A/N: This is where the story heats up a little. Mind the change to an M rating. Big thanks to my best friend and fellow fic writer Frankenfinn for inspiring a lot of the situations in this story. I'll be exploring more about Brittany's past in the next chapters and how that affects her relationship with Santana.

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Santana frowned as she watched Rachel leave. It was so typical of Rachel to just get all huffy that she didn't have everyone's full attention on her for even a second and Santana was furious that her sister had made a scene like that in front of Brittany. If the short brunette thought Santana was going to drop everything to cater to her, then she had another thing coming. Rachel could be as bratty as she wanted to be but Santana wasn't William Schuester the sappy pushover; she wasn't the type to give in to that.

"Hmm, so I don't think I'm her favourite person." Brittany joked with a small laugh, leaning back against the cushions. Santana sighed, relieved that Brittany was making light about the whole thing.

"My sister's an idiot and she just wants me to react. Don't be bothered about her. I sure as hell am not."

"It's alright. I have a little sister, Tiffany who's much younger and a ton of little cousins, so I know how it is."

Brittany glanced over at her with concerned eyes after they had remained in comfortable silence for a few minutes, noticing that Santana's soulful dark eyes were downcast and she still had that serious expression.

"Are you upset?" She asked gently, touching her shoulder. The younger girl shivered slightly at the touch, looking at her hand but didn't push her away.

Santana shook her head, rolling her eyes at the thought of her sister. She didn't care in the least what her sister did. In fact, the more Rachel ignored her, the better, as far as she was concerned.

"Wouldn't be the first fight in this family by a long shot, if you can call that a fight. There's nothing to be upset about. I could care less. If Rachel wants to walk out and not talk to me then that's an added bonus of this trip. I'm sick of babysitting her nerdy, flat little ass anyway."

Santana began to feel better as she drank her soothing tea. It was somewhat bland as she found tea usually was but Brittany was right about it settling her stomach and she liked the slightly spicy heat from the ginger. She had never had it before but Brittany found a packet that Will and Emma had probably dropped over earlier and made it for her. She felt guilty about Brittany being her well... caretaker for the second time since they had met and was about to voice that when the girl surprised her by bringing up another topic.

"Any plans for Christmas this year?"

"Nope," Santana bit out, popping the P for emphasis and she began to rant. "I hate Christmas. Everything about it. I hate all the fucking elves, and Santas and chipmunks and the crowded malls. I hate eggnog and sugar cookies. It's a toss up between what's worse - that or Valentine's Day. I don't even want to think about it. My family's going to be extra annoying this year too, I can just feel it."

Brittany was silent for a long moment, her smile slipping away and for a moment Santana was worried she had offended her for real by being such a jerk.

"Whoa… sorry, I guess that sounded really negative… Brittany, I don't mean to…"

"How can you hate Christmas, Santana? You hate Santa and presents?"

"I just… I don't want… it's better if I don't talk about it. Sorry." Santana mumbled, past memories that she didn't want to think about resurfacing that reminded her of the deeper reason why she couldn't stand the holiday. She shifted uncomfortably, slipping into a dark mood for a moment.

"That's fine," Brittany smiled softly, as perky and bubbly as she always was. "I hope it doesn't offend you but I love Christmas. It's my second favourite day after Valentine's Day and Halloween. We never had much money for gifts or anything but my parents always used to leave out cookies and milk, set up a big Christmas tree that we decorated together and then Lord Tubbington would knock it over when he tried climbing it. He thought it was meant for him."

Santana could imagine how cute Brittany probably was in her childhood as a little blonde girl with pigtails in a pink outfit waiting impatiently on Santa Claus to arrive. She bit her lip, thinking about all the money her own parents had that they didn't know what to do with and how she wished she could have given some of it to Brittany's family. Though it was ironic that Brittany seemed much happier with the simple pleasures than Santana with all her wealth and luxury was.

"So I guess in that case you won't like the little gift the fairies left you when you weren't looking, Ms. Scrooge." Brittany chuckled and smirked at her teasingly, pointing at Santana's black coat that was hanging up in the closet. Santana peered at her curiously before going up to inspect it and finding a candy cane in the front pocket that she hadn't noticed.

"Oh wow, thanks. You're sneaky." Santana laughed, not knowing what to say as Brittany pulled out a pink candy cane she had somehow hidden on herself. It was so cute how Brittany always seemed to have an endless supply of sugary treats on her. The tall, lithe girl looked adorable in her ballet slipper pink sweater, her long blonde hair flowing with soft waves in a princess-like fashion past her shoulders and a pink, glossy shade on her lips. She was the prettiest girl Santana had ever seen and she couldn't believe her luck that Brittany seemed to like her enough to want to be around her, as maybe more than just a ski instructor.

"Oh wow… oops. Time really got away from me. That kind of always happens to me. I was supposed to meet Finn for lunch," Brittany pulled out her phone, texting the tall man to apologize. "I'll see if he still wants to meet up."

Santana couldn't hide her disgruntled expression, a little jealous of the idea of Brittany hanging out with that walrus, Finn even though she knew based on what the blonde said that there was nothing going on between them. She just wanted to be with Brittany for a little longer before the girl inevitably had to go back to teaching her classes.

"Would um… would you like to get lunch… with me?" The black-haired girl asked, suddenly feeling incredibly shy and awkwardly stumbling over her words as Brittany watched her. She was normally way smoother than this, even though she never had a girlfriend before she did know how to flirt and look cool but at the moment, she was terrified of looking stupid in front of the blonde. Here she was, rambling like a total loser because Brittany was different to any other girl. It felt like she was asking her out on a date almost even though of course, they were only sort of friends and she didn't want to make Brittany uncomfortable by misreading her intentions. "It would be my treat, of course. I won't be able to eat much but you're probably starving. I mean, you don't have to or anything, I can totally understand if you don't want to be with one of your ski students or you'd prefer to hang out with your friend but… we can go anywhere you want or order in from room service maybe?"

"I'd love to!" Brittany instantly responded with a smile that calmed Santana's nerves and made her wonder what she was so scared about.

The moment Finn was dreading came sooner than he hoped. He was just going about his usual routine, stretching out his legs with some lunges before his beginner's class. He had a big class ahead with some people he had been teaching for a while and other guests at the hotel who had just joined that day. Then a high-pitched, very loud, and feminine voice could be heard as Rachel Berry called out his name, hobbling toward him in her skis. She was panting heavily as if she had just ran for miles and bent over, clutching her sides.

"Hello Finn! I'm here!"

"Um… you're fifteen minutes early." He stated in a deadpan voice. Rachel just smiled at him in that crazed way she had been doing, apparently not bothered by his irritation with her, even though he had allowed it to slip into his voice this time, no longer bothering to feign politeness.

"I believe in always being punctual. It's better to be as early as possible, my daddy always says. Perhaps you can give me some tips while we're… all alone together."

It was just a class, Finn reasoned to himself. All he had to do was finish the class like he always did and leave, then he wouldn't have to think about Rachel Berry and her pushy ways. He winced, realizing he had his work cut out for him when Rachel fell into the fresh snow three times on her way over to him, groaning each time. He had met plenty of people who were complete beginners throughout the years but he had never seen anyone this bad at handling them before. At least she was wearing all the right equipment this time.

Other students began to arrive, all giving Rachel strange looks because of her shrill voice and clumsy ways as she continued to rant to her instructor about everything she heard about skiing. She fell over yet again and Finn noticed that she wasn't lined up with the other students when he began to teach them the first steps.

"Rachel, what are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow, walking up to her and holding out his hand when she just lay in the snow for what felt like a million years, looking completely helpless. She took his hand, allowing him to help her stand up in the skis. "We have to get started. Come on."

"Thank you for your assistance, Finn." She stood up, saluting him like a soldier and Finn resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he kept as much distance between them as possible, trying to focus on the other students. He'd feel her big brown eyes on him every now and then as he skied down the slope, and told everyone what they needed to do. He believed in making everything as simple as possible and letting the students learn through experience. He enjoyed the sport a lot and snowboarding even more, so it excited him to see others having the same thrill whenever they figured out how to do what he showed them for the first time.

"Um… not to question your expertise but I read a guidebook three times before coming here and I think you may have this wrong. Are you sure that we shouldn't technically be holding our arms more like this?"

Finn turned to face her, annoyed at the interruption. She was technically right but he couldn't believe Rachel was going to argue with him about skiing. He shook his head, thinking now that he looked at her properly how ridiculous and tiny Rachel looked in the big jacket and equipment. She was the smallest person in the class.

"Rachel, you don't need to read a book to ski. Please just… do what I'm saying. No more interruptions." He tried to keep his voice even and normal.

Rachel did as he said, the other students whispering among each other and casting her irritable looks. Rachel tried to ski down the gentle slop and fell again. It was clear to everyone that she was very uncoordinated and terrible at skiing even on the bunny slopes but Finn had to hand it to her - she definitely had guts to keep at it so persistently. Finn knew delicate, girly girls like Rachel who typically stayed at the resort. They usually just wanted to look cute in their fancy ski outfits and scope out single guys on the slopes but never actually wanted to try skiing, so it surprised him that she was even giving it a fair shot. Finn let out a sigh as he went back to teaching, hoping for no more drama but then her shrill voice could be heard again not long after that.

"Finn! Wait… I don't think I'm getting the formation right. Can you help me?"

Finn sighed, gritting his teeth as he shuffled over to where the small brunette was standing. It was probably the tenth time she had held up her hand, waving it like it was a high school class and asked him for more help. Before that she complained that her hair was tangled in her helmet and that she had broken another one of nails. Finn noticed that they were long and yellow with little black stars painted on them.

Each time, Finn would do his best to smooth things over and she'd give him that obsessive fangirl stare that set off alarms in his head. It was so obvious that Rachel had never had a boyfriend before, far less talked to a boy in her age group, so that was why she was latching onto him so hard. She was clearly a lot younger than Finn was and maybe that was why she looked up to him like he was some god. He hated that feeling of being idolized.

The tall man breathed a sigh of relief when the time came for the class to end about two hours later. He was about to slip away as quickly as he could after congratulating the skiers on finishing their first lesson. Before he could make his escape, Rachel Berry was rounding on him again.

"Your class was so amazing. I learned so much," She gushed, following him and continuing to ramble really fast even though Finn wasn't paying attention to her. She always spoke so fast and used so many big fancy words that he couldn't understand her. "I was wondering if… maybe if you don't have another prior engagement we could… maybe partake in hot chocolate together?"

Finn lost his temper, finally flipping around to face her. It took a lot for Finn to lose his cool but Rachel was really testing his patience.

"Look Rachel, I have a headache and you're well… kind of loud. Really loud, actually. Look, I know you like me and you want us to, I don't know… date or something during your family vacation just because I'm teaching you how to ski but I'm not going to be your boyfriend! So just… stop looking at me like that all the time and stop being so… intense."

Rachel's expression fell and for a long moment she looked so sad that Finn thought she was going to break down crying. Her lower lip trembled and her big brown eyes got all glassy. Oh great… as much as he couldn't stand being around Rachel most of the time, he didn't want to make any girl cry. Though in the back of his mind, he was annoyed, thinking that Rachel was probably just accustomed to getting her way all the time and maybe this was the first time she hadn't got what she wanted just because she was rich.

"Sorry, Rachel. I don't want to be mean… You can still come to the classes and learn how to ski, okay," He mumbled, against his better judgment, feeling really guilty when Rachel had been uncharacteristically silent for what felt like an eternity, frozen in place. "I have to go now."

Rachel remained silent and wiped a tear from her eye. She dropped down onto the snow, pulling her knees up to her chest staring into the distance glumly as more snow fell and she realized how completely alone she felt. First Santana had chosen someone else over her and now Finn had rejected her completely.

Santana couldn't stop thinking about Brittany's bright eyes and soft smile after the girl had left. Instead of getting expensive room service, Brittany had ordered a pizza for them with all kinds of crazy toppings and they sat around on the floor casually eating it. Santana had insisted on paying for it and Brittany beamed at her so cutely. Santana had never paid for anything so fast in her life.

She cursed herself for how she was behaving like a giddy schoolgirl. This was ridiculous. She couldn't let herself think about Brittany like that. The black-haired girl smiled to herself mischieviously, noticing that Rachel was still pouting when she let her into Will and Emma's room later that night for some family bonding time their parents had insisted on. She felt a little bad that Rachel was curled up on the couch, looking extremely depressed and so small. She wasn't even saying a word to any of them. It wasn't like her.

"Look, here. Catch!" Santana muttered, throwing her the yellow and white striped, lemon-flavoured candy cane Brittany had given her. Rachel flinched, not catching it in time and the candy cane landed on her chest. It wasn't much but both her and Rachel knew what it meant even though Santana wasn't saying it - a peace offering. "Are you done being mad at me yet, Hobbit?"

Rachel made a noise of disapproval in the back of her throat but she couldn't hide the way her eyes widened in delight for a second at the treat, not refusing it. She refused to make eye contact with Santana still. Will and Emma were watching them nervously from the other side of the room, unsure whether they should intervene or not as they set up all of the room service they had ordered. Will might have been a big Broadway producer but he never had any idea how to solve these issues between his girls.

"Girls, c'mon. Let's be mature. There's no need for all of this fighting, let's have a peaceful family dinner tonight."

"Tell that to her! She's the one always picking on me!" Rachel shouted, pointing at Santana and holding back a sob as she thought about the horrible day she had. It was clear that the brown-haired girl still hadn't forgiven her. Santana opened her mouth to argue but then stopped herself, taking a deep breath. Rachel was trying to provoke her into a fight but she wasn't going to give in to it for once, shockingly because she saw how upset Rachel seemed to be. On a scale of nine to ten on Rachel tantrums, this was an eleven.

"Okay, Rachel. Calm down, Sweetheart," Will came up to her and hugged her. Rachel was grateful for the hug, burying her face in his chest and sobbing while Emma and Santana just watched on, confused but also very accustomed to how dramatic the youngest girl was at times. "You know you can talk to me if there's something bothering you."

"What, is this about Brittany or something? Did that oaf who teaches you do something bad to you? Huh?" Santana finally relented and asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this. Her coal dark eyes narrowed as she thought of that last possibility. As irritating as her sister was, she didn't like the thought of her being all on her own with that massive giant of a man. Rachel wouldn't know how to handle men. If Finn had made Rachel feel uncomfortable by making a pass at her or something, Santana was going to have to fight him and she wasn't sure she was strong enough to fight against a million pounds of whale blubber in the frozen tundra.

"I don't want to talk about it!"

"I'm going to eat if she's not coming." Santana stated flatly with a shrug after Rachel continued to whimper, no longer interested in trying to settle things with her sister. She didn't really feel like food but it was better than listening to Rachel whine about something to their annoying, pushover dad. Santana's lack of interest only made Rachel more upset.

"You're not my sister!"

"Fine. Whatever. I'm not, if that's how you want it to be. See if I care." Santana snarled icily, picking up her knife and stabbing into the steak ferociously as Emma paced nervously nearby.

In the following days, Santana and Rachel didn't speak at all. Rachel was deliberately trying to show how long she could last without caving and talking to her. Santana knew that ultimately, Rachel would be the one to crack first and if the brunette was going to act like this, then Santana was going to show her just how good she was at ignoring her. The feud was bitter and intense. Rachel was spending all of her time in her hotel room, not even doing her ski lessons anymore, which struck her as odd, even for her. However, Santana was more distracted by the raunchy dreams she had been having about kissing and touching her ski instructor.

She woke up sweaty and feeling this pressure between her legs everytime she had one of her late night fantasies, overheated and so wet that it was embarrassing. Her flimsy pajama shorts were sticking to her, making heat rise to her face and more than once, she'd couldn't resist slipping a hand between her legs and trying to get off, thinking about pale breasts, pink lips and curved hips. Her thoughts would drift to the way Brittany's hands felt on her biceps, on her thighs and abs whenever the ski instructor tried to help her get into the proper position. She'd get worked up fast, thinking of perfect, womanly curves and playful blue eyes, feel that familiar pull and then... nothing. No fireworks or relief from the pressure. It was enough to drive her insane.

"I know we aren't speaking but are you feeling okay? You're acting all… peculiar lately." Rachel looked up at her one night when Santana finally got out of an ice cold shower and collapsed onto the bed face down. It was true that Santana had been even more distant from the rest of the family than she usually was.

The younger sibling had been sitting around in Santana's room, neither of them talking to each other but Santana hadn't chased her out even when Rachel put on a recording of Phantom of the Opera on Broadway. She was too lost in her thoughts about Brittany to even register Rachel's presence or the feud.

Santana buried her head into her pillow, muffling a groan. This was one issue she definitely couldn't talk to Rachel or anyone else about. Not that she wanted to talk to her sister about anything in the first place but Rachel would have no idea what she was even talking about anyway, even if she attempted to explain. This was humiliating. Having all of these thoughts about Brittany S. Pierce and her many revealing photoshoots was torture, especially when she tried everything to make the dull ache between her legs go away and she couldn't quite… get there, so to speak. Santana had never had this particular problem before at all.

"Is it… you know what?" Rachel asked, lowering her voice, while blushing slightly and glancing around like if she wanted to make sure they were alone before she engaged in such an inappropriate talk. "Lady issues?"

Santana shook her head. She remembered a time many years ago when a different Rachel had first looked at her with that shy expression.

At fourteen years old, Santana thought she had it made. Sure, she wasn't into boys at all, which was one humiliating secret she hoped no one would expose but she was one of the most popular girls at her elite private school, envied by everyone, even the jocks, for her status. Her body had grown more slender, taller and adult as she finally made it past the gawky stage she hated so much. The only thing she hated was the acne she got every so often that she could never seem to see the end of.

Her little sister on the other hand was still a chubby-cheeked, short and childish-looking girl with a little mouse-like baby voice who was the most unpopular kid at school. Santana dreaded being seen with the constantly bullied, friendless Rachel, especially when Quinn Fabray and the other head cheerleaders she wanted to impress were around.

"Mom! Daddy! Come quick!" Santana heard Rachel shout from her bedroom that was down the hall. As their house was so massive, it would take five minutes to even get to her sister's room. Santana was alone just in her own room, listening to music to beat the boredom but her sister's ear splitting shrieks caught her attention. "I think - I think I'm dying!"

That certainly grabbed Santana's attention. There was nothing unusual about Rachel Berry being dramatic but it was the first time Rachel talked about impending death and she sounded way more panicky than normal.

"What's the matter, Sweetheart?" Will's concerned, fatherly voice could be heard.

"I'm bleeding a lot from… from my…" Rachel's voice trailed off and Santana's eyes shot open, alarmed. It was pretty obvious what was happening. Santana laughed awkwardly, thinking about how uncomfortable their old-fashioned father probably was. Will began to panic, almost as much as his daughter was.

"Bleeding? What do you mean bleeding? Where are you hurt?"

Santana sighed, exasperated. She threw down her earbuds and angrily stomped down the corridor.

"She means she has her period," She explained to Will, who looked like he was about to faint as he blinked at her for a very long moment, taking this in. Then she turned to Rachel who was still shrieking as if she was being murdered. "You're not dying, not today, okay? Now just shut up."

"H-her… her period… Oh. Oh." Will stammered, alarmed that his little girl was growing up so fast. Will wasn't very good at handling this type of situation at all and he was desperate to get past the awkward situation as Rachel stared up at him nervously with her innocent eyes, looking for guidance. "Um… I think Mom would be better at helping you with this. Emma! Um… Rachel has a... girl problem."

Santana just shook her head while Emma came over and gave Rachel a very long, awkward talk that didn't explain her dilemma very well. It was useless. The older sister cringed, trying to drown out everything with her music. It wasn't too surprising that this was finally happening. After all, Rachel was going to be turning twelve in September.

Santana noticed Rachel kept glancing at her nervously the next day as she shuffled uncomfortably around, clutching her stomach. She knew what that meant but she also really didn't want to get involved in this particular situation.

"What?" She eventually snapped when Rachel kept following her wherever she went, even when Santana went to a different room.

"Santana…my stomach hurts so bad." She moaned theatrically, acting like she was dying.

"You're not dying," Santana responded as Rachel continued to whimper and then cry out about how terrible it all was. "Rachel, it's just your period. We all have them. Calm down. You'll have plenty more of them to look forward to."

"But it hurts! I don't know what to do."

Santana stared at her for a moment, wincing and feeling sympathy for the small girl when she noticed how pale and sickly she looked. She walked around, gathering some pills she had in her purse with a glass of water and getting out a hot water bottle.

"Here. Take two of these every four hours. The heat will help your stomach too. Just lie down already, you're making me dizzy." Santana explained, annoyed that she was having to act like a parent to the little girl, as she often did. Emma was constantly busy working and wasn't very good at explaining puberty to anyone at the best of times. Santana had learned almost everything she knew about sex and puberty from TV or from kids at school.

"Thanks, Santana. I can't thank you enough." Rachel sighed, laying on the couch as Santana had instructed and pressing the hot water bottle to her stomach. She did look a little brighter than she had a few minutes ago.

Santana just grunted in acknowledgment but rolled her eyes, noticing the way Rachel was limping around clumsily half an hour later. She grabbed Rachel's hand, pulling her upstairs into her bedroom's adjoining bathroom. This was incredibly awkward and annoying but she couldn't deal with the sight of Rachel looking so helpless like a lost puppy and doing everything wrong. A blush rose to her own face and she tried to keep this as short as possible.

"Look, I can't believe I'm doing this but Emma and Will are going to be useless so listen up. This is what you need to wear for now and that's just a tampon," She showed Rachel who looked terrified of the tampons. "For the pads… don't wear the really big ones or everyone will laugh at you. I'm pretty sure you're also doing it wrong..."

Rachel looked at her so gratefully with big, adoring eyes the same way she always looked at her. Santana frowned in annoyance, ignoring her as Rachel followed her after she had done her best to explain everything Rachel needed to know about feminine hygiene products. This was her limit; she was not going to be giving this girl a sex talk too although she had a feeling that duty would also go to her when the time came for it and she dreaded that.

"You're so cool, Santana. You're... you're the best sister in the world!"

"Congrats, you're officially a woman now, Hobbit," Santana told her, ruffling her hair. She could tell that Rachel wanted to hug her but she wasn't going to do that. No way. "Hey, no touchy feely chick flick moments."

"Oh my goodness… I'm… I'm a woman?"

"It means don't sleep with boys ever or you'll get pregnant and maybe die, Chipmunk." Santana added darkly before walking away on that cryptic note.

"It's nothing, Rachel," Santana muttered in the present, turning over on her side and trying to hide how much she sort of well… missed talking to Rachel when she thought about moments like that from their past. "Just go to bed. Not here, though. Definitely not here."

"Is this like that time when you you were fourteen and you had that dream about girls and then Dad said to leave you alone and not talk about it..."

"Rachel!"

"Oh sorry I wasn't supposed to talk about that."

"Rachel Berry, one of these days I'm going to murder you and become an only child."

Santana continued attending lessons each day, graduating to the intermediate level at the blue square and relieved but simultaneously annoyed that she wasn't the only adult student around anymore. The downside of it was competing for Brittany's attention a lot more than she already had been. Santana glared at some flirty guy Brittany was talking to during class. She was thinking about how much she'd like to push flirty jerkface down the slope but then flinched, not expecting it when Brittany casually pinched her ass as she zipped by.

"Hey, Lopez. You can stay back for a private lesson if you want… no extra charge." Brittany quipped, smiling coyly at her.

"Um… o-okay." Santana responded eagerly, her voice an octave higher. She really, really wanted to, enjoying all of the attention from her instructor but she wasn't expecting Brittany to make it sound so suggestive. Brittany was true to her word and stayed behind after the others had left, grinning at her. Santana was somewhat disappointed that she kept everything about this private lesson ski related. She showed Santana a few new maneuvers that were a little more difficult to what the dark-haired girl was accustomed to.

"Can I be totally honest?" Santana bit out in a more serious voice, after a few more moments of her completely failing Brittany's lesson, giggling along with Brittany everytime it happened. Brittany did help her to take herself less seriously and skiing had become more fun. "I'm trying to concentrate on skiing but I can kind of only think about you naked right now."

Santana noticed how Brittany's pale cheeks flushed a pretty pink as she blurted this out, thinking about the latest photoshoot shared online where the blonde had bared just about everything. All Santana could think about was how irresistible the girl looked, her pink helmet off now and her long, light hair flowing in the wind as a snowflake landed on her cheek.

"Oh, you saw that…"

"I liked what I saw," Santana smirked, becoming more confident as she walked up behind Brittany, wrapping her arms around her waist. "All of it."

Brittany shivered, leaning back into her and not pushing Santana away. It was clear what they both wanted and Santana wasn't going to fight it anymore. Not when Brittany was all she could ever think about.

They barely made it back to Brittany's cabin, exchanging frenzied kisses before Santana was pinning her against the door, kissing her collarbone then up the length of her pale neck. Brittany gasped, presenting more of her skin to her and inhaling sharply as she arched her back as Santana tore off both of their jackets, tossed the rest of the gear aside and they kicked their boots off. She tugged at Brittany's sweater desperately, kissing every inch of soft skin that was revealed. Brittany groaned, tangling her hand in Santana's black hair and pulling her closer, encouraging her.

Santana got lost in the feeling of those lips, in the way Brittany was sliding them against her own so expertly. The woman certainly knew how to kiss. Before she knew what was happening, both of their pants were off and everything felt a lot more intense. Brittany's hands slid from her back down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze and sucked on her tongue, making Santana unconsciously do this grinding thing with her hips that she didn't even realize she was doing until Brittany smiled against her lips, thin fingers digging into the jut of Santana's thin hips, encouraging her to press her pelvis against hers. Santana felt dizzy with lust. That fire was burning low in her, more than it ever had before.

Brittany grinded back against her, rocking their hips together and pulling a sharp gasp from the younger girl's throat. All Santana could think about was coming but then she remembered the frustrating problem she had been having. It probably wasn't the best thing to say before having sex with someone for the first time but she blurted it out nervously before she could stop herself.

"B-Brittany... wait... I don't think I can…"

"Can what?"

Brittany's cat-like eyes met hers and for a moment Santana was lost in steely, glacial blue, almost forgetting what she was about to say. She leaned in to give Santana's plump lower lip a playful bite, taking in how gorgeous the darker girl looked with kiss-swollen lips, flushed cheeks and wild, dark brown eyes. Something about Brittany's steady, darkened blue gaze and comforting touches made Santana feel safe and grounded enough to finally be honest.

"I - I… okay, fine. I should warn you… I can't you know…come… I mean… usually I can no problem at all but recently I haven't…and I don't know what the fuck is wrong. I think I'm broken."

"Is that all? I think I can fix that pretty easily for you." Brittany husked with a low, sultry chuckle as she sucked on her ear.

"Britt… I…" Santana sucked in a nervous but turned on breath. She was conscious of the fact that Brittany was older and clearly much more experienced, wanting to impress her.

"Santana, relax," Brittany cupped her face gently, kissing her again deeply and holding her close. "Just relax."

"I don't want to… too fast anyway. Not until I please you."

"You're thinking too much. Just let go."

The younger girl gasped when she felt Brittany's lips against the most sensitive spot of neck, nipping gently and then sucking the skin. The thought of her leaving a mark there that everyone could see made Santana flush.

"W-wait… don't leave a m-mark." She gasped though she was tangling a hand in blonde hair, pulling her closer as Brittany kissed the dark skin.

Their lips met again heatedly, Brittany running her hands over Santana's shoulders, down to her lower back. Her touches were soothing but also arousing. Brittany's curves pressed against her as she whispered the most lewd things into her ear about what she wanted to do to her. The blonde was pressing hot kisses to her neck, once again finding that one spot that made her forget about all else and Santana grinded up against a pale thigh roughly when the feeling that had been just out of her reach punched through her.

"Wait Brittany… I think… I…I'm gonna… " Santana tensed up and tried to warn her, pulling Brittany closer instinctively and squeezing her eyes shut. She grabbed Brittany's ass, palming the curves of it. She needed this so badly but now that it was happening, it was too soon. She tried desperately to hold back, not wanting to come in her pants like a teenager before their clothes were even fully off but she was trembling and jerking in Brittany's arms a second later, eyes rolling back in pleasure and bit into the junction between her pale neck and shoulder. Her toes curled and sparks raced up her spine as her hands grasped for purchase on the back of Brittany's shirt.

She would have been embarrassed by how loudly she moaned but she couldn't care about that when all she could think about was the friction against her core. Brittany whimpered, arching into her as she bit into her delicate skin on her neck but then smirked seductively at her as she pulled away to look at her, still holding Santana up.

"Did you just?"

Santana nodded into her neck in embarrassment, breathing heavily. She knew Brittany would feel the wetness against her thigh through the sticky fabric of her thin boyshorts. Brittany's hands moved to her ass, squeezing slightly again and then upwards to grip her hips.

"Mm hmm. Is that the first time you've ever… with anyone?"

Santana's silence gave the answer away and Brittany just smirked at her happily. She looked so proud.

"Looks like you don't have any problems in that department anymore," Brittany giggled as Santana continued to tremble and whimper against her. "You were probably just a little stressed."

Santana tried to get her breathing under control, her legs still feeling completely numb.

"It was so, so hot watching you come," Brittany husked into her ear, making Santana shudder. "I want to see it again and again."

"I'm sorry..."

"Why?" Brittany nipped her ear again, tugging at the bottom of her shirt to get it off. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. No offence but I kind of expected that to happen like that."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you're totally cute and super horny for me. Although that was faster than I even thought it would be." She giggled and kissed Santana on the lips before she could argue, quickly before taking hold of her hips again, pushing their bodies together. Santana sighed into the kiss, getting caught up in the feeling of Brittany's soft lips again. She was still thinking about how much she wanted Brittany in every possible way and even though she had reached that peak, it wasn't anywhere near enough to quell the fire that was consuming her. She looked at Brittany shyly and the girl seemed to understand her hesitance.

"Tell me what you need. How do you want this?"

"Y-your mouth. Please." Santana admitted in a desperate voice.

Santana looked at her nervously as Brittany sat on the edge of the bed and she just smirked, giving her a coquettish smile as she pulled her closer so that she was standing between pale legs, unsnapping her black bra easily and peeling off the last article of clothing. She wanted to do this with Brittany so badly and now that it was happening, it was almost overwhelming.

It was all she could think about. It was this constant feeling when she was with the woman but she didn't know how to express what she wanted. Luckily, Brittany seemed to instinctively know exactly what Santana needed and smoothed her hands down her thighs, kneeling in front of her.

She looked up at Santana with a impish smile, leaving open-mouthed kisses down her abs then pausing to press a few lingering kisses and nips on her hips. She kissed Santana's belly button, her tongue dipping into it just slightly before she scraped her teeth over her abs, causing Santana to suck in a breath. Brittany's eyes roamed over her thin but tight body appreciatively.

Santana could feel how wet she was, dripping with want. She practically combusted when Brittany locked eyes with her and she was drowning in intense blue. Her hand was already on Brittany's head, threading into long blonde hair and she couldn't help pushing her down before she could think about it. At the first kiss to her clit, Santana gasped. Brittany kept pressing open-mouthed kisses between her thighs and when she began to suck, Santana's legs trembled. Brittany could no doubt hear and see how aroused she was.

"I'm gonna come." Santana gritted out in an embarrassingly short amount of time as the tip of Brittany's tongue traced over her, her hands smoothing over her thighs.

"I know."

It still caught her off guard and she shuddered as she came in Brittany's mouth, tugging at her hair a little too roughly. Her thighs trembled.

Brittany wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and then lay back on the bed in the most seductive pose Santana had ever seen, stripping everything off until she was just in that bra and thong then spreading her legs. The come hither look she gave Santana in that skimpy, lacy black lingerie made her knees buckle. In the back of her mind, Santana could only think that Brittany must have planned this. The thought that she had planned on seducing her the entire time made it that much hotter.

"You want me, right?" Brittany asked, vulnerability slipping into her voice. Santana couldn't understand how the blonde could even think for a second that she would possibly refuse her, especially after what they had just done. She was the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen and she wanted to give Brittany everything she deserved.

"Brittany… Yes, I want to make love to you. Please…can I?"

Brittany nodded as Santana pushed her down, moving on top of her. She arched up into her and surrendered to her as Santana began to kiss up her neck, guiding one of her hands up to palm her breast. Brittany rolled them over, reaching for Santana's hand and pulling it between own legs to show her.

"Like this."

She whimpered when Santana quickly got the hang of it. She may not have been an expert skier but this she could handle. She paid attention to every tiny change in Brittany's expression as her face contorted with pleasure when she touched her just right. She had never felt this kind of lust for anyone before and Santana was so in tune with her, so passionate about making love to her and determined to make her feel everything. She changed her angle slightly and was fascinated by the way Brittany moaned softly, begging her to touch her in that place again and wrapping her long legs around Santana's waist. A beautiful, rosy flush spread across her chest up to her face.

"Oh, Santana…"

It took a some time for them to find a rhythm but Brittany's back arched and her moans rose in pitch, becoming more desperate then she came with a cry and it was mesmerizing to Santana. Her legs trembled when Brittany began to do the same thing to her, making her see stars for a third time and she was falling, her sweaty body collapsing into Brittany's arms as the rest of the world melted away.