella was dropped off, they pulled up to Jackie new school in no time. Jackie looked out the window at all the kids running in. Some holding hands, most talking with friends. She sunk back in the seat holding her stomach, "I don't feel good, mami." She whines. Santana gives a weak smile.

"Jackie sweetie, you're fine." She looked at her watch, she was definitely going to be late for that meeting she had.

"I don't want to go!" Jackie says sternly. Santana fought the urge to roll her eyes, she knew Jackie was scared.

"Jackie, please. There's nothing to worry about, you look so pretty in your brand new outfit," It was true. Jackie wore a red and black plaid sweater with a pair of black jeans and matching winter boots while her hair flipped frontward over her shoulder and was in a fishtail braid. "And you're so amazing any of those kids would be crazy to not love you." Jackie shook her head no.

"They're not going to like me, please don't make me." Santana sighed and turned to Jackie in the back seat.

"What if I walk you to your classroom? Would that make you feel better?" Jackie nodded her head slowly. Santana smiled and made her way to the back seat. She took Jackie's hand and walked with her into the building. She looked around, this school was much bigger than her old one, and there were more kids.

Great. More taunting.

"Ok, remember, you walk all the way down this hall and to the right, and," She looked at the email on her phone with Jackie's room number. "You're here, room 109. Mrs. Pillsbury." Santana had specifically asked for the principle to give Jackie a female teacher. She didn't want her to have anymore anxiety about school than she already did. Jackie stared up at the door and she began to hear laughter,

"They're laughing at me already!"

"Or they're having fun while they learn." Santana said slowly, she bent down to Jackie's height. "Go ahead, knock. I'm your teacher can't wait to meet you." Jackie hesitated before she gave a light, barely audible knock. Santana chuckled before she knocked a bit harder. After a couple of moments a tall, ginger haired women answered the door with latex gloves. Santana stood up and lifted an eyebrow.

"Sorry… I'm a little OCD. But you can be sure that this classroom is very clean. Here, please take some sanitizer." Santana took a bit and then gave Jackie some. "Hi there, I'm Mrs. Pillsbury. You must be Jackie Sanders and you are-"She looks at Santana.

"She's my mami… we don't look alike but-"

"That's fine! You don't have to look exactly alike; it's all about your heart." Mrs. Pillsbury smiles, "Are you staying?"

"No, I really have to-"

"Please!" Jackie shouts. Santana gives a weak smile.

"I can't, I have a meeting that I'm already 15 minutes late for." Jackie bows her head in sadness. "I'll walk you in and then I have to leave Jackie." Santana sighs and smiles when Jackie agrees. She takes her hand once more and leads her through a few of the desk. A few of the kids stare at her and some whisper, Santana decides on a seat next to an little Asian girl who is sitting by herself in the corner of the room. Jackie sits down and Santana places a soft kiss on her cheek and waves bye to her.


Brittany was in her music appreciation class not paying one bit of attention. Santana was distracting her. She'd been trying to avert her attention for the last 30 minutes but nothing worked, it kept going to back to Santana. What did she do to deserve a woman as sexy, and sweet and genuine and badass and protective as Santana? The list went on and on in her mind.

She always smelled good.

She kissed Brittany with such care.

She was welcoming.

She did nothing but show her affection for Brittany.

The way she read at night with her glasses sitting on her nose like a nerd.

How she kissed Brittany to wake her up in the morning.

How she held her close at night, it made Brittany feel like no one could hurt her.

Her body. Oh god, her body.

Why was it so perfect? As scared as Brittany was to touch her girlfriend; her desire was starting to get the best of her. It was becoming torture to even sit near Santana. At night she would wear tiny pajama shorts that showed off her long, tan legs, or she'd wear baggy sweats that showed just how toned and flat her stomach was. Brittany closed her eyes, in visioning Santana that morning. How her chest showed slightly through her unbutton blouse. She sighed deeply. She could never make Santana feel the way she made her feel. She could touch Santana the way Santana touched her. When Santana put her hands on Brittany, everything was on fire and Brittany couldn't tell her no. She could just picture it now, Santana yawning while Brittany tasted her, or her checking her text when her fingers slipped into her panties. She wouldn't enjoy it. Brittany laid her head on the desk; her head was hurting from all this doubting herself. A buzzing her lap caught her attention.

Santana: Do you have a break anytime soon?

Brittany: Right after this class so… 40 minutes. Why?

Santana: Can you come by office? Please? I miss you.

A smile quickly formed on Brittany's face.

Brittany: How much do you miss me?

Santana rolled her eyes, not only did she want to see Brittany, but the urge between her legs and the way her fingers kept dancing along her desk let her know that she seriously needed Brittany to be on her lap right now. Or her desk. Either way, she just wanted her. She simply needed Brittany.

Santana: Britt, please?

Santana wasn't one to beg, but Brittany was a special case.

Brittany: I'll be there in like an hour. : D I miss you too btw

Santana smiled wildly, but she still had to wait a whole hour. She'd finished most of her case studies for the day, and she even got to make a few phone calls and advocated for the parents that were actually trying to get their lives together to take care of their children. She began to clean her desk off a bit; it was where Brittany was going to be sitting. The Latina began to smile even harder and she licked her lips. She thought about Brittany sitting on her desk, open legged and begging. It made that throbbing between her legs even more noticeable. Ever since that morning, the way Brittany was looking at her made Santana want to push her up against the refrigerator, or pin her to the floor and-

Santana shook her head; no girl had ever turned her on this much. Or made her want them this much: No one. No, not even Kayla. There was something about Brittany that made her forget all the rest…

Maybe it was how silky her hair was when Santana played in it at night.

Maybe it was the way she giggled when Santana kissed her cheek, or how she laughed when they talked.

How she listened to her.

Maybe it was the way she danced in front of the mirror while she did her hair.

Maybe it was the way she snuggled into Santana's chest every chance she got.

How she would look out the window and gaze at the stars and then turn to Santana and ask her the weirdest questions.

Maybe it was simply Brittany.


Brittany couldn't get out of the class fast enough. A chance to see Santana in the middle of the day and she'd been thinking about her for at least three hours straight. When she pulled to the building she practically ran in, up the stairs and down the hall to Santana's office. When the Latina women answered, she pulled Brittany in and pushed her against the back of the door lightly. Then she locked it. Brittany places her hands on Santana's waist and Santana takes no time nipping at Brittany's neck but Brittany pushes her away slowly. "I-I… I want to touch y-you." Santana smiled at Brittany's hesitance and she slowly unbuttons her shirt, pulling it out of her pants.

"You have my permission, baby." Brittany takes her now shaking hands and slips Santana's shirt off and to the floor. Her breath gets caught in her throat when she sees Santana's wearing a leopard print bra, her chest is sitting up perfectly and the print makes her smooth tan skin look even better. Brittany moves her hands to feel her girlfriend's breast, when the fabric rubs into Santana's hard nipples she cries softly. Brittany's touches are clumsy and her hands are trembling.

"Baby," Santana places her hands over Brittany's and looks her in the eyes. "Please relax ok? Tell me what wrong-"

"I'm not going to be any good. I want to touch you, I want to make you feel good but I'm not… don't know what to do and-" She's interrupted by Santana's lips pressing into hers softly, she can feel assurance through the kiss, she can feel passion and love. Santana pulls away resting her forehead on Brittany's. "You're everything to me. You don't need to worry about making me feel good because you do everyday…" She whispers, she reaches back and unclasp her bra, letting it slip from her shoulders and to the floor. Brittany can't help but smile despite how nervous she is. Santana took Brittany's hand in hers and brought it to her breast, cupping the right one gently. Brittany presses harder adding more pressure and Santana closes her eyes. "You're making me feel good right now," She moans in a barely audible voice. "You make me feel so good, Brittany." Brittany takes a chance and catches Santana's nipple between her fingers and swirls it around. She notices Santana's eyes are shut and she seems to be enjoying her touches. "Unzip my pants," Santana tells her. Brittany nods and moves her hands down. She struggles with the zipper and the button for a while but she eventually does and reveals matching leopard print panties. Then she moves her hands back to Santana breast as Santana's loose pants drop. "Touch me Britt, really touch me." Santana growls, "I want you to feel how wet I am for you." Brittany's throat grows dry at the words and she nods quickly.

"R-Right here?" Santana opens her eyes and smiles; she forgot she had a couch.

Santana lays down on the couch, pulling the flushed blonde between her legs. Santana smiles sweetly at Brittany who's still shaking a bit. She motions her hand to Brittany's cheek, holding it while she stares into blue eyes. "Baby, baby… look at me." Brittany swallows hard; the sight of Santana is too much for her to simply look right now. Her lips are parted slightly and her breathing is heavy as she finally connects her eyes to the deep browns one gazing up at her adoringly. "Come here," She gestures Brittany closer and Santana's hands snake down Brittany's spine, grasping her ass and pulling her in. Their lips meet but Santana gives Brittany all control. For a while their lips are moving together, heads tilted, movements slow. The wider Santana opens her mouth the more Brittany gets the hint. She slips her tongue in, earning a barely audible whimper to crawl from Santana's throat. The Latina starts to grip Brittany's ass, squeezing it tightly; loving how it feels inside her thin denim. She has to stop herself from going too far however, this is time for Brittany to learn. Santana ignores the growing ache between her legs and lets Brittany take it slow. The blonde's hands are caressing her girlfriend's breast; her touches becoming more and more confident the harder Santana's nipples grow. She's fine with this, but she's scared to go any further. The kiss grows faster, hungrier. Santana's flat, begging tongue is taking over Brittany, leaving the younger at a loss. With the bit of courage that Brittany has she slowly, lightly, slides her hands from Santana's breast and down to her sides, rubbing them in a caring motion. The tender kiss slows down but it doesn't stop, both women were enjoying the feeling of being so close, Santana lets out a shaky sigh; she'd never felt so into to someone before. With one last peck, Brittany kisses her way down; past Santana's throat, past her collarbone and to her breast again. Without warning Brittany takes her lovers right nipple in her mouth, sucking gently on them.

"Britt," Santana moans. She runs her hands up and finds them now tangled into blonde hair. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and closes her eyes. Brittany twists the other nipple between her thumb and her pointer finger. When Santana feels Brittany's tongue start to swirl around the nipple she sucks in a deep breath; why the hell did that feel so good? "Britt, please," Santana almost chuckles; Brittany probably doesn't even realize she's teasing her. "I need you," Santana moves one of her hands from Brittany's hair and find one of Brittany's hand that is still caressing her hips. She takes that hand and guides it to her core. "Here." Brittany's attention averts from her current position and she shoots her eyes up to lustful brown ones. She gasps at the feeling of:

Warmth.

Wet.

She closes her eyes and then opens them slowly.

"O-ok." Brittany moves back up slowly, melting into her girlfriends embrace.

"Ok," Santana whispers. She reaches up, kissing Brittany lightly on the lips. "Please, don't be scared baby." Brittany shakes her head.

"I'm not," Her voice cracks a bit at the words and it's obviously a lie. Santana's core is throbbing under Brittany's resting palm,

"Mhm," Santana kisses Brittany's neck, nipping at it slowly, letting Brittany know that everything is ok. Brittany takes a deep breath and motions her hands to the inside of Santana's drenched panties. When her girlfriend takes in a painfully sharp breath, she smiles. Santana licks her way up to Brittany's ear and whispers "Keep going, baby." She encourages, before taking the shell of her ear into her mouth. Brittany moans at the sensation that is Santana's mouth and starts to run her fingers up and down slippery wet folds. She stops when she feels a swollen bud and rubs at the mound of nerves. "Ahhh, Brittany." Santana moans quietly.

Brittany is amazed at the feeling, she's slowly circling Santana's clit, earning more and more whimpers from the woman beneath her. Her lovers was so wet, Brittany's couldn't believe it was all because of her.

"Does this feel good?" Brittany asks innocently, really wants to know when she presses down hard on Santana's clit while still rubbing it.

"Yes!" The Latina yelps. "So good-"Her words are cut off by a deep moan jumping from her throat when she feels Brittany speed up the circles. "Br-Brittany!"

A warmth comes over Santana and she feels her arousal growing, her wetness seeping through and dripping desperately. Brittany moves her head, catching Santana's lips in her and kissing her deeply.

Santana moans sweetly into the kiss, even as Brittany is teasing her, she's never felt something so gentle. And loving. Ever. She pulls away and looks into Brittany's eyes and is instantly absorbed by them.

"You're so wet," She rasps against parted lips. "You're so fuck wet," Brittany shocks herself at her language, but it's true, and she felt the need to point it. Which only made Santana gush out another set of juices.

Brittany never knew being with a woman could be this pleasurable. Enjoying the feeling of her. The scent of her. Her. She hears Santana cry out at her words.

"Brittany, I need you. Please," Santana paused, " Please… I want you inside of me." Santana wasn't one to beg, but she made an exception for right now.

These were serious circumstances.

Brittany nods when she senses her girlfriend's desperation and with less than a second, she's dipping her fingers into wet heat. "Fuck!" Santana shuts her eyes and arches her body up a bit. She growls in frustration when Brittany removes her fingers, but her growl quickly avert to a shaky breath when she sees Brittany bring her finger up to pink lips.

"I want to taste you," She whispers looking at Santana then at her glistening finger. Santana nods her head, unable to speak. Brittany slips her finger past her lips and sucks on it, getting it clean. "You taste like peaches," She leans in and kisses Santana hard on the lips, Santana groans and curves her arms under Brittany's armpits and latches on to the back of her shoulder. Brittany takes her wet finger and slips it back into Santana. Santana is amazed at how amazing Brittany's fingers felt and she wasn't really doing much. But quickly after the thought she feels Brittany add two more fingers, and they are now knuckle deep, prying into Santana's core.

"Ah! Ah! Ahh!" Santana cries and drops her head to the couch, digging it into the cushions. "Fuck Britt, you're so deep!" Brittany gives a devilish grin, a shot of confidence washes over her and she starts to pump her fingers in and out of Santana quickly and she can feel the womans walls snapping down on her fingers, becoming tighter and more resistant. "Don't stop!" She hears Santana pant. She watches as the woman under her begins to cry a bit louder, her finger sure to leave marks on Brittany. Her breasts are moving along with each thrust and Brittany reaches out to grab one with her free hand.

"You're so fucking sexy," She husk, and Santana shuts her eyes tightly; feeling her body give out and up to Brittany. The blonde stops her motions, still knuckle deep in her girlfriend. She then remembers what Santana did to her and she curls her fingers as she stiffen and starts to tap on a spongy area within Santana. When her girlfriend begins to shake and tremble she's sure she's hit a hot spot and speeds up. Her palm rubbing into Santana's clit at well.

"Oh… God! Oh God! Britt-"Santana's body arches up painfully slow and everything in Santana's mind goes blank. Her eyes pop open and she can feel her pussy muscles pushing Brittany's hand away. Nothing coherent comes out of her mouth, just cries and moans and whimpers. Short pants and breathy sighs and her throat is starting to hurt from the screaming. Brittany snakes her arm around Santana, pulling her close for support. She keeps up the action, only slowly down when Santana screams that she can't take anymore and some other things in spanish. She removes her finger, licking what's left of Santana off of them, but still holds her close and tight. Once she feels Santana calming down a bit she lets down gently to the couch.


"Britt-Brittany." Santana closes her eyes and tries to do something, anything for her to recover. She leans back, her back pressing into Brittany's chest. "That was… sweet, but still so hot. "She leans back and kisses Brittany's lips.

"You're a good teacher." Brittany begins to rub Santana's thighs soothingly when she notices them still shaking a bit. Brittany kisses the crook of Santana's neck and holds the woman against her tightly. "You're so beautiful." Brittany peppers kisses on Santana's back and her shoulders. Santana smiles.

"So are you… I didn't think you could be speak like that," Brittany blushes a little.

"Was it too much?"

"No, no, it turned me on even more. You should do it more often. I've never had anyone talk to me like that." Brittany blushes.

"I was a first?" Santana chuckles.

"I have a very strong feeling that you're going to be a lot of first for me," Santana turns her head and catches Brittany's bottom lip between hers. She starts to suck on it intently and then pulls it out slowly. Brittany moves her head, not allowing Santana's mouth to get to far from hers and their kissing again; tongues tangled, lips pressing gently into each other, heads tilted and moans escaping. Santana turns her body without breaking the moment and scoots herself closer to Brittany. The Latina takes Brittany's hands off of her thigh and holds it tightly, intertwining their fingers together.

"Like?" Santana moans when Brittany pulls away.

"Like… the first girl I've ever let into my house for longer than 3 hours." She and Brittany laugh. "The first girl I've ever told Isabella about. The first women I've felt this way about. The first women…" Santana pauses. "The first women to ever make me feel so comfortable that I open up to them, the first woman to make me feel the way I just felt about 20 minutes ago." Brittany blushes to the point where she figures she must be blood red right now. "You're fucking adorable." Santana breaths crashing their lips together once more.

"I have to get back for my dance class." Brittany kisses her once more before Santana rolls off of her and looks at her phone.

"We've been at this for an hour and a half?" She giggles. "I'm tired now,"

"Mhm," Brittany hands the Latina her clothes. "I'll make you something nice for dinner when I we get home after the concert." Santana grins,

"Home?"

"Um, I mean your home." Brittany hides her face in her hands. "I'm sorry! I thought-"

"No, I'm happy that you think of my home as your home because that exactly how I feel too." Brittany lets out a breath,

"Ok, good…" Her smile widens.

"But I'm just going to order pizza so everyone can get the hell out. We can have a little celebration dinner after the concert because Bella will be pumped. I was thinking we could have everyone over." Santana stands up. Brittany helps her to put her clothes back on.

"Everyone?" Brittany asks and heads out the door.

"Right… um Quinn, Mercedes, Blain and Kurt. Their like joined at the hips. Um, Puck… that waiter at the restaurant? And Finn…" Brittany gets too excited now,

"I get to meet your friends?!"

"If you can call them that," Santana says shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh stop! I can't wait!"

"I've kind of already told them about you… and Quinn is going to interrogate you, ok?"

"I love questions." Santana grins as snaps on her suspenders.

"I love you, Britt."


When it came to recess Jackie just sat at one of the picnic tables alone. None of the kids talked to her during class and when they had to do a partner worksheet no one chose her and she got stuck with Mrs. Pillsbury. She watched the other kids play on the playground while she sat there with her head in her palms. She wished she had friends. She wished someone would talk to her. Just then three girls walked over to her. One girl had long dark blonde hair and she was front while the other two strolled behind her. "Hi," The blonde girl said in such a way that Jackie could tell this wasn't going to be a nice conversation. So she didn't bother to answer. "Are you deaf? She said hi!" One of the girls in the back shouted, Jackie moved her eyes to look at them.

"Hi," She said in a tiny voice,

"We're in the same class." The blonde speaks. "That lady, who was she?"

"What lady?" Jackie asks.

"The one that picked out a seat for you, baby!"

"I'm not a baby!" Jackie said a little more sternly but the girls just laughed. "She was my mami."

"No she wasn't. You're white, she was like…. Darker."

"She was my mami," Jackie insists.

"Na-uh! Mommy's are supposed to look like you! And why are you saying mommy like that? You're weird." Her little lackeys laughed too.

"It's pronounced mommy"

"Well she's my mami! Shut up! I didn't even do anything to you guys! Leave me alone! Go play with your damn Barbie's or something." They're eyes grew wide at Jackie's language.

"Ohhhhh!" They all sung to her. "You said a bad word! We're telling the lunch aids!" And with that they ran off. Jackie didn't care. She got up and moved the sit under the jungle gym.

Great, something else for people to make fun of her for.

When it came to lunch her day didn't get better. She sat in the back of the cafeteria watching the other children like she did at recess, and earlier that day. Jackie put her head down; looking at the Turkey Sandwich that Brittany had cut into a heart. She smiled at it, why were Brittany and Santana so nice to her? She took a bit of the sandwich and almost died of delight. The rest of the lunch contained a bag of Doritos, a cherry lime juice box and an Orange. She was so used to her mother throwing a bag of Lays and a juice into her bag that she never really knew what it was like to have a real lunch. Her smile quickly started to fade as she looked at the lunch sitting in front of her… why were they so nice? She'd been told time and time again that she wasn't worth much, that she wouldn't amount to anything, that she was only good if she lying on her back or standing on her knees. A tear dropped from her eyes but she just wiped it away…

Mrs. Pillsbury walked her class outside at exactly 3 O'clock and when Jackie saw Santana she ran out of line and straight to the woman. She ignored Mrs. Pillsbury's calls for her to come back, she just wanted Santana. "Mami!" She screamed when she reaches Santana's arms. Santana hugged her back,

"I think you're supposed to wait in line," She said as Mrs. Pillsbury and the rest of the line got to the end of the walkway for all the car riders and walkers. Jackie turned to Mrs. Pillsbury.

"I'm sorry-"

"I know, you just got excited." Santana smiled,

"Is there something I need to sign saying that I picked her up or,"

"Nope, you just take her when I bring her to you. Um, if someone else is picking her you have to call the office and let them know, then they let me know and the person needs to have ID." Santana nodded her head before taking Jackie's hand and leading her to the car.

"How was school?"

"Stupid. Kids are stupid and I don't want to go back."

"Was it that bad?" Santana asks. Jackie nods her head and explains how no one would talk to hr and when someone did they just were making fun of her for a having a mother of a different color.

"Then, the lunch aids made me go and sit outside the office for the rest of lunch for using a bad word-"

"What word?"

"I told the girls to go play with their damn dolls," Jackie said hesitantly. "I know you said I shouldn't use bad words but they made me so mad! They' wouldn't leave me alone…"

"I understand, but sweetie, it's something you have to watch. Ok?" Jackie nodded,

"Am I in trouble?" Santana sighed.

"No, not this time." Jackie smiled and continued to talk about her day


That night was the night of Isabella's concert and Santana and Brittany couldn't get Isabella to stop bouncing with excitement. "I know all the words mommy. Mama, are you going to cheer for me?" She asks once they walked into her daycare. They were directed to a room in the back with a Curtin hung and chair all around with tables. Plus thanksgiving decorations.

"Of course we are," Brittany answered. Isabella begins to twirl around in her dress, making it go high in the air. She kept twirling around and Santana finally placed her hands on the young girls shoulders.

"You're going to make yourself dizzy, mija." She said to her with a smile.

"Hey! Bella!" Kyra yells, poking her head from behind the Curtin. "We're supposed to be back here! Come on!" She gestures for Isabella to follow. With a kiss on the cheek to both woman and a hug t Jackie, Isabella runs off.

"We should go get a table up front. Just in case if she panics on stage she can look down and see us." Santana says grabbing Brittany and Jackie's hand an leading them to an open table front center.

"Santana!" A voice calls and Santana is pleased to see Kayla walking behind her and sitting dow by Brittany. "Do you guys mind if I join you? I'm kind of lonely, my parents couldn't make it and neither could my sister." Santana gives a sad look,

"We can cheer Kyra on too." Brittany smiles at the breath taking woman sitting next to her. Was this really the kind of woman Santana slept with? Beyond sexy, video looking vixen's? She groaned to herself.

"Brittany, baby. This Kayla, Kyra's mom. Kayla, this is my girlfriend, Brittany." Kayla smiles. "And you already met Jackie." Jackie gives a small smile and waves before putting her head down for her to look at her lap. Santana gazes at Jackie for a while; she'd been so quiet since the other night. Her thoughts are interrupted by her phone buzzing multiple times:

Quinn: Why's it so damn crowded in here? It's a daycare concert, not fucking One Direction.

Mercedes: Let another one of these mothers push me. Imma cut somebody, San.

Puck: I might be going home with this milf tonight… so don't be shocked if you don't see me afterwards. I can't a damn seat.

Finn: Um, where are the doors?

Kurt: Why do these children smell homeless?

Santana giggles before she texted everyone to meet her at her place after the concert. She returns her attention to Brittany and Kayla.

"Santana, I can see why you…" Kayla's voice trailed off. "You're literally breath taking."

"Yeah, she is." Santana agreed placing her hand on Brittany's knee. Santana turns her head to Jackie, "Mija, do you want something to drink? They have juice over at that table." Jackie shakes her head furiously, Santana sighs. What the hell is wrong with her? "You'll probably get thirsty later, I'll get you some just in case." With that Santana gets up and Jackie puts her head down on the table. Kayla is looking at Brittany, she's intrigued.

"Santana told me how much she likes you. I can see why she didn't call me." Brittany's mouth almost drops, she starts to stutter.

"No, no… you're beautiful like… really."

"Yeah, but you two seem so in sync and I've only been here for seven minutes," Brittany blushes at her words.

"Thanks… I really like her too… er, I love her."

"Mhm, Bella talks about her new mama all the time. You guys are like this cute little family," Before Brittany can answer she see's Dominic approaching the table.

"Hey Britt," He gives her a weak smile but it fades when he see Santana,

"Hey…" She says, he voice cracking at the sight of her brother. "I'm glad you showed up… are you going to sit with us?" He shakes his head quickly,

"I just wanted to say hi to Brittany." And like that he walks away, Santana groans and goes after him.

"Dom, wait! I think Bella would like to see you, I mean, Puck and Finn and Blain and Kurt are here but… you're her real uncle… and she misses you. So, maybe you could come over afterwards? I ordered pizza… you don't have to stay long-"

"Sure. For Bella." And he continues back to his original spot. Santana smiles and walks back to the table, sitting down at the table. Brittany has moved over and is now rubbing a depressed Jackie's back.

Once the show started, Isabella had the first solo. She walked right up to the microphone and began to sing her heart out. Santana laughed when she noticed that Isabella wasn't singing the same words on the lyric sheet that they had practiced. She had forgot the words and was now making them up as she went. Santana couldn't help but shout loudly once Isabella's solo was over; she was perfect in her eyes. "Britt, she was so good!" She whispered while Brittany an Kayla laughed.

"She was, she was. Even if she did forget the words,"

"Excellent improve!"

She kind of sounded like you,"

"Let's not go overboard." Santana joked. When it got to the next song, Kyra got up from her chair and stood up, walking over to the microphone they had set up. Once the music started she looked around the room and found her mother staring at her proudly,

"You can do it," Kayla mouthed, but when it came time for her to sing she froze and stood. The room was silent and waiting. Kayla almost ran up to her daughter so she could sing with her, or make her feel better but before she could Isabella got up from her chair and grabbed Kyra's hand. She looked at her best friend and smile.

"Sing!" She whispered, "I'm here, and our mommies are right there. If anyone laughs my mommy will go all types of Lime heights on them." Santana laughed, being so close she heard what her daughter had said. She was right. Kyra nodded her head and turned back to the audience, not letting go of Isabella's hand though. She began to sing and she was actually really good, Santana, Kayla and Brittany all cheered loudly once she was done and Kyra and Isabella walked back over to their seats as the audience continued to cheer.

The pizza was right on time, it arrived right around the same time Santana's friends had got to her apartment. Jackie sat on the couch as Santana walked over to her. "Sweetie, can you come meet some people? I've told them all about you and they really want to meet you." Jackie nods her head slowly, getting up from the couch. She flinched when Santana took her hand. "It's ok. You don't have to hold it." She told her, a little shocked by Jackie's reaction. Jackie kept her head low but took Santana's hand anyway. "Jackie, this is Quinn, Mercedes, Puck, Finn, Kurt and Blain. They're your aunts and uncles." Jackie was hiding behind Santana; she waved shyly before going back to the couch and sitting down. Pulling her knees to her chest and sighing. Santana turned to her friends and rolled her eyes. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with her! She was fine before I left her at school…"

"She could just be sad San. It happens. She's new there… and here."

"I get that but she's been so comfortable around me ad Britt, now it's like she's withdrawing from us." She glanced back over at Jackie. "I don't like it." Her friends strugged it off, saying she should give her space and she'd come around. Quinn was the first person to pick Isabella up and spin her around in her arms, "You were positively amazing, sweetie!" Isabella began to giggle, hugging Quinn tightly.

"Thanks auntie Q." She smiles. Mercedes was next, then Puck, then Finn, then Kurt and Blain. Brittany and Santana stood in the kitchen, watching them shower Isabella with compliments. Santana laughed,

"Her head is about to be so fucking big." Santana chuckled taking a sip of sprite, but she was imagining it was wine. Everyone was spread out throughout the living room. Jackie was sitting on the floor playing video games by herself, completely distant from everyone.

"She deserves too. She did perfect tonight." Santana agrees,

"Yeah she did… Dominic said he would come but I don't see him." Her smile quickly fades to a frown. "He probably lied to get me to leave him alone."

"Stop, he said he would come. Give him time."

"What do you think is wrong with Jackie? She had a hard day at school… but why is she so sad around us all of a sudden."

"We have to give her space baby, when you're upset don't you like space to think?"

"Well yeah…" Brittany gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as Quinn and Mercedes walked over to them.

"So… this is the girl that…" she paused, "How did she put it, Mercedes." Quinn teased,

"Stole her heart?" Santana blushed instantly and glared at her friends,

"Yeah, I think that's how she put it. Oh! What else Cedes? Something about how-"

"I. Said. Nothing. Like That. Fabrey." Brittany's too busy giggling at Santana's sudden embarrassment to notice how mad she really.

"Yeah you did. You said that Blondie here was the new light of your life." Mercedes adds. Santana rolls her eyes but soon calms down when she feels Brittany give her a peck on the lips.

"You're cute."

"I'm not. Cute." Santana tries to sound stern but it's seriously comes out as a fail. "Guys, this is Brittany. Brittany, this is Quinn and Mercedes." Brittany beams.

"Hi!" Quinn and Mercedes both jump a little.

"She's a perky one," Mercedes comments. Santana smiles and bits her tongue but she can't help it,

"Just," She starts "Wanky." Mercedes and Quinn both roll their eyes.

"What does 'wanky; mean?" Brittany ask them as the trio starts to laugh.

"Santana uses it when her dirty mind turns something sexual." Brittany thinks about it for a minutes.

"San!" She hits Santana playfully, but it barely phases the other woman because she's laughing so hard.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But you are…" Before Brittany can defend herself Santana is placing light peck on her cheeks, causing her to giggle.

"You two are just sickening." Mercedes states making a gag noise, "Seriously."

"Now, Brittany…" Quinn says crossing her arms.

"And here comes the bitchiness," Santana breathes. "Calm down."

"I just have a few questions. I can't have my best friend giving her heart to someone who might break it,"

"Q-" Her sentence is stopped by Quinn putting her hand in her face.

"You," She points to Brittany, "Follow me," Brittany holds on tight to Santana's hand.

"I'm scared." She whispers.

"Quinn is harmless, baby. I swear. She's all bark and no bite." Santana kisses Brittany's lips for a second. "I'll be right here." Quinn is already sitting on the couch and motions for Brittany to come join her.

"First question, you're only with Santana because of Dominic."

"Wait, that's not a question, it's a statement. And no I'm not, I love Santana."

"Mhm, love? Don't you think it's kind of soon for that? You guys have been dating for what, a month?"

"Yeah, about..."

"And you're talking about love? Do you know my best friend? She doesn't usually do love. I would hate for you to get your heart broken-"

"She said she loves me and I believe her! I know it's soon; these feelings are coming fast, but she makes me feel special and wanted… she makes me feel like this stupid world actually has a purpose. I feel like we're drawn together… she trust me and confides in me. We're comfortable with each other. All of our plans-"

"Plans?"

"We want to get married… we've brought it up but never actually discussed it."

"Marriage?" Quinn's eyebrows perk up. Santana had never brought up marriage in a sentence to her.

"She loves me and I love her. I don't love Dominic, not like that."

"Good. I thought you had some weird sibling fetish."

"I don't know what fetish means…" Quinn laughs a bit, but not a Brittany… at her answer really. "But I'm sure I don't have a sibling's one." Brittany giggles along with Quinn.

"You're approved… for now." Brittany smiled harder and gave Quinn a huge hug; it meant a lot to her that one of Santana's best friends's approved of her. When she pulled away she saw Dominic spinning Isabella around, lifting her high in the air. Isabella had a huge grin on her face; she was laughing wildly, hugging Dominic and kissing his cheek.

"I haven't seen you in a quidillion million bazillion years!" she hollered.

"I'm sorry I left like that Bella… but can you give me and your mommy some time alone? We gotta talk." Isabella nodded her head sadly and ran over to sit on Brittany's lap.


"Hey," Santana said crossing her arms defensively, prepared to argue.

"Uncross your arms San, and wipe that glare off your face. I don't want to argue with you… I forgive you." Santana's mouth dropped.

"Seriously? You're not just like… fucking with me, right?" Dominic ran his finger though his perfectly cut hair and sighed loudly.

"No, no… I forgive you. I've been thinking and Brittany was right. You were right… we didn't connect. We didn't fit together," He crashes his fingers together, making hem fit in place. "We were never like this… I knew it. I knew she was with someone else, or wanted to be with someone else but I kept thinking 'Nah, dude. You're fucking Dominic Lopez. Every chick on campus wants this-'"

"Straight chick,"

"Yeah. I knew there was someone else but I was hoping that they'd fade away and she'd want me as much as I wanted her." He looks up, locking eyes with Santana. "But you two? I was watching you guys during the concert, how just… perfect you guys seemed." He chuckles, "I kept glancing over and seeing the way she was smiling at you. The way she giggled when you kissed her or touched her. I've never seen you like that, and she's never smiled like that with me." Santana opens her mouth to answer but he puts his hands up. "I think I was so upset because I didn't think you were him. Like fuck, if you were a guy, if you were my brother I might not have been as upset because at least I'd know I could steal her back, you know? But if she's gay, and I have learned from you that when someone's gay; they're gay… there was no getting her back. But, I do love her, San, and I love you. I want to see the both of you happy, and if that means being together, I'm happy for you."

"Dominic, you just need a girl that'll like you sexual advances, most girls like attention like that. So they know you're not bored with them or anything. You need a heterosexual Brittany…"

"Uh huh… how about that black chick that was sitting with you guys? She was hot,"

"Kayla?"

"You already fucked her!?" Santana laughed,

"She's bi and very much single… I could try and get you a date."

"How old is she?"

"26." Dominic smiles wildly.

"Damn… hook me up?" he asks.

"I'll do my best." Santana smiles and holds back for a few seconds before she flings herself into Dominic's arms. "I missed you!" She cries, "I didn't you'd ever forgive me."

"I missed you too." Santana pulls away slowly, but Dominic takes her hands. "I really missed you. And Bella too. I figured I had to be here when the first knuckle head asks her on a date. We have to scare the shit out of him."

"Of course, I'll bring out Snixx," They laugh for a while and catch up. It turns out Dominic went to go stay with Rodney down the street, so he wasn't far from them. Then Santana catches him up on what happened with their parents and what he mom did. She had to stop Dominic from going and giving her a piece of his mind, he couldn't hit his mother but she could damn sure yell at her. But Santana stopped him, saying she already did that. Then they talked about Jackie and how Dominic could meet her but not tonight, she seemed beyond depressed. Dominic agreed that he would show her the better side of the male population over time. Once they were done talking they opened the door of the bedroom and went into the living room to find Brittany cleaning.

"Hey guys… everyone left like a few minutes ago. I'll clean up, there's not much."

"Don't be silly, Britt. I'll help." Dominic laughed,

"That's my quo to leave," Santana scuffed.

"Of course it is" He leaned in gave the Latina a soft peck on the cheek and he waved bye to Brittany.


"I'm so happy you two made up… I was getting worried." Brittany said settling into bed. She watched as the Latina pinned her hair up and placed her rob on the chair, showing off her toned stomach in a pair of boy shorts and a tank top.

"Yeah, I was too…"

"So, Kayla's pretty."

"Not as pretty as you… Dom wants me to hook him up with her." Santana said climbing into bed and straddling Brittany.

"Are you serious? Do you think she'll like him?"

"Well, she liked me and she is bi…"

"I mean like… she's like extra grown." Santana laughed at Brittany's comment.

"I think Dominic needs that. He's so damn immature and cocky, Kayla would show him a thing or two."

"You're cool with them dating?"

"I have you, I don't care who Kayla dates. Or Dominic for that matter. But I think they'd be good together… maybe?"

"Maybe…"

"You notice Jackie's been acting weird?"

"I have.."

"When I first went to get her from her parents she was sitting on the couch like how she was tonight She was withdraw and ignoring her family. It scared me, the look in her eyes like she was afraid... she ha that same look today."

"We should talk to her in the morning." Santana nodded and agreed. She rolled over to turn off he light and closed her eyes.


Jackie laid in her room feeling beyond scared. Tonight was it. She was going t have to do it eventually.. so why wait any longer? She got up out of her bed and walked towards the door...

How do you all feel about Dominic and Kayla dating? No, it would not take over this fanfic. It'd just be a cute addition to the story.

What do you guys think is wrong with Jackie? O_o what would you like to see happen with her and school? Yes, I shall be giving her friends! : )

Yay! Santana and Dominic made up : ) Bella was a good friend! Whoop

This is probably going to turn into a pretty smutty story… how do you all feel about smut. It won't be like… pointless sex. But they will be having a lot of sex. Exploring, trying different things…. So how do you guys feel about it?

I have no idea where this is going to stop, at first I just wanted Brittany and Santana to get together but not it's turned into so much more. And the sequel would take place years later so what's left for this story can't really be in the sequel… I hope you guys stay interested and keep reading.

Sorry for any typos, I tried to reread it but I get bored reading my own stuff and I really wanted to post this tonight so…

Thanks so much for reading!