A/N: Thank you to everyone who faved/followed and left reviews.

Just letting you know that this chapter will be a little more NSFW/suggestive than the previous ones. The story changes to an M-rating in the next chapter.

I think anyone who is frustrated with Brittana being dumbasses will be happy with the next chapter. The dance club scene is coming...

AO3: sarcasticscully

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything associated with Glee

Santana was in a terrible mood for the remainder of the night, barely paying much attention to anything the rest of her friends were saying as she was lost in her thoughts. All she could hear was Mercedes' excited voice as she congratulated the blonde. Brittany looked like she was on cloud nine about her date and that made it even worse. Meanwhile, it felt like Santana's world was crumbling.

"Santana!"

She glanced up as Mercedes shouted her name when they finally got back to their apartment. Brittany's smile fell when she eventually locked eyes with Santana again. Santana looked away, downcast as she focused on a chipped area of paint on the wall, a stain on the carpet, anything except Brittany's face. Santana felt like she would just break down and not be able to control her emotions if she continued gazing into those laser eyes of blue for a second more.

"I've been calling your name like ten times," Mercedes complained, narrowing her eyes at the Latina. "What the hell is going on with you? You haven't said a word all night since the karaoke thing. It's not like you."

"Santana, are you okay?" Brittany chimed in, concerned and worrying at her lower lip.

"I don't feel like talking right now." Santana grumbled. What was there to talk about? How she was weirdly devastated about a girl she wasn't even supposed to be attracted to having some stupid date with someone else? After she had promised Brittany she'd help her find a date in the first place? She just sounded pathetic, even to herself.

Brittany was sort of her friend at this point, wasn't she? Despite the weird way they had met, she couldn't deny that there was a closeness between them that she had never really felt with anyone else. She should be happy for Brittany being able to find someone, since she obviously wanted romance in her life more than anything but instead, Santana didn't like it at all.

"You're being such a dumbass, you know." Mercedes just sighed irritably, shaking her head when Santana moved past her to storm into her bedroom, ignoring both her and Brittany.

She was barely awake when she heard Brittany quietly tiptoeing in an hour or two later, obviously thinking Santana was already asleep as she gave her this one sad little look before getting into the bed without saying anything.

Santana was having an amazing dream. Maybe the best dream she had ever had.

She was running her fingers through long, fair hair as this unknown but ridiculously sexy woman was kissing her deeply, open-mouthed and their bodies were submerged up to the waist in water.

There was a waterfall beside them, their bodies pressed up against smooth rock beside it and all she could see was the back of the girl's blonde head, her own hands caressing the pale, flawless skin of the girl's back as if she was watching herself and the woman from a distance. It was the sexiest view imaginable.

Yet Santana was experiencing all the sensations of being kissed and held in her arms, her core tightening and her body heat rising as they continued to makeout. The blonde woman's curves were full and soft against her, her body tall but still somehow slender and petite. Santana had never felt more turned on, the pressure between her legs increasing with each press of their lips as they continued kissing heatedly, a pale leg wrapping itself around Santana's waist.

The girl finally pulled away to take a breath and a shock ran through Santana when she finally saw the delicate, feminine features of her face that were now so familiar to her. The clearest blue eyes were watching her playfully and they seemed to be staring into her soul, pretty freckles dusted over the woman's cheeks only adding to her beauty.

They were both wearing bikinis and it was difficult to think coherently when practically all of her bare body was revealed to Santana's eyes as the skimpy blue fabric barely covered her porcelain skin. Droplets of water trailed down her white skin and her silky hair cascaded down her shoulders in beachy waves, adding to the alluring image.

"Brittany?"

Brittany's mischievous, upturned feline eyes turned seductive as the corners of her pink lips curved upwards in an impish smile.

"I know you want me, Santana," Her soft voice was husky in a way Santana had never heard before and her pale eyelashes fluttered, her eyes turning a more intense shade of ocean blue as they became clouded with lust. Everything about her oozed sex appeal as she leaned in again, nipping Santana's ear as she gasped sharply before pressing searing kisses along the length of her neck. Santana couldn't resist, shuddering and leaning into her more, her hands tightening their grip on Brittany's back. "Don't deny it anymore…"

She was barely conscious of the lewd noises coming out of her own mouth but she didn't care because whatever Brittany was doing with her mouth just felt so good. It was just what she needed. She couldn't stop thinking about seeing what was under that flimsy bikini Brittany was wearing and reached around to untie the back of the blonde's bikini top. "Britt… oh, Brittany."

Then all of a sudden, just when things were getting really good, she was falling. Brittany's angelic face and soft, inviting body disappeared from her arms as the waterfall also faded away. Santana could have cried in frustration.

"What the…?!" Santana sat up in alarm, rubbing her eyes and found herself completely flat on the ground, on what she soon realized was the deflated mattress as a large, grey being was moving across it, the sounds of its claws digging into the material loud in her ears. At first she was still shocked, confused and still… uncomfortably hot and bothered as snapshots of the wet… in more ways than one dream she had just had came back to her.

She clenched her legs together, feeling a familiar aching in her core and groaning when she realized she had just had a fantasy about Brittany of all people. Her body seemed to think it was still in the middle of ravishing a hot girl. She hadn't been a teenager for a while…why were wet dreams happening again? "Oh fuck…"

The next thing she felt was fury as Lord Tubbington finally walked right up the bed and just sat fully on her chest, purring into her ear loudly as he gave her a smug expression, eyes dilated in the darkness. She groaned in annoyance and felt a headache coming on.

"Fucking hell! You fucking punctured the mattress with your little claws!" Santana shouted. She had never had a cat before and this was one thing she had never expected to happen. The floor felt uncomfortably hard against her back and Lord Tubbington just meowed at her loudly, not remotely remorseful.

"Santana, what happened?" She heard the blonde's sleepy, disoriented voice and there was movement on the bed as Brittany leaned over, staring at her. "Were you moaning just now?"

Oh wow. This was embarrassing. The girl who she was literally having a sex dream about had heard her having said dream… she just hoped Brittany hadn't been able to figure out what exactly she was dreaming about. Speaking of that… she really needed to take care of that situation between her legs but there was absolutely no way she could deal with that problem if Brittany was anywhere nearby.

"Britt, your obese cat deflated my mattress!" She complained loudly in a whiny voice.

"He did?" Brittany got up and came over to inspect the mattress. Santana swallowed hard, trying hard to tame her arousal as Brittany came close, grumbling because Lord Tubbington was still sitting on her chest and man was he heavy. What was Brittany feeding this cat? "Oh yeah…he did, totally. I'm so sorry, Santana! I'm sure he didn't mean it but he just doesn't know his own strength sometimes. I'm really sorry and I promise I'll pay you back for this."

"Oh, I think he meant it…" Santana narrowed her eyes at the cat, relieved that the massive weight was lifted off of her as Brittany picked him up and cradled him in her arms. She groaned again, still feeling the discomfort of the hard floor. "That cat hates me. I'm exhausted right now but I can't sleep like this."

There was a long pause as Brittany was speechless, both her and Santana apparently having the same idea about how to solve the issue but not wanting to voice it.

"We could…share, if you want…" Brittany suggested in a small, shy voice, not sure how Santana was going to react and whether she'd completely freak out. Santana's heartbeat quickened when she realized what Brittany meant. "Just for tonight, if that's okay. I mean…it doesn't have to be a big deal. It's really late and you look so tired. Or I can sleep on the couch, if that's easier."

Santana wasn't so sure about it not being a big deal but she was out of options at that point. She debated it in her head for a moment but ultimately her tiredness won out over anything else.

"Okay. Just for tonight." She choked out awkwardly and climbed in beside the other girl under the sheets, trying to maintain some distance between them. Everything felt so confusing between them right now and being in the same bed as Brittany was making her hormones go absolutely crazy. It was just so intimate.

"Night, Santana," Brittany whispered sweetly. "Sweet dreams…"

She felt flustered, wondering if she was just imagining how flirty and coy Brittany sounded when she said the last part. All Santana could think about was how cute Brittany's face was and yet again the idea of her going out with someone really pained her. She tried not to think about the last thing Brittany had said. She shifted around so that her back was facing the blonde and tried to force herself to fall asleep quickly.

When she awakened, she was met with a delicate, familiar scent of some kind of herbal shampoo that she recognized and a light, flowery perfume. Santana jerked awake, realizing that she was curled up against a warm, soft body, her face pressed against bright blonde locks. Her mind spun and she didn't remember bringing home a woman the night before nor did she remember drinking. How drunk had she been?

"Santana?"

Brittany's soft, curious voice made her eyes fly open and she saw that they were cuddled close together. Santana had her arm wrapped around the girl's waist, spooning her from behind and their legs were tangled together even though she had no memory of how they had ended up in that position.

Santana couldn't deny that she had slept well, despite the Lord Tubbington mattress deflation incident and Brittany felt so good in her arms. There was no denying that this was definitely overstepping a boundary and going way beyond just friends territory between the two of them. She tried to think of anything else except the feeling of smooth, silky skin under her fingertips and Brittany's ass literally being pressed up right between her legs, moving against her everytime Brittany writhed slightly.

"Whoa, Britt… I'm sorry. This wasn't - I mean, I hope I haven't made you feel uncomfortable." She mumbled, her voice rough and raspy as all the blood in her body felt like it was heading south. The blonde was quiet but didn't push her away and was totally relaxed in this position, even pushing closer towards her as Santana shivered. It was almost impossible to think about anything except for the friction of their bodies and the fact that they were in bed together wearing so little.

"Not at all. It's fine. You feel good," Brittany replied in that same gentle, calm voice. She turned around in her arms to face her and Santana inhaled sharply as a nervous shiver ran through her, not expecting it. Brittany was so close now, their faces just an inch apart. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah. Except for the whole 'fat cat randomly killing my inflatable bed in the early hours of the morning' thing…"

"You were dreaming about me, weren't you?" Brittany had this sultry, coquettish look on her face that was making Santana squirm as she sat up on her elbow and stared her down. Her bold words took Santana by surprise.

"What?" Santana cleared her throat, avoiding her eyes and trying to play off her embarrassment.

"You were even moaning my name…. It was that kind of dream, wasn't it?" Brittany cupped her chin forcefully, turning Santana's face towards her so their eyes locked intensely. Her light eyes were teasing and so seductive that Santana felt heat crawling up her neck. She had no idea "innocent" Brittany could be such a temptress. "So what happened in your dream?"

Santana squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, trying to tame her arousal. She loved how confident Brittany was acting but it was making her body threaten to overheat. "Brittany…"

Brittany kissed her cheek just once, lingering for a moment with her face hovering so close that Santana could feel her heated breaths. She gasped sharply in shock as Brittany did so. She couldn't control the attraction she had been feeling towards Brittany that had started, if she was being honest, ever since they first met.

Santana charged upwards and kissed her before she could help it, taking Brittany's lower lip between hers.

Santana held her by the nape of her neck, shuddering as their kiss continued and Brittany whimpered into her mouth. She rolled on top, pushing Brittany down against the mattress and moving instinctively against her. God, this girl was driving her out of her mind.

Something very large and furry literally jumping onto her back wasn't exactly what she expected.

"What the fuck?!" Santana yelped as they parted.

"Lord Tubbington!" Brittany shouted at the same time. She was breathless, her kiss-swollen lips proving to be distracting for Santana.

Ugh, that damn cat again, was all Santana could think as she glared at the offending animal who was now proudly cuddled in Brittany's arms after interrupting them and giving Santana what she swore was a mocking look as if he knew exactly what he had just done. Santana was pretty sure Lord Tubbington wasn't a fan of Santana getting so close to his "Mommy" Brittany and this was part of his revenge against the dark-haired woman.

A knock sounded on the door and Santana cursed, too distracted to move fast enough when Mercedes didn't wait for an answer before pushing the door open slightly. She got a full view of Santana and Brittany in bed, still practically cuddled together. At least she hadn't caught them kissing.

"Santana? You're late for… whoa! My eyes! Okay, so that's why I heard all that shouting last night!" Mercedes covered her eyes, grinning. "You could have given me some warning, Santana. I'll just leave you guys to it but I think I'm traumatized for life."

"It's not what it looks like! We're fully dressed! We were just…sharing the bed!" Santana shouted but it was no use because Mercedes had already walked away, shaking her head, obviously still making some wild assumptions about what she had seen. Santana groaned, her head falling back. A moment passed and Brittany was still watching her quietly with this uncertain expression.

"Britt, I…" Santana swallowed, unsure of how to explain herself. She just wanted the blonde so badly so she went for it at that moment but she hadn't thought of what would happen to their relationship after that.

The last thing she wanted was to ruin the sort of friendship they had now by making things awkward but something feral in her just needed Brittany in that moment. The kiss had only lasted for a short moment but both girls had flushed cheeks. "Look… never mind. I'm sorry, I just wasn't thinking. We don't have to talk about this."

"I guess not…" Brittany was crestfallen, most of her boldness from before gone. She didn't know how to tell Santana that she would never be able to forget what had been the best kiss she had ever had but she could tell by the way Santana's body language was so rigid and tense as she turned away from Brittany that she didn't want to talk about anything of this nature.

She and Brittany glanced at each other shyly, both not knowing what to say as they separated and went to get dressed. Santana grabbed some clothes to change into and headed into the shower after Brittany had finished brushing her teeth.

Santana couldn't stop replaying their kiss in her mind for the rest of the day, wondering what it meant for them. They ended up having to continue sharing her bed each night after that. One thing was for sure, she was having a lot more cold showers these days and her hand was starting to ache. She tried to ignore the amused but grossed out look on Mercedes face, blushing when her best friend made a snide comment about how long Santana was spending in the shower these days.

"So they really just record people in real life and make a TV show?" Brittany was still entirely confused by the idea of reality shows. Although the concept of social media seemed to be confusing her even more. "This is real life?"

Santana scoffed, settling in next to the bubbly, blonde girl and Mercedes who seemed to be on the ten millionth episode of binge watching whatever new reality show they were obsessed with after work that afternoon. It was something about people who ran a tow truck company. They seemed to have endless dramas involving towing cars and arguing with each other.

Mercedes gave Santana a weird look at the way she was sitting so far apart from Brittany and pulled her hand back so fast when it accidentally touched the blonde's as they were both reaching for the remote. Santana was kind of grateful for Mercedes' presence as she wasn't sure she could trust herself to be alone with Brittany without saying or doing something stupid again.

"Not…exactly. I mean, it's real but it's still mostly scripted."

Brittany pursed her lips, her blonde eyebrows drawn together and she tilted her head to the side as Santana's explanation made everything more confusing for her.

"I know, it's pretty weird, isn't it?" Santana continued with a small laugh. "I don't know how you two get into these things…I feel like I'm losing brain cells just watching this."

"Ha, you're such a liar, Lopez. I know you're all about the drama and fights on these things. Caught you watching one on your laptop just last night!" Mercedes chuckled as Santana threw some popcorn at her but laughed along with her. " Dramatic isn't quite enough of a word to describe this level of crazy."

"Hey, Santana, this reminds me of you! You should go on one of these shows!" Brittany shouted as one of the women began yelling at the other with a bunch of colourful language and then shoved her back hard and traded punches with her. Santana frowned, groaning but she couldn't deny it. Brittany had this soft, fond smile on her face and didn't even seem to mean her comment as an insult so Santana couldn't exactly be mad about her observation.

"I guess you're right." She shrugged.

"She's one hundred percent right," Mercedes teased.

"Shut up, 'Cedes."

"Hey, Santana, is this good?"

Santana rolled her eyes but leaned over to check what Brittany was showing her. Mercedes had created an account for the blonde on Facebook. Brittany was both confused and bewildered by it but she was trying to learn how it all worked. When Brittany showed her the message she had written, Santana could only gasp in shock. It was an entire wall of text in all caps. She was confused about how Brittany thought that was a good thing.

Brittany had also written what seemed to be a novel about everything she thought about life in one message to send to some new friend she had added. Brittany had added just about anyone she could find on the entire website as a friend, even though Santana warned her to watch out for creeps.

She was also unsure about why the blonde had posed with all of these cheesy faces in the photos and wanted to apply fake tan all over her skin - thankfully she and Mercedes had stopped her - and even asked Santana to rub oil on her body when the blonde had taken photos for dating apps when they started that. The oil rubbing thing hadn't happened either, unfortunately... One thing was for sure; Brittany was the quirkiest person they had ever met.

"Um, it's um… we'll just tweak it a little bit…" Santana replied hesitantly, trying not to hurt Brittany's feelings. This girl was always full of surprises. Seeing the way the blonde pouted a little sadly at not being able to do social media right, she tried to smooth things over. "It's good! I mean… you're going in the right direction, it's just a little long. It's no big deal, really, Britt. Believe me, it doesn't matter that much."

Being mean to Brittany was practically impossible.

"Can we go to the park now?" Brittany asked enthusiastically a few minutes later. Santana smiled gently at the way the blonde had instantly cheered up at the thought of going there. She seemed to find fun in the smallest things in life. She and Mercedes had taken Brittany to the park near to their apartment building quite often even though Santana wasn't a big fan of it.

"Sure. Mercedes, you coming?"

"Nah. I've got some work to catch up on. You guys have a good time." She shouted from her bedroom.

Santana walked along nervously with Brittany, the blonde holding Lord Tubbington on a leash. Santana grunted, annoyed when every few steps they had to stop because Lord Tubbington refused to move any further. Eventually Brittany just sighed, picking up the massive cat and somehow holding him against her chest.

She sat down on the bench beside the blonde, noticing how colourful the sunset was. She never usually noticed details like that but maybe being in Brittany's company was helping her appreciate them. The dark-haired girl noticed that Brittany was quieter than usual, staring wistfully into the distance. She had a glum look on her face.

"What's wrong, Britt? You're usually a little more talkative than this."

"Nothing. Just thinking about my parents and how much I miss them. It's probably the longest I've ever gone without talking to them on the phone. They might be worried about me."

"Oh…" Santana replied, not knowing what to say. That made sense. Brittany seemed very close to her parents. "Hey, you should call them… or video chat them." Brittany got this weird look on her face when Santana mentioned video chatting and she realized that was yet another thing she'd have to explain to her.

"I can't… I can't call them right now. I mean, it wouldn't be possible to call them."

"Okay…" Santana was totally confused but she decided not to press any further after Brittany had given that cryptic response. They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments.

"I really mean it when I say that I'm grateful for everything you've done for me."

"It's not really a big deal but you're welcome." Santana replied. This was bad, she was getting way too attached to Brittany and not just because she was a hot girl with great legs. She was feeling way too comfortable with the blonde just living in her apartment as if she had always been there. She felt a pang in her heart, thinking how much it was gonna hurt when inevitably Brittany would leave.

"The truth is… you're my very best friend, Santana. I just wanted to let you know that. You're the only one who ever tries to understand me and you don't make me feel stupid."

Santana chuckled but couldn't help the warm feeling she got as Brittany said this in such an innocent and honest way. She felt a rush of affection come over her as Brittany beamed at her.

Santana Lopez didn't do friendships. Other than Mercedes who she had reluctantly accepted, she never really set out to make friends, so it was rare that she felt the urge to be close to anyone. Yet, as much as she had the urge to run away from emotional connections, she couldn't deny Brittany this.

"I guess you're my best friend too."

She gasped, startled when Brittany threw her arms around her in a hug. The truth was, the kiss they had shared still kept her awake at night but if this was all she could have with Brittany, she would have to take it. She tried to ignore the tension that was undeniable between them as Brittany finally let go of her but their eyes met for a few heated seconds. She was in way too deep.