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Santana had never felt better, despite being hung over and aching all over her body when she eventually woke up. Her first thought was to wonder why she felt as if she had been run over by Finn sprinting towards his nearest butter eating contest. Then she remembered everything - the chaos at the nightclub, those fuckboys trying to get into Brittany's pants, the fight… It was her worst nightmare at first and then somehow it became the best night of her life when she had eventually fallen into the comforting arms of Brittany.

Brittany had definitely given her a workout but Santana had no complaints. Santana continued making love to the girl for hours until they both passed out in blissful exhaustion. Making Brittany come four times was something she felt pretty smug about and she had come three times herself, panting into Brittany's neck as she gripped the sheets tightly.

A smile came to her lips as she thought about how beautiful Brittany was, how soft and warm she felt as Santana touched her for the first time during those intimate moments. She sighed happily, realizing that Brittany was still there in her bed after all the hot sex they had. She cuddled closer to the blonde who was lying on top of her and nuzzled into her neck.

Santana didn't know why she was surprised that Brittany was still with her. Perhaps it just felt too good to be true. She wrapped her arm tightly around the girl but felt something soft and fluffy against her skin instead that definitely couldn't have been her lover.

Waking up to a mouthful of fur wasn't what she had planned. Santana discovered that she was sleeping with her head pressed into a very large and grey body… that was moving right onto her face and settling there. Breathing was becoming a little difficult.

"Mm…Britt… I think your cat is on my head." She groaned but the words came out very muffled as she was being smothered by all the fat and fur. She wanted to wake Brittany up with something a little more smooth and romantic than this. Her voice sounded raspy to her own ears… not surprising after all of the moaning she had done.

As for the blonde, Santana wouldn't be surprised if Brittany had damaged her vocal cords after all the sounds she had pulled out of her. Brittany finally stirred beside her and answered in a sleepy, confused voice.

"What was that, Santana? I can't understand what you're saying…oh."

Brittany sat up and carefully lifted the heavy animal off of Santana's head. Lord Tubbington meowed angrily as she gently placed him at the bottom of the bed by their feet, stopping to cuddle the cat for a long time and making sweet baby noises to him as he purred enthusiastically.

Meanwhile Santana grumbled as she slid off of Brittany's chest and already missed the warmth of her body, her left eye twitching as the enormous tabby cat stole her thunder once again. The black-haired woman pouted, wanting Brittany's attention on her instead. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table and noticed that they had slept in until almost eleven, warm sunlight filtering into her room through the curtains.

"Aw, I think he likes you. I'm so sorry, Baby." Brittany cooed, leaning up to kiss her apologetically on her full, pouty lips and snuggling back into her arms. Santana melted at the term of affection, running her hands through soft, blonde waves as Brittany lay her head on her chest, burrowing into the crook of her neck with a happy sigh. Santana felt a sense of true bliss and comfort, wondering how she was lucky enough to have a naked Brittany S. Pierce in her arms and not just in her dreams.

"Mmm now this is something way better to wake up to than that massive cat of yours trying to smother me to death. Your face is much prettier." Santana hummed, stretching languidly and enjoying the softness of Brittany's skin as she stroked the pale skin on her lower back.

Brittany smiled back at her softly, stifling a yawn and then leaned up to gently touch the skin on Santana's face, noticing how the Latina winced when she traced her fingertips over the area close to her eye. "Oh San…how are you feeling? Your face is kind of swollen."

"I'm a little roughed up but after what we did together… I couldn't care less about a little bruising. I've never been better and for once I mean that genuinely." She admitted, her voice still rough from sleep as she grinned at Brittany. It was impossible to be mad about anything right now when she had this gorgeous, perfect girl in her bed who was all hers and Brittany told her she wasn't going to date anyone else.

Brittany's light eyes shone with unabashed lust as they met hers and Santana quivered as the blonde traced her lips over the shell of her ear, her voice a low husk.

"Was I just what the doctor ordered?"

Instead of answering, Santana's hands roamed lower on Brittany's back, smoothing over milky, white skin and groping the girl's ass instinctively, loving the curves of her body. Their lips met and Santana sighed into the kiss, running her hands over Brittany's tiny waist and enjoying the feeling of the weight of her breasts in her hands.

Brittany whimpered under the rough treatment, sucking in an aroused breath as Santana massaged her breasts, alternating between pinching her the tips of her nipples and then thumbing them as her lust for the girl took over.

The pale woman was so sensitive and responsive to all of her slightest touches, a soft, attractive flush already working its way up her chest and neck. It was mesmerizing against the whiteness of her skin. Santana gripped her waist, encouraging her to move further upwards so she could get her mouth around a pink nipple, her left hand still circling and playing with the other as she cupped the soft flesh of the swell of her breast.

"I could do this forever, Babe." Santana chuckled and pressed harder as Brittany whimpered, a little embarrassed that the term of affection slipped so easily out of her mouth.

Brittany kept making these little whiny, needy moans in the back of her throat that were making Santana conscious of the persistent throbbing between her own legs. She switched to the other breast, repeating the same actions and smiled around her nipple, sucking a little harder when Brittany arched into her mouth to present more of herself to her, beginning to grind against her thigh.

Santana trailed her fingertips down firm, sexy abs with blunt nails and her hand slipped between warm thighs, gently circling the tiny nub she felt for continually and smiling when Brittany twitched, her body tensing as Santana resumed her ministrations on her breasts, licking one nipple with the tip of her tongue and then nipping it gently and pulling at it. She paused to press open mouthed kisses to the swell of her breasts.

Brittany leaned back, exposing more of her neck for Santana as she began to kiss the sensitive, freckled skin below her jaw while touching the blonde between her legs with strong fingers. She continued to gently rub Brittany with a light touch, feeling almost dizzy with arousal as her fingertips trailed over the wet, warm inner part of her thighs, marveling at the wetness against her fingertips as she found Brittany completely aroused.

Brittany put her hand on her wrist, frowning and seemingly tortured with her own decision to stop Santana's actions. Blue eyes were playful as they met her confused, dark ones.

"Britt?"

"Wait, Santana… I should take a shower. I'm all sweaty from last night."

"Since when do you want to wait? C'mon, we're just going to get sweaty again so what's the point?" Santana argued with a little grunt of frustration and impatience but Brittany just laughed cutely, kissing her chastely on the lips just once more as she pulled away.

Santana fell back against her pillow, sighing in exasperation. She clenched her thighs together and closed her eyes. They heard their other roommate moving around noisily outside.

"C'mon, don't look so upset, Santana. Besides, we can't do this right in front of Lord Tubbington… I'll make it up to you later, I promise."

"Mmm, sure I can't join you in there?" Santana asked mischievously with a crooked, sinful smile as she stretched out on the bed and watched Brittany getting up.

"Santana!"

"Fine." Santana mumbled, stretching back with her arms folded behind her head as she enjoyed watching a fully naked Brittany skip across her room, gathering some clothes to change into. She could get used to this view. The blonde grabbed one of Santana's thin, black tank tops and shorts to slip into after her shower, winking at the dark-haired girl. Santana always loved the thought of Brittany wearing her clothes.

She felt a tinge of heat in her cheeks as she saw the way all of their panties, bras and other clothes from the previous night were strewn all over the floor, suggesting the kind of debauchery they got up to. Brittany's lacy bra was hanging off of the lamp next to her bed. She was distracted by Brittany's sexy ass.

"I hate to see you go, Britt, but I love to watch you leave."

Brittany giggled coyly at Santana's flirtatious tone, catching her eye and swayed her hips on purpose as she made her way into the shower.

The two were enjoying the lazy Sunday morning and eventually went into the kitchen when Santana's stomach began to growl in the middle of them kissing, making Brittany giggle and embarrassing the lawyer. They found Mercedes with a cup of coffee, staring at her phone and there was something simmering on the stove. She slowly clapped for them with this huge grin on her face as they walked in.

"Look at that big cheesy ass smile on you, Santana. Someone got busy last night."

Santana smirked, feeling her face burn and saw the blush painting Brittany's cheeks as well as she glanced over at the taller girl. It wasn't as if they could deny it. They hadn't even tried to be discreet.

"I thought you two were never going to stop and those noises were so damned loud I was about to call the police to report a murder. Only I don't even want to know what was being murdered. Eventually I had to beg Sam to let me sleep over at his place… that part didn't take much convincing. All I have to say is finally, you two…took you long enough. For the first time ever I'm actually glad that Satan had sex in this apartment. Maybe now that Santana's hormones are under control I can finally have some peace and quiet around here."

Santana just ignored Mercedes' taunting, her eyes laser-focused on Brittany's hardened nipples that were showing through the thin fabric of her tank top. Brittany just choosing to go without a bra as if that was totally normal was making it difficult to tame the lust she had felt towards the girl all morning. Santana's shorts were tight around the tall girl's thighs. She was trying to cool down but it took a lot of effort to not think about having her wicked way with Brittany again.

Brittany seemed to notice where Santana was looking and gave her a little flirty half smile, batting her eyelashes and sticking her chest a little further out as if daring her to look at them. Santana choked and almost fell off the stool she had just sat on when Brittany did that. Brittany opened the fridge to get something, bending over and deliberately shaking her ass a little, making Santana laugh at her playfulness.

"What's that? No mean, scary comeback from Lopez? No growling? Not even a threat? Brittany, I have to say you're the best thing that has ever happened around here. Santana is eighty percent less bitchy and that's a world record in itself."

"Mock all you want but there's absolutely nothing you can say to get a rise out of me, 'Cedes." Santana quipped, drinking the coffee her old friend handed to her. She couldn't keep the smile off of her face as Brittany kept giving her these flirty glances. The world was perfect.

"Mmm hm, that's because you had some good lovin' last night. You know what I think, Lopez? I think we should get you spayed or neutered so that we can avoid chaos like yesterday happening whenever you're in heat and those hormones are running wild."

Santana scoffed, throwing the nearest object she could find at Mercedes' head which just happened to be a dish towel. The shorter girl yelped and ducked her head, cackling loudly at Santana's expression.

"I can bet Brittany had to be the one making the first move too, knowing how you are."

Santana just groaned and covered her face while Brittany smirked and shrugged, not confirming or denying it.

"You know, Brittany, when I said Santana needs a woman, I didn't literally mean you need to jump her bones right then and there… you really took that advice literally. Dayum, Girl, you really went for it."

Brittany just laughed, unfazed and Santana frowned slightly, blinking in confusion as she had no idea what that was about but didn't ask any questions.

"I guess your way got the message across. Speaking of which… is that a hickey I see on your neck, Santana?"

"Britt!"

Her voice came out as a high-pitched squeal and blood rushed to her face as she touched her fingertips to her neck in the area where Mercedes was pointing to. Santana went to look into a mirror, noticing there was indeed a noticeable bite-shaped mark just below her jaw for all of the world to see. Brittany just gave her this proud little grin, not ashamed in the slightest.

Mercedes was giving the Latina this smug look as Santana watched Brittany's round ass with a dreamy, dumb expression while she walked out of the kitchen to see what Lord Tubbington was up to in Santana's bedroom as they heard him moving around. The shorter woman lowered her voice.

"Aw, ya did it, didn't you, Lopez? You told her you're hopelessly in love with her?"

Santana cleared her throat awkwardly, avoiding Mercedes' stare. She had come to the realization especially after what they had been through the night before that she really did love Brittany, despite all of her attempts to deny it even to herself but saying those three little words out loud made her terrified.

"Uh… sort of. M-maybe. Yeah totally," She stuttered. "I wouldn't exactly call it hopelessly."

Mercedes sighed, shaking her head. She knew that Santana was blatantly lying but it seemed that things were going well between the two of them and Santana was finally getting her emotions under control so she wasn't going to interfere. At least she wouldn't have to put up with all of the extreme UST between those two anymore.

"Hey, what are you two up to?" Santana chuckled as she entered the living room later that day. "I still don't get how you've never heard any of these songs before, Brittany. It's like you were living under a rock."

It was hilarious watching Brittany learn all about music from the last twenty years and the way she reacted to all of it. Santana smiled seeing Brittany dancing to Single Ladies with Mercedes, almost knocking the other girl over with her exuberance. The blonde was so cute and Santana felt a little flustered when Brittany stared her down with those cat eyes as she went through the dance sequence. She completely nailed it of course, on the first try, looking like she was ready to be one of Beyoncé's backup dancers. They were both panting when they were done and Mercedes gave Brittany a high five.

"Girl! Damn! What I want to know is how you managed to learn how to dance like that in Antarctica!"

Brittany just shrugged, panting as she cuddled up to Santana on the couch, Lord Tubbington jumping into her lap.

Santana swallowed nervously. It was kind of difficult to pay much attention to anything they were watching when Brittany was alternating between biting and sucking on her ear then kissing up her neck the entire time. Santana crossed her legs, shuddering. She comically shoved a cushion on her lap like a teenage boy, trying to hide her arousal and making Brittany giggle. It was difficult to hold back a moan as Brittany continued pressing those hot kisses on the most sensitive part of her neck while stroking her thigh but Mercedes was literally right there on the other side of the room, shooting her and Brittany these suspicious glances every now and again as Santana squirmed in her seat.

"Britt!" She whisper-yelled in warning as Brittany continued to touch and kiss her. Brittany's eyebrows shot up, a teasing smile on her lips and giggled at Santana standing up with the cushion held over her lap area still and putting some distance between her. Mercedes rolled her eyes, making a comment about needing to take the two with her to church.

It was so easy being with this girl. Santana couldn't get it off of her mind how much she wanted to do the most silly, romantic things with Brittany, even though she could easily take her back to her bedroom right then and just get right into what she wanted to do to her. Santana wanted more than that now. What was happening to her? She had never been into all that cheesy, sentimental crap before but Brittany was just different from any other girl.

A nervous, giddy feeling took over her as she thought of what she wanted to ask. Mercedes finally left the two alone, going into her own bedroom to get some work done. It was about time she found the courage to finally ask what she had been wanting to ask for the longest time.

"Brittany…would you like to go out with me?" Santana nervously ran a hand through her black hair, too nervous to look into light blue eyes that were watching her closely. "On a date, I mean. A real date. Tonight."

She cringed at herself. That really did not sound as smooth and confident as she had wanted herself to sound.

"I'd love to, Santana!" She beamed, almost knocking her back onto the couch with the force of her hug. "Does this mean… I'm your girlfriend?"

Santana froze, nearly tripping over her own feet at how direct the blonde was.

"Do you want it to mean that?" Santana asked quietly, steeling her nerves. She was so terrified of getting into another relationship but Brittany was looking at her with hopeful, adoring eyes and she began to forget any all of her reservations.

Brittany nodded, looping her arm through Santana's and lacing their fingers. Santana looked down at their joined hands, feeling completely giddy. Her heart was beating so fast she could barely think.

She really just wanted to impress her and luckily it wasn't too difficult to impress Brittany when the girl was easily entertained by everything. It turned out that taking Brittany to see the new Top Gun movie was the right call. She had a feeling a sequel to the the classic movie would appeal to quaint Brittany with her old timey interests, even if the girl said she wasn't into violence. Brittany's eyes were glued to the screen the entire time in awe. She was even happier with the popcorn Santana had presented her with and allowed her to mix M&Ms into while she stole sips from the lawyer's drink.

Her hand slipped into Santana's wherever they went together. It made Santana feel so proud to be able to treat Brittany as her girlfriend and have others look at them with knowing glances as they fit in with other couples out on dates together. She couldn't stop staring at Brittany in the skimpy light pink mini dress she was wearing and it was difficult to hide her appreciation.

"Mm, someone likes my legs…and my boobs. I think you do. Tall girls really turn you on, huh?" Brittany grinned, wrapping her arms around Santana's waist from behind and pressing up against her when they made it back to the apartment.

Santana couldn't deny that. She had planned on it being a romantic night for the two of them but things escalated when Brittany gave her that lustful, fox-eyed stare and before Santana knew it, they were making out. Brittany had her pinned to her bedroom wall, leaving scorching kisses down her neck and Santana couldn't resist grinding up against her thigh, her hips moving involuntarily as she squeezed her eyes shut and her grip tightening on the back of Brittany's shirt as she moved against her. She was feeling that persistent ache between her legs again and it was all she could think about.

"Fuck… can I just…I'm not trying to make it seem like this is all I want from you, Britt but I just need to feel you. Please can I just…"

Brittany just gave her a sexy, seductive little grin, already pulling her dress off before moving on to Santana's clothes. Brittany unbuckled her belt with skilled hands and worked her tight jeans down her toned legs. Santana melted into Brittany's kiss as the blonde held her by the back of her neck.

"Wanna bet I can get you off first." Santana smirked, her smug, competitive side coming out as she grabbed Brittany by the waist, kissing her neck.

"Oh yeah?" Brittany raised an eyebrow, her lips curving upwards into a playful little smile. "So you always need to win in everything, huh?"

"Yeah. Of course. Winning isn't important to you?"

"Nope," Brittany shrugged casually, her eyes glittering with amusement as she watched Santana. "Plus, if you win then I get an orgasm. So then I'm the one who really wins."

Santana was stunned and couldn't really find a flaw in Brittany's logic. Brittany took advantage of her distracted state and stripped off Santana's panties, so now they were both fully nude. Santana smirked, pushing her back on the bed and getting on top of her, earning a shriek of delight from the girl as their lips met heatedly. They were in the middle of kissing deeply and Santana's mind was going blank as soft hands roamed over her shoulders when suddenly Brittany began asking weird questions again.

"Was there really a movie about Tom Cruise as an fighter pilot in...1986?"

"I'm about to go three fingers deep inside of you and you want to talk about some stupid movie? I told you, it's a classic. I don't know how you haven't heard of it."

"I don't know, Santana, I don't know if I believe you. It's just not believable."

Santana groaned, tightening her grip on Brittany's hips as she nipped the soft skin of her neck.

"Querida, no offense but I'm kind of trying to concentrate here and no one is gonna get off if you keep talking."

She squeaked at the unexpected sensation of Brittany feeling her up where she was slick between the legs. Santana had no idea how Brittany's hand managed to get there so quickly.

"Really?"

"Really." Santana responded flatly then gasped as Brittany rolled them over easily so that she was on top.

"Oh fuck, Brittany." Santana sucked in a sharp breath, not knowing how Brittany managed to get her fingers on her and then inside of her so quickly. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. She was supposed to be the one who got Brittany off first and totally impressed her with her stamina. "Wait - I -"

"Oh, you want me to stop?"

"No… please don't stop!" Santana begged, a desperate edge to her voice as Brittany continued to tease the pleasure out of her, curling her fingers expertly.

"Huh? I thought you said you were gonna get me off first? Should I stop?"

"Yes - I'm going to - I mean no - I mean - don't stop please don't stop... Brittany!"

Her release hit her so fast that it was humiliating. The keening sound that left her throat was embarrassingly high-pitched and girlish, sounding more like a whiny sob. Brittany was way too good at this and she was such a little trickster. It was difficult to keep up with her and her wandering hands. Santana hadn't come this fast since she was a horny teenager with a Victoria's Secret catalogue.

"Looks like I won," Brittany grinned before kissing her again. "That was fast. You look really hot when you're desperate for an orgasm. Your face is all flushed and cute."

"You didn't win… that's not fair… you used underhand tricks." Santana huffed, every part of her still tingling. Losing had never felt so good.

"Should I see how many times I can make you come?" Brittany husked against her ear. Santana closed her eyes, shuddering and swallowed hard, her insides clenching around the fingers that Brittany hadn't taken out. She was stroking her just slightly and it was enough for that delicious pressure to come back.

"Y-you're just trying to seduce me again."

"Really? Is that what I'm doing?"

"You're using your feminine wiles to seduce me."

"I don't know, Santana. Maybe you want to be seduced. Your hands are still on my ass."

Brittany had this effortless sex appeal that Santana had never been quite able to master herself even though she tried so hard to present herself as a sex goddess. Santana tried to argue back but the only thing that came out of her mouth was another moan as she came again on Brittany's fingers not too long after that.

"Yeah, well we'll just see who's desperate for an orgasm." She growled as she flipped them over again, glaring down at Brittany, who only arched up into her with a sigh, closing her eyes.

"Mmm that's hot. Bend me over and put me in my place, Tough Girl."

Santana closed her eyes, shuddering at that really hot mental image Brittany's words conjured up. She couldn't let Brittany make her lose focus this time, as sneaky as the girl was.

"Is this part of your little seduction plan?"

"Mmm… I don't know, Santana. Do you think I'm seducing you? Is that what's happening here?" Brittany played along and just poked her in the chest teasingly. Santana was completely confused in her post-orgasm daze and the stirrings of lust had taken over her again.

She suddenly had an idea of exactly what she could do to make Brittany feel amazing and climbed off of her, chuckling at the girl's confused, pouty expression and assuring her she'd be back in a second. Santana was pretty sure Brittany had never experienced anything like what she was about to give her in that weird place she lived in. When she returned, Brittany's jaw dropped and she was fascinated by what Santana was strapped into.

"You're really hot."

"You're just saying that because you want this." Santana smirked, gesturing to what was between her legs. Brittany moaned in agreement, opening her legs wider as Santana straddled her, holding up her thigh and pressing their bodies together closely. Santana paused, looking for any signs of hesitation on the girl's face as their eyes locked and she began to slip the length of it into her.

"This is okay, right? You do want this, don't you?"

"God yes!" Brittany groaned eagerly. She thought it was sweet that after everything they had done together Santana was still going to ask this but at that moment, she couldn't wait any longer. "Please, more."

Santana moved slowly, allowing Brittany to get used to the feel of it. She was clumsier than she thought she would be but Brittany didn't seem to mind, both of them laughing when Santana slipped out of her when she was going too fast and then accidentally fell on top of her, their heads bumping together. Brittany giggled as she slipped out for a third time, this time somehow falling off the bed with a groan as she smacked down onto the carpet on her knees.

"Are you okay?"

"Hey, hey, don't laugh. I haven't done this for a while and not that I'm complaining at all but you're seriously wet right now."

"You're cute but I need you back inside me right now."

They started back again and this time, Brittany stopped laughing, wrapping a leg around Santana's waist as they fell into a rhythm. Thrusting into Brittany just felt so good, she never wanted to stop and by the looks of it, Brittany felt the same. Her lips parted and her blue eyes fluttered from the stretch as Santana hips rocked against hers, finding the angle that brought the most pleasure to her. Brittany wasn't playful and teasing for once, her little sounds getting more urgent and she was letting Santana have her way with her completely. Santana's orgasm hit her so hard and unexpectedly that she lost her breath from the force of it. Before she could help it, her emotions took over and she was beginning to babble as Brittany arched up into her, whining into her mouth as she found her own release.

"Oh, fuck, oh, oh Brittany. You're so good, you feel so good…I- I'm in love with you!"

Santana froze for a second, her eyes snapping open as she realized her mistake. There it was, her big scary secret.

She couldn't believe she had just blurted that out in that breathless voice. Being emotionally vulnerable was so not on her agenda. Ugh, goddamn it why did sex always have to make her get so emotional? It was the damn oxytocin.

Brittany looked startled, not responding for a long moment as they both panted. Santana's nerves began to get to her as she severed the connection between them and rolled off of her, instantly wishing she could take her words back. This was way too much...

"Oh Santana…" The girl's eyes widened as she noticed Santana's fearful expression. "Wait...I-"

Before Brittany could say anything more, Santana got up quickly and removed what was strapped around her hips, throwing it aside. She grabbed the nearest pieces of clothing she could find, shoving on a t-shirt and panties as she hastily moved away from the bed, practically running out of the room.

"Is there a reason why you're wearing no pants in our kitchen?"

Santana paced the kitchen aimlessly, ignoring the weird looks Mercedes was giving her as she ran a hand through her hair in agitation. A few hours had passed and she hadn't spoken to Brittany after completely ruining the perfect date they had been having by just blurting out her deepest feelings like an idiot after their first date and then running out on her without an explanation.

She knew it was wrong - she would have to eventually talk to the girl again and explain that she had just panicked. That she hadn't meant to make things so awkward. She took a deep breath, finally going back to her bedroom. She leaned against the closed door, trying to find the guts to handle this situation. Maybe she could dial it back, pretend that she hadn't said anything and they could go back to the way they had been earlier that day. Then she heard the sound of Brittany's sweet, soft voice.

"I know you're confused about Santana, Sweetie."

Santana smiled, calming down a little as she realized that Brittany was talking to her cat in that cute voice as he meowed to her. She secretly loved those moments when she walked in on Brittany having a running conversation with herself or with her cat. It was another one of the adorable things Brittany did that she had become used to.

"Yeah, Lord Tubbington, I know you're disappointed because you thought they were gonna have flying cars and humanoid robots everywhere in the future but this is just the way it is."

Santana's brows drew together in confusion. The future? What?

"No, I can't tell Santana the truth about what we are. She wouldn't understand. What?! Lord Tubbington it's kind of rude for you to talk about Santana like that, don't call her mangy and feral. That's just mean. Yeah you're right. We do have to find the machine again. I know I'm such a bimbo for losing it. No, I can't tell Santana about that either, she thinks I'm from Antarctica."

What she was hearing was setting off red flags in her head. Santana couldn't take it anymore and pushed the door open, storming into the bedroom.

Brittany was lying to her about something. She had always felt suspicious about Brittany's flimsy explanation regarding where she came from but she had foolishly brushed her hesitations aside, blinded by her adoration for the girl. She wanted to believe everything about Brittany was real. She had that bad feeling all along that the blonde had been keeping secrets from her and now she had all but confirmed it.

She began to have flashbacks to finding Shannon with that prostitute and the way it felt like her world was crumbling that day, when she realized everything she had thought about her ex fiancée had been a complete fabrication. Shannon never loved her for a second. She crossed her arms over her chest, scowling at Brittany.

"Tell Santana what? What are you talking about, Brittany?"

To be continued