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Chapter 29.

Half an hour later, Santana watched as Brittany stood in the middle of the room, looking uncertain of what to do next. They both still had nothing but a towel wrapped around their bodies. Santana put down the hairbrush she had been using and stood up, running her hand through her hair as she approached her wife.

"Relax." She whispered as she came to a stop directly in front of the blonde, taking both of her hands in her own. Brittany sighed and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes flickering down to the floor. "What are you thinking about?"

"I just want tonight to be perfect." Brittany admitted in a soft voice.

"And it will be." Santana said, tucking a few strands of hair behind Brittany's ear. "Making love to you is always perfect because it's with you and you're the love of my life. Being with you is more natural than breathing."

Brittany nodded slowly. "Okay. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize for anything. I'm really happy that you talked to me about this, Britt. You kept your promise and I appreciate that more than anything."

"I don't want to let my insecurities win again." Brittany said shyly with a shrug of her shoulders. "I don't want to hurt you again."

Santana smiled but decided to remain silent. Her gaze never left Brittany's as she slowly leaned in. Her heartbeat sped up a little when she placed her other hand on Brittany's cheek as well. Suddenly there was no space left and their noses brushed together before their lips collided. Brittany immediately relaxed into the contact, placing her hands on Santana's hips and kissing her back just as eagerly. Santana let out a small moan, happy that all tension seemed to have left Brittany's body.

Brittany didn't think she'd ever get over how good it felt to kiss Santana. It was better than anything she could ever imagine. Santana's lips were soft and gentle, moving against her own as if they were made to fit. Santana's fingers trailed up the spine of Brittany's neck, playing with the soft hair at the base, and Brittany smiled into the kiss. She angled her head to the side and swiped her tongue across Santana's bottom lip, requesting entry. Santana obliged and she couldn't help but whimper softly when their tongues brushed against each other.

She pushed Brittany backwards until the blonde's legs hit the edge of the bed and she fell back on it, pulling Santana with her. Santana pulled away from Brittany's lips and started to trail kisses down her neck, sucking on the skin and swirling her tongue over it. Brittany let out a soft moan, "Feels good."

Santana smiled and lifted her head to capture Brittany's lips with her own again. Brittany reached for Santana's warm hand and held it tightly in her own, intertwining their fingers. A shiver tore through her frame when Santana placed her free hand on her thigh, her fingertips grazing the hem of her towel. The brunette lightly bit down on Brittany's bottom lip before releasing it and pulling back to meet Brittany's eyes. Brittany smiled shyly, her cheeks flushed, before raising Santana's hands to her lips, tenderly kissing the ring around her finger. "I love you so much."

Santana gently brushed her knuckles over Brittany's cheek, leaning down to give her a simple kiss. "I love you too." She whispered against pink lips that quivered slightly when her hot breath ghosted over them. Her heart was racing in her chest, Brittany was looking at her with nothing but adoration, as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world and it made her feel so lucky. Her lips lightly skimmed Brittany's again, but instead of kissing her, she gently grazed her mouth over her cheek, up to her ear. Her hand moved higher up Brittany's thigh, moving dangerously close to where Brittany needed her the most, causing Brittany to whimper softly. She pulled Brittany's earlobe between her teeth and gave it a light tug before whispering, "Can I?"

Brittany nodded quickly. Santana always touched her in all the right places and she was already so aroused, as embarrassing as it was. A groan of frustration left her lips when Santana's hands moved up her body, stopping at her breasts to cup them gently over the material of the towel. Brittany arched into the touch and Santana stifled her moan of pleasure by capturing her lips in a heated kiss, their tongues clashing together.

The movements of Brittany's lips faltered slightly when she felt Santana unwrap her towel and the brunette pulled back to look at her.

"You okay?" She asked softly, placing a kiss on the area between Brittany's eyes and then another one on the tip of her nose for good measure.

Brittany found herself nodding without hesitation, smiling shyly to let her know it was okay to continue. Santana returned the smile and slowly unwrapped Brittany's towel, waiting patiently for Brittany to lift her hips off the bed before removing it completely. She pressed a kiss to Brittany's cheek and exhaled softly against it. "You're beautiful."

Brittany's face turned a light shade of red and her lips parted slightly as she curled her fingers around Santana's towel, tugging impatiently. "Take it off."

Santana smirked but did as requested, sitting up to unwrap the towel before blindly tossing it across the room. Brittany shuddered, immediately missing the warmth of Santana's body on top of herr.

"I'm here." Santana whispered tenderly.

"I know." Brittany breathed out, craning her neck to press a kiss to Santana's lips.

Santana kissed her back for a moment before she broke away and started to place kisses along the blonde's jawline, nipping lightly on the pale skin, careful not to leave any marks. Her hands found Brittany's breasts and she gently started to massage the flesh, feeling Brittany's nipples harden under her touch. Brittany let out a shuddering breath, her hips bucking up on instinct, desperately looking for some friction, as another whimper escaped her lips. Santana shushed her with a kiss as one of her hands slowly glided down her stomach. "What do you want, baby?"

Brittany gasped when Santana's hand found its way between her legs, cupping her gently. Her eyes fluttered shut as her hips continued to buck up, her thoughts barely coherent through the haze in her mind. "P-Please…"

"Tell me." Santana husked, her lips grazing the sensitive skin just below Brittany's ear. "Tell me what you want."

"You, inside." Brittany whimpered desperately, her eyes squeezed shut so tightly that she thought they would explode. "Please Santana."

Deciding to take pity on her wife, Santana slid her fingers through Brittany's folds, gathering as much wetness as possible before coming up to her clit to rub small circles over it, applying just the right amount of pressure. Brittany's jaw dropped slightly, her breathing speeding up, her cheeks flushed with arousal. Santana alternated between fast and slow circles, building Brittany up and then slowing down again, making Brittany groan in frustration, until her movements stilled altogether.

"San!" Brittany whined, desperate for release.

"Look at me." Santana demanded, brushing their noses together before kissing her softly on the lips. Brittany took a deep breath as she slowly blinked her eyes open, her blue orbs a shade darker than usual. Santana felt her own arousal build as she took in Brittany's disheveled appearance and she bit down harshly on her bottom lip. Her fingers started to move again, exploring Brittany's folds as if it was their first time together. "You're so wet."

Brittany nodded frantically, circling her arms around Santana's neck and lightly digging her nails into the other woman's shoulders to urge her on. Not wanting to torture Brittany any longer, Santana ran her fingers down the blonde's slit and to her entrance. She circled it a few times, not being able to resist teasing Brittany just a little bit longer, before finally plunging two fingers inside. Brittany let out a deep, satisfied moan as her walls clenched tightly around the intrusion, already dangerously close to the edge.

"Yes." Brittany groaned, throwing her head back as Santana found a rhythm, her thrusts deep and slow. Santana kept a steady pace, curling her fingers with each strong pump of her hand, as Brittany rolled her hips so that she was basically riding her. She watched her wife's reactions carefully, feeling the trembling of her body against her, blue eyes struggling to stay open. Santana lowered her head to Brittany's breast and sucked her nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it. A shuddering moan escaped Brittany's throat and she tangled her fingers into Santana's hair. "Baby, I-I…"

Santana could tell that Brittany was close by the way her walls kept fluttering around her fingers. She pulled back to meet Brittany's eyes as she flicked her thumb over the blonde's clit, making her gasp in surprise. It only took a few more thrusts before Brittany froze, her features contorting in pleasure as she was send over the edge. "S-Santana!"

Santana felt more wetness pool between her legs at the sound of Brittany choking out her name. She gently helped her ride out her orgasm until her body finally stilled. Santana slowly removed her fingers, now coated in Brittany's juices, and brought them to her lips, licking them clean. "God Britt."

Brittany watched her with hooded eyes, her chest heaving rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. A few moments passed, Santana watching her intently, before she curled her hand around the back of Santana's neck and pulled her down, bringing their lips together in a lazy kiss. She placed her hands on Santana's shoulders and suddenly flipped them over, effectively breaking their kiss. Brown eyes clouded over as Brittany's lips moved down to her neck.

"It's my turn to taste." She murmured lowly, her words vibrating against Santana's smooth skin.

"Oh fuck." Santana groaned as Brittany's mouth started to make its way down her body, stopping at her collarbone and firmly biting down on it. She placed her hands on Brittany's sweaty back, holding her closely as she continued to manipulate her body in the best possible ways. Brittany's tongue darted out and licked a slow trail down the valley of Santana's breasts, as she pressed her thigh between the brunette's legs. Santana gasped in response. "Fuck, Britt, I need you so bad."

Brittany let her teeth scrape over Santana's abs as she continued to move down, pausing briefly to press a sweet kiss to the scar that ran across her abdomen. She smiled when she felt the muscles flex under her touch, her eyes flickering up to meet Santana's dark ones. Santana brought her hand to her hair and brushed a few strands away from her face, tucking them behind her ears. Brittany felt a warm feeling course through her veins. She spread Santana's legs and continued to move down until Santana's intoxicating scent invaded her senses. She automatically licked her lips as she eyed Santana's glistening center.

Santana's fingers tightened in her wife's hair as she waited impatiently for her to do something. The blonde started to place kisses on the insides of Santana's thighs until she was practically whimpering underneath her. Finally, she leaned in to place a kiss on Santana's clit. Santana breathed out a sigh of frustration. "Don't tease."

Brittany considered calling her out on the teasing she had made her go through not that long ago but she couldn't bring herself to care about that with her lying underneath her, completely exposed and vulnerable, begging to be touched. Santana was about to complain again but her words died on her lips when she felt Brittany's warm tongue slide through her folds. She inhaled sharply and arched her back, not being able to stop her hips from bucking up. Brittany allowed her to thrust against her face for a few moments, moaning into her heated flesh, before she placed her arm over Santana's hips to keep her still.

"Please." Santana whimpered as Brittany circled her entrance. Brittany groaned as she collected the brunette's wetness on her tongue before moving up again, up her slit and over her clit. She stroked Santana's clit softly, feeling the other woman's thighs quiver against the sides of her head, before she moved down again. Santana threw her arm over her face when Brittany plunged her tongue inside, muffling a scream.

Brittany thrust in and out of her for a while, slowly building her up, and Santana almost cried when she felt her pull out. It turned into a moan when Brittany wrapped her lips around her clit and sucked eagerly. The coil in her stomach tightened and she knew she wouldn't be able to last much longer. To double her pleasure, Brittany eased two fingers into her entrance and she lost it almost immediately. A particular well-aimed thrust and Brittany's teeth grazing over her clit was all she needed and she came with a broken scream of Brittany's name, her body convulsing. Brittany quickly replaced her fingers with her tongue and licked up everything Santana had to offer.

Santana collapsed back on the bed with a satisfied sigh, lazily stroking her fingers through Brittany's hair as the taller woman slowly kissed her way up her stomach. She pressed a sweet kiss to Santana's lips and another one to her sweaty brow before she snuggled against her wife, resting her hand on her abs that were still quivering slightly. Santana smiled contentedly and wrapped her arms around Brittany, holding her as closely as possible. "That was perfect."

"You're perfect." Brittany murmured, burying her face into the curve of Santana's neck.

Santana stroked her hand up and down Brittany's back, lulling her into a state of absolute peace.


The next morning, Santana woke up the feeling of her sides being tickled and sloppy kisses being placed all over her face. She groaned and rolled over, throwing her arm over her eyes. She felt soft lips graze the skin of her cheek before a delicate kiss was pressed to the corner of her mouth. "Good morning." Brittany whispered.

Forcing her eyelids open, Santana looked up at Brittany who was hovering over her with a beaming smile on her face. She couldn't help but smile too, reaching up to gently cup Brittany's cheek. "Good morning, honey."

"We're married." Brittany stated with a grin, tilting her head in the most adorable way.

"We're married." Santana echoed happily, sliding her hand behind Brittany's neck to pull her down. Brittany got the message and captured her lips in a kiss, moaning softly in approval. They pulled back and Santana ran her thumb over the area just below Brittany's ear as she looked into bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle a bit more than usual. "Yesterday felt like a dream."

"I know." Brittany mumbled, shifting to lie half on top of Santana. She sighed happily and placed her hands on Santana's chest, resting her chin on them. "I wish we could stay here forever."

Santana hummed in agreement and ran her hand through Brittany's hair, twirling the ends around her fingers. "Are you excited to go to Florida next week?" Brittany simply nodded before she kissed Santana's chin. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it thoughtfully, cuddling even closer to Santana and tangling their legs together. Santana gently scratched Brittany's back to get her attention. "Are you worried about wearing a bathing suit?"

Brittany thought back to when they had discussed their honeymoon.

Santana rolled over so that she was lying on top of Brittany. Her eyes met clear blue ones as she stared down at Brittany and she smiled softly. "There's something I've been meaning to ask you."

"What is is?" Brittany asked, bringing her hand to Santana's head to gently stroke her hair.

Santana placed a kiss under Brittany's jaw, eliciting a shiver from the blonde. "Where do you want to go for our honeymoon?" Brittany's smile faltered and her brow furrowed in thought. Santana waited patiently but when Brittany still hadn't said anything after a few minutes, she continued. "I understand if you don't want to go to a sunny place. Maybe we can go on a city trip our something."

"A city trip?" Brittany repeated her words in a low murmur. "But you love the sun."

"I do but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." Santana replied, moving to hover over her. Brittany's nose scrunched up in confusion and Santana couldn't stop herself from pressing a kiss to it, smiling in adoration. "I want both of us to enjoy ourselves, baby, and that won't happen if you'll be suffocating the entire time. The beach isn't really an option since you don't feel comfortable in swimwear." Brittany immediately glanced away, her face heating up, and Santana quickly added, "Which I don't blame you for."

Brittany sighed and pulled the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. She twirled a strand of Santana's hair around her finger as she thought everything over. "I want it to be perfect for you." She finally said. "Can't we go somewhere where it's super private? If it's not too expensive?" Her eyes flickered to Santana's lips before she craned her neck to kiss her sweetly. "I think I'm okay with wearing a bathing suit in front of you."

"Yeah?" Santana asked, a small smile forming on her lips.

Brittany nodded and curled her hand around the back of Santana's neck, pulling her into another kiss. They pulled apart and Santana lowered her head again, feeling Brittany's heart beat rapidly underneath her hands. She patted the area soothingly.

"We'll figure something out." She whispered reassuringly. She knew that a private resort would probably be really expensive but maybe she could call in some favors. "It'll be perfect as long as I'm with you."

The corners of Brittany's eyes crinkled as she smiled widely. "Let's focus on the wedding first."

"Yeah, let's do that." Santana agreed.

That's how the idea of the Fabray's private beach house had come into play.

Brittany blinked slowly before shaking her head. "I guess I'm kind of nervous about it but I trust you."

"You know you don't have to do anything." Santana told her, her hand coming to a rest on Brittany's lower back. "I don't want you to push yourself to do something you're not comfortable with. I know that you've set this goal for yourself and you really want to go through with it but please remember that enjoying yourself is the most important thing."

"I know." Brittany said with a smile. "But I really think I can do it. I mean, I'm lying naked in your arms right now. A year ago, I never would've done that. We've taken showers together, and even a bath yesterday. I really want to learn how to be more comfortable with my body. Dr. Hill said that it's part of accepting everything that's happened and it might help with my anxiety too."

"That's good." Santana said. "I'm proud of you."

Brittany smiled shyly and pressed a kiss to her lips, holding the contact for a moment before pulling back. "What do you want to do today?"

"Oh I can think of something." Santana grinned mischievously as she cupped both of Brittany's cheeks before rolling her over. Brittany giggled but it was cut off by Santana's lips pressing firmly into hers. She let out a soft moan and parted her lips, granting her access. All coherent thoughts left her mind when Santana's hand slowly wandered down her body.


A few days later, Santana made her way inside the theater where Brittany was finishing up rehearsals. It was the last week of the show so the director had scheduled an extra group meeting to make sure that everything would go smoothly. Santana had agreed to pick Brittany up but since she was a bit early, she had texted her wife who had told her to meet her in her dressing room.

She easily found her way through the building since she had been there many times before, greeting the familiar people she walked past. She had almost reached Brittany's dressing room when she ran into Jasmine, one of the other dancers. "Hey Santana." The girl greeted her enthusiastically.

"Hi." Santana smiled as she slowed down to a stop. She wasn't really in the mood to talk to Jasmine, she just wanted to get to Brittany, but she decided to be polite. "How are you?"

"I'm great." Jasmine replied with a nod of her head. "A bit sad that the show is ending but everything has to come to an end eventually."

"Do you already have something new lined up?" Santana asked curiously.

"I've done a few auditions that I haven't heard back from yet so we'll see." Jasmine said with a shrug of her shoulders. Santana nodded and wished her good luck to which she smiled gratefully. A few moments of awkward silence passed before she spoke again. "So that was a bold move on Brittany's part." Santana's eyebrows pinched together in confusion so she explained. "Declining the offer to dance for such a large musical production. I'm assuming she has other plans?"

"Y-Yeah." Santana stuttered, utterly confused. She had no idea what Jasmine was talking about but she tried not to let her confusion show. She cleared her throat and sent a small smile in Jasmine's direction. "Well, Brittany's waiting for me so I've got to go."

"Okay, it was nice to see you." Jasmine called out after Santana who had already began to walk away. "Congratulations on your marriage, by the way."

Santana ignored her. She quickly made her way to Brittany's dressing room and knocked once before barging inside. Brittany, who was in the middle of packing her bag, startled and looked up with wide eyes. She smiled when she saw that it was Santana but her smile disappeared when she saw the look of anger on her wife's face. "What's wrong?"

"Do you have something to tell me?" Santana demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

Brittany swallowed and slowly approached Santana. She tentatively reached out to take Santana's hand in her own but the brunette shook her head and stepped backwards, silently telling her to stay away. A flash of hurt crossed Brittany's face. "What's going on?"

"I just talked to Jasmine." Santana replied in a stern voice. "She told me something interesting."

Realization flickered in Brittany's eyes and she hesitated for a moment before asking, "What was that?"

"What do you think?" Santana slightly raised her voice in frustration. Brittany averted her eyes in shame and Santana scoffed as she began to pace up and down the room, wildly gesturing with her hands. "Do you know how stupid I felt when I had no idea what musical production she was talking about? Were you planning on ever telling me?"

"San…" Brittany whispered, carefully taking a step closer.

"We've been married for less than a week, Britt." Santana said, letting her arms fall down her sides as she came to a stop. Brittany stared back at her with a guilty expression and a wave of sadness suddenly surged through Santana's body. "You're already keeping things from me. We're supposed to take decisions like this together."

"I know." Brittany said as she took another step in Santana's direction. She reached out to take Santana's hand in her own, holding on tightly when Santana tried to pull away. "Please Santana, just let me explain."

Santana sighed but nodded. "Okay."

"Thank you." Brittany let out a sigh of relief, leading Santana over to the small couch in the corner where they both sat down. She pulled Santana's hand into her lap and gently stroked her thumb over her knuckles. "First of all, I didn't mean to keep things from you. I only got offered this opportunity today and I was going to tell you as soon as you arrived here. I didn't know Jasmine would beat me to it."

"What opportunity exactly?"

"I got offered to dance in a musical that takes place in New York." Brittany said simply.

"Why did you say no before discussing it with me?" Santana asked in disbelief.

"Because I know you would've convinced me to go."

"Of course I would have." Santana said, slightly softening the tone of her voice. She gave Brittany's hand a soft squeeze, urging her to look up. Brittany tore her eyes away from the floor and reluctantly looked up into Santana's eyes, her cheeks colored red with guilt. Santana's anger lessened instantly, her protective side taking over instead. "Britt, why would you say no to an opportunity like that?"

"It's all the way in New York." Brittany replied.

"So?" Santana asked. "It would suck to be so far away from each other but it would only be temporary and so worth it. I want you to be happy and I know that dancing is what you love doing most. I would've understood."

"I didn't want to go so I said no." Brittany said, averting her gaze once more.

"But why?" Santana asked, desperate to understand. "You've been worried sick about not finding something new for weeks now and then you go and say no to an opportunity like that?"

"Because I got offered another opportunity." Brittany finally told her, glancing up to shyly meet her eyes again. Santana just stared back at her in confusion. "Mike contacted me. He talked to me about how hard it is for him to manage his studio while helping out at his father's restaurant at the same time. He asked me if I want to work for him at the studio and I said yes."

Santana was silent as she slowly processed Brittany's words. "What?"

"I know it's something completely different from what I'm doing now but I'll be dancing and that's all that really matters to me." Brittany said. "I want a stable job, Santana. Most importantly, I want to be close to you."

Santana felt herself relax and a small smile formed on her lips. "Are you sure this is what you want to do?"

"I'm sure." Brittany said confidently. "I don't want to spend so much time away from you. I know we're still young but all I really want to do is settle down and…" She trailed off and swallowed, looking down to where she was nervously playing with Santana's fingers. "Start a family when we're both ready. Having a steady job is important for when we decide to have… a baby." She took a deep breath and looked at Santana again. "I'm sorry for not discussing it with you first. It won't happen again but I just couldn't pass up on this opportunity. Mike won't wait forever."

Santana felt butterflies erupt in her stomach. "God, I love you so much."

Brittany blushed furiously, taken aback by Santana's reaction, before a grin spread across her features. "So you're not mad?"

"No baby." Santana said as she leaned in to kiss her gently on the lips. She wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist and pulled her into a hug, sighing contentedly as she felt Brittany nuzzle her nose into the crook of her neck. She was surprised by how much had changed in the span of just a few days but she was mostly just happy that they had one less thing to worry about. "I can't wait to start this new journey with you."