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You get out of the car and wait for Santana to get out too so you can walk together up to the house. She smiles when she closes her door, and you smile too. Damn those dimples. She's been doing that ever since you pinned her against the car and finally got your kiss, she's been looking at you like she's only just started seeing you for the first time. Even on the way here in the car, you had to keep pointing at the road to get her to watch that instead of staring at you out of the corner of her eye. It was pretty adorable, but you weren't going to tell her that.

You watch her and that adorable smile as she rounds the car and comes to take your hand and walk beside you. You feel a little jolt through your body when she takes your hand like that. She's never really done that before, even at home around the apartment, she's never just reached for your hand and held it for no other reason than to just feel you close. It feels nice, and damn it you can already feel your smile getting bigger. You look over to Santana and notice that smile hasn't gone away.

'You've got something on your face.' You say cheekily. Santana turns her head slowly and swipes at her cheek.

'What?' She asks, swiping at her other cheek with the hand unattached to yours.

'A smile.' You giggle and lean forward to peck her smirking lips. Santana rolls her eyes at you but that smile never goes away.

'Dork.' She says.

'You love me.' You smile.

Santana looks forward at the path you're both walking along and she slowly nods her head.

'I do.' She breathes.

'Say it again.' You demand happily.

'I've said it like twenty times on the way over here.' Santana sighs through a chuckle. You know she secretly loves saying it because she hasn't stopped smiling since she said it at the graveyard.

'So?' You pester. She rolls her eyes playfully.

'I love you.'

'Oh.' You gasp and cover your mouth. Santana stops on the path and waits for you to speak but you don't uncover your mouth. You still can't believe she's saying these words. It paralyses you every time.

'Well say it back!' She shouts, making you giggle.

'I love you too Santana Lopez.'

'Good.' She huffs. So cute. 'You sure you want to do this? There's still time to back away.'

You glance forward at the house you've been slowly walking towards. Honestly you thought making this decision would be a little harder than it was but…for some reason it just feels right. You know you're doing the right thing, well you hope you are at least.

'I'm sure.' You say with a nod of your head. You can feel Santana eyeing you suspiciously, probably looking for any signs of regret but you don't give her any, and eventually she gives up.

When you reach the familiar front door you ring the annoying bird-chirping doorbell and wait patiently. When you hear footsteps walking towards the door you feel Santana squeeze your hand once, and you squeeze back.

'Oh hello girls, Brittany back again?' Mrs Abrams says as she opens the door. She's a short woman, never had much to say, but she's always been nice to you so you like her.

'Hi Mrs Abrams, uh this is Santana, my…' You draw a blank at exactly what to call Santana. Girlfriend? Can you say that yet? You haven't talked about that. A part of your brain registers the word housemate but if you used that Santana would never let you live it down. Maybe you were too hard on her?

'…Santana.' You say awkwardly. You can feel Santana's smirk staring at the side of your face. 'Um can we come in?'

'Absolutely I'll just get Artie, you girls make yourself at home.' Mrs Abrams opens the door wider for you to walk inside. You walk in first since Santana doesn't know the house, and lead her to the living room. You hear Arties mother calling him from down the hall while you take a seat on the wide lavender couch.

You kind of expected Santana to let go of your hand once you were inside, but she hasn't, and for that you feel like some form of progress has been made today.

'Brittany?' You look up when you hear Artie wheel into the living room. He's already in his star wars pjs and looks a little embarrassed that you've seen him like this. You notice his eyes glance down briefly to your conjoined hands, recognition flicks across his face, but he doesn't say anything about it. 'I thought you had left?'

'Not yet, I wanted to talk to you about something if that's okay?' You say gently. Artie nods curiously and wheels himself around so he's in front of both you and Santana on the other side of the coffee table.

'Yeah sure, of course I've always got time for you.' He smiles.

As soon as those words leave his mouth it's like a fire cracker has been lit inside Santana and suddenly she's standing before you and leaning over the coffee table with an outstretched hand.

'Santana Lopez.' She says firmly. Artie looks at you before hesitantly taking her hand.

'Uh, Artie Abrams.' He says. Santana shakes his hand once before letting go and sitting back down on the couch. You can't help but smile at her, she doesn't take her eyes off Artie.

He begins to look a little uncomfortable under Santana's glare so you decide to get the conversation going.

'Artie, you said you couldn't move out of home because no one would allow you to build wheelchair access right?' You ask.

Artie slowly draws his attention back to you. He looks a little confused, but nods anyway.

'Right.' He answers curiously.

You glance back to Santana nervously and she gives you a little wink and squeezes your hand. That's all the encouragement you needed and she probably knows that too. Turning back to Artie, you take a deep breath, and smile.

'How would you like to live in my house?' You ask casually. Artie doesn't really say anything. He's looking at you like you've got a spider crawling down the side of your face but you know you don't because you'd totally feels it's little legs if you did. 'I could rent it out to you and I wouldn't mind at all if you built ramps and all that cool stuff.'

You give Artie a moment to process this information. He still looks kind of shocked, like a fish that's forgotten how to close its mouth.

After a moment he closes his mouth, and audibly swallows.

'Wait..really?' He asks quietly.

'Yeah!' You smile. 'I mean, if you want to? I'm not living there, so it would be nice if somebody kept the place warm...and you already know your way around my house so..'

He brings a gloved hand to his mouth to hide his wide smile, but you can already see it in his eyes.

'Brittany I would love to!' He says excitedly. 'Are you sure?'

You open your mouth to speak but instead find yourself looking back to Santana. She's already watching you with a small smile on her face. You know she can hear your silent question asking if you should really go through with this, but she's not going to give you any answers. That's something you kind of really love about her, she never tells you what to do, and never faults your words, she lets you make your own decisions and your own mistakes.

You look into those knowing warm brown eyes one last time before turning back to Artie.

'Definitely.' You say confidently.

'Well..this is, this is great!' He laughs. 'I can't wait to have my own place! Don't tell my mom I said that.'

Santana lets out a small snort next to you but you ignore it.

'Great well, I'll give you the keys nowww..' You say as you shuffle off the couch to reach into your back pocket and give him the keys. '..and you can just move in when you're ready and I'll give you my bank account details so you can pay the rent each week.'

'Awesome.' Artie smiles up at you. He holds the keys so tightly in his gloved hand you think he might never let them go.

'Uh, Britt I don't think that's legal..' Santana voices.

Huh?

'Sure it is.' You frown. 'I'm loaning him my house.'

Santana looks at you blankly for a moment, before shrugging and smiling. 'Okay then.'

'Brittany…thank you.' Artie smiles, you can't remember a time you've seen him look so happy.

'My pleasure.' You grin, leaning down to give him a goodbye hug. Artie wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds you close. It's kind of nice being in his arms again, only because these arms used to make you feel safe before you met Santana. Now it's nothing more than a warm familiar hug, but it's still nice. You can feel Santana hovering behind you and her radiating frustration makes you smile.

'1,2,3..okay you're done.' She says because tapping on your arm. You let out a little giggle and drop your arms from Artie's back. 'Great catch up Arnold.'

'Artie.' He corrects.

'You've got everything you need, so we'll just go ahead and leave.' Santana says quickly. 'Don't wanna hit peak hour traffic Britt.'

Santana looks at you quickly before tugging on your hand towards the door. You roll your eyes playfully at her. She's so cute when she's jealous.

'Okay well, it was nice seeing you again Artie, I hope you enjoy your new home as much as I did.' You say happily.

'Thank you.' He smiles. 'Nice meeting you Santana.'

'Yep you too.' Santana tugs your hand again and this time you let her lead you from the house, with one last wave to Artie. You really hope he enjoys his new home, it treated you well, so it should treat him well too.

A part of you thought it would be harder to hand over those keys to your childhood but it really wasn't. At the end of the day that house is just a house, you have all your memories in your head, and that house just isn't a home anymore. You know where your home is now, and she happens to be still leading you swiftly down the footpath.

'You're jealous.' You giggle as she walks you to the car.

'Of wheelchair boy?' Santana huffs.

'Heyyy.' You whine. That was mean.

Santana stops when you reach the car and turns around to lean her back against the driver's door.

'Sorry.' She sighs. 'I just got a weird visual in there that's all.'

God she's so cute when she looks to the ground like that.

'And what visual was that?'

'Him..laying in your bed…' She begins quietly. '…sniffing your pillows and shit.'

'Oh gross Santana!' You say, pushing her shoulder gently against the car.

'I don't know what he's in to!' She shouts.

'Come here.' You laugh and tug on the front of her leather jacket. You wait until her lips are just about to touch yours, and you let out a hot breath. 'Take me home Santana.'

'You sound so sexy when you say it like that.' She groans.

Smirking, you move your lips slowly around the angle of her jaw and to her ear.

'Well maybe if you get us home before sundown I can show you just how sexy I can be.' You breathe.

'Get in the car.'

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'Britt, wait until we at least get inside the apartment.' Santana giggles.

You smile into her neck and pull her closer towards you but she manages to pull away.

'Mmm nope.' You say and pull her back. She gasps a little when your lips go back to sucking on her smooth neck. Tastes so good.

You trail along behind her, running your hands along her dress and kissing her neck when she lets you. You can hear her curse as she fumbles through her handbag to get her keys, you'd like to help her, but you're hands are kind of busy at the moment. You manage to climb the last few steps with your hands securely attached to Santana's ass, she was climbing the steps in front of you so she was in the perfect position. You don't know how she let you get away it, maybe she's already too far gone.

When you reach the top step you pull Santana back into your body and lick the expanse of her neck. Ugh.

'Oh fuck…' Santana gasps.

'Already Santana?' You tease when you retract your lips. Santana doesn't look at you.

'Puck?' She says.

Huh?

Your eyes follow hers and drift towards your apartment door. There, sitting down on the floor and leaning against your door is the man you thought you had gotten rid of forever. Puck. He still looked cocky as ever, dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt. He looks up from the ground at the sound of his name. Had he been sleeping?

'Santana, finally.' He grunts when he spots us walking towards him. He pull himself off the floor like it's the hardest task in the world and stands up straight, eliciting that same old cocky smirk.

'What are you doing here?' Santana growls.

'Waiting for you.' He says like it's the most obvious answer in the world. You really don't like him. 'Don't you ever answer your phone these days?'

'I meant why are you here, at our apartment?' Santana says, leaning her head forward and using her hands to accentuate her argument. 'Where's Chang, her thighs get cold?'

'Don't give me that Lopez, I asked you to come first, but no you had to stay for blondie.' Puck grunts, pointing aimlessly in your direction. Only then do you realise he was talking about you.

Did Santana really stay for you?

She didn't even really like you back then…Did she?

'Well why are you back then?' She asks. You can hear the frustration in her voice and you want to reach out and take her hand but you don't know if that's still okay to do so you don't.

'Look we just had to get away until all the stuff with Sebastian blew over and I think we're in the clear now.' Puck explains casually. 'So are we good?'

What? What does he mean by that? Does he think he can just come back and demand Santana be his again?

'Get fucked Puckerman.' Santana says.

'Maybe later?' He winks.

You feel something build up inside of you so fast you're not even sure what it is. Fury maybe? Whatever it is it's making your hands clench and your head hurt. He can't just take her away from you like that. She's not his! Well she's not yours either you guess…but still, she's not his!

'In your dreams, I have a girlfriend now.' Santana smirks.

You feel your hands begin to slacken and your head go all foggy, your shoulders drop too and you weren't even aware they were tense. Did she just say…

'A what?' Puck demands. You're not sure if he's mad or just curious but he's leaning forward like Santana does when she wants to be mean to someone, and because of this your body takes an involuntary step forward. You're not sure why you did this, but Santana is quick to take your hand and gently tug you back until you're slightly behind her.

'A GIRLFRIENDDD.' She accentuates clearly, leaning forward like Puck is too far for him to here.

You see Pucks eyes go wide and watch you both curiously. His eyes flicker from your joined hands to Santana's face and then back to yours like he's trying to make sense of it all. You think his face probably mirrors yours right now.

She said it.

You're her girlfriend. You're not her friend, or her work friend, or her housemate…Girlfriend.

You're pretty sure you've never even had the 'girlfriend' conversation with Santana before but who the hell cares? She wants you to be hers…how could you turn that down?

Your mind snaps back to the present when you feel Santana squeezing your hand. You wonder how long she's been doing that for? You squeeze back once and feel her hand relax in yours. Was she worried?

'Right well, we'll see about that.' Puck winks with that same cocky smirk. 'See you ladies at work.'

He brushes past your shoulders and you pick up the obvious smell of cigarette smoke. Gross. That's something you haven't smelt on Santana all day, and that little fact makes you want to kiss her even more. God you're so happy she called you her girlfriend you don't even have the mind space to care about Puck.

'I am going to fuck him up..' Santana mumbles as you hear his footsteps disappear down the stairs.

You can't take it anymore. When Santana turns in your direction you take the sides of her face in your hands and bring her lips to your own. Ugh, finally.

Santana gasps into your mouth as her hands instinctively come to clutch at your waist. You walk her backwards until her back hits the door frame and you slowly take the keys from her roaming hands. As she begins kissing down the length of your neck you struggle as best you can to get the damn key in the door. Eventually you hear that familiar click and thank the gods because she's already started sucking and it's driving you crazy.

You open the door and Santana staggers backwards into the apartment. You grab her waist and walk with her until you can close the apartment door behind you. Santana continues the assault on your neck, maybe she's trying to make a bigger mark on you then the last time? That would be hard to beat. She pushes you back against the closed door and you let your head lean back against the wood so you can enjoy the feeling of her lips sucking at your skin. God.

'Girlfriend huh?' You tease as her plump lips drag across your skin. 'Something you want to ask me Santana?'

Santana releases her lips and you inwardly groan because you caused this. Damn it.

'Yeah…' she says slowly, licking her lips like she's mulling over her words. '…Do you think Kira likes red roses or white roses?'

Your jaw drops to the ground as Santana's smirk grows wider. That little devil. Santana chuckles at your expression and backs away from you, getting her distance.

'Hey!' You shout, but it's too late, she's already made a run for the bedroom. You're trying to be fake mad at her but it's kind of hard when she's laughing like that and running through the apartment like a little kid in trouble. So cute.

So you chase after her.

You try to catch her just before she closes the bedroom door on you but she beats you to it.

'Santanaaaa let me innnn.'

'Nope.' She chuckles. You can almost hear her smile through the door. 'What's the password Brittany.'

What's the password? Great, knowing Santana's mind it could be anything under the sun…or really knowing Santana's mind she probably hasn't even come up with a secret password yet..

'I'm not wearing any underwear.' You state casually.

There's silence on the other side of the door. So you wait patiently until you hear the unmistakeable sound of the door opening.

'That'll do it.' Santana breathes before grabbing your hand and yanking you into the room. You giggle as she slams the door shut behind you and then pins you up against the door like you held her outside the apartment.

Immediately her lips go straight back to your neck, she must reallyyy like your neck. Her hands travel down your waist and over your thighs, inching along the inside of your thighs on the way back up. Oh god. Her hands stop at the top button of your jeans as they fiddle to get it undone.

'Your jeans are so sexy.' She hums into your ear. You feel a shudder run down your spine.

'Your dress is sexy.' You mumble hotly as your hands rake over the back of her tight dress.

Santana pulls away from your neck and places a hot kiss to your lips.

'Your face is sexy.' She winks. You look into those gorgeous brown eyes and feel that heart of yours start beating to its own uncontrollable rhythm.

'Your eyes are sexy..' You say slowly. So sexy.

'Your – '

'Just kiss me Santana.' You say and without giving her the chance, lean in and capture those delicious plump lips in yours.

'Mmm.' Santana moans into the kiss. You feel your jeans loosen a little so you figure she finally got your buttons undone. Thank god, any longer and you would have soaked through them with the way Santana's breaths are heating up your mouth.

Slowly you feel Santana's hand trail down your stomach, going lower and lower. Oh god. Her hand slips under the waistband of your jeans and you feel her fingers run slowly through your folds. Fuck. 'Oh holy fuck you weren't lying..' She gasps when her fingers touch your wetness. A smirk forms on your lips.

'Yeah well, I was so mad at you this morning that I got a little distracted while I was getting dressed.' You wink, but she's not really looking at you, her eyes are trained on the place her hand is currently occupying.

'Remind me to make you mad more often.' She breathes through a chuckle. Although you hate to think of her making you mad again you can't help but smile at how cute she is, so you lean forward and capture her lips again. 'Mmm.'

You feel Santana slowly edging your jeans down your hips while your hands run over the expanse of her lower back, every so often tugging her dress up that little bit further. She doesn't seem to notice because she's too busy trying to pull your tight jeans down your legs. She crouches down to help take off the rest of your jeans and you find your hands running through her dark silky hair. You wonder what shampoo she uses? Maybe next time you shower you could use hers? Would she notice?

Oh..

Your focus comes back when you feel those plump lips kissing up your exposed thighs. Jesus…

She ignores the place you want her the most and moves straight back up to your lips. Damn it. You kind of feel like groaning and pushing her back down but she must sense your needs because a second later her fingers are dipping back into your wetness. Ugh. Her fingers begin circling your clit nice and slowly and it drives you absolutely insane. It feels so good but at the same time you want to feel more, and you want her to feel more too but it's hard when your hands have already lost their rhythm running down her back. No. No, this is about her too!

With some form of heavenly will power you flip your positions until Santana's back is flat against her bedroom door and you're pressed against her chest. Her eyes go wide for just a second in surprise, before quickly turning dark and hooded in lust. So sexy.

Her hand is still slowly circling your clit and it's killing you but you try to ignore it until you can make her feel good too. As fast as you can you whip off her leather jacket and chuck it behind you somewhere, faintly you hear it land on the floor but really you don't have a care in the world for where that jacket went, all you know is that it's off Santana's body and the next thing to go is that sexy maroon dress she's wearing.

Attaching your lips back to that long smooth neck of hers, you begin quickly inching her dress up and over her hips until its sitting nicely on her waist. Santana's arms fall to land around your neck, her hands running along the back of your neck and pulling you closer. With her hands holding you so tightly you can't help but grab hold of the back of her naked thighs and lift her up, with the door supporting most of her body.

'Fuck Brittany.' Santana gasps, her legs instinctively come to wrap around your waist.

'Arms up.' You say. You didn't mean to sound so demanding but by the look of pure desire in Santana's eyes she certainly wasn't bothered by it.

Santana raises her arms above her head and arches her back so she can lean against the door for support. God, she's so sexy. You make fast work of grabbing the end of her dress and tugging it up and over her boobs. As soon as you see those bra clad breasts busting in front of your face you kind of just forget about the rest of her dress and attach your lips to the top of her left boob that's practically popping out of her black bra. Faintly, you register Santana laughing at you but you don't really care, you just want to get this damn restricting bra off her body. Right. Now.

You try to lift your hand to pull her bra down but instantly you feel her leg start to slip down your body. Groaning in frustration, you hold her leg back to your waist and pull her away from the door. Santana gasps again in surprise and this time you know she has taken off her dress because she arches her back and presses her boobs into your face to get it over her head. Mmm.

Staggering slightly, you walk Santana over to the bed and slowly lower her onto it. When she lands she tightens her legs around you and brings you closer to her body, so close you can feel the heat coming from between her legs. Her hands drag through the hair dangling down the back of your neck and coax you closer, not that you need any coaxing. You lean down and suck her bottom lip between yours. Her lips instantly open wider in response and you take this moment to slip your tongue slowly into her mouth. Her tongue moves softly against yours as she begins dragging her nails gently down the back of your neck. God. Too much. Too much clothing.

You sit up abruptly, lips popping on release, and you strip your shirt from your body along with your bra. That's better. You breathe a sigh of relief when the cool night air runs along your nipples making them go hard.

'britt..' Santana moans. Her hands reach up to your boobs and begin massaging them slowly. God her hands feel so damn good, she's so warm even the though the temperature outside is cold enough to leave ice spreading across your windows.

'You too.' You plead and Santana subconsciously lifts her back a little off the mattress so you have enough room to undo her bra. Along with her dress and jacket, you throw the bra over your shoulder and onto the floor somewhere. When you glance down to those perfect brown supple nipples you almost lose all control and dive your head down to take a nipple into your mouth.

'Fuck.' Santana moans. Her legs widen slightly and you feel yourself grinding into her core. She's moans again so you push harder and harder. Your ears are filling with the sound of Santana's heavy breaths and her laboured moans. There's only one layer of clothing restricting you from feeling all of Santana, so it needs to go.

You begin kissing down her chest and stomach because you want to drag those panties down her legs with your teeth but she stops you at the last second. Without saying a word Santana gives you a hard push on your shoulder and you find yourself giving in completely and rolling over onto the bed next to her. Santana quickly takes off her underwear and then straddles your legs. She's got that look in her eyes, that look of control and desire, and it's so damn sexy.

She wastes no time in in dipping her hand back into your wetness, making you moan loudly. But this time she doesn't stop there, she doesn't tease you anymore, she slowly pushes two fingers into you and your breath catches in your throat. Oh Godddd so goooddd.

'Santana.' You breathe. You look up and see her licking her lips as she starts thrusting her fingers in and out of you, going deeper each time.

You're okay with this, you're so damn okay with this and not just because she is making you moan and pant but because she is taking back some of control and confidence she lost the last time you both were in this situation. Last time she laid before you as you pleasured her, and she trusted you to do that, this time she's gaining back some of that confidence to make you feel good too, and you are totally okay with that.

'Fuck Santana, harder please.' You pant. Santana groans and pushes in deeper. Your head falls back onto the bed as you begin thrusting your hips into the air for more. Santana gets the hint and goes faster.

Oh Goddd.

You need to feel her.

With the last amount of control you have left you smooth your hand up the inside of Santana's thigh and run your fingers through her wetness. She instantly moans and bucks her hips down onto you. The sudden action causes her fingers to jolt inside of you and hit a spot you've never really felt before.

'OH FUCK!' You scream. Santana freezes for a second at your outburst and you only register this because that feeling of pure pleasure you had is slowly starting to fade again. 'More Santana! Do that again!'

She eventually snaps out of it and thrusts in hard and deep again, making your legs shake with pleasure and your eyes squeeze shut. Fuck. You can't take it anymore, you know you're going to come soon but you want Santana to come with you. You dip your fingers lower and thrust them inside Santana the next time she grinds down on you, filling her up.

'Oh my god! Brittany…' She pants.

Santana loses her balance a little and falls over you until her lips are just an inch away from yours. You like this angle better because now you can thrust deeper into her. She feels so warm it's giving you tingles all over your body. Her breath is coating your lips, the smell of her hair is clouding your senses, her body is lighting yours on fire, and her fingers are making you lose control.

Oh fuck.

You're close.

'Santana I-I'm..' You pant. God she keeps hitting that spot and it feels so fucking good.

'Britt..' She breathes. You can feel her legs start to shake beside your hips so you know she's close too.

You can feel the heat building, your legs are shaking, and your head is clouding.

'SANTANA!'

'BRITTANY!'

Fuck..

Your head collapses back onto the bed as Santana collapses on top of you. You only just have the sense to slip your fingers out of her before she crashes on you. She moans at the release of your fingers.

'Brittany…holy fuck.' Santana breathes into your neck. with your last ounce of strength you bring your arms up to wrap around her body and keep her steady on top of you. A smile spreads across your face when you feel a gentle kiss placed on your collarbone.

Santana mumbles something into your neck but in your daze you barely catch it.

'What'd you say babe?' You ask breathlessly. She doesn't answer but you can still feel her breathing heavily against your neck. 'Santana?'

'You called me babe.' She giggles. Oh…So you did. Was that okay?

'Is that okay?' You ask hesitantly.

'Mhmm.' Santana hums. You think that's a yes. 'Will you be my girlfriend Brittany?'

Oh…

You feel your heart drum inside your chest but this time it's not from the sex, this time your body just doesn't know how to react to those words. You want to say yes, everything in your damn body and mind wants to say yes but you're so excited that you freeze and feel all your muscles tighten. You already know she wants you to be her girlfriend, and a part of you thought you already were her girlfriend, but she just asked you…now it's real.

'I'd love to.' You finally choke out. 'I'll have to ask Janisha if she was cool with it first though.' You joke.

Santana chuckles but doesn't say much. She hasn't really lifted her head from your shoulder so you think she's pretty tired.

'Go to sleep babe.' You giggle and place a soft kiss into raven hair. You tighten your arms around her body and listen to her hum into your neck. You look up at the glistening stars on the ceiling, and then you both carry off to sleep.

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You wake to the sound of Santana's phone filling the room. It's dark now and you can only hear the distant sounds of New Yorks traffic so you think it must be pretty late. Groaning internally you lift Santana's arm from your stomach and slowly shuffle out of bed. You want to quickly turn the noise off before it wakes Santana from her slumber.

You can't turn the light on so you use the dim light of the glowing stars above to guide you. Eventually you see the flashing light through Santana's jacket on the floor, so you walk quickly towards it and pick up the jacket. Pulling the phone from her pocket your hand brushes against something plastic but you ignore it when you see it's Puck that's calling her and quickly press decline. When you go to put the phone back in her pocket your hand brushes against the plastic again. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you retrieve the item from her jacket pocket. You shine the light of her phone over the small plastic bag and frown when you see that familiar white powder.

Oh Santana…

A large part of you thought she had given up drugs, well the hard drugs anyway. You want to blame Quinn for this, you really do, but even if Quinn was the one to give her this, Santana was still the one to take it.

Sighing hopelessly, you stuff the bag of white powder back into her jacket and drop it to the floor where you found it. You glance back to the bed where you can hear the gentle breaths of the woman you love, and you wonder how in the world you're supposed to save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

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THE END…

Of this chapter;)

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