Hello! I'm back with an update because I've been procrastinating with revision and I thought that I'd use the time to write a chapter up! Anyway, I'm aware that I'm kind of putting the whole Santana's parents thing behind at the moment because I don't want to make it super angsty at the moment, I mean she's doing really well and she's happy but don't fret I will address it again soon. I just need to figure out what I want to do before I can bring it up fully again. So it's the Vegas weekend and it's going to be filled with adventures! This chapter is not necessarily filled with them, it's kind of the build up to it and it's super fluffy but who doesn't like Brittana fluff? Faberry is present so expect Quinntana broship and Pezberry 'love-hate' friendship! Anyway, I hope you like it and please comment and review if you want to see something specific next chapter! Prompt me ;)!


"Britt, I'm not so sure this is a good idea."

Santana grumbles for the hundredth time now as she carelessly tosses another piece of clothing on to the bed where her girlfriend is trying to pack neatly. Friday night came faster than Santana could even say foreplay and now, here she is grouchily picking out items of clothing from her side of the closet while Brittany amused herself with folding all the clothes the brunette kept chucking at the bed.

"San, for someone who doesn't want to go; you're packing an awful lot of stuff. Not to mention your expensive heels." Brittany lets out an amused chuckle as she watches her girlfriend pretend to be unexcited about this Vegas trip with their best friends.

By now, Brittany's already accustomed to her girlfriend's stubbornness and grumpy façade but she knows better than what the brunette is showing. Santana packing her best dresses and heels just screams 'Vegas, I'm ready for you!' but Brittany knows that won't come out until they are checked in to a swanky hotel suite and partying like it's1999. Santana has been doing well despite the fall out with her parents but the blonde knows her girlfriend is still a bummed out about the whole thing and with finals coming up soon, Santana needs to let lose a little before she burns out.

The familiar eye rolling made its way on to the Santana's features as she remained adamant to convince the dancer that Vegas isn't a good move. "B, all my heels are expensive. You know that. Besides I know I don't have a choice with Berry and Fabgay breathing down my throat."

Brittany stood up and walked towards the shorter woman. Her arms instinctively enveloped slim waist as she rests her chin on smooth caramel shoulders. "It's not going to be that bad, San. I promise we'll have fun."

Santana couldn't help but smile as she felt soft lips on her neck. "See,I have no say in the matter. You're totally using your sweet lady kisses to get me on board." She jokes, letting the dress she was holding go as she spun around to meet vibrant blue eyes.

"I'm prepared to use all of my ammunition." The blonde husks into her ear and she felt her body shiver at the lowness of Brittany's tone.

"Not. Cool. "She bites her lip in mock anger.

"You love it baby." Skilful hands slide down her hips to playfully grip her ass.

Santana accidentally lets out a moan which causes Brittany to smirk like she's won the whole fucking argument.

"Hate you." The brunette mutters before she closed the gap that was lingering between them as her hands find their way down the blonde's toned legs and yanks the dancer up and carries her towards the bed, effectively messing up the folded clothes.

Brittany shrieks at her girlfriend's sudden power. She really shouldn't be after all the years they've been doing this but Santana's petite appearance is always deceiving. The woman is ripped and strong.

"Babe, the clothes." She says in between kisses as soon as her back hits the mattress.

Santana laughs mischievously. "I'm about to give you multiple orgasms and you're thinking about the clothes? Really Britt?" she doesn't wait for an answer and continued nipping and sucking the expanse of the blonde's neck.

Brittany couldn't get any words out because her girlfriend has already started kissing the spot behind her ear where she 'activates' all the blonde's senses. "San…"

The brunette smirks against porcelain skin as she hears that tone in Brittany's voice. The tone that says she's not going to be packing any time soon. "Yeah, baby?" she manages to tear her lips away from the dancer's skin.

"Fuck the clothes." Brittany says; her tone thick with desire.

Santana lets out a low laugh against Brittany's neck, sending vibrations all over the dancer's body.

"Yeah, fuck the clothes." She says as nimble hands work their way behind Brittany's back to unclasp her bra is a flash.

They still have tomorrow morning to pack. That's totally doable.


Beep. Beep. Beep.

The incessant ringing of her phone on the bed side table woke her up from her deep slumber. She doesn't remember setting an alarm because, well, that was the last thing on her mind when a certain blonde haired, blue eyed woman was working her magic. Her eyes slowly open, adjusting to the sunlight coming through the blinds as she grabbed her phone, careful not to make any sudden movements that could cause the warm body spooning her from behind to wake up.

She rolls her eyes at the caller ID flashing on her screen. Five missed calls and "Man Hands Berry" was plastered across her screen. She lets out a sigh before answering the call.

"Yes, Berry?" she croaked, her throat dry from, well, screaming.

"Good morning to you to Santana," Rachel greeted as if she expected the other brunette's greeting to be as friendly as a scarecrow, "I just want to remind you that we leave in two hours."

Brown orbs shot open, "Two hours?" she exclaimed, last time she saw the clock it was 8 am, "what the fuck? I thought our flight was at 1 pm?" she hissed down the phone, feeling the blonde shift against her a little bit.

"Didn't you get Quinn's text last night?" Rachel asked inquisitively, "she got us a business class upgrade on the earlier flight."

Santana rolled her eyes again. Of course, Quinn would upgrade to fucking business class at the last minute. It's so like her to do that. "Well, uhm, I was preoccupied." She lets a smile tug on her lips while she glanced back at Brittany peacefully sleeping.

She heard a familiar snort in the background; one that could only be from Quinn.

"And by preoccupied she means, getting her mack on, all night." Her best friend shouts probably from across the room.

"Berry, why am I on speaker?" she asks, slightly annoyed, "And oh, at least my idea of sexy times is actually giving my girlfriend pleasure and not knitting each other reindeer cardigans."

She snickers at her own joke whilst hearing some argumentative points from Quinn.

"Anyway, Santana, I'm glad you and Brittany are having fun. Just please be ready by 10 am. We'll pick you up on the way." Rachel interjected, her tone sounded a bit uncomfortable with all the sex talk.

"Alright, Berry, don't get your panties in bunch. I'm not so sure Quinn can sort that out." She retorts and then chuckles at the annoyed comebacks from her best friend and hangs up without waiting for Quinn so get to the phone.

"You're mean." A soft croaky voice vibrated against Santana's skin.

"Oh, and you're up." The brunette turns her body around so now she's snuggled against the blonde's bare chest. "Babe, we have less than two hours to get ready."

"And whose fault is that?" Brittany asks as a smile quirking on her lips.

"No need to play the blame game." Santana says as she plants a kiss on the blonde's collar bone. "Plus, if I remember correctly, you asked for over time." She giggles, tangling their legs together.

"You could have said no…"

"Like that's ever an option. It's like saying no to oxygen in a world where it's scarce."

"You are such a dork!" Brittany laughs at her girlfriend's cheesy statement.

"Your dork." The shorter woman says with so much conviction.

"My one and only dork."


Turns out it is fucking stressful to pack and get ready in the space of less than two hours. Santana fucking hates running around thinking about the stuff she needs to bring whilst making sure her clothes are on the right way. Santana Lopez doesn't do impromptu packing. She doesn't do impromptu anything. She likes lists and being organized and fuck she's freaking out and why are they leaving soon? Ugh.

She's half walking, half skipping around their apartment to gather all the things she needs. Laptop, laptop charger, phone, phone charger, keys, purse, passport; her mind is going through the list and checking them off as she goes. She's only managed to put on her jeans and bras; so she's pretty much running around their place half naked. Gosh, why must travelling be so stressful? Oh because Berry's on board. Okay, she totally knows that this is her fault but the blame game sounds so much better.

"I hope you're planning to put a shirt on babe." An amused voice greets her as she steps back into their room.

She furrows her eyebrows in confusion and Brittany just points at her torso.

"Oh, yeah, I haven't forgotten that." She replies, carrying the stuff towards the bed.

An appreciative smile creeps across her lips as she notices their suitcase neatly organized; one side is hers and the other is Brittany's. There was a piece of paper on top listing everything they need and most of them were crossed out, implying that they were already in the suitcase. Oh Brittany. Bless her and her calm nature to deal with things while Santana panics all over the place and loses her shit.

"I love you." Santana says out of the blue because good lord, this woman is amazing. She knows Santana so well, even better than the brunette herself.

Brittany lets out an airy laugh, "You love me because I packed your clothes?"

Santana shakes her head and steps towards Brittany, who is sitting on the edge of the bed. She wedges herself between the blonde's legs and looks at her with so much adoration.

"No, I love you because you're you."

They both smile before their lips touch. Maybe this weekend isn't going to be so bad.


By the time they get out of their apartment, a few "missed" calls from Rachel later, they were already half an hour behind schedule and it was evident from the way two pairs of irritated eyes snap up as they both approached the car, hand in hand, half running and dragging the big ass suitcase they have.

Brittany shoots her a glance filled with worry because they both know how important punctuality is to Rachel and Quinn; well, Rachel really. Quinn is just a whipped ass lady lover. Santana gives them a mock salute as her greeting as she walked towards the boot to put their luggage in while Brittany went straight in and took the backseat behind Rachel. Santana followed shortly, already prepared for the berating lined up for them, probably mostly her.

"Glad you decided to come this century Lespez." Quinn says, shaking her head in sarcasm as she starts the car's engine.

"First time someone came for you Q?" she shot back earning a chuckle from the blue eyed blonde and a gaped mouth Rachel Berry. "Oh, come on. I'm just kidding. You gays really need to chill the fuck out. We're going to make it in time for our flight."

"Well, Santana and Brittany, we just really appreciate it if you would have given us some 'warning' about your delay. It was rather worrying, being half an hour late is not good enough." Rachel explained as Quinn nodded her head in agreement. What an old married couple.

"Berry calm your ti—"

"We're really sorry guys. It's really my fault, you know San doesn't like being unorganized when we travel so it's really just me. I distracted her." Brittany claims. It wasn't exactly lying but she figured there was no point for a petty little disagreement when they will all get on just fine later.

"That's alright Britt, no worries." Quinn replied, giving the taller blonde a smile.

Santana rolls her eyes playfully. "Why does Britt not get the whole cold treatment?" she demands, a little mockery present in her tone.

"Well, probably because we like her better than you Sandbags." Quinn jokes and the tension in the car evaporated as the three other passengers, bar Santana, chuckled at the joke.

"I'll let this one slide, Fabgay."


Well thank goodness for the free bar courtesy of the free business class upgrade because Santana was able to actually enjoy the flight. Brittany spent most of the time talking to Rachel because they haven't seen each other in a while and "catching up" was essential to their friendship and also the fact that Berry yaps on and on has something to do with why Santana decided to keep the Mojitos pouring.

She would have talked to Quinn if her best friend wasn't on the opposite side of the row and was not drowning in her own drool. Seriously, Quinn on a plane is like Quinn on general anaesthesia. She just dozes off as soon as the aircraft loses contact with the tarmac. They once travelled to Thailand that summer in high school when she and Brittany wanted to figure out things on their own (it was after losing Nationals in New York). Santana convinced the other blonde to pack her things and head somewhere "far away from this drama", her own words, to spend some time figuring things out. The first thing she found out was that it was the most mind numbingly boring flight she's ever been on, in her life. Quinn slept for most of the time. Eighteen excruciatingly slow hours. Anyway, the rest of the trip was exciting so she's forgiven Quinn for drooling all over her shirt.

As soon as the plane landed she was ready to get out of the confined space and on to the swanky hotel Quinn booked. She doesn't exactly know what hotel they'll be staying at but knowing Quinn, it's probably nothing less than stellar.

"Are you okay? You seem quiet?" Brittany asked as she intertwined her hands together.

She smiled, planting a soft quick peck on the blonde's lips. "I think Mojitos are my new best friend." She jokes earning a slight shake of the head from her girlfriend.

"O-oh, better not be hysterical weepy drunk Aunty Snix." She replies, receiving a feigned angry reaction from the brunette.

"Hmm, I don't think I can say the same to Ms Brittany 'Stripper Drunk' Pierce. I really like her." Santana whispers huskily into the blonde's ear.

"I'll see if we can get her to make a special appearance." Brittany replies, planting a kiss behind the shorter woman's ear.

"There are children in this plane." The voice which obviously belonged to Rachel interrupted their moment.

Santana shoots her an annoyed look, "Yes Berry. You should run along find your mommy."

"San, be nice."

"I am nice."

Brittany raises one of her eyebrows and gives her the 'don't be sarcastic with me' look.

"Okay I'm sorry, Rachel. I'm just kidding."

*Whaaaatttt-asshhhh* the sound came from behind her and she turns around to see her best friend making whipping noises and actions.

This is going to be an awesome weekend.


If she has to give Quinn something, it'll be that her best friend has an impeccable taste in hotels. Without a fail the hazel eyed woman seems to get the best places every time they stay somewhere. This time her best friend chose a swanky suite at the Hard Rock Hotel. It was probably the most over the top suite they've ever stayed at and Santana gawked at the sheer size of the place. It was palatial. The place exuded undeniable luxury and elegance in equal amounts. Oh and it has a bowling alley, you know, just in case they feel like knocking some pins over. She would be lying if she didn't think it was a bit much but holy shit, they all deserved this.

"How did you hook us up with this, Q?" she asks her best friend who was wearing a smug look on her face.

"Well, my boss at the firm, his brother just happens to be the manager so you know, I got us a little discount." Quinn explained, not really giving much away.

"How much is a little? A 'little' for this must be not so little in everyday terms." Santana inquires again.

"Lopez, there's no need to worry, alright?" she starts mixing a drink behind the bar. Oh yeah, the suite has a fully stacked bar. "Let's have fun!"

Santana shakes her head playfully at Quinn. It was great to see her let her hair down and it usually does happen in Vegas. It's probably why her best friend's favourite go-to place is Vegas. What happens here stays here and that's been applicable in many occasions.

"San, come in here baby!" A voice from one of the rooms called out and Santana could tell her girlfriend is totally elated. The place had huge ass aquariums and Britt's always been a fan of colourful things so it was no surprise that the taller blonde was super psyched to be in this suite.

"I'm coming!" she shouts, taking the drink that Quinn is currently holding out in front of her.

The hazel eyed woman was about to say something when Santana holds her finger up to stop her.

"Q, if you do another whipping noise, Aunty Snix will make a guest appearance." She raises her eyebrow at the other woman.

"Alright, Lespez, I will attend to my woman." Quinn says shaking her head in amusement.

"You do that. You never know, you might actually get her to come," she watches Quinn's reaction at her boldness, "to a strip club."

"And on thatnote, I will see you love birds later. I have dinner reservations André's at the Monte Carlo for 8. Please don't be late; you actually have about four hours to laze around, S." Quinn explains her voice slightly more serious than earlier. Santana smiles appreciatively, "Hey, don't worry okay? We'll be on time and sorry about the delay this morning. I really appreciate all of this, Q." "It's all good Santana. This weekend will be awesome and I'm glad we're all here, together." Quinn says with sincerity and it makes her heart swell. Her best friend really is the nothing but awesome. /

"Hey, baby." She greets, slinking her arms around the blonde's waist from behind and Brittany immediately relaxes into her arms.

They were standing in front of the huge glass windows overlooking the city. The view was actually quite nice considering it was only just past two in the afternoon and Vegas usually looks better at night. She's not really all that bothered about the damn view, she's focused on the synchronisation of their breathing, in silence, and it's peaceful. Santana loves moments like this. The moments when they just hold each other without saying anything; just basking in each other's presence.

After a few minutes of contented silence, Brittany turns around to face the brunette.

"Hi." She says, smiling widely and it still makes Santana's heart jump to her throat at how fucking flawless her woman is.

"Hello." She replies, ignoring the fact that they are both being a massive cheese fest because with Brittany she can be whoever she wants to be. She can be sensitive, caring, thoughtful, dorky, needy, in love, whipped, enamoured, mesmerized. She can be her because her girlfriend makes it so easy for her to put her walls down and expose herself in every shape or form. She loves that Brittany can make her do that without even trying or pushing her to do so.

"I'm really glad we're here." Brittany simply says but Santana could really read the meaning behind her words. It was more like, 'I'm really glad that you're okay and not shutting me out emotionally like that last time something bad happened with your family'.

The blonde didn't need to say those words for Santana to decipher what she really means. They are soul mates for a reason. They understand each other without needing to explain.

"I'm glad too. I get to spend time with this gorgeous woman and she's really amazing. You should meet her sometime." She jokes, tightening her arms around Brittany's body.

"Hmm," Brittany hums, resting her forehead against Santana's, "I'll check with my hot ass girlfriend if we have time to spare."

"Why will you be so busy?" she asks cheekily.

"Oh you know, people to see, and places to be."

"I'm sure you can make time, she's a great dancer."

"Oh is she now?" Brittany raises her eyebrow at the brunette.

Santana laughs, "Yeah she gives the best private lap dances, ever" she replies, whispering 'ever' huskily.

"Better than me?" Brittany asks, playing along.

"It's kind of hard to compare, maybe you could refresh my memory." The shorter woman states, a challenging look present in her eyes.

"Maybe." Blue orbs turn a shade darker as Brittany leans forward to slightly brush their lips together.

It's simply unexplainable how even after all of the years they've been together, the simple act of kissing is still makes their hearts beat ten times faster. It doesn't matter if they've kissed a day, an hour, a minute, a second ago. Each kiss has the same effect, no matter how sexual or romantic their mood is; each kiss sends the same electrifying tingle all over the bodies. It's surreal. They have both kissed a lot of people but no one has ever compared and that is an understatement.

Maybe it's the way it starts with Brittany's nose grazing her top lip and the way she claims her top lip like it's rightfully hers. Maybe it's the slow pace that allows both of them to savour every stroke, every taste. Or maybe it's the way her heart is thumping against her chest like she could explode any second, and her body feeling so light, she could float away. She would never exactly know why but then again, it really doesn't matter because she has a lifetime to figure that one out.


So the real Vegas adventure begins next chapter! I'm kind of excited about it since I'm going to Vegas with my friends soon! I'll probably fantasize about the things I actually want to do when I'm there! haha... what did you guys thinks?

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