A/N: First, I want to ask yall to give prayer to Naya Rivera's family and to everyone she impacted in a beautiful way. I'm still in shock and in deep sadness of her death. I don't really have many words rn. This just goes to show, you never know when you yourself or anyone else will be gone. Take these days to cherish and love one another and do right by each other.

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Brittany frowned and leaned to the side. "And who are you?" She rasped.

Elaine shrugged. "Well I was the one chick that the beautiful woman was dancing with."

Santana turned to the tall blonde. "Britt I-"

Brittany brushed the latina's hands from her arms. "No, it looks like you were all up on my fiance."

"You're fiance?" Elaine shifted her eyes to Santana. She smirked, catching the flustered struggle. "Okay, and...?"

Kitty turned back to Ryder with an apologetic look. "Can you wait for me? I'll be back."

Ryder shrugged, laying a kiss to the blonde's cheek. "I'll be here." He smiled.

Kitty briskly walked through the club crowd to the tense trio. "Hey. I'm going to assume you're Brittany." She looked into the taller blonde's eyes to deter her attention. "We met about a year and some change ago, last time you came to visit."

Brittany cut her eyes from Elaine to Kitty. "Yeah, I remember you. Good to see you Kitty."

"And I know that Santana is even more excited to see her favorite person in the world back in her presence." She briefly held Brittany's hand and gave her a reassuring smile.

Elaine rolled her eyes. "Well, I think I need another drink… Kitty, wanna join me?" She didn't wait for her to respond before she began to walk off towards the bar.

Brittany moved to walk after the tall brunette, but Kitty quickly stepped in front of her. Santana's frown deepened as she grasped the belt loops of her trousers. "Britt, don't." The latina panicked. Kitty locked eyes with Brittany's now normal blues eyes and shook her head quickly with wide eyes.

Mercedes watched the scene unfold as Quinn quickly dragged her along to where they were. Elaine passed by them and Quinn grabbed her arm. "What did you do 'Laine? Brittany's fucking pissed."

Elaine shrugged her hand off and smacked her lips together. "Not shit, Q. Just going to get a drink."

Mercedes tugged Quinn to the area again. When the duo reached them, they saw Kitty trying to catch Brittany's attention, the taller blonde's eyes burning with slight rage into Santana's eyes. Her mouth was moving and face very close to the latina's, so she had to be speaking to her. Santana stood stock still like someone kicked her puppy, her brown eyes wavering from her mate's to the club floor. Mercedes slightly cringed at the scene.

Kitty rubbed at her eyebrow. "I'm going to go get that drink with Elaine."

Quinn watched Elaine walk away then turned to her mate. Mercedes shared her same look of concern as she pursed her lips together in uncertainty. The short-haired blonde sighed and looked to Brittany. Said girl had apparently stopped talking to the latina, now stating her down with an intense gaze, jaw tight. Santana played with her fingers, biting her bottom lip. "We can leave if you guys want…"

Santana looked up at her. "No, no, it's okay." She shook her head. "Britt and I will go ahead and head back home. You guys stay. I know y'all want to have fun."

Mercedes stepped in. "Are you sure? We don't want you to feel left out or anything."

It was Brittany's turn to shake her head. "It's okay, we'll be okay. Stay here." She rested a hand on her mates waist. "We'll see you all later."

Quinn nodded. "If you're sure, then ok."

Quinn and Mercedes gazed at the couple gliding through the club towards the exit. The ebony girl sighed. "Well shit…"

"Yeah." Quinn responded. "They'll be fine though." They headed to the bar where Kitty was reacquainted with Ryder, Elaine was chatting it up with a tall dark skinned woman. Quinn gave Elaine a glance and the brunette lifted an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Don't be stupid, okay?" She urged.

Elaine waived off her friend. "I won't be."

Brittany and Santana walked along the path to the townhome, the cab already pulling off into the night. The blonde keeping her mouth shut the whole ride, her eyes glued to her mate.

Santana was the first to walk up the few steps to the front door to unlock it. Once inside, Brittany shut the door. Santana turned to the young woman, biting her bottom lip. Brittany kept her eyes on her as she closed and locked the door. Slowly, she stepped to Santana. "So, who was that?"

The latina opened her mouth, but sputtered. She took a breath before speaking again. "One of Quinn's friends and colleagues, Elaine. Mercedes and I met her at the annual gala Yale holds every year."

"She's quite smitten for you."

"She's only a friend." She matched the taller girl's steps, only walking backwards into the foyer.

"A friend that wants a piece of what's mine. And only mine."

A silence took Santana and she sighed.

"Am I right?" Brittany cocked her head to the side.

Santana shook her head in defiance and rolled her eyes. "Look, she wouldn't have gotten anywhere anyway Britt." She turned her back and walked to the living room.

Brittany frowned and briskly walked towards her mate. "I don't fucking care Santana! She was way too close for comfort!" She growled.

Santana rolled her eyes and turned ready to sit upon the couch. "Brittany, I'm sorry. I really am, but we were all just out having a good time trying to feel good and relax. Noth-"

"Oh, so the moment you have a moment of weakness, you look for another bitch for comfort? Okay Santana." Brittany crossed her arms, a hair's distance from Santana.

Santana narrowed her eyes. Brittany knew she wouldn't ever cheat on her, but could you blame her. 'Fucking full moon'

"Don't even Brittany. You know I would never." Santana seethed.

The words came out before Brittany could stop them, a bit of anger leading her on. She knew herself and she wasn't one to argue, but her territorial emotions of the young woman continued to uncover. "You knew what her intentions were, and you still let her in too close. Did you not think to tell me about Elaine? You know, so I wouldn't be blindsided by another chick that so wants in your pants?!"

"Britt, I wanted to, but I didn't want you to worry."

Brittany scoffed. "Yeah, good job at keeping away the worry."

Santana threw her purse to the side and started to kick off her heels. "You know what, whatever. It's your first night back and I'm sorry you had to see something that made you really uncomfortable. What I'm not going to let you do though, is hear you accuse me of starting to do something that was far from any intentions you think I had." Her voice wavered.

Brittany clenched her jaw. Yes she felt a bit sorry for accusing her of such actions, but with her yearning for her mate and the night of the full moon, she couldn't help it. Before Santana could walk off to the stairs, she grabbed her wrist to reign her back to where she previously was. With a quickness, she wrapped her pale arms around the girl's waist and claimed her lips for her own.

Santana, still filled with hurt and slight anger tried to push away from Brittany. Brittany continued to suck on the latina's bottom lip and prod her tongue atop of it. Forcing her lips away, Santana turned her head to the side. "Britt, I just-"

Brittany followed her lips and pressed a soft kiss to them then trailed her own from her tan cheek to her open neck. "I just missed you. I can't stand to see someone touching you like that."

Santana felt the girl's lips sucking on her neck and melted slightly. "I know, I'm sorry." She said softly. A hand traveled down to the bottom of her dress.

"I'm sorry too." Brittany's hand pushed up, sliding her dress towards her waist. "There's no one for you, but me." Santana's hands against her shoulders rubbed them. The latina closed her eyes and submitted to her mate's touches.

Brittany pressed herself further into Santana's body, a finger pulling at the lace red panties that greeted her fingers once her fingers wandered under the latina's piece. She didn't hesitate to push her down onto the couch and climb in between her legs. She connected their lips again, pulling at the lace. Santana didn't even think twice when she heard the lace snap as Brittany teared the cloth from her hips.

Forgoing the fabric in her hands, Brittany pressed her fingers against her mate's sex, rubbing north to south. Regardless of the tense situation beforehand, Santana couldn't help but moan at her mate's touch, senses heightened from the night's moon and infiltrating sent of what is just Brittany. It's been too long since the blonde has been back home. A moan escaped both of their lips when Brittany slid a lone finger into her center. The simple move was enough for the both of them to be sent straight into euphoria.

Brittany didn't waste time to start a fast pace, digging her digits into her mate's wet heat. The wanton moans and breath against her lips urged her on. Herself growing harder at each second that passed. The fever inside began to rise and she used her other hand to push one of Santana's tan thighs apart and continued her assault in the silky home where her fingers entered back and forth repeatedly.

Santana didn't hold back, pulling at the crop top Brittany wore; not even a slip of air could get in between the two. The build up in the pit of her stomach ached for release and her breathing picked up. A simple touch from her lover was almost toxic and lustful...sinful even. She didn't know what to do with herself and the moment those long fingers grazed that spot in her heat, her conscious crashed hard. "Fuck Britt!"

Brittany let her fingers ride out the young woman's orgasm then pulled them away. Quickly, she worked to rid herself of her shirt, trousers and undergarments, doing the same for the panting latina beneath her for her dress. She sat up straight on her knees, peering at Santana with love and intensity. She stroked her length with one hand while the other grasped at her mates ankle that stood high beside her shoulder. The two locked eyes as the blonde slowly worked with her lone hand to undo the straps of the stileto. Once that one was off and thrown to the side, she worked to get the other one off. Fire lit the trail fingertips traveled up tan legs. "I know you're mine. Can't anyone change that." Brittany purred.

"And don't let anyone change that." Santana sighed. She pulled the blonde closer again and attached her lips in fury. A low moan escaped her plump lips as she felt herself filled with the blonde's length. Her elongated nails stretched and her hands clenched her mate's pale shoulders.

Brittany shuttered and exhaled against Santana's face, finally relishing in the passion she missed so much. She started to piston her hips in and out fast, claws tearing through the suede arm of the couch.

Moans and groans sounded though the townhome as the two lovers didn't hold back, lust and love filled the air and neither of them wanted to stop. Brittany's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her head fell to the side, settling in Santana's neck. "Santana… You feel so good."

"Harder, Britt." The latina exhaled.

The blonde was ever so quick and eager to follow her orders. It wasn't long before she felt the warm walls around her shaft quiver and tense. Their bodies moved in tandem each knock into the smaller girl felt like they sank more and more into the couch, the large pillows in a disarray on the floor or almost falling to the floor.

Santana's moans increased in volume. Brittany leaned up by her hands placed on either side of raven waves. She watched her mate's face contort in pain mixed with pleasure because of her...because of Brittany, and Brittany only. No one else. A pale hand reached to push the girl beneath her into her strokes. She felt the slight precipitation explode from her mate's sex and onto her lower stomach. Even with the few times this happened, it was still a huge turn on when it happened during their sexual heat in between the two and oncoming orgasm was approaching the blonde fast and she knew the same for Santana.

The hand clutching Santana's shoulder shifted to the exposed tan neck and she circled her fingers around the exposed area, squeezing just enough to catch her fiance's attention. When Santana's hooded eyes opened slightly, glowing topaz orbs connected with fierce silver orbs. The pulse under Brittany's hands increased. "You're mine, and only mine." She claimed.

"Yes, baby!" Santana threw her head back and her back arched, hand clutching at the one holding her throat. The other aggressively scratched against the cushion that lied below her head, tearing through it. "Fuck I'm coming!"

Brittany pushed into her with continued force and closed the distance between them. Her free arm slid under her shoulder to hold her. The shuttering gasps and moans in her ear sent her body into overdrive, her increasing pants ghosting against Santana's ear. The last couple hard strokes made her orgasm strike like lightning and she hit a hard pause. The hardest one she's had since the last time she's visited didn't hold back. Her other hand released the tan neck and quickly held on to the arm of the couch, snapping the frame of it with force.

Exhaust haunted the two of them. Santana soon felt herself drifting into a sleepy bliss on what felt like a bed of velvet roses. She dragged her hands and landed them atop of the blonde's shoulders, holding her tight and lazy at the same time. Brittany released a shaky exhale and melted more into the girl under her. Her shaft still engulfed in her mate's warm walls, she slowly pulled out, but still didn't move an inch from her position.

It wasn't long before sleep claimed the two.

Back at Bounce, the four continued to party on, confident that the two lovers would work things out. Quinn still worried a little about Brittany, sensing the state of her best friend's emotions when she was at the club. Mercedes saw the pensive look on her face and leaned in for a kiss to her cheek. "They...they'll b-be fine, babe." She slurred.

Quinn took her eyes off the floor and smiled at the girl for a moment. "Yeah. Yeah I know."

"Good." Quinn took in her fiance's look and chuckled. Mercedes was currently hanging off the blonde, clearly struggling to stand while she downed a shot of patron. The hand holding the glass dropped and the hot glass was released from her grasp and dropped to the floor with a thud. "Someone's a little drunk...Eh?" Quinn slurred.

Kitty and Ryder were practically dry humping against the bar side and Elaine managed to get the bartender to let her buy a whole nother bottle of hennessy earlier, the bottle three quarters empty and in her hand. Elaine stumbled to Quinn. "I s-s-s…" She burped. "Swear, Q… I think Cedes is bout do-done ove-..."

"Uhuh, yeah. Bout that time?" The blonde questioned.

Kitty pulled away from Ryder and laid her head on the boy's broad chest. "We sh-should g-go y'all. Got other p-plans tonight." The smirked she tried to display pulled into a full blown drunken grin.

They all agreed and slowly, but surely stumbled through the exit. Quinn stood still swaying and Mercedes was leaned against a thick pole. Elaine had finally gotten a small grip and called for an uber. Quinn turned to Elaine. "Is okay if Cedes and I s-spenanight? Kitty is definitely gettin some. I don- wanna hear that." She asked. In her mind, she knew they had to talk about what happened earlier, but this was a conversation that even in her drunk mind, should be done sober.

The uber van pulled up and they began to climb in. "Yeah, sure."

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