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We'd been out on patrol twice since then while the party still raged on in the hall. It had been hard, but for the most part we'd been able to keep our hands and mouths off each other. For the most part. A few times we'd sneaked a few kisses on but carried on with our duty.

When we walk back into the hall, nearly everyone is up and dancing. Even Mr Pierce, who is usually a bystander in such affairs, is up on the stage with two of his close friends, dancing badly and laughing at their efforts.

Brittany complete bypasses the bar while I walk over to get us some water and I notice her dancing with her father on the stage. I laugh loudly at the sight, her graceful movements completely contrasting his strange, clunky ones. It's quite a sight to see Brittany try to teach Mr Pierce some dance moves, and when his friends catch him as he drunkenly stumbles backwards, Brittany laughs, kisses him on the cheek and jumps down onto the dance floor to carry on by herself.

My eyes narrow when the same man as before saunters up to her, requesting another dance. Brittany shoots a look over at me but takes his offer anyway, keeping her distance as they dance together. The man clearly doesn't understand what personal space is and he's dancing closer to her and when a slow song comes on next, they're crushed together, and the man's drunken leer makes his other friends holler and whoop at him.

I bite back a snarl, slamming down my water on the makeshift bar and moving through the crowd on the dance floor until I get to my girl. "May I have this dance?" I look pointedly at the man as I take Brittany's hands, effectively pushing him away as I slide between the two. When he's gone I look back at Brittany who's smiling at me and I shrug. "He was too close to you. Only I should be this close to you."

Brittany blushes as we move together. "I know," she whispers, and I can barely hear her above the music. "Yours are the only hands I want anywhere on my body, Santana." She smirks at me lightly, even though I can tell by her eyes she's feeling vulnerable. "Anywhere," she breathes and I feel the heat rise up into my cheeks as I catch her meaning.

The rhythm speeds up again, the slow dance over and I move to create some distance between us but Brittany's hands are persistent on my hips. "Please," she husks, pulling me into her again. "Dance with me."

I nod, words having failed me once I heard how sexy she sounded. She starts to dance against me and it's nothing like I've experienced before. Brittany is not your typical dancer; she moves how she wants, when she wants, not paying much attention the traditional dances that had spread across America.

"You're so sexy," she whispers hotly in my ear and I close my eyes as a wave of arousal crashes through me. "And your voice," she looks around, and to anyone else it'd just look like we were having a normal conversation. If you didn't notice my flushed face and sporadic breathing. She releases a breathy moan in my ear and I repeat it, not being able to help it. "So fuckin' hot, Santana. You need to sing for me more often."

I chuckle lightly at that, quietly telling her that I will. She smiles widely at that, and I think she's about to lean in for a kiss when she remembers herself, and who can see us. "How do you get that rasp?" She asks instead, doing her best to look nonchalant.

"I smoke cigars," I laugh, and she smiles, confused. "I heard they give you health benefits," I shrug. "Who am I to deny science?"

"Who are you, indeed," but she smiles anyway. Truth be told I hadn't smoked in a while, and I hadn't really thought about it. I'd been coughing a lot less, anyway. We're still dancing and I see her eyes flick up to my hat. She smiles as she reaches up, taking it and placing it on her own head. "I've always loved this hat," she says quietly, smirking at me.

I raise an eyebrow at her. I'd noticed. When I first woke up on the ranch, I'd noticed Brittany playing with the hat. I'd never had an explanation for it.

"At first I just liked the look of it," she starts, a wry smile playing on her face. "It felt nice and looked good, what wasn't to like about it?" She toys with the rim as the hat rests on her head. I'm sure it looks a lot better on her than it does on me. "But then I looked at you, and I thought… This hat has been around America, and who knows where else, on the hottest person I ever laid eyes on," she laughs as she spins me around in her arms. "I was drawn to it because I was drawn to you," she shrugs. "I held that hat while you were recoverin' to feel closer to you. And now I'm as close as can be I think I ought to wear it, don't you?"

I laugh at her reasoning, even though it confused me a little. But Brittany knew what she meant and that's all that was important. "It suits you, Britt," I tell her honestly, and she smiles.

The dance starts to die down and Mr Pierce is on the stage again, making another speech, although slightly more slurred than the first, and thanks everybody for coming, and sending them on their way with a hearty laugh.

He passes out into the arms of some of his friends who insist on carrying him the short distance to one of the smaller huts, to avoid carrying him up the stairs to the Pierce's house.

"You know…" Brittany whispers against my ear, as she eyes the four men carrying her dad out the hall. "My house is goin' to be empty tonight now, except for lonely ol' me."

I swallow as she winks at me suggestively, before loosening her grip on my hips and sauntering off towards her house. It took me a few seconds before I was able to get my feet moving again, and I followed after her.

"Brittany," I whisper against her lips as she pulls me onto the bed with her, causing her to lay backwards with me hovering above her. "I could do this forever," I sigh against her lips before she leans in to kiss me again, unbuttoning my shirt quickly and throwing it over onto her floor. I moan as her cold hands touch the bare skin of my stomach, and she smiles up at me, looking nothing but smug.

"I know exactly how you mean," she scratches lightly down my sides making me shiver. "I've been wantin' to do this all night," she brings her hand up to the back of my neck, pulling me down for a hard kiss. "I always want to do this to you," she whispers hotly in my ear as she trails kisses down my jawline. "But your voice is so fuckin' sexywhen you sing," she closes her eyes and bites my lip, and I remember to take a mental picture of how she looks. "I mean, it is anyway, but wow…"

"I wrote that song," I plant a lighter kiss on the end of her nose. "Well, I never wrote it. Lindsey was one of the girls in our gang who had had some education and knew how to write. I told her the words and she wrote it some years ago, melody and all." I smile and kiss her again, not being able to stay away from her lips for long. "I never knew who I was writin' it for," I admit quietly. "But now I think I was meant to write it, for you."

"You're so amazin', San," she breathes out and I giggle as she tries to stifle a yawn.

I know, Santana Lopez, giggling as a fully-grown woman? But this is what she does to me.

"You sleepy, baby?" I whisper and she nods tiredly, her eyes already closing on me. "Lean up," I whisper, and she does, only slightly, but it's enough for me to get her shirt off. A few minutes later I'd slid her jeans down her legs until she's lying in just her underwear. I move her so she's under the blanket and she smiles up at me through her tired haze.

Usually, with Brittany in such little clothing and me without a shirt on would lead to other, hotter situations like making out, but right now all I wanted to do was care for her. I strip down to my own underwear, climbing in with her.

I lean over to move the jeans out of the way so I don't trip when I get up later in the morning, and Brittany's instantly curled into my back, kissing the back of my neck softly as she whispers how beautiful I am.

I feel my heart flutter at the words and sigh contentedly as I feel her arm drape across my waist, spooning me from behind. "I'm glad you're here, Santana," she whispers, barely audible, before yawning again. I hear her shift slightly and within a few seconds her breathing has evened out and she was fast asleep. The dancing had clearly tired her out and as much as I wanted to kiss her, looking after her felt just as natural.

"Me too, Britt," I whisper back, even though I know she's drifted off.

I'd never experienced love. But I knew as I lay there, her heart beating in time with my own, Brittany had come into my life and changed that completely.

I was in love with Brittany Susan Pierce.

No-one can sit there and tell me they've never (or will never) have someone pretty much fall asleep on them after a party. It happens, and it is so like Brittany to do it more than Santana. Especially after all that dancing.
But whew! The L-Bomb was finally dropped, even if it was only in Santana's thoughts.
I have the whole plot planned out now so expect some ups and downs.
Fasten your seatbelts, it's gonna be a bumpy ride.