"Where are you going?" Quinn asked.

It was the first full day of camp. Sunday had come and passed like the blink of an eye. Santana had woken up to Brittany laying on her and over 24 hours later, she still felt the warm buzz of her fingertips tracing her skin. She had carried that high through the day as they welcomed their campers and had an opening campfire. Quinn and Santana only had ten girls in their cabin that week, each one of them more vapid than the next. They had three theater girls and seven cheerleaders. Miraculously, they were all getting along so far.

It was the final period of the day, when Santana and Quinn were meant to have their break. Quinn was lounged out across her bunk as Santana pulled a pair of gym sneakers on. The blondes inquiry startled her.

"What's it to you, Barbie girl?" Santana glared over her shoulder.

"Oh my god," Quinn sat up giggling. "You're about to go to Brittany's dance class aren't you? You are using you're only break away from kids to go be with kids because you have a crush."

"Shut up," Santana grumbled, ignoring the persistent giggles as she made her way outside.

When Santana showed up she was met by a giant hug from the blonde. It had only been a few minutes since they had last seen each other but Santana wasn't going to say no to a hug from the girl.

"What're you doing here, Santana?" Mike Chang asked curiously. "Welcome to

dance class."

Santana quickly decided that Mike was one of few men that could be easily trusted. He was a simple dude. He liked dancing, spoke about his mom fondly and got excited about sharing his culture. Other than that, the boy kept to himself. He was gentle and quiet.

"I'm here to learn from the best," Santana replied simply.

She sat with the kids and just followed along as Brittany led them through some stretches. They went through dance basics and Santana just watched Brittany's body move. Every inch of her was taught with muscle. The control she had was amazing. Santana spent a lot of this time daydreaming. She wanted Brittany's body beneath her so badly. It had been a day without her touch and Santana was craving it badly.

Santana had quite literally never felt this way before. She had spent her teenage years trying to fuck her way past emotions and attachments to anyone. If she slept with enough guys she wouldn't have to think about the fact that she wasn't enjoying it. And then she came to terms with her attraction to women but not with being perceived by others. To be fair, she just hated when anyone knew anything about her. She wanted people to look at her and think two things only; hot and intimidating. When she was forced out of the closet it became hot, intimidating lesbian. She hated that people knew anything intimate about her. But the more she thought about it, the more she kind of felt powerful in her identity.

Hot, intimidating lesbian had kind of a nice ring to it. Women were scared of her but also wanted her. Men wanted her and couldn't have her. Okay, so maybe she was a bit of a narcissist but if she had to be perceived then that was how she was going to rationalize it.

Brittany was changing the whole game. She had gone from more one night stands than ikea could build to wanting to fully shack up with a blonde she just met. She wanted to make this girl smile and laugh. Her happiness was more important than anything else. The instinct was totally out of character for Santana.

"Miss Lopez," Brittany said with a cute lilt to it. "Are you paying attention to class?"

All the kids around her giggled. Santana stuck her tongue out at an especially cute little boy who couldn't seem to control his laughter.

"Alright guys, everyone up," Mike chuckled and started up some music.

The first lesson they taught to the kids was to trust their gut- they made everyone just dance to enjoy themselves. From their purest and unrefined dancing, Brittany and Mike got an idea of the kids potential. It was brilliant. And also Brittany's idea so maybe Santana was biased. They spent time with each kiddo on the dance floor as everyone grinned and moved to the beat. Mike Chang spun Santana in a circle when he came by. Brittany was busy dancing with the little dude who had a mad case of the giggles. It was a very cute moment to watch.

Monday night, they had something called a counselor hunt. They had six pairs of counselors hide around camp and the kids got to wander around trying to find them. The counselors not hiding would keep an eyes out for anyone who wandered too far. It honestly sounded ridiculous to Santana that they would allow kids to wander around the woods together alone. She knew for sure if she was in that position and among the oldest kids on camp, she'd definitely use the opportunity to sneak off and make out with someone.

Regardless, Santana went up and picked her partner from a dusty magician hat. She smirked and handed the paper to Schuester.

"Santana and Brittany will be hiding together," He announced to the amphitheater full of children.

Santana watched the blonde as he announced it. Her face lit up as she made her way down to Santana. They gave brief introductions and then scattered off to hide. Brittany giggled the whole time, pulling Santana from place to place.

"Where are we going?" Santana asked the girl as the passed their fifth potential hiding spot.

"To a tree," Brittany stated simply.

It was a very little known fact that Santana Lopez hated heights. There were exactly two people who knew, actually. Quinn and her mother had taken her to a lighthouse on a summer vacation once. The second they got to the top and looked out over the ocean, Santana fainted. On the way down to the grate flooring, her face hit the railing. Paramedics were called to carry her down and check her for a concussion. It was humiliating and Santana spent the first week of eighth grade convincing her classmates that she'd been in a fight. Quinn backed her up because she understood the value of a good reputation.

Brittany went right up to a knotted tree and pulled herself up into it with ease. She sat several branches high and looked down at Santana. Her face looked confused and hem Santana didn't immediately jump up after her. Not one to show weakness, Santana started climbing up on unsteady legs. She was a little nauseous as she watched the pine needles on the ground get smaller. Brittany quickly pulled her up onto the fork of a big branch with her.

"Why didn't you tell me you were afraid of heights?" Brittany asked softly as she held the shaky brunette in her arms.

"I'm not," Santana protested with little bite to it.

"I'll just hold you tight," Brittany replied with a shrug.

It took her two seconds to figure out that Santana was uncomfortable. It had taken her losing consciousness for Quinn to notice. Brittany was the first person that ever made her feel truly seen. She was the first person to look past the act and attitude to find the person behind it. This wasn't the first time, either. It was becoming a long list, the things that Brittany noticed about Santana. They were mostly silly things that the blonde had noticed over the last week. Santana hated greasy food, so anytime they served something greasy Brittany had a peanut butter and jelly waiting for her. Brittany always caught spiders before Santana could even notice them because she'd been startled by one once at the beginning of camp. If Santana landed on her weaker ankle even slightly wrong, Brittany would immediately stop the routine to check in on her. It had taken a week for Brittany to notice things that her closest friend and family had never noticed.

Brittany held Santana's hand all night long, never letting go even when she spoke down to campers who found them. She'd drop down little jelly bracelets that they were given as prizes for kids. She would give a goofy riddle and then toss out prizes. The kids loved it.

"Why don't eggs tell jokes?" Brittany asked a few kids. "Because they'd crack themselves up."

Each time the riddle was more ridiculous and Santana quickly forgot her fear.

"How many apples grow on trees? All of them."

"How is the guy that cut off his left hand? He's all right now."

"Why did the cookie go to the doctor? He felt crummy."

Eventually it started getting dark and the bell rang for activity to be over. Brittany helped Santana to the lowest branch and then picked the girl up onto her shoulders. Santana clutched to the blondes shoulders. She had been afraid that a bunch of kids around would kill the electricity between them. Brittany still made her smile at every chance and Santana went out of her way to be beside Brittany whenever possible. This thing felt like magic to Santana.

She spent every break she had that week staring at Brittany Pierce. She absolutely lived for every little smile sent her way by the blonde. The first hour of cheer was the worst because it was just Quinn, the little brats, and her. She didn't actually hate kids but this particular group had a certain edge that pissed her off. Watching Brittany with the little monsters was a whole other ball game. She was so patient and when she spoke the little terrors almost looked human, with awe in their eyes. She only worked one on one with a few but those kids were so passionate about what Brittany was teaching them. She really knew how to tame the bitch in people.

"Is that what I look like when she talks to me?" Santana murmured towards Quinn as they watched Brittany soften the bitchiest girl in their cabin.

"Oh absolutely," Quinn laughed in response. "You get that exact doe eyed look, too."

Santana just groaned in response.

The unholy trinity made a kick ass team of cheerleading coaches. By the end of the second day, their girls had a routine completely memorized. Their form could use some fine tuning but they were doing really well. Quinn was best at coming up with cheer choreography and Santana was flawless at translating her ideas into example for the kids to watch. Brittany would often throw in complimentary moves as they went to spice up the routine. Santana realized that they were woefully PG and she missed the girl's body sliding down hers. She didn't necessarily want to get fired though, so this was probably for the best.

While Quinn took naps, read magazines and texted during her breaks, Santana was sitting in on Brittany and Mike's dance class. Watching Brittany in dance classes was entrancing. She absolutely adored every movement. She found herself jealous of Mike at points, which was ridiculous. She could beat Mike Chang in a fight anyway. Plus, sometimes when Mike was busy with a kid, Brittany had Santana jump in. She was teaching some sort of variant of the tango when she called Santana up the first time. Santana let her Latina blood take over and she knew her ass was shaking a bit much for the target audience, but what were they expecting? Towards the end of it, Brittany dipped Santana. The brunettes thighs sliding around Brittany's leg. Christ, she wanted her so very badly.

All was good and well at a distance until they were asked to run a choice session for the little kids who weren't old enough for the cheer program. Brittany led a few tiny six year olds down to the mats. She spent the whole time giggling and rolling around the mats with them. When they somersaulted on their own, Brittany cheered like a proud mom. She would make a really good mom. Santana couldn't wait for- oh hell no. She was not thinking about a fucking domestic life with this girl. She had never wanted that so why did she want it so damn bad as she watched these kiddos dog pile the blonde.

"I know that look," Quinn smirked.

"I guarantee that you do not," Santana shook her head, so weirded out by the way Brittany had invaded her brain.

"Your ovaries are aching and you feel kind of lightheaded but you can't look away," Quinn guessed, accurately. "You've got baby fever, my friend."

"I literally hate kids," Santana replied in disgust.

"But she doesn't and seeing her this happy makes you want them," Quinn laughed.

"You always gotta call me on my shit like this?" Santana groaned. "It's tiresome."

"Someone's gotta remind you that you're human," Quinn grinned and tugged Santana to the mat.

Santana literally could not take her eyes off of Brittany as she twirled the little kids. She felt like the freaking grinch when his heart swells ten sizes. Suddenly she could feel every beat against her chest and a warmth flood over her. Before she knew it, the bell was ringing and it was time to bring the kiddos back. She didn't know what to do with this feeling that lingered.

"Meet me by the lake trail later," Brittany whispered into Santana's ear as they left the session. If her stomach weren't already filled with butterflies, that would have done it.

By later, she had meant their night break. Santana would have to bargain with Quinn to get the later break. Whatever Brittany had in store, she had looked excited. They took every evening break together but usually Santana just met Brittany in the staff room. She would talk to their coworkers and Santana would just hang out beside her. Whenever Santana tensed at something stupid said, Brittany would sneak her hand into the brunettes under the table or between them on the couch. She had stayed her usual closeness but hadn't brought up anything about kissing since sobering up. Santana was sure that was the end of the possibility.

At one point, Brittany had left break a little early to help Tina with a homesick camper. Santana stayed in the lounge just to relax without the heavy breathing of children in her ears. Mercedes had been hanging out with them all night and got up to go soon after Brittany left. Santana liked Mercedes enough but always found her a bit meek.

"You two are cute," She told Santana after a moment of awkward silence.

"What're you talking about?" Santana played dumb in return.

"Brittany and you," Mercedes smiled before turning to leave. "You guys just seem so happy when you're together. I want that some day."

"We're not together," Santana replied in somewhat of a disappointed tone.

"Not yet," Mercedes shrugged, making the whole thing feel very casual.

The next night as Santana made her way onto the dirt path by flashlight, it was freezing. She hated the way the temperature dropped so drastically at night. She was wearing a loose tank top and Brittany's flannel overtop, but the chill was hitting her bones. When she saw Brittany grinning, it was all worth it.

"Tana!" The blonde greeted her with the usual hug. Santana didn't want to let go.

Brittany had a mischievous look on her face suddenly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a key ring. Brittany jingled it in front of Santana while giggling.

"Whose keys are those?" Santana raised an eyebrow at the blonde.

"Ken Tanaka's," Brittany grabbed Santana by the hand and pulled her towards the senior staff lodges.

They were a long row of cabins, set up almost like a motel. Towards the middle is where they locked up the golf carts for the night, under a little overhang. Brittany pulled them towards it quickly and popped a key into the lock. She did it so easily that Santana knew this had to be calculated. Brittany knew exactly which cart was Tanaka's and which keys would unlock it. Santana was impressed, honestly. It was kind of hot to see the girl steal something. People thought the blonde was dumb but she was taking in more than anyone else, watching and learning. Santana had no doubt that she knew exactly what she was doing just by paying close enough attention.

"Hop on before we get caught," Brittany smiled as she turned the key.

The girls zipped off before anyone could stop them. Senior staff wasn't particularly attentive when it came to night breaks. The hard part was to have gotten the keys. Santana wondered allowed about that part. She was met with a giggle.

"Trojan horse boobies!"

"Excuse me?" Santana laughed as Brittany swerved around a rock.

"I wore a really low cut shirt and then handed him a cheerleading thingy to read," Brittany kept explaining. They were on the main gravel path now. "After that, it was easy to take what I wanted."

Santana suddenly remembered to take a picture to send to Puck. She reached her arm out to get Brittany and some of the cart in the shot. Brittany placed a kiss on Santana's cheek as she snapped a picture, like they were in a photo booth or something. Brittany drove them to the soccer field. It was isolated from any other buildings and had a fantastic view of the night sky. Brittany parked beside a tree, to hide the cart in case someone came by looking for it. They both doubted that would happen but it wasn't really worth losing a job over.

"Why'd you bring me out here?" Santana asked as they sat, looking forward to the sky.

"Can I ask you something?" Brittany reached her hand instinctively towards Santana's and their pinkies overlapped on the worn pleather seat.

"Sure," Santana replied with little hesitation. Brittany hadn't given her any reason to distrust her.

"Why did you come to camp?"

"I didn't have much of a choice," Santana shrugged. "If I wanted to stay as Quinn's left hand bitch, I needed to be here. But it hasn't been the worst, not worrying about dealing with my family. What about you?"

"When I told people I was transferring to be a cheerleader, they all told me that the Cheerios were the biggest bitches in the state," Brittany frowned. "I came hoping to feel more comfy with you guys. I think that they were wrong though."

"No, we're definitely bitchy," Santana laughed.

"You're the most lovely person I ever met," Brittany shook her head.

"Just to you." Santana shrugged away the compliment. "When do you want to go see your family?"

"You were serious?" Brittany turned to face Santana completely.

"Of course," Santana replicas easily. "How about next weekend?"

They talked about everything and nothing for most of their break. They giggled as Brittany made up stories for the constellations. They were all quite clever. Brittany had a knack for that- she'd say things that seemed random but if you thought about them closely enough, you'd realize they were kind of brilliant. As she rattled on about the Little Dipper being a lays potato chip, Santana traced the freckles along Brittany's arm. It was peaceful.

Eventually, something caught her eye and Brittany stood to walk out onto the field. Santana sat on the hood of the golf cart and watched as Brittany danced with fireflies. She wasn't really dancing, but all of her movements looked that way. As one flew away, Brittany turned and smiled softly at Santana. She approached slowly, making Santana gulp awkwardly. Brittany stood between the girls knees, hands on her thighs like they had been when they smoked. She was tracing a pattern on Santana's leg but the Latina couldn't focus on anything but the heat in her face at the sudden change in the blondes demeanor. She had grown serious or maybe even sultry. Santana's mouth went dry as she recognized the same look on her face as the weekend before by the fire pit.

"Brit?" Santana managed to call her name, desperately needing a reason for this closeness.

"Do you still want to kiss me, San? I brought you out here so I could kiss you."

Brittany's words hit Santana like the warm water of a shower. Her whole body felt heat course through her veins at the words. Santana parted her lips to answer but couldn't find the words. Instead she just nodded.

Brittany's hand went up to Santana's jaw and the other onto her hip, to draw her closer. Brittany pulled the Latina in and suddenly their lips met. Brittany's lips were so soft but they moved confidently against Santana's fuller ones. Santana gasped at the contact, the movement driving Brittany to pull her lower lip between her own. Santana realized her arms were awkwardly to her side so she threaded her fingers into the blondes hair. The shock wore off and Santana began to kiss the girl with everything she had been bottling up. Santana was pleasantly surprised when Brittany matched her energy and the kiss became increasingly more desperate.

The girls had obviously wanted this since they had laid eyes in each other. A casual hookup did not kiss like they were. Lips and tongues moved deftly. They ran along each other smoothly, dragging out any and all contact. Santana dragged her teeth lightly over Brittany's lower lip as she pulled it between her own lips. The motion made Brittany moan breathily into the brunettes mouth. Santana's fingers were knitted into blonde hair as Brittany gripped her hips almost for dear life.

When Santana pulled back to catch her breath, Brittany immediately dove into her neck. Her lips ran up and down, stopping only to lightly nip at her pulse. Heat was pooling quickly between Santana's legs. She had spent so long thinking about this and the reality was blowing her away. She pulled Brittany back up to her lips and kissed her deeply. Her fingers ran down the blondes sides and then under the hem of her shirt, where they dug slightly into the small of her back. Brittany groaned at the contact and Santana pushed her body farther against Brittany's. Santana swore she could feel the blondes hips jutting lightly every time she traced her nails over the skin of her back.

The only thing that pulled her lips from Brittany's was the persistent buzzing from the phone on Santana's back pocket.

"Fuck," Santana swore as she saw that it was a good while after curfew and she had fifteen unread texts from Quinn.

"Maybe next time," Brittany winked, as she moved to get back into the drivers seat of the car.

Santana stole a few more kisses, especially along Brittany's neck, as she drove them back. Sometimes, Santana was disappointed when she finally hooked up with a girl. A lot of the excitement was in the chase and the capture ended up being disappointing. That was not the case this time. Making out with Brittany had created a whole new high for Santana to chase. Brittany returned the cart as quickly as she had stolen it when the girls heard a staff member open their door.

"Who the hell is out there?" The voice undoubtedly belonged to Tanaka.

Brittany and Santana held their breath as they crept to hide along a corner of the building. There was no way they could have run without being caught. The forest floor was too damn loud. They hid for a few minutes while Ken walked out to check things. Their hands gripped one another.

As soon as they heard Tanakas door shut, Brittany smirked. She turned suddenly and had Santana pinned to the wall by her hips.

"Brit," Santana gasped.

That was enough for Brittany. Her lips collided with Santana's in an instant. This kiss was even more desperate than the last. Santana was bolder, her hands pulling Brittany into her body. Brittany scooped Santana up effortlessly. Santana's legs wrapped around the blondes waist as Brittany pinned the girl between herself and the wall once more. They were both breathless in an instant.

"I've wanted to kiss you since I laid eyes on you," Santana admitted to the girl between kisses.

"Me too," Brittany whispered back before closing the gap between their mouths. "I was just waiting for you to give in."

They made out for a while, Brittany's hands on the brunette's ass. There was fire where their bodies made contact. Brittany pressed her hips into Santana further. A soft groan escaped Santana's lips.

"We should get back," Brittany gasped through frantic kissing. "Before we get caught."

Santana hummed in agreement but it was still several minutes before they could get themselves together, or rather apart. This thing between them was magnetic. They complimented each other in all the best ways and it was amazing to find out that their physical chemistry was also off the charts. Santana never wanted to stop.

By the time they were back to the cabins, it was an hour past curfew and Quinn was ready to kill Santana, judging by the twenty more texts. As Santana went towards her cabin, Brittany dragged her back. The blonde pulled Santana in a gave her the gentlest kiss on the forehead.

"Sweet dreams, beautiful."

Holy shit, Santana was a puddle. It was like Brittany Pierce was trying to absolutely disintegrate any edge of toughness Santana had to her. She was speechless yet again as the blonde turned away and walked into her cabin for the night.