Title: If It Hurts This Much (Then It Must Be Love) [Chapter Twenty Nine]
Rating: M
Summary: They've been friends since childhood, and best friends for even longer. But what happens when Santana and Brittany stumble into serious romantic territory? G!P entails.
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and set in an Alternate Universe. I don't own anything to do with Glee. Or any parts to do with Brown Sugar!
Word Count: 12.8k
A/N: Thanks to my beta! Awesome as always.


Santana wakes up in the morning to a pair of soft lips grazing the ledge of her jaw, and a hand delicately tickling up and down the length of her forearm. A grin threatens to tug at her lips, but she keeps still. Content to lie and bathe in Brittany's adoration.

Seriously, she loves these moments. These moments when she knows how loved she is. Where she can just imagine how Brittany's looking at her and how when those perfect lips skim up her cheek towards her ear, it's so she can hear the soft sigh that escapes Brittany's lips.

"I know you're awake," she hears, lips brushing against the shell of her ear as Brittany's body sinks further into her own.

She smiles, lets out an airy sigh and battles the grogginess that tugs at the back of her mind. "Hmm," she makes a noise of acknowledgement and lifts one arm to stretch above her head, palm to the headboard to pop her bones back into place.

Her other is wrapped around Brittany, and right now, her fingertips are resting just shy of her girlfriend's ass, so she's in no position to move. Her fingers flex against the wood of the headboard and her back arches against the mattress. The muscles in her arms and thighs ache, but in the best way possible and the grin on her face widens as she remembers their journey towards the bedroom. It may have taken a while, with all those lingering touches and small tickle fights in the hallway that ended with a steamy make-out session on the hardwood floor, but they got there.

Blinking, she cracks open her eyes and parts her lips when sparkling blue eyes greet her. "Hola hermosa ," she croaks out, hoping it sounds a lot sexier than she heard it in her mind. Brittany blushes, so she thinks it does.

"Hi," is whispered shyly into the crook of her neck.

She lets out a small chuckle, shuffles, feeling the warmth of Brittany's body move around her own and pulls them both until they're both on their sides and staring at each other. With one hand, she reaches up, and rakes her fingernails through the golden hair by Brittany's temple, back until she can dip down to the nape of her girlfriend's neck. Brittany shudders, breath trembling against Santana's jaw and Santana shuffles forward until their hipbones bump and legs tangle underneath the sheets.

"And how are we this morning?" She nuzzles her nose against the crown of Brittany's head and nudges up.

Brittany looks up sheepishly, tucking her hands between their bodies and running her forefinger down the valley of Santana's breasts. She sucks in a sharp, shaky breath.

"I'm amazing," Brittany mutters. "And you?" She looks up hopefully and licks her lips.

Santana doesn't answer. Instead, she ducks her head and bumps their noses together softly before pressing their lips together. It's slow, lazy, but so, so soft.. Everything a morning kiss should be. Brittany sighs into the kiss, her entire body melting into Santana's as a tanned hand runs down a creamy ribcage, a hand taking residence on the protrusion of Brittany's hip.

The bed dips as the kiss deepens, and Santana grips at Brittany's hip, tugging until her back presses against the mattress and the blonde gets the hint to bracket tanned hips between her thighs. Santana smiles into the kiss, sighing out as her fingertips dance their way up strong thighs, thumbs rubbing along the crease of Brittany's thigh and tongue dipping past lips. Slender fingers trail up her chest and collarbone, around the base of her neck where they curl to pull tighter, the kiss turning and developing into a hot, opened mouthed one that makes her body shudder and muscles ripple.

With the need for oxygen, the kiss breaks, and Santana's lips breath heavily against Brittany's lips as their foreheads tip together. One hand loosens from her neck, and she grabs it with her own, sliding their clasped hands down until Brittany's palm is pressing up against the left of her chest. Over her pounding heart, and then it's like something illuminates inside of Santana. Her insides sparks like a firework in the darkest of nights and surges around her body like spikes of adrenaline. She watches Brittany's eyes drift down, and mouth quirk as she takes in the thumping beneath their hands, and she sucks on her lower lip, eagerly anticipating and hoping that this single gesture will answer the question with a better answer than she could have ever come up with.

"Your heart..." Brittany murmurs, lowly, their lips meeting again briefly.

Santana wraps her free arm around her girlfriend's body, pulling at the small of her back until there's no space between them and keeps a hold on Brittany's hand, still pressed to her chest.

"Is yours," she finishes, even though she knows that wasn't what Brittany was going for. "Forever."

A small, guttural sound comes from Brittany's throat as her eyes flutter shut and she shakes her head, brows pulling together and lips disappearing into a warm mouth. "I don't know how," Brittany whispers, "But you make me fall even more in love with you every single day," she shakes her head like she can't quite believe it, then opens her eyes and stares deeply into warm chocolate orbs. "Even when I thought I couldn't love you more than I do."

Santana groans happily, rolls over and onto Brittany until her stiffening member is pressing into the 'v' of Brittany's thighs and she presses her lips to soft, warm ones. Her lips muffle the words she wants to say, but she's kind of glad because there's no phrase or sentence that could ever justify her love for Brittany. So instead of telling Brittany how much she loves her, she just shows her instead.

They don't leave the bedroom for another two hours.


The weeks go by quickly. Apparently time really does fly when you're having fun.

It's still kind of surreal, being with Brittany. Santana still thinks that she's going to wake up, face buried into the cushion of her couch with an empty Jack Daniels bottle clinking as it rolls around on the floor. She still thinks that one day the dream will be over and she'll pick up a crisp white invitation with "You are cordially invited to Michael Chang and Brittany Susan Pierce's wedding..." and feel her entire world crumble around her.

So she doesn't let one day go by without telling Brittany just how lucky she is. Brittany's eyes always go soft in that way that Santana knows she thinks she's being cute, and then it takes less than three seconds to press their lips together and prove that love.

Everyday just feels like a dream. A blonde, blue eyed and incredibly gorgeous dream.


5 and a bit months later...

Santana has her fingers tangled through Brittany's hair, tugging lightly at the roots whilst she bites down hard on her own bottom lip. The first time they did this, Santana never thought Brittany could even get any fucking better. But six months later, and she's still managing to blow Santana's mind. Literally.

"Baby..." Santana breathes out, throwing her head back against the pillow whilst a warm velvety tongue glides up the side of her shaft. It makes arousal swirl and multiply in her stomach, the heat pooling low in her belly and spreading throughout her body as her back arches and neck stretches. A light slapping noise invades the against her stomach as Brittany pulls up, licking her lips and smirking devilishly up at Santana who's panting heavily. She barely even has time to suck in a breath before a hand takes over, curling around her stiff cock and moving at a rapid but gentle pace.

This is probably not what should be happening. Not only because it's their six month anniversary today, but also because it's Brittany's birthday. But it's not like she could push Brittany away when she woke up with morning wood and perfect pink lips wrapped around her dick, could she? That'd just be rude.

So here she is, laying flat on her back with Brittany between her legs, gasping for air and trying to suck in any oxygen available even though it seems there isn't enough in the room. Six months of practising this. This thing that for the past decade or so, had just been sex. That up until sleeping with Brittany, had just been sex or fucking, not making love. But now she's here, with Brittany, and has been for six glorious months. Practising what was already perfect. It's only made what they have like a million times better. Even when Santana thought that weren't possible.

Just as she feels the prickling heat diminish slightly on her skin, warm lips press to the tip of her dick and she drops one of her hands from Brittany's hair, clenching and twisting it into the bedsheets instead. The effect Brittany has on her is kind of ridiculous, and she knows that Brittany knows that too. Hence the small giggle that comes from down her body when Santana lets out a low moan, pulled from the deepest pits of her chest.

Her mouth drops open when the heat coils and gets almost too hot, low in her stomach. Her throat aches and her lungs burn for fresh air, but it feels so damn good. Brittany's tongue works its way around her shaft, stroking lightly, flicking at the tip and then mouth engulfing her entire length until lips press to the base of her shaft. Something catches in the back of her throat and her abs tighten, the end nearing as white spots begin to form on the back of her eyelids.

"Britt-" Santana chokes on the air and forces the back of her head hard into the pillow as Brittany bobs her head up and down, faster and faster. "I'm gonna-"

Her hips arch up, craving for more contact and Brittany does just that, her lips encasing the whole of Santana's dick once more until Santana feels the tip hit the back of her girlfriend's throat. Fire bursts inside of her and her toes curl as Brittany's tongue drags achingly slow up her dick, warm mouth retracting until the only part it's covering is the tip. Santana grazes her nails lightly against Brittany's scalp and marvels in the way her girlfriend knows exactly what to do to get her to come. One small suck and flick of her tongue, and then she's gone.

She twists her hand tighter into the sheets until she's pretty sure her fingers have made a damn hole in the fabric and clenches a little tighter into Brittany's hair with her other hand. Brittany - who Santana's pretty sure is smirking - ducks her head and then Santana's whole dick is enveloped in a velvety warm mouth as she empties herself – pouring every last drop into her girlfriend's mouth and grunting her way through the implosion behind her eyelids.

She presses as close as possible and squeezes her eyes shut at the softness that runs up and down her shaft expertly, swiping up her come. Her entire body jolts and jerks, legs quivering violently as surges of pleasure pulse through her and make every nerve inside of her body spark with electricity. She goes on for as long as she can. Until her back begins to ache from its bowed position. Until her toes begin to reject the hardness in which she's curling them. And until her knuckles feel like they're about to pop out her skin.

When all is said and done, her body falls limp, flat onto the mattress and she pants heavily. Her fingers slowly release from the sheets, and she feels her muscles ache and protest from her previous movements, but she doesn't really care. That was fucking amazing (definitely an understatement).

"You know-" she licks her lips and feels the heat drain from her face when Brittany crawls back up her body. "You know it's your birthday, right?"

Brittany scrunches up her nose and smiles. Her golden hair is cascading over her shoulders, curtaining around Santana's face so they're in their own little bubble. Santana lifts her hands, gripping gently on her girlfriend's waist and tugging until the blonde straddles her lap and lowers her face until they're kissing. It's gentle, and smooth. Mouths open and tongues glide across each other, Santana moaning at the taste lingering in her girlfriends mouth and Brittany giggling.

Her entire body is still buzzing with the aftermath of her orgasm, and admittedly, she's a little tired now, but it's Brittany's birthday. Nothing can fucking stop her from giving Brittany her first "present" of the day, come hell or high water.

Occupied with the feeling of Brittany's tongue tracing the memorized contours of her mouth, Santana slides her hand down her girlfriend's naked body, over the dimples in her lower back and over the curve of her butt. Clutching at the soft skin of Brittany's ass, Santana pulls Brittany into herself, kissing her back with everything she has and trying to gain the dominance she needs to be able to give her girlfriend her present.

"Britt-" Santana manages to mumble around her girlfriend's lips. The attempt fails, because her body always gives into Brittany (especially her lips) and she kisses back for long moments, tilting her head to deepen it and slip her tongue into the other woman's mouth. Her tongue curls, grazes along the edge of sharp teeth and she smirks as her middle finger stretches out – from where it's resting at the skin that joins Brittany's ass and thigh – and glides through slick heat.

Brittany buckles, her kisses growing sloppy as Santana continues her movements, dipping her fingertip in a little and rotating slightly. It's always made Brittany go crazy, touching her that is, but there's a little smugness inside Santana that tells her that it's not the touching that's doing it, or the methods in which she uses. It's just her.

"S-San..." Brittany hisses, pulling her lips into her own mouth and resting her forehead against Santana's chin.

Santana grins, stretching her arm further until she can push her middle finger into her girlfriend, knuckle deep. Warmth encompasses her finger and she almost groans herself at the tightness pulsing around her digit, but she doesn't. This is about pleasing Brittany now. She's had her turn, and she wasn't even supposed to have it anyway.

Nudging Brittany's face up with her nose, Santana presses their lips together and rolls in one swift motion. Brittany squeaks as Santana retracts her finger, gliding it up her thigh and over to the inside, to return it once more. Smiling against pink lips, she dips her tongue into her girlfriend's mouth, ignoring the arousal that burns in her stomach and rocks up – feeling her cock stiffening once more. It's sort of incredible in a really odd way how quickly Brittany can make Santana 'reload'. Sort of like a strange skill.

She kisses Brittany until they're both breathless. Until both their lips are swollen from flicking tongues and small sucking motions. Then she pulls away, inhaling deeply through her nose and peppering small kisses around Brittany's face, earning small giggles and playful swats of a hand.

"Stop, stop, stop," Brittany says through a chuckle, wrinkling her nose and whipping her head from side to side to stop the kiss attack.

Santana just continues though. Sliding her hands up to her girlfriend's and threading their fingers together, , tugging until they're in an arc above Brittany's hair - which is splayed like a halo across the white of the pillow. Her kisses descend down the expanse of a creamy neck, licking and sucking gently, making sure to pay extra attention to Brittany's throbbing pulse which flutters rapidly beneath her lips. She smirks against the skin and nuzzles her nose when she takes her mouth away.

"Happy birthday, baby" she whispers, brushing her lips up across Brittany's jaw, over her chin and back to her lips.

Brittany smiles softly, her eyes shining with sheer adoration. The corners of her lips curl into a small, appreciative smile, and Santana feels the urge to kiss her. So she does. She props herself up on one elbow, and brings the other up to Brittany's cheek, cupping it lightly before bringing their lips together. It's ever so soft, and so slow that Santana almost loses herself in the feel of warm lips pressing against hers... But then she thinks back to where they are, and what day it is and pulls away.

Skimming her lips along Brittany's cheek, she pokes out her tongue and flicks it against the shell of Brittany's ear. She then whispers, "Turn over," quietly. To which she pulls back and sees a smirk and dark blue eyes gazing back at her.

That's something she's loved even more than she thought she could over the past six months. In terms of their relationship, whether it be to do with sex or just a random event, they've learnt to ask no questions and to just trust one another. It's not like they didn't to begin with, because they were best friends and to be able to have that friendship – trust is a must. But with a relationship and sex and all that jazz, comes another type of trust. Comes the vulnerability trust. The one where she can open up with all her desires and her wants. To where she can teach Brittany about the ways of her body (even though Brittany doesn't even fucking need it) and learn about Brittany's in turn (she doesn't really need it either, but it's always there.)

Pushing her palms into the space beside Brittany's hips, Santana pulls herself up and rests on her knees, watching as her girlfriend flips around and lies stomach down onto the bed. All the blood in Santana's body shoots straight to her groin when she sees Brittany's sex, glistening in the light as strong thighs part. She doesn't even hold herself back and reaches out, cups one of her girlfriend's ass cheeks and runs her thumb pad down through the moisture – sucking in a sharp breath when she feels just how wet Brittany is.

Even after all this time, it still surprises her how quickly she and Brittany can get fired up for each other.

"What are you-," Brittany breathes out and props herself up on her elbows, shaking her head gently. She twists her neck until she can look at Santana, who reaches down her own body and cups her cock, running her hand up and down her shaft gently. She'd be content with just touching herself whilst looking at Brittany, but she can see the want in blue eyes and knows it reflects in hers – not to mention this is Brittany's birthday. Getting the blonde off is top priority.

"What are you doing?" Brittany repeats, biting her bottom lip when Santana slides her hand across and gathers her index and middle finger to run through slick folds once more.

Santana smirks at how her girlfriend's body shudders underneath her and leans forward, but not quite enough to press her breasts down onto a pale back. Her head dips, enough so her lips graze across Brittany's ear once more, but she has to jerk her hips up when the tip of her dick rubs across the dip in her girlfriend's back.

"Do you trust me?" It's a stupid question, because she already knows the answer.

Brittany cocks a brow and smiles as if to say really? Santana just chuckles and nuzzles her nose into her girlfriend's shoulder, grazing her lips lightly before pulling back. Lowering one hand to the mattress beside Brittany's hip, she slides back a little and looks down to their bodies. Her hand wraps around her stiff shaft, stroking lightly as her eyes fixate on her girlfriend's core.

Shit. She's totally the fucking luckiest person in the whole damn world.

To prove that point, she lowers herself, allowing her entire torso to press against Brittany's back. Brittany pushes back and Santana slides her hand around to her girlfriend's chin, gently tilting with one finger to press their lips together. It's an awkward angle, but it's only a short kiss, so when she pulls away, she resumes the kisses down Brittany's back. Worshipping every inch of skin there is. Her tongue pokes out, swiping over the now goosebump covered skin and grins when she catches Brittany bring her hands up to the pillow and grips it tightly.

Her kisses move further down Brittany's back, into the dip in her spine and over the notches there. She shifts her weight onto her legs, using her thigh muscles and abs to keep herself up as she sinks further and further down her girlfriend's body. Santana widens her lips, allowing herself to press open mouthed kisses instead of small pecks with the intent of savouring and worshipping every last inch of Brittany's perfect body.

Dragging her tongue over Brittany's flush skin, and loving the sweet, warm taste that's just so Brittany – Santana runs her hand down her girlfriend's ribs and back up again. She shudders, eyes rolling into the back of her head and slips her hand between the mattress and Brittany, teasing her fingers across a hardened nipple. Brittany bucks back into her, but she presses down with her chest, pinning the blonde to the bed as she finally gets down to her girlfriend's ass.

She spares one last swipe up the dip in her back and then pulls back, sitting up onto her knees and staring down at Brittany. Her throbbing member aches to be touched, and she knows by the way Brittany's panting heavily, that she's aching to be touched too. So, deciding to stop with the preparation, she whispers; "Are you ready?" and is responded to with a fast nod.

Heart thumping loudly in her chest, she nudges Brittany's legs a little further apart with her knees, marvelling in the flush that scorches across her skin and makes her cock twitch with anticipation. She retracts her hands, ignoring the way Brittany groans against the lack of contact and grins.

(That still drives her crazy and like triples the arousal swirling inside of her. )

Balling her fists, she presses them into the mattress beside Brittany's waist and lowers her hips, groaning when her stiff cock brushes over her girlfriend's thigh.

(Another thing that drives her crazy – how one simple touch can make her entire body feeling like it's on fire.)

Shuffling her limbs until she's steadied herself enough to take one hand away, she brings it down to her erection and licks her lips, eagerly anticipating what's to come.

"You're so beautiful," she whispers, tilting her hips until the tip of her dick is hovering dangerously close to Brittany's soaking sex.

Brittany lets out a small whimper, and Santana doesn't wait for any other response. Instead, shifting forward and pushing into her girlfriend in one swift thrust, until her hips mould around the curve of Brittany's ass. Brown eyes snap shut, and fingers clench as she realizes just how fucking deep she is, and she lets out a heavy groan – one which is mirrored by Brittany. Only a little lower as it's muffled into the pillow.

Wet heat is encompassing her cock, pulsing and massaging and it makes everything multiply in heat and arousal because she seriously can't fucking believe they've never tried this before.

Taking Brittany from behind was always one of her fantasies. One that's grown over the last few months of their relationship. But she never really how to make love to her whilst doing it doggy style. Personally, she thought it was always a little degrading. Being fucked like a dog. But since that FHM magazine (that she may or may not have read last week)... Since she read that article that explained a sensual method in which she could take Brittany from behind... The crave to fulfil and try out this tip has been building inside of her. Hour by hour. Day by day.

And in this position, not only can she make love to Brittany, but she can do absolutely everything she can to get Brittany to the highest climax possible and fulfil her own wants.

Win-win-win.

(Not to mention the bonus of Brittany going on birth control a few months back – which means double the pleasure for both of them.)

"God," she gasps, lowering herself until their bodies are pressed tightly together. Her hands slip up the sheets, sliding over the backs of Brittany's hands and threading their fingers together backwards. They're in an arc above the blonde head of hair, and Santana allows both of them to adjust to the feeling of such a deep connection for a few seconds.

"Fuck,"Brittany breathes out, her voice low and raspy. "Fuck S-an... you're so fucking..."

The blondes words die off, and Santana steals a quick glance to spot the pure pleasure etching its way across her girlfriend's features. Seeing that is just like, unbelievable. Brittany's already the most beautiful thing in the world, but a pleasured Brittany is just... fuck. She can barely even describe what it does to her.

Tipping her neck down, she presses her forehead to the space between Brittany's shoulder blades and begins to slowly rotate her hips.

Sparks of pleasure surge through her, heightening her nerves and illuminating the arousal that's coiling lower in her belly. She moves slowly, pulling out only the smallest of bits before pushing back in and rolling her hips once more. Brittany mashes her cheek into the pillow, squeezing her eyes shut and sucking her lips into her mouth to hold back the moans Santana knowsare there.

She flexes her muscles, tightening the ones in her ass as she pulls out and pushes back in, a little faster this time. Her hips continue to rotate and roll, skin sticking to each other from the light layer of sweat already building over both of them. And she can't help but rock in the laziest of rhythms as if there's no reason in the world to hurry. There isn't, and she wants to move slowly to prolong Brittany's pleasure. But this is something she can only describe as pure bliss. Something she wants to savour every second of as her hard member glides in and out of Brittany's core.

Her fingertips curl into the Brittany's palm, and she raises their intertwined hands a little, pressing down harder with each dragged out thrust to gain the utmost control. From the slightly damp hair on the back of Brittany's neck, to the way her face is contorting as Santana moves inside of her, Santana can't help but find herself amazed by the woman beneath her. Amazed that she's able to share this. That they're able to have this, after all of the trials and tribulations they've endured.

"S'nta-nah..." Brittany groans, tilting her hips down and pushing her ass up slightly.

Santana smirks, and pulls her head back to see the tell-tale signs of a creased brow and perfect white teeth biting down hard on a pink lip, telling her to pick up her pace. So she lifts her torso, the entire expanse of her chest feeling instantly ice cold as her hands push against Brittany's to keep herself up. Needing to find some grounding, she pulls their intertwined hands down beside Brittany's shoulders, pulls her knees up to dig into the mattress between Brittany's legs and begins to rock her hips faster and faster, pressing Brittany's pelvis further into the mattress with every deep thrust.

"Uh-uh," Brittany rolls her hips into the mattress and squeaks at a particularly deep thrust.

Her hands squeeze at Brittany's when she hears the blonde utter a startled gasp, and silently asks if she's alright with the simple nose nudge, in which Brittany answers with a feverish nod. And for some strange reason, that even she doesn't know of, it strikes her just how much she loves this.

God... She reallyfucking loves this.

Loves the way their bodies move together perfectly. Loves how they can silently converse, even in the most intense, passionate moments together. Loves how she feels around Brittany and how Brittany smiles at her when she offers a single glance.

She just loves Brittany. Unconditionally.

The sound of skin slapping against skin interrupts her thoughts and she sees her girlfriend turn her head, bury it into the pillow in front of her and groan loudly into the fabric. The image shoots straight to Santana's groin, multiplying her arousal, and she grunts, pumping her hips a little faster than before – but with the same tender and care.

"Shit, Britt'ny," she pants, her brow lining with a layer of sweat as the heat tightens and burns low in her belly.

Heat pricks around her face, reddening her cheeks and she purses her lips into an 'o', blowing out an invisible stream of air as she slows her thrusts. Arms aching, Santana lowers herself, pressing her entire torso into Brittany's back and sinking deeper into her girlfriend.

"Oh, S'ntana-" Brittany squeaks when Santana feels the tip of her member prod against the walls of her girlfriend's cervix. "You're s-oh..." the blonde gasps sharply when Santana slows her thrusts and draws them out, hitting the spot she knows will drive Brittany crazy. "You're so de-ep... uh."

Pulling out and inhaling deeply, she slides in once more, her entire cock disappearing between wet heat until her hips meet the curve of Brittany's ass. They both groan at the roll of her hips, and once again, a high pitched squeak comes from Brittany.

"Oh my, oh my..." Brittany mutters quickly, sucking in her lips.

Lips brushing over the salty skin of a pale back, Santana drags herself out again, before pushing back in, just as deep as before. She repeats once, twice, and then three times until she feels the walls around her dick tighten and spasm. One last glacial thrust of her hips, and a kiss to a pale shoulder, Brittany descends over the edge.

"Fuck, Santan-ah!" Brittany practically screams into the pillow as Santana thrusts her hips with one last drawn out movement and presses her lips down onto a pale shoulder. It sends the blonde spiralling over the edge and into an overwhelming orgasm and Santana pauses still, knowing she's only seconds behind.

Arching into the brunette above, Brittany lifts her head off the pillow and Santana releases the left one their intertwined hands to slip beneath her girlfriend's body and curl around her waist. She pulls them together tightly until there's no space between them. The coil in her stomach sharply tightens as the muscles around her member clench and Brittany releases a string of hissed words as her body begins to quake and shudder.

Santana presses her fingertips into her girlfriend's ribs, tucking her chin over a pale shoulder and holding on as she keeps herself buried deep inside of Brittany – her own orgasm rapidly approaching. Snapping her eyes shut, she feels Brittany's teeth grit together as her ass grinds back into Santana and it tips her over the edge. The mind-numbingly brilliant edge that she's only ever managed to reach with Brittany.

Tightening her grip around Brittany's right hand, which are still clasped together, she presses her lips hard into the ridge of her girlfriend's shoulder and pushes down with her entire body. Brittany whimpers and squeaks as Santana empties herself inside her girlfriend, feeling the warmth pool around the top half of her cock and mix with Brittany's.

Exhausted and breathless, their bodies both fall limp and the room is left with the sounds of their ragged breaths and more than satisfied smiles.


"You're aware we have dinner with your brother in about an hour, right? And you're not even halfway to getting ready?"

Santana grins into the pillow, twists her face until her cheek's pressing into it and stares at her girlfriend. "In all fairness," she purrs, stretching her arms that are tucked underneath the pillow until the bones in her elbow pop back into place. Sliding them out, she throws one over Brittany's midsection and grips at her hip to roll them until Brittany's astride her, strong creamy thighs bracketing her hips. Her palms glide up the smooth skin and back down again as she answers; "You're not ready either. So we couldn't even leave if we wanted to."

"Tony's going to be mad," Brittany replies, before her face twists as she processes Santana's words. "And the only reason I'm not ready is because you keep distracting me."

Brittany lowers her face as she speaks and presses her hands into the headboard above Santana until their breasts brush against one another. Thinking she's about to be kissed, Santana wets her lips and pouts a little, but then Brittany giggles and no kiss comes – so she scrunches up her nose as if she's not amused by the action.

"Mean bean," she grumbles, poking at her girlfriend's ribs and feeling her buckle beneath her touch. Her hands come up to stroke along the length of toned arms. "And I'm not distracting you, I'm saying happy birthday," she smirks and rolls her eyes with a shrug. "Just not with words."

Brittany chuckles and shakes her head at the same time.

"And, you do have the power to say no."

"But that'd just be rude," Brittany muses, winking. "And I'm quite liking my birthday so far."

"Quite?" Santana gasps, feigning offence. "I thought I did a pretty good job. Well," she pauses and bites her lip in mock thought. "Judging by your squeaks and squeals and 'oh Santana's' anyway," she says, mimicking Brittany's voice as much as possible through half-chuckles.

This time it's Brittany gasping as her pale cheeks redden. "Santana!"

"What?" She grins, feeling her chest bump against Brittany's as she laughs. "I'm just saying!"

She removes her hands off Brittany's thighs and grabs at the hands swatting her biceps. Curling her fingers around slender wrists, she tugs until their flush against one another, tips of their noses brushing and forehead pressed together and nuzzles lightly. All she sees is blue and it does something inside of her that makes her want to throw her head back and groan at how ridiculously in love she is.

"But seriously," she lowers her voice and switches on the serious mode. "Happy birthday, Britt," she sucks in a deep breath, feeling their chests move together and twines their fingers through each other. "I wish you all the love and happiness in the world and I hope you have the best day."

Brittany sighs loudly, pulls her brows together slightly and sucks in her smiling lips, with nothing but sheer adoration on her face. She pushes as Santana's shoulders, and moves into a sitting position whilst her blue eyes gloss over and her entire body relaxes and deflates as she stares down at the brunette.

Santana's heart flips and flops over and over at the sight of Brittany gazing at her with such love, because it's times like these, with Brittany looking at her like this... It just reminds her how fucking lucky she is to be able to call Brittany her own. To be able to say Brittany's her girlfriend. Her love. Her soul mate.

She doesn't think she'll ever get used what Brittany does to her. Nor how she makes her feel.

(She also remembers how many times Brittany used to look at her like this. Before they were together.)

"Well, I'm not sure if the rest of the day is going to be great," Brittany replies, softly, interrupting Santana's thoughts.

Confused, Santana brings the back of Brittany's hand to her mouth and kisses it. She stares into piercing blue eyes and almost loses herself, and her words, but recovers when Brittany shuffles slightly, wiggling her pelvis into a tanned one absently.

"What do you mean?"

Brittany half-shrugs, swinging their hands from side to side lightly. The back of her thumb brushing across tanned abs. "It's already been the best day, ever."

Santana lets out a groan before sitting up, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend's waist and allows pale arms to slink over her shoulder to cuddle back. She pulls them together in a tight embrace, burying her face into the valley of Brittany's breasts and breathes in the scent of her vanilla and honey scented skin. It's not even shower gel. Just Brittany. Her natural scent is so calm and soothing, and better than any product available to buy or make.

"I am so in love with you," she mumbles into her girlfriend's skin, stretching her neck slightly to press a kiss to the hollow of Brittany's throat.

Something flutters inside her stomach, and even though she's used to her bodily reactions, it still sort of surprises her. Whenever she says those words, it always bursts something inside of her. Like a brand new bubble of Brittany love that's been tucked away somewhere inside of her for all these years. Building and expanding, even now, with every second they spend together. And with every bubble comes a million more reasons to why she loves Brittany. A million more reasons to pile onto the billions she already has.

She pulls away, with the intent to move Brittany and to stand. But then Brittany traces her fingertips around her neck and down between the valley of her own breasts, and maybe all thoughts of her brother and how pissed he is at their disgraceful punctuality skips out her mind. Pretty lucky really, because then Brittany chuckles and leans down to press their lips together.

"We're gonna be late," she mumbles as she turns Brittany and presses her into the mattress, slipping in between her thighs at the same time.

Brittany just shrugs, runs her hands through dark locks and tangles them there. "It's my birthday," she grins before bringing their mouths back together. They kiss for a long moment before Brittany breaks away, barely an inch and whispers, "we can totally be a little late," into Santana's mouth.

Santana really doesn't have a fucking problem with that.


So maybe they're more than a little late.

It's just really fucking hard to watch Brittany walk to the bathroom, stark fucking naked, throw a seductive glance over her shoulder and then bite her finger between perfect teeth as she sways her hips in a way that she knows will drive Santana fucking crazy. Especially when she's just suggested a shower together to 'clean themselves off'.

They stayed in their double the amount of time they were supposed to, and 'cleaned off' at least another four times before even making an attempt to leave.

But here they are. Dressed in 'smart/casual' clothes, as per Santana's own request, standing outside 'Gio Gio' – one of the most expensive Italian restaurants in the Big Apple and renound for it's ridiculously amazing food – staring at each other and trying to persuade one another to go in first.

"You should go in first," Santana insists, nudging her shoulders into Brittany's. "If I go in first, Tony's gonna be maaaad."

Blue eyes roll. "He's going to be mad, anyway. You're his sister, so you deserve it."

"Yeah, but he loves you," Santana retorts, trying her charming smile. "And by the time I get to him, he won't be that mad because he's already seen you."

"He's your brother."

"It's your birthday."

That backfires, because as soon as she says it, Brittany tilts her head and shows her brilliant 'I've won' smile.

"Exactly," the blonde says, pressing her hand into the small of Santana's back and urging her towards the door. "So that means you have to do what I say."

Santana turns her head to look over her shoulder and winks. "Kinky," she smirks. "But this isn't fair."

"Birthday girl's wishes," Brittany explains before Santana trips over the step and into the restaurant, legs moving rapidly to gain her balance once more. Her cheeks flood with embarrassment, tinging a dark shade of red but there's a smile on her face because she knows how much of an idiot she looks like. What makes it even funnier is that Brittany's holding her stomach, throwing her head back and basically howling at the scene that just happened.

Once the balance is regained, Santana straightens up, grabs the labels of her jacket and shrugs them forward, trying to play it cool and not focus on the fact that she just tripped her way into the restaurant. The maître d' smirks at her like she's noticed, but Santana averts her gaze back to a laughing Brittany and grabs her hand, tangling their fingers together and pulling her towards the maître d's booth - totally ignoring the few people by the door who also witnessed her falling into the restaurant.

Oh well, she thinks. At least she didn't fall flat on her face. She totally wouldn't have recovered from that.

"Name?"

"Lopez," Santana mutters, ducking her chin to her chest and looking to the floor. Okay, maybe she's a little embarrassed, still. But it's hard not to be when that stupid maître d' is trying to conceal her 'you fell over' grin but not exactly succeeding. "Santana Lopez, but my brother's already here I think... We're a little late."

"San," Brittany chuckles, pressing her forehead into Santana's bicep to hide the fact that she's still giggling at the embarrassing entrance even though she should totally just get over it.

(Santana tries not to think that if Brittany had tripped, she'd still be laughing, too.)

"Sssh," she whispers, squeezing Brittany's hand and sucking her lips to try and hide her own little chuckle. To be honest, at first, yeah sure, it was embarrassing, but when Brittany laughs and smiles like this – the first of the five smiles to be precise – she just can't not join in. Even if it is at herself.

"Yes, ladies," the maitre d' nods and sweeps her hand out down towards the tables. "This way."

Santana bumps her shoulder against Brittany's and scrunches up her nose at her, whispering "ssh, Brittany, people are staring" to try and get her to keep quiet. But she just keeps laughing, even though she's covering her mouth and has her head buried into Santana's arm. Rolling her eyes, Santana releases their hand and throws her arm around her girlfriend's shoulders, pulling them together as they head towards the table.

(She's really glad she wore the boots with the heels on, and Brittany wore flats.)

When they get there, Antonio's sitting in the booth, leg crossed and propped up, with his arms spread out angel-style beside him along the back of his seat. He grins at Santana as they come into view, and Santana presses a kiss to her girlfriend's cheek before practically sprinting towards her brother.

"Tony!" She half-screams, throwing herself into her brother's arms and hugging tightly. His thick muscled arms wrap around her neck and pull them closer together. "Damn, yo he echado de menos te!" (I've missed you!)

"Yo también te extrañe, (I've missed you too) Santana," Tony whispers, pressing a kiss to her hair.

Releasing her brother from the hug, she pulls back and takes in a huge breath, eyes flicking over the sight of her brother. His muscles are more toned, his teeth are somehow brighter and his hair is longer, now. It resembles more of a flat-top than a short-cut, but he still looks like his charming self. Still looks like the spitting image of Jesse Metcalfe and an ethnic God. He's grown up though. There's a certain maturity to his eyes and definitely the beginnings of crows-feet at the corners of his eyes.

The last time she saw him was at her wedding and that was... God, almost a year ago, and the last conversation they had was about Brittany (funnily enough) and how Mike Chang was hitting on her. How if it weren't Mike, someone else would come along and sweep Brittany off her feet.

Come to think of it, Santana can't actually remember if she told Tony about the struggle she and Brittany went through. All she remembers is gushing down the phone to him after he came back in February, telling him how unbelievably amazing she was, and how Brittany was her girlfriend. She doesn't even think he got a word in edge-ways in that particular conversation, before he spoke quickly and muttered that he had to get back to some business.

"¡Dios mío," Tony purrs, twisting his body to slide past Santana and towards Brittany.

Santana twists, chuckles and then shakes her head as she watches her brother shamelessly check out her girlfriend. She's not going to get jealous, or possessive or whatever. Tony has all reason to check out Brittany. She's fucking smoking hot. Santana would probably react more if Tony didn't check Brittany out. He'd have to be fucking crazy not to.

"Happy birthday, Brittany. And if you don't mind me saying," he cocks a brow and turns on the Lopez charm. Santana could spot it from a mile away. "You're looking fine, chica (girl)," he nods in approval as he holds out his hand and silently asks for hers – his eyes trailing up and down her body a hell of a lot slower than appropriate.

Brittany accepts, smiling at him but flicking her eyes towards Santana for permission – who smiles in response - and Tony twirls her when he holds their hands high. A light giggle escapes her lips, her nose scrunches up and she brings her other hand up to her chest, allowing herself to be whirled around and Santana can't fight the grin that etches its way across her face. Another thing she loves about Brittany is that Brittany's basically a part of the Lopez family already. Always getting along with Tony (despite him drooling a few times in their past) and even respecting Maria when they visited her at Christmas. Despite her mother not deserving it.

"Santana," Tony addresses her. "You got some good taste, hermano."

Santana rolls her eyes but takes a step towards her girlfriend, looping her arm around her shoulder and stealing her back. Their hands clasp where Santana dangles it over Brittany's right shoulder. "That's why she's my girl."

Brittany twists her head and looks up at her the same way she did this morning. With that adoring smile that's only ever directed at Santana. The one that says I love you, I need you and I want you all in one single expression. Blue eyes flicker down to her lips and back to her eyes, and Santana wrinkles her nose before kissing Brittany's temple, letting her lips linger a little longer than necessary. She pulls back and stares into blue eyes, watching the silver specks in Brittany's eyes glimmer and beam adoration towards her. It makes her heart flutter and she lets out a heavy sigh before squeezing Brittany's body closer to hers – knowing it's probably a little inappropriate to kiss her in front of her brother right now. Considering they were late and all, and are now just prolonging their lunch.

"Okay, pájaros del amor (love birds)," Tony shakes his head and curls his finger in a 'come here' gesture as he takes a seat back on his side of the booth. "Break it up. A hombre's (man's) gotta eat."

Grinning until her cheeks hurt, Santana moves her and Brittany – still holding each other – towards the booth and steps aside to allow the blonde in. Brittany flutters her eyes and smiles gratefully as she slides into the booth and scoots over, tapping the seat beside her to urge Santana in, quickly.

The maitre D places down their menus and they order drinks quickly before Tony begins once more.

"So," he starts, forearms pressing into the table top as he leans forward and smiles, looking between the two. There's a sparkle in his eye that Santana knows is the 'I approve of this relationship' one, and it just makes her relax even more. Not that she wasn't already, though. But it's nice to know that Tony will give his blessing when she decides to pop the question.

Wait... Did she just think about proposing?

"Do I wanna know why you two were late?" He asks, cocking a brow and pasting a knowing smirk on to his face.

Santana snaps her head to Brittany who ducks her head and blushes. She grins, bites her top lip and runs her tongue along it once it's released, trying to find an answer that doesn't involve the words 'going at it like rabbits' or 'couldn't get enough'. When she thinks of one, she lowers her hand, squeezing her girlfriend's thigh as if to say I'll take this one" and barely sees the nod Brittany gives. Knowing the blonde's afraid to do anything more because Brittany has the ability to turn into a freaking tomato when she's embarrassed.

"No," she tries not to chuckle as Brittany whips her head around with wide eyes. "You probably don't."

Brittany nudges her in the ribs with her elbow, but Santana and Tony just throw their heads back and begin to laugh loudly. The waitress comes back over with their drinks and they all lower their laughter and pause enough to take a sip. Brittany keeps her head ducked down the entire time, but her shoulders are rising and falling rapidly as if she's silently giggling. To be honest, Santana can't exactly be ashamed. The majority of couples give their other half a special 'good morning' on their birthday, so why shouldn't she? Not to mention, Tony totally would have known by their bright, in-love auras glowing around them that they'd had a great morning already – even if she'd lied.

Whilst the waitress is still around, they all take a break from their chuckling to order their food. Asparagus cream pasta for Santana, Chicken Cacciatore for Brittany and Spaghetti Carbonara for Tony. Which is pretty funny actually, because Tony's probably the wealthiest out of them all – with the whole TV actor thing going on – and he has the cheapest lunch. But he's all about simplicity and not showing his wealth. Even though his seven thousand dollar suits say different.

"Aren't you going to tell me, then?" Tony asks with a 'well?' written on his face.

"Tell you what?" Santana asks as Brittany idly toys with her hand underneath the table.

"The story," Santana narrows her eyes at her brother, so he elaborates. "The story of you two."

She turns her head down until she locks eyes with Brittany and then sucks in a deep breath, readying herself to begin to long ass tale. But then a hand squeezes at her thigh and she frowns quickly, staring quizzically at her girlfriend because she doesn't really know what that was for.

"I'll take this one, babe," Brittany winks and then leans back onto the table, keeping their hands together underneath the table as she begins.

Santana listens and watches her girlfriend in awe.

/

"So, you guys kissed the night before Santana's wedding?"

Brittany chuckles and nods at Tony's question, and Santana just ducks her head, focusing all her attention on her girlfriend's hand as she rubs her thumb pad over the back of it. The skin is soft to the touch, and it almost sends shudders down her spine at the sparks that flow between their contrasting skin.

"Jesus, San," Tony mutters. "Why didn't you just break it off with Sophie then?"

"I wish I did," she responds honestly, feeling blue eyes bore into the side of her skull with sheer surprise. "I know I should have, but I guess if I had then things wouldn't have turned out," she turns her head to Brittany and stares straight into blue eyes. "As perfect as they are."

Brittany sighs and gives her that first smile – the 'I'm horribly in love' one – and then leans forward to press their lips together.

"You two are kind of disgustingly cute," Tony mutters.

But Santana ignores it and resumes kissing her perfect girlfriend.


"You spent Christmas day together, made out and..." Tony waves his hand around. "Stuff, and both of you still stayed with your other halves?"

Santana rolls her eyes. "I was married,"she tries. "I couldn't just ditch her."

"And Mike was always really sweet," Brittany adds in.

Tony scoffs. "You two were seriously unbelievable. I even told Santana before the wedding that she should ditch that hoe then and there."

Blue eyes snap to Santana, and without even looking, she knows that Brittany's waiting for her to explain that bit of the story. But she just clears her throat instead of responding, unwilling to say what happened because she knows she should have listened to her brother. She knows it every damn day and she already swore to Brittany, standing on her door step that she'd spend every living day making it up to her.

Brittany clucks her tongue, knowing Santana's not going to answer and then continues on with the story. "So, anyway, Santana went out to get some syrup..."


"Oh, mierda! (shit!)" Tony exclaims, slapping the table top. "Sophie came back?"

Santana curls her fingers around her glass of wine and brings it to her lips. She takes a sip, feeling the bitterness tang at her taste buds and then places it back down.

"Yep," she nods, squeezes Brittany's hand. "Really fucking convenient timing."

"It's better she came home, San," Brittany looks at her and offers a small smile.

Santana narrows her eyes but agrees anyway. Because like she's already said, things wouldn't have happened they way they did, and they may not have got where they are today if things had proceeded differently. Not to mention, if Sophie hadn't come back, and they were in the apartment together for a few more days, alone, they most definitely wouldn't have had such an amazing first time together. It would have been hot, sure, but definitely not as special as it was.

Her heart beat increases and heat pools low in her belly when she thinks back to that time.

"Yeah, baby," she leans towards Brittany and kisses her cheek, softly. "I know."

Brittany smiles back and then resumes their story again.


"Sophie was cheating on you all that time and you never did anything about it?" Tony pulls his face into an incredulous expression. "¿Qué coño, Santana!" (What the fuck, Santana!)

"Guess I never really cared enough to do anything," she admits, shrugging as the waitress places down their food in front of them. As always, they've seemed to take a seat on the appropriate side - allowing them to eat whilst still holding hands. Which is kind of perfect, because, well, they are kind of perfect too. Never fails to illuminate her heart and send her insides round and round.

"You're kind of an ass, hermana."

Santana chuckles and picks up her fork to stab it into her pasta. "I know."

"But Brittany loves you, anyway."

"I do," Brittany chirps in as she takes a bite of her chicken. "Sort of."

Santana bumps their shoulders together and scrunches her nose. "Shut up, you."

"You love me."

"I do," she grins, a bit of pasta sauce tumbling down her chin.

"Okay, can it los amantes de la, (lovers)" Tony mumbles through a mouthful. "I'd actually prefer not to throw up fourteen dollars worth of food, here."

Santana rolls her eyes and so does Brittany. But the story still continues, even as they eat.


The waitress takes their empty plates away from them, asking if they were satisfied with their meals and of course, Tony couldn't resist replying with "I could do with a little more satisfaction." If it weren't for his ridiculously good looks and Hollywood-charm, most women would probably slap him for that. But being a starstruck waitress (she may have asked Tony for his autograph a few times) she giggled, more than necessary and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Gracias, hermosa, (thank you, beautiful)" Tony says, his voice low and raspy as the waitress drops her chest lower and her boobs practically tumble out her blouse.

Whilst the waitress walks away, Santana pulls Brittany closer to her, allowing the blonde to rest her head on her shoulder and then threads their fingers together on her lap. They're both stuffed from their meal, their minds marvelling with the aftermath of the rich flavour of their expensive meals and both wanting to be as close as possible.

"Where were we?" Tony mutters after he manages to tear his eyes away from where they were glued on the waitress' ass.

Santana skims her lips across Brittany's forehead when she doesn't answer. "Britt?"

"We were at my last birthday," the blonde breathes out and Santana suddenly gets why she didn't reply immediately.

Here comes the beginning of the end.


"So, hold on a segundo (second)," Tony points towards Brittany. "You just got engaged?" he points to Santana, "You were married?" He retracts his hand and crosses his arms over his chest, pulling his features into slight confusion. "You both obviously knew of each other's feelings, and neither of you thought to break it off with your other half and speak up?"

Santana looks to Brittany for an answer, but Brittany looks to Santana for one and then they just kind of end up staring at each other, seeing if either half a worth answer.

Except neither really do, so Santana just shakes her head and says; "It was more complicated, back then."

Tony's eyebrows raise and his eyes flicker down to their hands, tightly clasped on top of the table. "Yeah," he says, sarcastically. "Sure seems like it."

"There's more," she tries, clenching her jaw because it's becoming slowly evident how stupid both of them were. Even if back then it sort of seemed like they were doing the right thing.

(Right thing, her ass.)

"Well, please," her brother sweeps out his arm, much like the maître d' did earlier when they were seated. "Explain."

Santana lets out a small laugh, but there's an edge to it that makes her seem slightly irritated. "Well if you didn't keep fucking interrup-"

"San," Brittany warns, softly as her free hand taps at their clasped ones. "Don't. He doesn't understand," the blonde explains, staring deeply into brown eyes. Santana feels all the irritation she felt pulsing through her veins diminish and lets out a long exhale, sinking back into her seat as Brittany continues.

She swears she hears Tony say "you're so whipped", but decides that she still wants to keep her brother, so she just forgets she ever heard it.


"Tell me you gave Sophie a smack down, hermana," Tony slams his fist to the table, his features angered, yet excited.

"No," Santana shakes her head, feeling Brittany trace an invisible circle on the back of her hand. "I was never that pissed at her, to be honest," she shrugs. "She never meant enough to me. It just sucked that my trust was broken."

She feels Brittany stretch up and tilts her cheek down to receive the kiss, grinning when Brittany nuzzles her nose into the spot afterwards. Rolling his eyes, Tony calls over the waitress and orders three coffees, winking at her and pulling her down to whisper something into his ear. Santana's like, one hundred percent sure she doesn't want to hear what was just said.

"You just let that bitch go?" Tony continues once the waitress turns away.

Pulling her lips down at the side, Santana makes a low humming noise. "Mhmm."

"What she's not telling you," Brittany starts, grinning and shuffling forward until her butt's on the edge of the seat. "Is that she totally kicked Puck's ass."

Tony's eyes flit towards her and she rolls her eyes whilst half-smiling, pretending like she isn't proud of that. She really is though. Especially when Brittany's looking at her like that and saying it like she's cheering Santana on. Makes her feel pretty awesome, to be honest.

"You did?" Her brother asks, his voice a little high. Almost like he doesn't quite believe her.

Santana rolls her head a little. "Yeah," she breathes out, trying not to act like kicking Puck's ass pretty cool. "I did."

"¿Cómo?" (How?)

"What do you mean, how?" Santana says, bringing her glass to her lips and taking a sip. "I kicked his ass."

"Yeah, but like," her brother shifts forward towards the edge of his seat and lifts both hands. Santana stays quizzical at her brother's actions, but Brittany giggles when Tony curls his fists and jabs in the air. Tony then switches between groping something and then turns to fidgeting after. She can only imagine that he's kicking his feet underneath the table, because otherwise he's squirming like a penguin and she's not entirely sure how someone can kick someone's ass like that. "Which one looked like you when you were kicking his ass?"

"Well I didn't flop like a penguin," she mimics his previous movement and grins. "If that's what you mean."

"Callar, Santana," he pulls his brows together.

"Sólo porque me pateó culo de alguien y no lo ha hecho,"(only because I've kicked someone's ass and you haven't.) she spits back playfully, poking her tongue out.

Tony leans over and jabs her in the arm. "Voy a patear el culo en un minuto." (I'll kick your ass in a minute.)

"Tráigalo encendido, hermano menor. (Bring it on, little brother.)" Santana buffs out her chest and taps it with both hands. Almost like a gorilla does when defending himself. She hears Brittany giggling and turns to her, seeing a scrunched up nose, sparkling white teeth being revealed through a large grin and her girlfriend's head thrown back. She begins to laugh too, snorting a little in which Brittany stills, widens her eyes at her before bursting out into a giggle fit once more and then Tony joins in.

(Seriously, it's like they're three teenagers again. Back in the Lopez household, pretending to fight and wrestle because the pizza delivery girl gave them both the look. Even though Brittany insists the girl wasn't even interested.)

"Right, so," Tony wipes at the corner of his eyes and then breathes out heavily, crossing both arms and placing them on top of the table before speaking. "Continue, señora atractiva," he winks at Brittany.

"Did you just call my girlfriend 'sexy lady'?" Santana asks, her face incredulous but slightly amused. That was such a corny thing to say. Sometimes, it actually surprises her that shit like that works with Tony's girls. Pretty cringe if you ask her.

"Speaking the truth, hermana," he bites his bottom lip and looks to Brittany seductively.

Brittany just pulls an amused expression. "I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot barge pole and boxing gloves," she says, her face splitting into a grin.

Tony clutches his chest and twists his face in faux agony. "Oh, Brittany, ese daño, (that hurt)."

"Yeah, I have no idea what you just said," Brittany says with a straight face.

Grinning, Santana twists her body and grabs Brittany's hip – the one furthest away from her - and pulls them together, nuzzling her nose into the slope of her girlfriend's neck. Because sometimes Brittany's just too damn adorable and cute for her own fucking good. Her lips brush over Brittany's pulse point and she feels it skip underneath her touch. So, just for good measure, she presses a firm kiss there before pulling away. Knowing if she stays any longer, they'll probably get kicked out for sexual indecency because Santana took Brittany right here on the table.

Not to mention Tony would probably disown her. But whatever, Brittany's pretty hard to resist. Even in public.

"So, anyway," Brittany clears her throat and Santana notes the tinge on her ears from where she's slightly turned on. It makes arousal swirl low in her stomach and she turns back to Tony with a straight face, subtly ignoring how a pale hand slips onto her thigh, a little too high to be deemed appropriate. Playing dirty, she thinks.

"We both went to the restaurant where Puck and Sophie were and Santana totally created this massive scene..."


It takes about another half hour, but Brittany finally finishes her story, ending it with the 'five smiles' that makes Santana blush heavily and Tony mouth "pussy" over the table to her. If she was ashamed by her actions she'd totally kick him under the table. But she doesn't at all. That speech got her the most incredible girlfriend in the entire world. She doesn't see Tony with Brittany, so Santana wins.

She'll take the teasing for Brittany any day.

"Baby," Brittany whispers as Tony continues to chuckle at the speech. "I gotta pee."

Santana turns, pressing a kiss to Brittany's forehead. "Okay," she scoots over, allowing her girlfriend out of the booth. "It's over in the back corner."

Brittany grins and turns, but then spins around again before she takes any steps. Quizzical, Santana narrows her eyes at her girlfriend but then sees Brittany glance towards Tony who's preoccupied with his staring contest against the waitress' ass. Her mouth drops open to ask what the hell's going on before lips cover her own and suddenly Brittany's kissing her. Briefly but surely. Her mind swims and lips tingle as soon as Brittany pulls away, and if it weren't for Tony slowly bringing himself back to the table, she'd curl her fingers around her girlfriend's wrist and tug until they were kissing, over and over.

Probably inappropriate for a place like this, but it's not like she really gives a crap.

"Be right back," Brittany winks, sucking in her lips before twisting around and heading to the bathroom.

Santana doesn't stop herself from staring at her girlfriend's butt as she walks away because it's definitely something to be stared at. She continues to gaze for a long moment, before sighing loudly and hearing her brother clear his throat. Snapping herself back to reality, she turns in her seat and stares at him, shrugging because she doesn't even need an excuse for gazing. She's not a dirty pervert, flirting with some innocent waitress like he is. Brittany's her girlfriend. It's like her right to stare.

"When you gonna do it then?"

"What?"

Tony leans forward and looks around as if he's a spy. "When you gonna do it?" He repeats, eyebrows cocking up quickly as if to say "you know what I'm talking about."

"Do what?"

"You know," he lowers his voice and waves his hand around in a circular motion. "Pop the question."

She's pretty sure her heart skips about three or four beats then. Mouth dropping open, and eyes widening, she stares at her brother like he just told her he was getting married and leaves her glass hanging awkwardly in the air – seeing as she was about to take a sip from it before he spoke. Her eyes flicker around when she kicks her mind back into gear, making sure Brittany isn't around as her pulse quickens with slight fear.

That was definitely not what she was expecting.

"Have you had one too many to drink?" She say through a forced chuckle, jutting her chin towards the bottle of beer on his side and trying to lighten the situation. If she were honest, that kind of blind sided her.

"I'm serious," he continues, his face dropping from its usual grin and into something she can only think to be his serious side. She doesn't know, only because the majority of the time her brother's joking around, or smiling. There's rarely an occasion where he takes anything serious. Even his damn TV show is a sitcom.

Santana moves her drink up to her lips and takes a long sip, trying to think of anything since her mind's pretty much blanked. Her eyes narrow and she lifts her arm, throwing it along the back of the bench to study her brother. Something inside of her flutters, and whereas at first, she thought it might possibly have been fear... She now recognises it to be... excitement, maybe?

It's that that sends her mind into a thought spiral. Hundreds of images of Brittany walking down the aisle in a perfect white dress, flawless and hugging every womanly curve of her body, whilst Santana stands at the base by the priest, staring at her fiancée with such awe because she still can't fucking believe that Brittany's hers, pops into her mind and it does something to her insides. Like someone just popped a balloon of excitement and now she can't possibly contain herself.

She thinks of the reception for their wedding. White roses (because they're Brittany's favourite) and At Last by Etta James playing for their first dance as a newlywed couple (because that's what they both decided for their separate weddings on when they were 9 years old and had no idea what their lives would bring.) She thinks about their family surrounding them, and realizes just how fucking happy it makes her. How the mere thought of having a wedding band on her finger, placed there by none other than than Brittany Lopez-Pierce, the love of her life and soul mate, makes the entire room seem brighter.

"You think I should?" She asks, the aftermath of her 'Lopez-Pierce' thought still processing in her mind.

Tony grins and nods, noticing the extra glint in her eye. "It's her birthday," he replies, eyes flicking around and head bobbing up and down. "There's no better time," he shrugs. "It'd be the best present ever."

Feeling her chest inflate with an overload of happiness, Santana smiles and thinks about it for a few seconds. Inwardly, she weighs up a quick pros and cons list of doing it today and then realizes what she did. She didn't even hesitate about actually doing it, just about the day in which she does. Her stomach jumps and she's pretty sure she just swallowed her heart because suddenly it's like she can't breathe from the overwhelming flood of emotions she feels. Excitement, adoration, panic, love... Now she can't really wait to do it.

Even if there's a part of her that's shitting itself.

Before she can even answer him, Brittany comes back and slides into the seat next to her. Her hand instantly finding purchase on Santana's thigh and head leaning on her shoulder. Santana, still pretty sure her heart is racing from the conversation with her brother, settles into her girlfriend and presses a kiss to her temple. Her brother just gives her a knowing smile and then leans back into his seat, waving over the waitress for the bill.

Santana thinks that maybe Brittany's going to get an extra special present this year.


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