Santana could not stop thinking about her and Brittany's sexual encounter in the bathroom at the restaurant all weekend. She had a restless sleep wondering things would Brittany would go once they saw each other at school.

She had approached Brittany early Monday morning in her classroom, but the blonde had other students in her classroom as well. Later that day, while in her classes, Brittany didn't even look at her though she was the only one that had the answer to some of the questions in both classes. To make things worse, she could not talk to her that evening because she had to go to work right after Cheerios.

No matter how many times Santana tries to talk to her, she couldn't. She is starting to think Sunday was just a fragment of her imagination. Instead of making things better, it made things worse.

Today is Thursday, and Santana has a plan. She is determined to make Brittany listen to her. Three years ago, they couldn't have been together. Things are different now. This is her second chance.

"Don't forget that there is math tutoring in my room after school. It starts when school ends at is over at 3:30. If anyone needs help please, please don't hesitate to show up. We have finals coming up."

—

Room 21 is where Santana found herself at 4:30 in the evening. Cheerios practice is over, and she doesn't have work today. By this time, all the other students were gone from school, including all of the teachers. Luckily for Santana, the janitor was out sick. There wasn't a soul on site except for Brittany and her. She showed up at the perfect time because Brittany was already packing up.

"I know you said to forget our past, but the thing is, ever since I've seen you, I can't remember anything else. Sunday happened. I can't even pretend anymore."

"Santana..." Brittany knew it was her the moment she heard her voice. She sets her bag to the side now that she had packed everything up.

"You like to pretend not to check me out, but you do. I always catch you staring. Everyone else might not notice, but I do. I'm none playing this game."

—

Brittany swallowed. She didn't even bother denying it. Santana was a sex goddess for crying out loud. Everyone checks her out. It was impossible not to notice such a beautiful being.

She watches as Santana unzipped her Cheerio's skirt and let it drop. A sense of deja vu rushed through Brittany as memories of Santana doing the same with her dress three years prior popped into her head. Her decision to take off her compression shorts was a bad idea because she can feel herself growing.

Santana removes her Cheerio's top, exposing her perky breast as she opted not to wear a bra after showering in the locker room. There she stood in her black lacy panties walking towards Brittany, who was moving back away from her. There was no denying her turned on the state as her hard cock could be seen.

"Look at you. So hard and ready for me. You can't even deny that you don't want me." She is in front of Brittany now as her back was pressed against the wall.

"What happened on Sunday, Santana, can't happen again. I could lose my job and my teaching credentials."

"No one has to know."

"You're my student," Brittany reasons again.

"I'm well aware of that fact." She kisses Brittany softly, making them both moan at the soft contact that they both miss.

—

Their soft kisses grew hungry and needy. Brittany's hands squeeze Santana's panty covered ass before picks her up. Santana wraps her legs around Brittany's waist, allowing Brittany to turn them around, so Santana is against the wall. Brittany's right hand comes up to grope and squeeze her bare left breast. Santana moans as Brittany's hands grope her. Squeeze her. Hold her.

"I've missed you." Santana murmurs through kisses.

"Mmme too. God, me too." She says through kisses.

They kiss for a while longer, getting lost in each other's lips before Brittany's mind took control. She gently places the last kiss on Santana's plump lips before putting her down on two feet.

"We can't." She removes her dark blue blazer and covers Santana with it. She begins buttoning it up to hide her body. Due to the height difference, it was a little longer in Santana's smaller frame and provided the necessary coverage.

"You don't have to be scared, Britt," Santana says, placing her hands on Brittany's as she buttoned the last button.

"I don't have a choice." She says before she pulls away from the seductress and looks for a distraction.

She helps Santana pick up her discarded Cheerio's uniform. She walks back to her and hands it to her. Unable to resist, she caressed her face, "You look so beautiful."

She finalizes her goodbye, placing a kiss on Santana's forehead before pulling away once more. Turning her body, she makes her way to her desk and gets her bag before walking to the door. She turns to look at Santana's beautiful face. She wants nothing more than to give in to the magnetic force pulling her towards Santana, but her mind is made up. She sighs as she turns away for the last time.

—

"I'm sorry I never called," Santana says as Brittany is about to exit to the room, stopping her in her tracks. She shoves her uniform quickly into her backpack before she continues. She is afraid she won't ever get the chance to explain why Santana had done what she had done. "I was 15 and had just come to terms after being in denial. I was so depressed. So depressed, I thought about suicide. I couldn't handle being gay." She swallowed harshly at the admission. Quinn didn't even know about that. "I was so lonely. I was so scared. I just needed to feel connected to a community. I never imagined I would have met you. You took me by surprise." She pauses and licks her lips. "We just clicked. Everything just happened so fast, but it felt so right. Meeting you changed my whole life. "

"I was 22. You were in a 21 and older club." Brittany growls without turning around." You lied to every person in that club, but especially me." She looks at Santana with her angry eyes beginning to turn the doorknob.

"I am sorry, okay!" She yells out, desperately not wanting Brittany to walk out the door. She needs to tell her the truth.

Brittany is feeling too many emotions at once. She turns around. Unable to contain it any longer.

"Sorry? That's all you have to say for yourself?" She lashes out. She angrily blinks away her tears only to have them fall from her face.

Santana stands still, unable to speak.

"You say sorry when you bump into someone." She starts calmly, but her anger can be heard in her voice. "You say sorry when you are late for a meeting." She says a bit louder. "You say sorry when you spill a drink on someone." Brittany doesn't get angry often, but when she does, she gets livid. "You do not get to say sorry for lying about your age." She shouts. "You should've of been there. I shouldn't have met you, and you damn well know you had no business letting me sleep with a 15-year-old girl!" She finishes louder than when she had started.

Her face feels hot. Tears fall from her face. Her breathing is thick. Brittany's eyes are dark and laced with anger. Santana fucked up her life so badly. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts and breathes heavily through her nose to try to calm her anger that had built since she found out three months ago that Santana had lied to her.

With a calm but sad voice, she continued. "I had the most amazing night with the most amazing girl. I had a connection with a girl that I had never had before. That girl never even bothered to call me." She wipes her tears, angrily. "Up until three months ago, I thought your name was Rosario Cruz, and you're sorry?" She chuckled bitterly. "Sorry doesn't even begin to cover it."

—

Santana can feel Brittany's anger. It's fierce and like her passion, intense. Santana flutters her eyes and looks up. Trying but failing miserably not to cry. She shuts her eyes before opening them and looking at Brittany.

"I felt the connection, too. Everything else didn't matter." She swallows, trying to moisten her throat. "It was just you and me, and it was amazing." She says with a sad smile.

She could never say that last part without smiling.

"You were 15. You had should not have been there." Brittany says with a calmer voice.

Santana looks at Brittany. She seems so broken, and it hurt so bad to see her this way. "I know. I am sorry. but I was, and I can't change that."

"Why didn't you call?"

Brittany's voice just sounded sad. It broke Santana's heart to hear her like this.

"I didn't know how to tell you the truth. You were here only visiting for winter break. It was better for you to forget about me."

Brittany scoffs. "Better for whom because it certainly wasn't better for me. You came into my life, gave me the best night of my life, and disappeared before I even got a chance to" she stops herself and considering her words carefully, "To decide if I wanted you to have my heart." Tears fell from her eyes as the hurt became unbearable. Brittany spent years trying to forget her.

"You stole my heart, too," Santana whispers, walking up to Brittany and wiping her tears from her face before enveloping Brittany in a hug.

"You really hurt me," Brittany whispers into Santana's hair.

"I hurt me, too." She sighs. "I have to tell you something that might change everything." She says, pulling apart of me to rest her forehead on Brittany's to look into Brittany's eyes.

"What is it?" She whispers.

Santana can feel her warm breath on her lips. It sends goosebumps down her back.

"I'm not sure how or where to start."

"Take your time," Brittany says as her hold on Santana's waist tighten momentarily, letting her know she is here for her.

"You were my first."

"Oh." She feels Brittany become tense.

"You mean like your first person with a penis...right?" Brittany questions.

"No, I mean like my first." She says, emphasizing the word first. "Brittany, I gave you my virginity." She adds to make it clear.

—

Brittany freezes, her mind traveling back to that night. She hadn't been particularly slow or gentle with Santana. Had she known she was her first, she would have treated her differently. She hates herself. She pulls apart, needing space to process the information.

"So, you lied about your age and about every detail in your life regarding what you were doing at the time. Not only that, but you let me take your virginity that night?"

Santana nodded. Brittany wasn't yelling, but she could feel the fire rising in her anew.

"I was rough with you. I fucked you. I was needy and horny. I wasn't-" Her voice cracks. "I wasn't gentle with you. Had I known I would 've-"

"I wouldn't change anything from that night," Santana says, interrupting her. "You seem to forget that I was equally as needy and horny. I lost control that night just like you." Santana closes the small gap between them once more.

"It was your first time. It should've been different." Her voice is so soft. "We shouldn't have done that in the restroom on Sunday. You deserve better."

Santana shakes her head. "It was amazing and perfect because it was with you, and yeah, maybe I didn't know you, but I knew I wanted to be with you in that way. Plus, I thought it was totally hot. Best night of my life." A sexy smirk makes its way onto her face. "And Sunday was totally hot." She admits with an airy chuckle.

Brittany relaxes after hearing that. "You mean that?"

Santana kisses her softly before replying. "I really, really do. You totally rock my world, Baby."

Brittany's heart soared at the pet name. "I'm so scared of what could happen. You make me want to just forget everything and be with you, but I could lose my job, I could get arrested. This could end so badly." Brittany can feel her anxiety about the situation returning.

Sensing this, Santana is quick to calm her. "Graduation is in 3 months. We could keep this between us. I spent years hoping I'd see you again, and you're finally here."

"I-" she has no other reasons, and her heart is winning. "Okay."

—

Santana's heart skips a beat, and her eyes sparkle. "Is that a yes?" She asks with a big smile.

Brittany kisses her hard and passionately. "It's a yes." She says as her smile matches Santana's.

"Before we make this official, I still have to finish telling you what I have to say."

Brittany's eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "Wait, I thought you just did."

"I didn't know how to start to remember?" She continued once Brittany nodded. "That had something to do with what I'm going to tell you."

She walks over and sits on Brittany's desk before motioning Brittany to sit in her chair across from her. Once Brittany sits down, she takes Brittany's hands and holds them with her own, bringing them up to her lips and kissing them tenderly. She takes a deep breath and gathers the courage to say her next words.

"What is it, Baby?"

The soft, sweet voice brought Santana out of her thoughts.

"I let my want and passion take control that night. I was feeling a connection, unlike any other, and I know it was stupid now, but I wouldn't have changed anything about that night, Brittany. Please, please don't hate me."

Her eyes are already getting watery.

"I tried hating you for what you did, but I can't. You weren't the only one feeling a connection, San. I felt it, too." Brittany held her hands and comforted her. Santana could tell Britany is starting to worry about what she needed to say to her.

Santana squeezes Brittany's hands for extra courage. "I let you cum inside me, and Baby, you have to know that I don't regret it. Not one bit. I loved it. It made me feel amazing. It made me feel closer to you."

"I took some emergency contraceptive pills like I had said I would, but they didn't work." Santana swallowed hard as her tears fell. She was about to tell Brittany that she and she had created something so beautiful that night. Her heart would fall apart if things don't go as planned.

—

Brittany's throat and mouth become dry. Santana couldn't possibly be telling her what she thinks she's telling her. She can fee; the room is beginning to spin. Her heart is pounding in her ears.

"Britt, Baby, I got pregnant," Santa says as she sniffles and wipes her tears.

Brittany pulled her hands from Santana's and ran them through her hair nervously. "Oh shit." She breathes out. She feels like she can't breathe.

Santana waits, tears falling from her face.

"Is the baby-" Tears streamed down her face. "Did you keep it?" She asks after several minutes.

"I did." Santana nods. "You are a mother to a beautiful 3-year-old girl."

Brittany gasps as her hands start to shake. "Oh, fuck." Her breathing is deep. It feels like she isn't breathing enough air.

—

Santana watches Brittany with careful eyes. Part of her is afraid. There is no stopping now. She must continue to tell Brittany the truth.

"Her name is Rebecca. She loves to be called Becca."

Santana breathes for the first time after having told Brittany the truth. Her shoulders don't feel as heavy. It's out there. Come what may, Brittany finally knows of Rebecca's existence. She nervously plays with her fingers as she waits. The only thing she can hear is her own beating heart and Brittany, who's breathing deeply and slowly.

—

After a long pause, Brittany finally speaks up. "Is she.." she stops herself because she's unsure if she can handle the answer. She needs to know. "Is she normal?" It was one of Brittany's biggest fears. She hadn't particularly had an easy life. She had been bullied her when she was young. She would never forgive herself if she learned her baby girl would have to go through the same struggles.

Brittany can tell Santana is unsure about how to answer.

"She is. She's perfect like you, her Mamí."

Unsure if Santana understands her question, she asks again. This time the question is more direct.

"Did she inherit my trait?"

"Does that matter?" Santana asked with a tone laced in anger, sadness.

"Please. I just need to know." Brittany asks in a broken voice. "I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if she ends up having to struggle like me. So, please. Please tell me."

"She didn't."

Brittany sighs in relief.

"Do you have a picture?" Her heart is beating fast. There is a little human in this world that she helped create.

Brittany watches as Santana got up to get her gym bag from the side of Brittany's desk, where she had places it along with her backpack when she walked into the room a half-hour ago. She pulls out her phone and hands it to Brittany before sitting on the desk anew. Her hands nervously playing with each other.

Brittany's hands were shaking as she began to look at the first image on the screen. Her heart skips a beat. Becca looks just like Santana, but there was no denying that those blue eyes came from Brittany herself. Tears fall freely from her eyes as she scrolls through the pictures. Her daughter is perfect. She didn't even realize the big smile on her face. She quickly gets up and crashes her lips with Santana's, giving her a slow passionate kiss.

Santana widens her legs, allowing Brittany to rest between them so she can get closer. Brittany kisses her passionately again. She hadn't expected the contact but accepts the heat and passion with a surprised moan.

"I love you so much," Brittany said between kisses. They hadn't exchanged the three words, but finding out they had made a baby together intensified every good feeling inside Brittany. Saying the phrase might have been impulsive, but it didn't make them any less true.