A/N: Next to last chapter, wohoo!

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Chapter 14

"You ruined your hair..." Stacey stated after what felt like eternal silence between them.

"Why did you do that?"

"You know why..." Sarah replied, sighing and touching what was still left of her brown curls.

None of them quite knew what to do, both slowly recovering from their emotional overflow and returning to reality.

The auditorium had turned quiet by now and the silence in the classroom felt much louder than the previous sound of bass and instruments. Stacey sat down next to Sarah on a table, looking down on her own shoes and planning her next move.

"You shouldn't be staying in a hotel.." she then said, her voice still serious but mixed with a bit of sincere concern.

Sarah shrugged.

"It's alright. There are some weird spots on the sheets and I don't wanna know where they're coming from, but apart from that it's really bearable."

The blonde knew this scenario was usually not acceptable for the other girl at all. Hygiene, tidiness - all very important qualities for Sarah.

"Are you sure you don't wanna try to talk to your parents again?" Stacey asked carefully.

"We both know how this would turn out, Stace. I'm through with it, believe me, there's nothing that would possibly change the way they see the world. I've learned to accept it, cause honestly? I don't know I wanna be related to such people..."

Disgust was reflecting on her features and the blonde knew that what seemed to be pure hatred in Sarah's voice rather came from a place inside of her that was deeply hurt. She knew this feeling too well.

"They're your family after all.. I know you love them."

She looked the brunette in the eyes again for the first time and though she knew she was about to touch dangerous ground, she had to bring up the topic.

"And what about Chloe? She's still so young and won't understand why her sister doesn't wanna be in her life anymore... you could at least make sure she grows up with a different opinion..."

Sarah stared back at Stacey with her big brown eyes. She knew the girl was right, still she wasn't ready to face all this just yet.

"Maybe someday. That's all I can say for now."

The blonde just nodded slowly, beginning to understand that the girl was being serious with the whole situation. She didn't know if she'd ever seen her so sure about anything before, so determined when it came to personal decisions.

"Let's go." Stacey suddenly stated and jumped off the table.

"Go? Where?"

A really small but at least honest smile showed up on the blonde's lips.

"To get your stuff of course. We have at least five rooms at home that no one really needs. C'mon."

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They were basically running along the hallway, not letting go of each other's hands, when they realized there was no bus or other vehicle going to drive them home right now.

"I'll call us a cab, okay?" Santana asked, already impatiently fumbling for her phone.

Brittany nodded, smiling.

"Where do you wanna go?"

The Latina thought about it for a moment.

"Um, would your place be okay?"

"Yes, of course" the blonde agreed, having a vague idea why the other girl preferred not running into her parents right now.

When the taxi arrived, they both jumped into the backseat. Santana just quickly mumbled the adress before turning to the girl next to her and dragging her in for a kiss. It was dark by now and she felt more excited than ever about having some privacy with Brittany.

The Indian taxi driver looked into his rearview mirror, frowning at the sight of the two young girls who were obviously not able to keep their hands off of each other.

'Kids these days..' he thought, trying to force his gaze on the road in front of him.

Breaking their kiss, Santana's hand wandered to Brittany's chin, softly brushing a thumb along the sensitive skin of her face.

"I never wanted you as much as I do right now" she whispered honestly.

The blonde felt her heart beat faster and turned to look at the driver.

"My grandma's driving faster than you, and she has a wooden leg!"

The man cleared his throat and chose not to reply to this remark, still his foot pushed the gas pedal a little harder in order to get out of this awkward situation as quickly as possible.

Santana's mouth was on Brittany's neck, inhaling her sweet smell. She couldn't believe how lucky she felt in this moment, the intense tickling in her belly from the insane anticipation, it was driving her crazy.

"Where did you get this outfit?" she mumbled into her shoulder, trying her best not to let her hands run along the blonde's body, at least not until they'd be behind closed doors.

"I have my sources.." Brittany purred, her eyes falling shut at the feel of Santana's tongue shortly brushing her collarbone. When were they finally there?

As the car entered the Pierce's gateway, Santana just grabbed her purse and threw far too many dollar bills at the driver's lap without even counting them.

"Keep the rest!" she shouted, dragging Brittany out of the car and smashing the door shut behind them.

Hands still entwined they jumped up the stairs to the blonde's room. Brittany spotted Lord Tubbington half asleep on her bed and just gave him a serious look before grabbing him and carrying him outside.

"I know you're missing Lady McChubby since she broke up with you and you really wanna get your kitty-cuddle on, but I'm afraid you have to leave now, this is about to get really private."

She turned the key in her lock twice and let out a relieved sigh.

"Finally" she said, looking at Santana, smiling.

"Finally" the brunette replied before taking a step closer towards the girl in front of her.

"Is it weird that I'm so nervous?" she then asked, a shy expression on her face.

Brittany just shook her head before kicking off her heels into the corner of the room.

The first time their lips touched again it was very soft and Santana couldn't help but feel like she had never done this with Brittany before. She knew it had an entirely different meaning now, after all their emotions were out in the open, and it was scary.

The blonde took Santana's hand into her own and guided it up to her lips to gently kiss her fingers. Then she let both their hands travel accross her breasts to the zipper on the left of her tight shirt. The Latina understood the hint and slowly opened it, her hands shaking a little. Brittany gave the girl in front of her a loving smile before she raised her arms so that Santana was able to pull the black material over the blonde's head.

The instant the top had hit the ground with a small thud, Brittany's lips were on Santana's again, far more passionately than only minutes ago. She pushed the Latina backwards until her knees were hitting the edge of her bed. Santana fell backwards and landed in a big pile of extremely soft pillows, all of them smelling fresh and fruity, like the blonde herself.

Brittany straddled Santana's lap and attacked her mouth hungrily while slowly pushing the Latina's dress up her thighs who couldn't help but notice how different this kind of making out was compared to their usual nights together. Sure, it had been passionate before, still it had mostly felt like a habit that none of them knew how to deal with. It had been something they both wanted but never talked about, something that was indeed a very satisfying physical act, but also something that allowed no analyzing, something that would almost be denied.

What was happening now left no room for any further denial, they both knew this. There was no way that anyone of them would be able to see this night as any less than it really was.

"Let's get you out of this.." Brittany whispered into Santana's ear who was moving her hands up and down the curve of the blonde's ass, still covered in these insanely tight pants.

She nodded and sat up a little so the other girl was able to slowly open up the entirely buttoned dress. When she had finally managed to undo all of the small buttons, she just gave the latina a cheeky look. "The next time you decide to wear that thing, expect me to just rip it open"

Santana had to laugh and nodded.

"Alright."

Their lips crashed against each other once more and the Latina loved the feel of Brittany's tongue entering her, it felt so... demanding. The blonde nibbled, sucked on Santana's lower lip, sometimes soft, sometimes harder - it made her whimper. One of her hands was in the brunette's hair, grabbing it, dragging her closer, caressing her neck. The other hand practically groped one of her breasts, pinching a nipple through the material of her bra.

Santana knew Brittany enjoyed taking the lead in bed from time to time, but her actions said more this night. They were saying now you're finally mine and it seemed like she was able to let herself go for the very first time, finally sure that the Latina really wanted what she was doing to her. That she wanted it with her and no other person on this goddamn planet.

Slowly growing impatient, the blonde maneuvered herself out of her pants so they were both wearing nothing but their underwear. Their bodies started moving against each other and the feel of hot skin against skin was familiar but also so intoxicating.

Santana's knee moved a little upwards so it was creating friction between Brittany's legs , her eyes fell shut and she had to let out a small moan. She tried her best not to start grinding against the brunette's leg, wanting this to take as long as even possible.

Her hands were on both of Santana's breasts now, massaging them and slowly pushing the bra's material aside. Her mouth was trailing wet kisses along the Latina's neck, traveling lower to her chest.

"Get up" she ordered softly, embracing her petite body so she was able to unclasp her bra and carelessly throw it aside. She pushed her back onto the mattress and her lips quickly moved to Santana's nipples, teasing them, licking them, sucking them, one after the other.

"Gosh, Brit..." Santana sighed, pressing her eyes firmly shut to enjoy the intense feeling. She felt herself become extremely wet, snaking her legs around the blonde's lower body and pushing her hips upwards in order to create some pressure at the spot where she needed her most.

Brittany's eyes moved upwards so she could see the brunette's face while her mouth was still caressing her breasts. She loved the image in front of her, she just loved being able to have this kind of effect on the other girl.

She let her hands run up the sides of Santana's body, softly brushing her fingernails along the brunette's hips and ribs, causing her to shiver. Crawling slowly back up her body, she softly brushed brown strands of hair out of her face, tracing a finger along her flushed cheeks and placing a kiss on the top of her nose.

"I love you" she whispered - and gosh, how much Santana loved her back.

"I love you, too" she replied honestly, feeling her heart beat faster in her chest. "And I want you so fucking much."

Brittany smiled at her and didn't need any more encouragement. Quickly she was down between Santana's legs and carefully dragged her panties down her legs, tossing them aside, probably somewhere near her bra. She kissed her way down to the brunette's belly button and let her tongue play with it for a moment before traveling even further. She started kissing the inside of her thighs, smelling and even seeing already what an effect she was having on the other girl.

At first it was her thumb that touched Santana's clit, slowly but already with enough pressure to let the Latina think she could see stars. Then her tongue followed and Santana was sure she might lose it just then.

"Oh fuck.." she mumbled, her hand wandering to Brittany's head and grabbing a fistful of hair, the other one burried in the sheets.

Hands were caressing her legs, lovingly stroking her sensitive skin while Brittany's tongue kept running along her center, accompanied by an occasional 'mmmhh' that left no doubt she was enjoying this just as mucg as the Latina herself.

Santana felt herself get closer to the edge.

"Hey, Brit?" she managed to bring out, using all her willpower not to just let it happen.

A blonde head looked up to her questioningly, her cheeks rosy, her lips so wet.

"I... I want that... we do this together..."

Brittany smiled and nodded, crawling up the brunette's body again and Santana was glad she understood without any further explanation.

Finally having removed her own bra and panties, the blonde pressed her naked body against the olive skin underneath her and Santana raised her head for another kiss, tasting herself on the other girl's lips. Her hand moved between their bodies and she could finally touch her - god, Brittany seemed to be needing this just as much as herself.

The blonde took a deep breath, letting her forehead rest against Santana's. Supporting herself with one hand on the left of the Latina's body, her other hand traveled back to the other girl's clit and they started rubbing each other simultaneously, both being completely lost in their motions.

Their breathing became heavier, their movements more frantic. Then Brittany entered two fingers, causing Santana to gasp and bite the blonde's shoulder. She mimiced the other girl's actions and soon they were both panting against each other, skin becoming sweaty.

"It's always been you" Santana suddenly whispered and Brittany thought she might come just by hearing these words, just by getting this confirmation she had needed so badly in their long relationship together.

She pressed her lips on the Latina's once more, putting as much emotion into the kiss as possible, not being able to form a coherent sentence anymore.

After a few more strokes of Santana's thumb against her clit, she finally felt her whole body tense and hot waves run through every single bone and muscle. She wasn't sure she had ever come that way with anyone before, it felt like this was the way it's supposed to be when you did it right.

She didn't allow herself to become weak and go limp on Santana's body, so she kept her strength and added another finger, rubbing her until the Latina finally followed her over the edge, muffling her scream with another kiss so it wouldn't wake other people in the house.

Exhausted she collapsed on the petite brunette underneath her, closing her eyes and hearing nothing but her own heartbeat, feeling nothing but skin and the Latina's arms that were protectively embracing her and stroking her back.

They were laying like this in quiet for many moments, both of them simply enjoying the thought and feel of what had just happened.

"You were right..." Santana broke the silence after a while, stroking the blonde's head that was lying on her chest by now, twirling soft golden curls around her finger.

"Hmm?" Brittany replied sleepily while toying with the Latina's belly button.

"With feelings it's better.."

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Stacey was helping Sarah carrying her suitcases up to the Claridge's porch. Before the blonde had the chance to fumble for her keys, the door already swung open and Shonda was staring at the girls, a grin on her face.

"Come in!" she greeted them, taking pillows and bags out of Sarah's hands and carrying them inside.

"New haircut?" she shouted over her shoulder, heading up the stairs in the direction of their guestroom.

Sarah and Stacey just looked at each other with raised eyebrows, shaking their head at the fact that the older woman seemed not at all surprised to find her daughter's ex-girlfriend with all of her belongings at their doorstep.

"Uh..." Stacey started, having trouble to follow her mother's fast steps.

"I thought Sarah could maybe stay with us for a while until she figures out what to do next, since paying for a hotel gets quite expensive after a few weeks..."

"Sure, honey."

With that the topic seemed to be discussed for Shonda. This was easier than expected.

The blonde woman in her red mini skirt guided Sarah into her new room, quickly opened the windows to bring in some fresh air and fumbled for some clean sheets in the drawer.

"Make yourself at home" she offered friendly, showing the small brunette the empty closet where she could put all of her clothes.

"I guess you still remember where the bathrooms are?" Without waiting for an answer she continued "I had no time to do proper grocery shopping, but there are still some fruits and bread and milk in the fridge, I'm sure you're hungry - you look so skinny."

Sarah just mumbled a confused "Thanks, Misses Claridge, I don't know how to..-"

"Call me Shonda" the woman interrupted her friendly, dragging the surprised girl in for an enthusiastic hug.

Stacey couldn't help but laugh despite herself. In between all the crap she'd been going through these days, who would have thought that - of all things - her mother would be the one giving her a comfortable feeling again. She really seemed to be trying her best to make clear she was supporting her daughter's lovelife.

"I'll leave you two alone now, I'm sure you have a lot of catching up to do."

Before she left the room she turned around once more to touch Sarah's messed up hair.

"Honey, I don't mean to be harsh, but your hairdresser did no good job with this. I'll help you with that in the morning"

With that she was out of the room and left Stacey and Sarah standing awkwardly next to each other.

The brunette let out a small laugh, putting one of her begs onto the quite comfortable looking bed.

"So... think we should call it a day?" she asked friendly, nervously scratching the back of her head.

"I guess, yes" Stacey replied, eyeing the girl closely, still confused about what she felt, still not believing this person was actually standing inside her house. It all happened so fast. She wondered what Santana was doing right now but she figured she already knew the answer.

"Good night then, okay?"

"Yes" Sarah just answered. "And thank you. I mean.. really."

Stacey nodded and left the guest room, carefully closing the door behind her.

At this point she didn't know yet that after two or three sleepless hours she'd find herself knocking at the door of that same room again.

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TBC