It was Thursday morning and Brittany showed up late to breakfast. She look disheveled and tired. Santana got up from her seat and moved next to the girl.

"What's wrong, Brit?" She asked softly, running her fingers through the girls hair, gently untangling it.

"I just didn't sleep well," she shook her head but leaned into the brunettes touch. "I don't want to talk to Artie anymore."

Santana froze slightly before continuing to run her fingers through the blonde locks. "Were you with him last night?"

"For a little bit," Brittany placed her head down on her arms. "He tried to kiss me again but I didn't want to."

"You didn't have to," Santana reassured her.

"I didn't want to be mean," Brittany whined. "But he doesn't deserve nice anymore. I don't know why I let boys walk all over me. When I told him I wanted to stop, he told me I was being stupid again. He stopped and I left but I couldn't sleep."

"I'll beat him up for you, Brit," Santana told her very sincerely. "I'll tip his chair off the docks."

Brittany's head shot up. "I forgot about the lake!"

"It's huge and in the middle of camp," Santana giggled. "How could you?"

"I dunno but I wanna go swimming," Her smile bounced right back onto her face and Santana knew that as much as she may hate the idea of lake muck, she wouldn't be able to say no to this girl.

Instead of hitting the mats, the unholy trinity took advantage of free swim for the first time. As Santana and Quinn got ready, suddenly Santana felt ridiculous. She was literally butt naked in front of this girl and couldn't admit to being herself. She wasn't sure what had struck her but she blurted out.

"I think I'm done pretending that I'm not... Yknow."

"I know," Quinn replied easily.

"You know," Santana repeated with a sigh.

"You gonna tell me what is going on with you and Brittany now?" Quinn asked, while she tied the strap on Santana's halter top.

"Nothing," Santana shrugged.

"Oh come on," Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Really, nothing," Santana turned to shimmy jean shorts over her boyshorts.

"But you want there to be something," Quinn teased.

"Shut up."

Santana was the one to shut up as they met up with Brittany down at lakeside. Brittany wore a bikini top with white jean cutoffs and a flowy button up over it all. She had a daisy tucked behind her ear and her hair was down for once. Her body was insane. She was toned from head to toe from dancing. Santana all but froze. Shit. She was so beautiful.

"Damn, Lopez," Quinn giggled under her breath. "Play it cool. You're drooling."

"Hi!" Brittany ran over to the two excitedly. She hugged both of them and pulled Santana by her hand. "Puck and Finn saved us spots!"

"Joe is actually ripped," Santana noted to Quinn, watching him on the docks in his tiny little lifeguard shorts. "Go climb that. Christian boy needs a lay."

Quinn ignored her as Brittany ushered her over to the water. Santana didn't really like to get her hair wet and was just there because Brittany had asked. She laid out a towel next to Puck.

"What's up dumbass?" She greeted him as she laid out for a tan.

"Brittany is a babe," he responded, pulling his sunglasses down to get a better look at her.

"Quit it, perve," Santana smacked his chest.

"Oh please, you should have seen the way you were just looking at her," Noah shoved back.

This was their relationship. Noah Puckerman was good at bringing out the real person in you. He was a little dumb but he wasn't judgmental and it was hard to feel self conscious around such an idiot. They fought like siblings, ate like pigs, and gossiped about girls. Puck was the first to know that Santana was a lesbian. He just kind of picked it up when they were watching pirates of the Caribbean together one night. He truly was a closet nerd. Anyway, it was hard to not ogle Kiera Knightley with a sword.

"Oh just shut it," Santana grumbled and lounged back on her towel. It wasn't real-beach warm, but she'd get a tan nonetheless. She was propped up just enough to watch out over the water. She spoke more gently to Puck now, "So are we planning this party or what? It's already Thursday."

"For sure," Puck replied. He was very obviously watching Quinn. "We'll get out of training around noon tomorrow. I'm thinking a 7 o'clock start time on the shindig. Enough time to rest a bit, get shit set up and grab a bite."

"Quinn's still on board?" Santana asked.

"Yup, daddy's cabin in the woods is all ours for the weekend," Puck smiled. Mr. Fabray hated Puck and so the boy would take great pleasure in trashing his lake house this weekend. "Sammy and I will grab the booze. Quinn offered y'all up for a Walmart run. I'm pretty sure that you'll need to take one more person though to make sure everyone has a ride off camp."

"I can take Blaine," Santana replied after a moment. "He's actually pretty alright."

They settled some details and then Santana decided to shut her eyes. She wanted to take a quick nap in the sun but her mind kept moving. All she could think about was Brittany's red-stained lips and her hips when she danced. Honestly, this nap was not relaxing. She was winding up tighter and tighter with every thought. God she could use some alone time. Her meaningless hookups certainly hadn't scratched any itches.

"Tana!" Brittany shouted. Her voice was so excited and Santana opened her eyes up immediately. Puck smirked at the nickname.

"What's up Brit?"

"I'm hungry," The blonde pouted out her bottom lip. She stood over the brunette, dripping lightly.

"And what am I supposed to do about that?" Santana raised an eyebrow.

"Help me sneak into the kitchen for a snack?" She asked sweetly. "Quinn said you were good at stuff like that."

"Of course she did," Santana rolled her eyes. She got up to help.

After Brittany toweled dry, they made their way towards the dining hall. Santana was arguably very good at breaking and entering followed by stealing. Quinn had just sent Brittany to her to be a nudge but she was the best person for the job. The kitchen was locked and then the snack cabinets and coolers were as well. Santana picked the locks easily with a pin from her hair and a little help of a paring knife.

"You're the best!" Brittany exclaimed and pressed a kiss to the brunette's cheek.

Brittany was excited to see mini packs of Oreos and potato chips. She grabbed one of each and pulled Santana behind her, down to the dance studios. She handed the snacks to her counterpart and Santana watched as Brittany dug through a closet. Brittany pulled out a colorful piece of fabric and grinned. She told Santana it was a surprise when she asked so Santana just followed the girl back to the sand.

Brittany had dug out a hammock. She quickly strung it between two trees at the edge of the lake and hopped in. Her feet dangled and she patted the spot next to her expectantly.

"You sure that thing is safe?" Santana asked warily.

"Nope! I found it on the first day though and I haven't fallen yet," Brittany replied honestly while tearing open her cookies. "Come on."

Santana gave in way too easily to those damn electric eyes. she scooted her butt onto the hammock and squirmed as the dumb thing enveloped her. Brittany giggled incessantly until Santana was able to steady herself.

"Are you making fun of me?" Santana quirked an eyebrow at the girl.

"Only a little, 'tana," Brittany smiled. She popped her last bite of an Oreo in her mouth before shifting. "I come out here and put this up when I wake up too early. The sunrise is really pretty over the lake.

"How early have you been waking up?" Santana asked, slightly concerned.

"Around five or six." Brittany frowned. "Im not very good at going back to sleep. I'm kinda tired now though."

"Take a nap," Santana shrugged.

Brittany hummed in agreement and started to lay back in the hammock. Her legs overlapped Santana's.

"Let me get up so you can get comfy," Santana started after a few minutes of silence but she was quickly interrupted. Brittany simply pulled Santana into her arms. The brunette's cheek fell against the blonde's chest and Santana's heart went a million miles an hour.

"Just lay with me," Brittany said softly. "I saw you on a run early this morning. You must be tired too."

It was true. Santana was exhausted. She'd been up for hours already and honestly her body was drained. Normally, Santana Lopez did not cuddle but Brittany was changing a lot about her this week. Instead of fighting it, she closed her eyes and wrapped around the girl. Her hand rested along Brittany's ribs and her thigh across the girl's hips. The blonde's arm was wrapped around Santana's shoulders and they fell asleep quickly.

"Shit, Lopez," Quinn smirked as she picked out pajamas, "You've got it bad."

"I think we're just friends," Santana shook her head.

Quinn had found the two wrapped up together after an hour of sleep. She had to wake them for a first aid seminar. Santana's skin was buzzing from all of the contact and Brittany acted as if the whole thing were completely normal. She spent the afternoon as usual, doodling and chatting. Santana felt like an idiot as she freaked out internally.

"Friends don't nap together in a hammock," Quinn shook her head. "You couldn't pay me enough to be that close to another person in this heat."

"She's so sweet and cute," Santana groaned, throwing herself back onto her pillows. "There's no chance she's into a miserable bitch like me."

"I don't think I've ever seen you liked this," Quinn mused. "Usually you just bang a dude to social climb and move on."

"That's because I don't like dudes," Santana rolled her eyes. "I don't care about them. I care about... whatever. It doesn't matter."

Quinn laughed at her. "Careful. I might find out that you've got a heart after all."

"Shut up, Fabray," Santana pulled her pillow over her face.

"Cmon, yah stone cold bitch," Quinn picked up her pillow and blanket. "Slumber party time."

Rachel Berry decided that all of the girls on camp needed to have a slumber party to celebrate the last night of staff training. Santana didn't want to be caught dead in the girls presence but Britney convinced them to attend. Well, in reality she just said she was going. After that, Quinn decided it was important for them to go too for "staff bonding". Santana knew Quinn was being a mischievous bitch and messing with her. Right as she was about to stand up, a text popped up on Santana's phone.

"I'll catch up," She told Quinn after reading her phone. The blonde looked suspicious but continued on without her.

A few minutes later, Puck popped his head into the cabin. "Come on Lopez. We're going on a hike."

Santana followed him through the woods. They walked for about ten minutes before they came across an old mailbox. Puck opened the thing up and pulled out a joint. Santana and Puck settled down on a log to pass the thing between them.

"We're off camp property," Puck explained the hike. "The stash stays off property too."

Noah Puckerman hardly took anything seriously. It was kind of endearing that he was so adamant to follow camps policies.

"I heard you were hanging out with everyone tonight, thought you might want to take the edge off," Puck said in a tight voice, holding in smoke.

"Honestly? I could kiss you for this," Santana took a drag. They didn't smoke often but it helped every now and then.

"I thought we were past that stage in our relationship," Puck laughed. His face got serious again, "Actually, I heard what happened with Sam."

"We hooked up," Santana shrugged. "I told him it was just for the list."

"Yeah, well now he has a thing for you," Puck said. "He plans on asking you out tomorrow at the party."

"Dumb guppy lips can't follow simple instructions," Santana groaned. "I told him it was a one time thing. That's so annoying."

"He's gonna be crushed when he finds out that you're a lesbian," Puck told her seriously. "You gotta stop playing with people."

"I get the sentiment, Puckerman," Santana was holding back temper now, "But I did not play with anyone. I very clearly told him what the hookup was. It is not my fault if he gets clingy."

"I just think you need to be honest," Puck shook his head. "I'll stay out of your shit, just be real with yourself."

The stupid conversation was on Santana's mind as she walked back to the cabin. She hated the double standard of hooking up. She wasn't gonna take shit for doing what dudes do all the time. If they could hit and quit, so could she. Even if she was a lesbian. So maybe she didn't give full transparency; he didn't need it for the situation. She did need to be more honest in general, though, if she was going to get Sam off of her back now.

Santana got changed quickly so she could attend Rachel Berry's stupid slumber party, as if they were all eight years old. She pulled on some athletic shorts and a tank top. Before she left, she pulled Brittany's flannel on.

The girls were all sprawled about on the cabin floor. Some of them sat on bunks and others pulled the vinyl mattresses out onto the floor so they could talk. Santana spotted Brittany and Quinn and made her way over. Quinn sat on a bottom bunk and Brittany had pulled two mattresses in front of it. She was wearing a cropped T-shirt and cute cotton shorts. Santana noticed that her belly button was pierced. She was surrounded by fuzzy blankets and giggling about something. Santana was pretty sure she'd never get tired of looking at the girl.

"Tana!" Brittany exclaimed as she noticed the girl approach. "I thought you got eaten by bears."

"I was only gone an hour," Santana laughed and sat down beside the blonde in the spot obviously reserved for her. Quinn had set up her pillow and blanket for her. "Plus, I could take a bear."

"I believe it," Quinn shrugged. Then she leaned down and whispered into the brunette's ear, "Why didn't you share?"

"Puck," Santana replied lightly. Quinn had a sixth sense for people under any influence, she swore.

The joint they'd smoked gave her just the slightest kick that she needed to be here. She felt a little more relaxed and a lot less guarded. She noticed Mercedes and Tina making their way towards them. She didn't know either of them very well but they seemed alright. They struck up a conversation and the cabin filled with chatter. Brittany had sat next to Santana but as she yawned, she settled her head into the Latina's lap. Santana ran her fingers through blonde locks. Her hair was down like earlier and Santana loved it. She was always pretty but her long waves made her seem more mature somehow.

"You're softer than Lord Tubbington," Brittany smiled up at Santana as her hands traced over the skin of her legs.

"Who?" Santana quirked an eyebrow.

"Her stuffed cat," Tina laughed. "That things is terrifying."

"He used to be cute before he joined a gang. I don't think that the cigarettes help," Brittany replied very matter-of-factually. "You can come meet him sometime."

"Okay Brit," Santana giggled.

The little group started talking about camp. Quinn had a bunch of questions about how it ran and how lame it might be. As they spoke, Quinn's eyes settled on the other two cheerleaders. Santana knew she saw what was happening right away. Her skin was absolutely buzzing under the trails that Brittany traced with her fingers. Santana had completely zoned out of the conversation, focusing solely on the girls touch while staring at her lips. Of course Quinn would notice. She kept her thoughts to herself for now but Santana knew she'd never hear the end about this later.

Santana kind of resented how Brittany was making her feel. She did hookups and one night stands, not feelings. But, as Brittany started to doze in her lap, Santana felt her heart flutter. She was starting to really care about this girl, even looked forward to her strange commentary on animals and life. She'd spent the week counting the smiles that were shot her way and dying when she didn't receive any attention from the blonde. It was ridiculous. She'd known her for all of four days now and she wanted nothing more than to ensure her complete happiness.

"Hello ladies," Rachel squawked, making her way over to the little group. They had been talking quietly about how they planned on running their cabins, but Santana had a feeling that was about to be derailed. "I need some quality girl chat."

"Keep your voice down," Quinn hissed, nodding down towards Brittany.

"Poor girl hardly sleeps," Tina commented. "Actually, I've never seen her sleep this soundly."

"Do you know why?" Santana asked. She wanted to know the girl better but she also sensed it was annoying Rachel to not be the center of conversation. It was a win-win.

"Something about her home life," Tina shook her head. "She doesn't talk about it much but I have the feeling that there's a lot more going on."

There was a silence for a moment. Santana traced her fingers over the side of Brittany's face. She was asleep but nuzzled further into Santana's touch. Santana cursed at herself as she felt her heart swell again. God, fuck feelings.

"So anyway," Rachel sat down. Her voice was a little quieter now. "I think I want to sleep with someone tomorrow night. He invited me to the party."

Santana held in her groan. This bitch had spent all week taking up any ounce of spare oxygen left in a room with her voice. Now she was going to crash their party as well?

"Who?" Mercedes asked. "Won't it only be your second time?"

"Yes, regrettably I did give my virginity to Jesse last summer," Rachel replied. "But I think this time it will mean something. I really like Finn."

"That sack of potatoes?"

Okay, so maybe Santana couldn't hold back her snark.

"He's a sweetheart and in fine physical shape," Rachel turned up her nose. "He carries my things for me and always picks me up from my cabin when we go places."

Quinn shot the Latina a look before she could laugh at this stupidity. Sounded like butler material, not boyfriend.

"So just fuck him then, what's the big deal?" Santana deadpanned. "I did."

"We don't all just throw our bodies at anyone," Rachel bit back. Santana was momentarily impressed.

"Did you want advice?" Mercedes asked, diffusing the tension.

"Yes actually," Rachel snapped back into her annoyingly upbeat tone. "How do you guys get a dude to want you... in that way."

"I just complimented Mike a whole lot in the beginning," Tina answered.

"You have to be touchy," Quinn said. "Grab his arm when you laugh at his jokes, make sure you're always facing him.

"Okay," Rachel actually had the audacity to pull out a notepad and write that down.

"Jus' grab his dick," Brittany muttered, apparently slightly awake. She stretched her arms a bit before settling back onto Santana's thigh. All of the girls giggled at this.

"Brittany!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Not rocket science," Brittany mumbled.

"Genius," Santana shrugged. She played with the girls hair until she felt Brittany's breathing slow again.

"I can't just do that," Rachel rolled her eyes. "Santana, you must have some good advice considering you've already hooked up with several boys."

"Yeah, don't have sex with men. It sucks," Santana smirked. "They smell bad and they last like two seconds."

"Then why would you do that with Sam? You must have some feelings for him."

Oh Jesus, this again? She couldn't have possibly been more clear about it with him. One time, she'd said. Never again. She was very glad for the THC in her system that kept her from going all Lima Heights on Berry's ass.

"I had an itch, I scratched it. Meant nothing else," Santana shook her head.

"He's gonna ask you out," Rachel replied. "Finn told me so. You'd be lucky to date Sam. He's great. And very fit."

"I'm a lesbian," something in Santana snapped. "So please tell dearest Sammy that I do not want to go anywhere or do anything with him."

Santana had successfully shocked Rachel into silence. It felt a little worth it, though she knew the cat was out of the bag now. Tina and Mercedes looked a little surprised but Rachel's mouth was hanging open.

"Honestly, Santana should give you better advice," Quinn caught onto Santana's riff. "She's great in bed. I've never seen stars like that."

"One time, Quinn, and you're still obsessed," Santana winked at the blonde for show. Holy shit, Fabray. You are genius.

She'd said it for shock value, but it was true. They'd hooked up once... okay, twice, but in a row. Quinn was way straight though and not really Santana's type. They were both curious so they satisfied the thought. Santana did all of the work- straight girls were so boring in bed. She'd only been with two actually gay girls and it was a high that she would be chasing forever. All of her other hookups were curious girls and grimy boys. She hadn't had a satisfying experience in way too long.

"You know it's not actually funny to joke about that right?" Rachel questioned. "I have two gay dads and-"

"I'm not joking," Santana furrowed her brows. "Kinda fucked for you to say so."

"Does she know?" Rachel asked, narrowing her eyes down at Brittany.

"This is the first time I've said it aloud since I told my family this year," Santana was annoyed she was being interrogated. "So, no."

"She's so innocent," Rachel shook her head. "Have you considered that if she's this close with you, it might make her uncomfortable?"

"Are you fu-"

"Rachel, you're really overstepping right now," Tina interrupted Santana's rage. "Don't get involved in things you don't know about."

"Tana?" Brittany stirred at the commotion. "S'wrong?"

"Rachel was just going," Santana bit out. Then much softer, "Go back to sleep, cutie."

"Mmkay," Brittany snuggled back down.

Rachel actually left. It felt fantastic. She had just come out to a few relative strangers and was still the bad bitch that took no prisoners.

"What a bitch," Mercedes shook her head. "Nobody thinks you're making unwanted advances, Santana."

"They better not," Quinn replied. "If Santana doesn't kill them, I will."

Tina was watching Brittany sleep in Santana's lap now. Santana was curious if she knew something, with the way she had stuck up for her.

"So this whole thing was just an excuse for Rachel to get advice on getting laid huh?" Santana grumbled. "What a waste of time."

"Honestly," Mercedes shook her head. "I like Rachel enough but she is just too much sometimes."

After a while, conversation turned back to camp. Santana was relieved that nobody gave a shit about her confession. Eventually the chatter turned to yawns. Tina fell asleep on Mercedes shoulder while Quinn sat scrolling through her phone. Santana shifted uncomfortably, back stiff from sitting in a position that was comfortable only for the girl in her lap.

"Brit?" Santana whispered. "Im gonna lay down."

"Mmkay," Brittany replied after a moment and she slid onto her pillow.

Santana moved down and laid out flat. The vinyl mattresses were strangely comfortable. She felt the mattress beside her shift and Brittany curled up into her side. The blonde's hand rested over Santana's hip bone and her face snuggled into her side. All she wanted was to kiss the girl goodnight, a totally foreign impulse for the Latina who only participated in flings. Shit, Quinn was right. She was crushing hard.