I might be really high right now and it sounds like a great idea to post this even though it's like publishing stuff I never meant to publish but whatever, enjoy now, i might delete later.

The sun cascaded over the bed without mercy, painting white lines across the white comforter that was speckled with yellow daisies. The comforter barely covered the sleeping form that groaned, reaching out across the bed. Santana sniffled loudly, blinking sleepy brown eyes open to inspect the half-empty bed. It was Friday and they didn't need to get to campus until the afternoon and they normally slept in so she wasn't used to the chill that met her touch. "Britt?" She pushed herself up, looking around the studio apartment. "Babe?"

"Right here," Brittany responded from the kitchen section of the studio. She came to the bed with a drink carrier and a small bag. "I woke up too early and I didn't want to wake you. I thought what better way to start the day than with beer and a pizza." Years of ballet, jazz, and every type of dance possible allowed her to gracefully step onto the bed and lower herself right next to Santana, legs folded in front of her.

Santana rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms as she sat up fully, crossing her legs as Brittany held out her hands. She eyed the insulated cups in the carrier. "That doesn't look like beer." She hoped it wasn't. She wasn't against a breakfast beer after a night of drinking, but they'd had a pretty tame Thursday night. So if she was going to be awake, she needed coffee.

"So apparently the pizza place isn't open for another 2 hours. I didn't want to be gone for that long so I had to settle for coffee and a croissant." Brittany leaned forward, pressing her lips to Santana's.

Relief flooded through Santana as she leaned into the kiss, humming in delight before accepting one of the coffees. "Thank you, Britt. You didn't have to do that."

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, even if it's not pizza."

Santana took a sip of her coffee, enjoying the mix of too much espresso and too much sugar in just a dash of cinnamon and hemp milk. It was perfect. She looked up to see Brittany freeing an almond croissant from the bag and taking a quick bite, getting almond slivers and powdered sugar all over the sheets. The sunlight that had painted across the comforter now dared to caress the soft panes of Brittany's face, highlighting the slight flush to pale cheeks. Her blue eyes seemed even more brilliant than usual. How the hell did she end up with something this perfect? "I love you."

Brittany smiled. "I love you too." She leaned forward for another kiss.

Santana chuckled, purposely missing Brittany's lips to kiss away the powdered sugar at the corner of her mouth. She felt more than heard the giggle from Brittany and pulled back to take a sip of her coffee. "This is exactly what I needed this morning."

"You need coffee almost every morning." Brittany tore off a bit of the croissant and offered it.

Santana leaned forward to capture the bite between neat teeth before pressing a kiss to the presented fingers. "Coffee is great, but," Santana took Brittany's cup and her own and set them aside on the bedside table before turning back to capture Brittany's lips in a kiss. "That's not what I'm talking about." She cupped Brittany's cheeks in her hands.

"Me?"

"You." Santana turned her attentions downward, brushing kisses down the length of her neck and nipping at her pulse point.

"I love my sweet lady kisses." Brittany reached out blindly to drop the rest of the croissant hopefully on her own bedside table before turning her attention to Santana.

Santana felt the familiar rush she always felt whenever she was with Brittany. No matter how many years passed or how many times they tried to break up in the past, no one made her heart skip a beat like Brittany. She felt soft fingers sliding up her sides, bringing her tank top up. She let herself be eased backwards, the long frame pressing into her as the rest of their clothes were removed.

Santana wasn't one to be sacrilegious. You had to be religious in order to go against it and with all the nonsense she had grown up with, she chose to avoid all of that bullshit. But as Brittany's thigh slid between her own, pressing closer, Santana knew what it was like to be devout, to worship one being above all else. Her church was pale skin pressed against her own and blonde hair framing blue eyes that dared to watch her as she came apart.

"I love watching you," Brittany whispered into the space between them.

Santana smiled as she shuddered. "I think it's better when it doesn't involve eye contact." The words in her mind were like a ghost of someone she didn't even recognise anymore. She had enough self-awareness to know how much of an idiot she'd been as a teenager, convincing herself she wasn't in love with her best friend. She reached up to tangle her fingers in blonde hair as she pressed her thigh up to meet Brittany's heated core. "Come here," she commanded, meeting soft lips with her own and smothering the sound that was both a giggle and a moan from Brittany.

Brittany pressed closer, daring to extinguish any bit of space between them.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

She was hearing things, Santana decided. No one would dare come uninvited, not when she had no problem killing a bitch. She whimpered as Brittany's blunt nails raked over her skin, leaving paths of fire in their wake even as their bodies moved together as one. Already, she could feel her desire beginning to build, a coil being wound within her gut, threatening to spring free.

Knock, Knock, Knock

Santana actually growled against Brittany's lips as she felt Brittany beginning to pull away. "No, no, no. Ignore it," she mumbled in protest, pulling Brittany back to her. "They'll go away." They better go away, she decided as she tried to remember where she last put her favorite security bat, or Bambi as she named it.

Knock, Bang, Bang

"I don't think they will," Brittany said as she moved, untangling her limbs from Santana's.

"Fuck." Santana groaned. Already the pressure that had begun to build slowly fizzled away and she gently pushed Brittany down and herself up. "Don't move. I'm coming back to finish this after I kill whoever that is." Santana tugged her tank top and boxers back on. "I don't know who the fuck even thinks it's a good idea…" she mumbled, gathering the flat sheet that had been kicked to the floor.

"Maybe it's pizza?" Brittany did little to move from her place on the bed.

Santana huffed, haphazardly tossing the sheet over Brittany before she stopped. "When did you order pizza?"

"I didn't," Brittany smiled. "But maybe they knew we wanted some?" She stretched languidly across the padded surface, the sheet barely keeping her modest, as if she cared. "I don't know where my croissant fell."

"We can go get pizza in a bit." With a soft growl, Santana pulled her hair up into a messy bun, ready to destroy whoever was on the other side of the door. She ripped the door open and almost shut it again. "Weezy… What the fuck?"

Mercedes removed her sunglasses, shifting the bag on her arm. "Don't either of you ever answer your dang phones?"

"Phones are only meant for texting," Santana glowered, leaning against the doorframe. "I thought you were still on tour." The small part of her that was happy to see her friend was overshadowed by the memory of soft hands on her skin.

"I just got back into town not long ago. Can I come in?"

"Well, Brit is a little indisposed at the moment and I would prefer she not get dressed until I'm done."

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "I was on tour with you two for months while you were still in your reconnecting stage. Did you forget that I've seen the both of you naked more times than I would ever want to."

"Mercedes!" Brittany appeared, wearing just an oversized shirt that was just long enough to be barely legal. "Are we having another high school reunion? Is Mr. Shue here?"

"What? No." Mercedes shook her head.

"See, look now." Santana huffed. "She's up and out of bed. Morning ruined. You may as well come in now." Why the hell did she answer the door? She knew she was going to be in a bad mood now, at least until she could get rid of Mercedes. With a sigh, she reached out and hooked her pinky around Brittany's pinky. It was a familiar comfort she still relied on whenever she felt her aggravation rising.

Brittany understood enough and she leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek, the contact lingering for longer than a moment but just long enough to make Santana melt, her rigid form relaxing. "I love you," Brittany whispered as Mercedes stepped in and shut the door.

Santana nodded. "Me too. You should probably put some pants on." She reached past Mercedes to lock the door. "There's water or sangria in the fridge. Whichever you want. I need to freshen up."

"Sangria? It's not even noon," Mercedes gave Brittany a confused look.

"Santana broke the coffee maker last week after Shane cheated on Carmen," Brittany retrieved her coffee from the nightstand and took a sip.

"Who?"

"It's a super secret tv show invented by lesbians called the L Word. We just started watching it," Brittany pointed to a stack of discs by the TV. "We usually get coffee from the cafe down the block when the pizza place is closed."

"They sell coffee at a pizza place?"

Brittany's brow furrowed. "No, of course not. They have pizza and beer. Why would a pizza place have coffee?"

Santana listened to the voices she could hear through the door with a smile as she washed the sleep from her face and brushed her teeth. Her blood was still rushing through her veins from the memory of Brittany's body against her own. She and Britt had moved out of Mercedes's not long after coming back from their honeymoon. Everyone getting in their business all the time had gotten on her last nerve and they had extra money from the first tour they'd joined Mercedes on. Their new place was small but it was perfect for the two of them and provided their much needed privacy.

She was rinsing her mouth out when the bathroom door suddenly opened, her wife quickly closing the door behind her. "Britt…" Her words were cut off as she was pinned against the sink, lips crashing against her own in a searing kiss. A whimper slipped from her throat and she reached up to caress Brittany's cheek just as she suddenly pulled away.

Brittany licked her lips with a grin. "I love when you taste minty fresh," she said with a wink before leaving just as quickly as she showed up.

Santana gulped, still leaning against the sink as she tried to calm her heart that was trying to climb out her throat. "Shit…" She thought Snix was evil. Snix couldn't hold a candle to Brittany when she was being a brat. With shaking hands, she turned the cold water on and quickly splashed her face once more, hoping to cool down the burning in her cheeks. She never blushed, and somehow Britt managed to coerse it out of her. Britt was going to pay for that later, that was for sure, Santana decided as she dried her face.

Brittany was sitting in the dining area peeling an orange when Santana emerged, looking up through long lashes to give her a small, satisfied grin.

"So, Mercedes. What brings you to our door, interrupting our happy time?" Santana successfully retrieved the croissant from where Brittany had dropped it on the floor before grabbing her coffee. "Surely you didn't miss us that much." She disposed of the croissant before taking a seat at the small table. When Brittany slid over a plate with the orange she'd peeled and segmented, Santana nudged her shoulder. "Thank you."

"Well," Mercedes took a sip of water. "I know you two are enjoying your domestic life of college and blissful unawareness, but I was wondering if you wanted to get back into the studio? I'm cutting a new album and you know people loved those duets between us, Santana. And I'm going on tour which I'll need a choreographer."

Santana looked at Brittany who was nibbling on a section of orange. "I mean, I've got like three weeks of this semester left and Brit is helping Nasa plot a manned mission to Mars…"

"That's top secret," Brittany whispered, removing a seed from her orange.

Mercedes blinked, her mouth opening to comment before she closed her mouth again and shook her head. "Well it's going to take a while. We're planning on a Summer release and a late Summer tour, so you finish your semester and we get our music on. I loved being on tour with Beyonce, but I missed being with my Troubletone homegirls."

Santana nibbled on her own segment of orange, looking over at Brittany. "I'm never against all the glitz and glamor of tour, but what about you? Can you leave for months?"

Brittany shrugged. "I'm sure it will be fine if that's what you want to do." She smiled. "I mean sure, people immigrating to the great nation of Mars is like a huge step for humanity and the constant war and infighting are preventing any significant scientific steps forward, but I like dancing and I like watching you sing."

"Do we still get to travel on your bus?" The last time they'd been on tour, Mercedes had allowed them to stay on her bus which had much larger accommodations than the other buses the others stayed on. After a year of being completely spoiled in their comfortable bed, she was not planning on sleeping without Brittany.

"Of course." Mercedes rolled her eyes. "You know I like keeping my favorite girls close."

"Yeah well, same," Santana winked at Brittany who wrinkled her nose with a grin.

"Experience tells me it's not the same." Mercedes rolled her eyes before she gave them a hopeful look. "Sooo, is that a yes?"

"That's a more than likely," Santana responded. "Thanks Mercedes."

"I'll get the contracts sent over to you for you to have looked over." Mercedes smiled. "I know you want to get me the heck out of your apartment, but how about dinner tonight?"

Santana looked at Brittany who shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't think we have anything planned… for tonight anyway." She gave Brittany a wink. "But we are having a joint anniversary party tomorrow night at that club Blaine is such a fan of."

"Has it been a year already?" Mercedes tilted her head to the side for a moment before nodding. "Wow, yeah. And you agreed to celebrate it with Kurt and Blaine?"

"Of course!" Brittany answered with a bright smile. "Why wouldn't we?"

Santana gave Mercedes a wry smile.

"Yeah, okay." Mercedes stood up, grabbing her purse and sliding her sunglasses on. "So how about a quiet dinner with us girls and then the party with everyone else tomorrow?"

"Sounds good." Santana looked at Brittany. "You should be done in the lab around 5?"

"I dunno. I just leave whenever you show up or if I get bored." Brittany shrugged.

Santana gave Brittany a smile.

"Okay then. I'll text you once I get reservations settled for around 6. Make sure you answer your text messages."

Santana looked around, not seeing her phone anywhere. "Yeah, totally." She pushed herself up. "Let me walk you to the door."

Mercedes snorted. "Enjoy the rest of your morning, ladies."

"Oh we will," Santana said before she closed the door, locking it quickly. When she turned around, she didn't expect to find Brittany just a step away from her. "Hi," Santana managed to get out before she was pushed against the door with a thud.

Mercedes looked back at the door as she heard the loud thump of something hitting it followed by a giggle and just shook her head, heading towards the elevator.