Everyone knew that it was improper to eavesdrop, even Tina knew that herself, but she couldn't help it. Katy and Madison have already left thirty minutes ago and she was left on the coliseum's backstage, waiting for her personal butler. She was supposed to head out, if not for Harmony and Sugar's intriguing conversation inside Harmony's dressing room.

And now, she found herself standing beside their partly closed door, back resting against the wall while listening at the two's conversation.

"Don't you feel bad, Marley?" It was that girl Harmony introduced to them a couple of days ago—Sugar Motta.

"Didn't I tell you to not call me that in public?" Harmony's voice sounded different than the usual sweet one Tina was accustomed to. "And why would I feel bad?"

Tina heard Sugar loudly sighed through her mouth. "Even I feel bad. She looked so devastated."

Harmony scoffed. "Santana deserves more than that."

Tina couldn't take it anymore. It was just so wrong. She's listening to other people's conversation and her conscience couldn't take it. And to make it worse, what she's hearing was a part of Harmony and Sugar's evil scheme against Santana.

She silently sashayed away from the place and walked out of the coliseum, to the parking lot, all the while thinking: Marley? Marley… Harmony, who are you?

~.~

Brittany nervously walked out of the bathroom after a much needed refreshing shower, thinking about what she's about to do. She sat on her legs on the bed, facing Santana who was lying flat with her face down on the bed.

Butler Mike did change the sheets, but Brittany couldn't help but find it weird that the usual pink covers were now changed into red silk. The bed cover, pillow covers, and even the blanket was red-colored silk, feeling so smooth against Brittany's skin.

"Santana?" Brittany quietly called.

"Hmm," Santana mumbled, consciousness way too far from sleeping though her energy felt drained.

"Are you tired?"

Santana simply nodded, too tired to even talk.

"Do you want me to give you a massage? It can help you to fall asleep faster."

Santana pondered first. She's not comfortable having Brittany's hands roaming all over her back, but did nothing to stop the girl when she moved closer and started massaging her back without waiting for her permission.

Santana couldn't help but find the warmth emitting from Brittany's hands familiar and comforting. Earlier, when she stopped crying in her dressing room, she discovered that it wasn't Matt who was beside her anymore, but Brittany. She didn't know how it happened, but she was undeniably glad that it was Brittany.

No words were exchanged in between them as they went home. They busied themselves with thinking, Santana about everything that happened yesterday and today, and Brittany about how she could make everything feel fair for Santana.

Santana gritted her teeth when Brittany's hands traveled down her waist, keeping herself from squirming. That was one of her most sensitive spots.

Brittany felt her muscles tensed though, so she immediately removed her hands. "What's wrong?"

"It's ticklish," Santana mumbled against the pillow, silently thankful that her face was buried on the pillow.

Brittany slightly chuckled before rubbing Santana's back again, gradually applying some pressure on the spot where she knew muscles are more stiffed than the others—the sides of her spinal bone, her hip bone, and in between her shoulders blades.

Santana bit her lower lip to stop herself from whimpering when Brittany gently applied some pressure on her shoulders, close to her nape. It just felt good. She could hardly contain herself when Brittany's hands rubbed down to her hips. She hastily flipped herself up and caught Brittany's wrists.

"Stop before I…" Santana doesn't know what's next. There's just something inside her that woke up from Brittany's touches and she's afraid that it might eat Brittany whole if she wouldn't stop anytime sooner.

"Before what?" Brittany hinted on her voice that knew what Santana was talking about. It was actually her plan to arouse Santana's libido with her massages so she wouldn't feel guilty when it comes to her matters with Santiago. Santana and Santiago would be fair if something would happen to her and Santana.

Feeling like Brittany was playing with her, Santana jerked Brittany's arms until the girl toppled on top of her. Brittany's voice obviously hinted that she knew whatever Santana was talking about, and Santana doesn't want anyone playing with her. Two could play this game.

Looking down into Santana's lustful eyes, Brittany found herself slowly backpedaling. For the last minute, she realized that she wasn't ready yet so she tried to pry her wrists off of Santana's firm grip. She succeeded, but Santana only let go of her wrists to wrap her arms around Brittany's waist.

"S-Santana… let go." Brittany could clearly see Santana's gleaming eyes though the room was dark.

"Britt, your body feels warm. Are you fertile?" Santana mentally smirked when Brittany looked away. They both knew Brittany was losing.

Brittany struggled out of Santana's embrace and Santana let her… just so she can exchange their position. Once Brittany has lain down on her side of the bed, Santana rolled over on top of her.

"What? Isn't this what you want?" Santana whispered hotly on the girl's right ear.

Earlier, yes, that was what Brittany wanted. But thinking about it now, she knew she couldn't do it yet. This was a huge step they're taking, and to think they shouldn't even take it. Ever.

"This isn't what I want."

"Too bad… because this is what I want," Santana breathed.

Brittany couldn't say no to that.

"Sa-Santana." Brittany's breathing was becoming ragged.

Brittany's helpless calls just encouraged Santana more. There was no stopping the monster from coming out of Santana. She moved her left leg in between Brittany's parted ones. Brittany tried to push Santana off but the girl caught her wrists once again and pinned her hands down on the mattress.

Santana rolled her hips down, putting all her weight down onto Brittany so she could pin her down. Brittany struggled to remove her hands but to no avail. It's awkward, they way Brittany felt under Santana. Different, having a woman against her. Chest brushing against another chest. But she doesn't mind it.

"What are you doing to me?" Santana asked, almost pleading.

Brittany shut her eyes tightly when Santana kissed her exposed neck straight to the back of her ear while inhaling deeply at the same time, sending shiver up her spine. Her heart started beating at the speed of light as her hands instinctively turned into tight fists. She doesn't want to do this, and yet a part of her really wanted it.

"Santana…" It sounded like a desperate cry, but that wouldn't stop Santana from moving, in fact, it just encouraged her more.

She searched for a sensitive spot on Brittany's neck. She licked it first before gently sucking.

"San—"

Santana harshly shut her off with her lips. "Stop talking," she whispered.

"Santana, oh, this is not good," Brittany breathed. But even as she spoke the words, she moved against Santana, lifting her chin and seeking her kiss. She's losing a hold of herself.

Santana felt Brittany's arms loosened up and assumed that it's safe to remove her hold on Brittany. She tugged Brittany's hair instead, and her left hand on the girl's thigh that was near her waist.

She kissed Brittany's lips again. It was chapped and rough. It just encouraged her to kiss Brittany roughly. More roughly than she used to kiss the guys she has made out with. She licked it once, trying to wet it, but Brittany misunderstood it as a plead to enter so she opened her mouth. Santana's all too willing to come in.

Brittany felt uncomfortable, feeling Santana touching her in different places. She's too aware of them and couldn't enjoy it the way she should. She wanted to be moderate and non interventionist, to not just give damn about whatever they were doing. But this was her first time and it meant everything to her.

Though she's giving out a good performance, Santana was actually nervous. It wasn't because she's afraid. It might just be arrogance, but she's sure that they would figure it out later on. Maybe sex between her and Brittany couldn't be so bad.

Brittany gritted her teeth to stop a moan from coming out when Santana's hand slid down inside her pajama pants. She stopped Santana's hands from going further as she momentarily kept her lips away from Santana's to talk. "Santana, I'm… I'm scared."

"Trust me, OK? Just tell me where it feels good."

Then Santana's kissing her full in the mouth. It really felt different, having a woman under her. It's just too soft, too feminine, not like the masculine and firm ones she's used to. But then she realized, if she found it weird, how much more Brittany?

Santana's mouth felt warm, Brittany realized for the first time. They're kissing more roughly than earlier and yet none of them were bothered with the clashing of teeth and tangles of tongues. Only then that Brittany finally felt comfortable, and Santana's nervousness vanished.

Brittany was almost disappointed when Santana straddled to strip off her top and threw it off the bed while commanding the blinds to close. The room just suddenly turned hot, and dark. Santana went back to Brittany's mouth as her hands busied themselves with unbuttoning Brittany's pajama top. She was taking it slow, one by one unfastening the buttons.

Brittany grew impatient of Santana's slow hands so she pushed Santana away by the shoulders, their lips parting with a wet plop. "What's taking you so long?" She hastily unbuttoned her pajama top and threw it on the floor.

Santana hadn't enough time to enjoy the private view of Brittany's tight abs and well built body when Brittany's right arm went back around her neck, left arm wrapped around her waist, and captured her lips once again while taking Santana down with her back on the bed.

Santana's body isn't bad, Brittany realized once their bodies came in contact. It was one of a goddess'. The silk blankets and covers just made their movements easier and smoother.

Santana's hands returned back to Brittany's thighs and Brittany raked her blunt nails on Santana's back as they started to rock against each other. Santana slightly flinched but it was nothing compared to the pleasure she's feeling. She started kissing lower. To Brittany's neck, collarbones, chest, stomach, and stopped on her navel.

She looked up at Brittany as she pulled off Brittany's pants, seeing preparedness in the girl's eyes. "I don't know how this works, but I'll do my best to be gentle."

Brittany gave a firm nod, and closed her eyes. Santana went back to Brittany's mouth as her hand busied itself with its business.

The rest of the night was spent with Santana proving to Brittany how real good she was with her words while Brittany's "Santanaaa..", "There!" and "God, you're—ngh" were almost muffled by Santana's mouth.

~.~

"Hey, Maddy, y'know what?" Katy said as she dropped herself on Madison's bed, bouncing twice.

No matter how bad Santana's condition was, Katy still wanted to sleep over at Madison's, and Maddison wholeheartedly let her. Why would she say no? Katy's almost living in the McCarthy's house now anyways.

"What?" Madison asked as she turned to face Katy who already settled herself comfortably on her bed.

"Santana asked me a couple of weird questions earlier this week."

"Like what?" Madison traced Katy's eyebrows with her forefinger.

"She asked me if what I would feel if someone showed interest in you, why I want to make you happy, and what I would feel if I badly wanted to kiss you but someone interfered."

"She asked that?"

"Well…" Katy shrugged a shoulder. "She didn't phrased the last question like I did, but it's just the same. I know her too well." Katy grasped Madison's hand to stop it from tracing her facial features. Madison seemed to be more focus on her face than what she was saying.

"And what did you say?" Madison finally showed interest.

"It all equated to one answer: it's because I like you. I don't think she asked those because she wanted to know what I'm feeling about you though, I think it's what she's feeling about someone," Katy said.

"Yeah, I agree." Madison nodded.

Madison bit the right corner of her lip as she contemplated. She remembered her parents' conversation last Christmas Eve about her and Katy's future marriage not being like Brittany and Santana's. It was just all too sudden, and Santana was well known as a player of boys before her marriage. Why suddenly marry a girl? Her parents also mentioned about the company's sales going down and after the marriage, it somehow survived.

"Katy, do you think we're right? That they're married because of their companies?"

"If so… it means that they don't really love each other, and their sweetness are all just an act," Katy assumed.

"And Santana's starting to have feelings for Brittany!" they both said in unison.

"Oh my gosh." Madison cupped her mouth in surprise of the realization. "It all fits."

"But we don't have the rights to get involved with their matters, Maddy," Katy lectured.

"Not even a help?"

"Maybe a few, but let them settle their matters." Katy possessively wrapped her arms around Madison's waist and pulled the girl closer. "For now, maybe I can start practicing how to make animal shaped hickeys."

Katy leaned in but Madison put her palm flat against Katy's face before pushing it away. "Noooo! I'm not in the mood."

Katy let go of her and Madison took the chance to face her back to Katy. Katy hissed in irritation. She just hugged Madison from the back and whispered on the girl's ear. "Fine." She kissed the shell of the ear once. "You're lucky I love you so much."

Madison giggled and closed her eyes, enjoying Katy's warmth that's wrapping all over her body. "I love you too."

Five minutes later, they're both already fast asleep contentedly. There's just nothing better than the life they're having at the moment.

~.~

Santana woke up to a numbing right arm. She slowly opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Brittany's serene face, perfectly fitted on the space between Santana's shoulder and chest like she's made to fit there. Santana couldn't remember when was the last time she saw Brittany's face this close. Seeing the girl's tall nose, thin eyebrows, rosy cheeks, and chin, she momentarily forgot her numb arm and she unconsciously smiled.

She noticed Brittany's lips were a bit swollen from the night's activity. She mentally scolded herself. She should have treated Brittany daintily. Santana's lips were actually swollen too and there are tiny stinging pains on her back—scratches made by Brittany's blunt nails.

Santana carefully removed her arm under Brittany's head. Brittany stirred and Santana froze, only to sigh in relief a second later when Brittany went back to sleep. She slowly scooted closer and kissed Brittany's forehead. Brittany didn't moved. She kissed the girl's eyes and nose. Still, Brittany didn't react.

She must be so tired.

She slowly leaned in and kissed Brittany's lips. She lingered there for a minute, thinking it was the last chance she would have to be able to kiss Brittany. And she swore to herself that it would be the last time she'll kiss Brittany.

She leaned away before she couldn't contain herself anymore.

Thinking about the night's activity, Santana couldn't help but to think it was wrong. Somehow it was wrong. It was a mistake. But she wouldn't deny that she wanted it. She doesn't know about Brittany though. So Santana decided that this would be the last time she'll do this to Brittany. She'll start moving away, and act like she doesn't love Brittany. She doesn't have any reasons to hold onto Brittany anymore, and if she'll use her feelings as a reason, it would be unfair to Brittany.

It might be hard. And heartbreaking. And deathly. But Santana knew this was all her fault. She just has to stop all this nonsense at once. Who knows? Maybe keeping a distance could allow things to be more glorious.

She silently slipped out of the bed and went to the bathroom, passing by their strewn clothes on the floor.

Once the bathroom's door beeped close, Brittany opened her eyes. Unconsciously, a tear rolled down her pillow.