Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. I most definitely have not given up on any of my stories. Just had writers block. Which is why this chapter is shorter than the others but the next one will be much longer promise!

Again, my apologies, friends :)

•••••••••••••••••••

Chapter Twelve

Brittany took Santana home and helped her into her pajamas before putting her into bed and running her long, pale fingers through brunette hair in a soothing manner, calming the Latina into a gentle sleep.

•••••••••••••••••••

When Santana woke up the next morning, her head was throbbing and there was a glass of water and some aspirin on her night stand. She scrunched her eyebrows and sat up in bed, turning her head toward the space next to her. It was empty, but the covers were messy, so she knew Brittany had been here. She sighed and took the aspirin and finished her water before getting out of bed and making her way to the kitchen to make some coffee.

She walked in and stopped, seeing her blonde girlfriend pouring coffee into a two mugs.

"Hey," Santana whispered as she sat at the island. Brittany looked at her and gave her a small smile before handing her the coffee she'd made.

"Hi," Brittany whispered back, "How are you feeling?"

"Hungover." Santana answered, staying silent for a while after before talking again, "I'm really sorry about last night, Britt. I honestly didn't think he'd do what he did. I really didn't think he had feelings for me."

Brittany nodded and looked down into her coffee cup, trying her best not to cry. She was hurt. She knew Santana didn't mean to hurt her and she could tell by the tone in the latina's voice that she was being honest, but, she couldn't help but be hurt.

"Brittany... Say something please." Santana whispered, wrapping her hands around her coffee cup, slightly afraid to touch the blonde, worried that the blonde didn't want to be touched by her, "Please..."

"I just... I just feel hurt, that's all." Brittany said, looking up at Santana with tears pooling in her eyes, "I know it wasn't your fault, but, I warned you and... You didn't believe me."

"I know, baby, but he was my best friend and... I didn't want to believe you. Because if I had, then it would've made it all real and.. I didn't want that." Santana said, watching as a single tear fell from Brittany's eye.

"You can't always get what you want, San." Brittany said, wiping her tear away and sniffling.

"I know... I just... I'm sorry, baby." Santana said as another tear fell from Brittany's eyes. Brittany sniffed and nodded.

"Yeah.. I know. I'm sorry too. For what I did last night, it.. It wasn't my place. I shouldn't have told Sam never to be in contact with you again, that's your decision and I shouldn't have made it for you. So... Sorry, for that." Brittany said as more tears fell, "I know I behaved really immaturely and I shouldn't have handled it the way I did. Sorry for that too." Santana nodded and smiled slightly.

"That's okay, baby." Santana said, "I get it. I really do. And, I'm not gonna speak to Sam after what happened last night. I don't want him ruining what we have... I mean, if it's not ruined already.. It's not ruined is it?"

"No... No, it's not. I love you, San. I'm just hurt, you know, I've never felt this way about anyone before and... I don't know, I guess I'm being silly."

"No, Britt, you're not being silly. This is normal. And I know you're hurting but, I wanna try and make it better." Santana said as Brittany wiped away her tears, "You know, we started something yesterday before Sam interrupted... If you're up for it, we could go finish..."

Brittany smiled and sipped her coffee.

"Sure... Sounds like fun."

•••••••••••••••••••

Brittany was moving in and out, in and out at a fast, hard pace. Santana was breathing heavily as loud, pleasurable moans escaped her mouth. Brittany was moaning softly into the latina's neck as she moved perfectly on top of her.

"I'm gonna cum." Brittany whispered as she moved as fast as possible. Santana let out an animalistic scream as her orgasm took over her body while Brittany came inside her, hard. The sound caused Brittany to cum again, her hips jutting forward and backward un-rhythmically.

"Oh, baby.." Santana whispered as she came down while Brittany's body pulled itself up on top of her. Brittany was now kneeling in between Santana's legs, pulling out and lifting the latina's leg and throwing it over her other one.

"Roll over." Brittany demanded softly. Santana rolled over and was lying on her stomach with her hips slightly elevated. Brittany ran her hands gently over Santana's ass as she moved the tip of her dick into Santana's entrance. As she entered the desperate Latina, Santana let out a breath, closing her eyes as Brittany eased in.

"Oh... Yeah." Santana moaned in a breathy tone as she slowly started moving her hips back to meet the blondes thrusts, "Mm, you feel so good, baby."

"I love you, San." Brittany whispered, hands on the latina's firm ass cheeks as she thrust in and out faster and faster. It wasn't long until Santana and Brittany were moaning loudly as words like 'yes' and 'more' fell out of their mouths.

Brittany was pumping in and out of the Latina at an animalistic pace, already have brought Santana to three mind blowing orgasms. Santana's body couldn't take anymore and as Brittany came again, the Latina came with her, shaking uncontrollably as Brittany's hot, white cum spurted into her. The Latina was numb all over when Brittany finally came down and pulled out. And it wasn't until she felt the blondes cum dripping down the inside of her thigh that she realized something extremely important.

"Shit." she cursed. Brittany was breathing heavily beside her, fingers gently dancing across her tan back.

"What?" Brittany asked, breathless.

"I didn't take the pill this morning." Santana answered, causing the blondes fingers to stop and her breath to get caught in her throat.

"Tell me that's a lie." Brittany begged after a few minutes of silence. Santana shook her head and sighed, burying her face in her pillow and letting out a scream. Brittany looked at her Latina and climbed onto her back, gently kissing her shoulder, "It's okay. I'm sure you're not pregnant."

"Oh, please! Your cum's dripping down my thigh. I wouldn't be surprised if I was pregnant with triplets." Santana said with an annoyed huff, "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." Santana moved out from underneath Brittany and got out of bed, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. A second later, the shower turned on. Brittany ran her fingers through her hair and sighed before getting up and making her way into the bathroom, getting into the shower and wrapping her arms securely around Santana from the front.

"If you are pregnant then... We'll get through it together. It's not a big deal, sweetie. It'll be okay." Brittany cooed as she ran her fingers through Santana's wet hair.

"Okay... Okay, you're right. It'll be fine."

"Exactly. Now, I'm super hungry, so, we should get dressed and then I'll make us breakfast, yeah?"

"Okay." Santana answered, "Now, help me get your cum off my thighs. I'm getting sticky."

•••••••••••••••••••

A/N: I know this wasn't the best chapter, but please tell me what you thought. Do you want Santana to be pregnant or not? You decide :)