A week later, the last day of school made me really happy. I couldn't wait to go to Chicago with Santana later in the summer and maybe get a tan. After our talk in my room, Santana and I had talked more and more about senior year and college. I still wasn't sure where I was going to end up but I hoped when I visited Chicago, one of the schools there would be perfect for me.

I was cleaning out my locker when Santana walked up to me. "Hey, Britt."

"Hi!" I turned to her and gave her a big smile. "Did you clean out your locker already?"

"Yup, earlier," she said, looking very nervous.

"What's up?"

"Umm…" she sighed, "Well, I was walking around the school and figured I'd say this now before I lose my nerve."

I put my last notebook in my bag and turned to look at her. "Are you uninviting me to Chicago?"

"Oh no! That's not it, I want you to come." I let out a relieved laugh. "It's…Are you and Mike still unofficial?"

"I guess," I shrugged, closing my locker, "I mean, we haven't talked about it but we haven't even made out in a while."

"OK, good. What about us?"

"What do you mean?"

"We've been really great lately and I've been trying and...are we…are we ever going to go back to being special friends?" Santana was looking down at her hands waiting for me to answer. "You know, like before?"

I had been thinking the same thing since we got back from New York. Things were different between us but that had happened before. I was afraid that if we went back to being special friends, things would get messed up again, since they always did. I did have one questions though. "Can you be honest and answer a question for me?"

Santana looked up, fear in her eyes, and nodded. "Su…sure."

I looked around to make sure no one was around. The hallway was empty. "You said we should practice, for boys. But, if you want to be good for your husband, shouldn't you be practicing with a boy? The plumbing is different so what works on me won't work on him."

Santana shut her eyes really tight and then opened them. "You're right. I just…I trust you and we're both hot so…uh..I don't know, Britt. All I know is that I wanted to be close to you and yeah, maybe that was just an excuse but, I mean, come on. We owe it to sex to be together. We're so good."

I couldn't argue with her there. "That's true. But, I still don't get how this is going to help you with your NFL husband."

She ran her hand through her hair, looking frustrated. But I knew she wasn't frustrated with me. "Forget him, OK? Just…forget I said anything. I'll just meet you in the choir room."

She turned to leave and when she took a step, I got the sudden urge to bring her back. When she took another step, I reached for her and turned her around. I was going to tell her to stay and wait for me but instead I got the urge to kiss her. I knew the hallway was still empty so I pulled her closer and kissed her. I thought she'd push me away since we were in public, but, just like in the locker room, she kissed me back and put her hands on my cheeks. It felt like we were kissing for a long time, but it was only a few seconds. She pulled back and I saw a small smile.

"Sorry," I said with an grin.

She laughed. "No, you're not." I shook my head. "What was that for?"

I really wanted to keep my promise to myself and stay away from Santana and just be regular friends with her but it was so hard to stay away. I missed her. I missed her kisses. I missed her holding me. I missed the way she made me feel. She was like my drug and I didn't know how to stop. "OK."

"OK?"

"We should be special friends again." I saw her smile really big and she looked so happy.

My brain was telling me I was making a big mistake. Again.

###

We didn't go back to being special friends right away. Mainly because we didn't know how to start up again. We had always been close but ever since we had that talk at prom, it felt like we were even closer.

Before, Santana would just start kissing my neck and touch me when she wanted to start something. Now, Santana seemed almost shy and I felt like she should make the first move since she was the one who brought it up. Honestly, I just didn't want to scare her away so I let her set the pace.

A week after school ended, we were sitting on her living room couch watching a movie. We were wearing shorts and T-shirts so we could be completely relaxed. Santana's mom was in Indiana for the weekend and I was staying over, keeping Santana company. "Poor Tom Hanks," I said, "He's all alone on that island."

"He's got Wilson."

"Santana, you know that's just a volleyball, right?"

"Yeah, I know," she said with a light laugh.

"I could never survive on an island by myself."

"I think you could, Britt. You're really smart and I think you could find food and build shelter really easy."

I turned to face her, dropping my arm on top of the couch. "Yeah, that I could do, but I'd get so lonely. I'd have to have someone there with me. "

"Who?" Santana turned and copied my position.

I didn't have to think long for a name. "You."

"You want to be stranded on an island with me?"

"Yeah. I mean, you'd totally kick ass on the island. Plus, you're the only person I don't get tired of being around."

Santana looked down and laughed. She always ducked her head when I embarrassed her so I couldn't see her blush. "I never get tired of you either Britt," she said looking up.

I reached for the remote and paused the movie. "Can I ask you something?" Santana nodded. "How come you haven't tried to kiss me yet?"

Santana turned back to face the TV and crossed her arms. "Uh, what do you mean?"

I moved closer to her. "I mean, that you wanted to be special friends again, but you haven't even tried to hold my hand. Do you not want to anymore? Cause it's OK if you don't, but just tell me so I'm not waiting."

Santana took a deep breath then turned to face me. "I want to," she whispered. I waited for her to say more but she didn't say anything. She turned her body and put her hand on my shoulders, brining me closer to her. "I want to."

My heart was beating really fast and my breathing was kinda fast too and the way Santana was looking at me was really turning me on. After what felt like forever, she finally kissed me. It was really soft at first, kind of like she was waiting for me to change my mind. I pressed closer to her and opened my mouth a bit more and so did she. After a few more seconds, Santana got more confident and I felt her tongue in my mouth. It was like heaven.

Santana fell back onto the couch and took me with her, never stopping our kissing. I was so dizzy with Santana's kiss that I had no idea how we ended up fully laid down on the couch with me on top. I settled on top of her and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands caressing my back. I pressed closer to her and she moaned. Although it had been a long time since we had done this, it didn't feel like it at all. It was like our bodies remembered.

I finally pulled back, both of us breathing really hard. "We could…do this on the island too."

I was glad when Santana laughed between breaths. "Our own sex island."

"Mmmm hmmm." I kissed her lower lip. "Everything is wrong," I said and kissed her lip again.

"What do you mean?" Santana tightened her legs around me.

I pushed up to see her better. "The lights are on and I'm on top. I know you like it dark so we can't see and you on top so you control things."

Santana pulled me back down and kissed me, hard, and it felt like she was going to swallow me whole. When she finally stopped, I felt so dizzy again, like I had just gotten off some sort of spinning ride.

"Maybe I like this better," she said, sounding really sexy with her deep voice, "Maybe I actually prefer you on top."

"Yeah?" I rocked my hips against her and she smiled. "Can I be on top now, since we're starting over?"

She lifted her hips against me. Her center grinding against mine making me groan softly. "How about you make the rules this time."

I was so turned on that it felt like my body was on fire. Everything I wanted was happening right now. Santana was talking to me, looking at me and letting me take control. I looked down at her and she was looking at me and not trying to hide. "We keep the lights on from time to time so we can see each other."

Santana swallowed and nodded. I knew she was scared but she was making an effort and trying, just like she said she would. She reached for the hem of my thin shirt and pulled it up, taking it off and leaving me in just my bra. "OK," she said.

"Talking is OK," I said and Santana nodded. I sat up and made her do the same so I could take off her shirt. "And no boys."

"Like threesomes?"

I reached behind her and unhooked her bra then threw it on the ground. I took in a deep breath and smiled watching Santana's boobs spring free. Or bounce free since they were a little bouncy from Santana's breathing. I bit my lip as I stared at her nipples. I couldn't wait to taste them. I heard Santana chuckle so I looked up at her. "Huh?"

"You said…" she reached behind me and took off my bra. "…no boys. I'm not thinking of brining any boys into this, if that's what you're worried about." She threw my bra on the floor, leaned in and sucked on my nipple.

"Ah!" I forgot what I was saying. All I could focus on was Santana's lips and tongue sucking on my breast. It was scary how much power she had over me and part of me really loved that and another part, the one that had shown up these past few months, hated it.

Santana gave me one last lick before leaning back with a satisfied look on her face. "No boys. Or girls."

I got my breathing under control and put my hands on Santana's shoulders to steady myself. "I mean no boyfriends. I don't want to do that again. I won't."

She sat up and scooted away from me so I sat straight too. She stayed quiet for a while and I almost wanted to laugh at the both of us sitting topless on her couch. I was about to reach for my shirt when she spoke.

"OK."

I turned my body to face her. "Really?" She nodded. "Wait, do you know what I mean though?" She nodded again. "If you get another boyfriend, we stop this. Or if I get one. I only want to have sex with one person."

"Wait, aren't you with Mike?" She crossed her arms then turned to face me, lifting leg on the couch. "Aren't you already breaking this rule?"

"We're not together," I said, "Not officially. It's like a standby thing."

Santana uncrossed her arms and got up and stood in front of me, still topless. "Make sure you put boy Chang on the no fly list. Permanently." She leaned down and put her hands on my shoulders and straddled me, her boobs right in my face. I smiled. "I'll follow this rule of yours. The boys at this school are idiots and I have no interest in wasting my time with any of them."

I took my eyes away from her boobs to looked her in the eyes. "Because they are idiots? Is that the only reason you don't want to be with any of those guys?" I lifted my hands and cupped both her breasts and squeezed them and her whole face changed to an expression of pleasure. I loved that look on her, especially since I was the one making it happen. I knew those boys being dumb had nothing to do with why she didn't want a boyfriend. It was simply that they were boys.

"So dumb," she breathed out. She squeezed my shoulders harder and began to slowly rock her hips.

"It's not because they're boys?" Before she could answer, I opened my mouth wide and closed it around her right breast. She moaned really loud.

"Britt…"

I wanted her to say she was a lesbian, so she could admit it to herself. She was already so different from a few months ago and I just knew she was so close to saying it out loud. My hope was that once she did, she would next admit that she wanted to be with me. Only me. It was a dumb idea, I know. She has basically told me a million times that I was just practice but I didn't want to believe that. Not with the way she touched me, took care of me and made me feel. There had to be more.

I let go of her breast and pushed her off me, making her stand up again.

"What's wrong?" She looked really surprised.

I stood up and took her hand. "This couch is…we need more room." I walked to her bedroom with Santana quickly walking behind me. When we got to her room I sat her down on the bed and stood in front of her. "What if those boys weren't dumb? Would you want to be with one of them?" I hooked my fingers on the waistband of my shorts and underwear and quickly took them off at the same time. I stood up straight, naked, in front of Santana and waited for her to answer.

"I…" Santana's eyes looked really wild and her breathing was a lot faster than it was downstairs. She was looking me up and down, like she was seeing my naked body for the first time. This was the first time I was practically on display for her. She was looking at me like she had discovered a buried treasure. I would totally just stand in front of her all day if she kept looking at me like that.

She reached for me and brought me closer and I tried not to jump on her when she brushed two fingers between me. I knew I was really wet already but when I saw it on Santana's fingers, I got even wetter. She leaned forward and ran her tongue between my slit and I swear I almost came right then. She looked up at me then put her wet fingers in her mouth and licked them.

"Oh God," I moaned.

"I don't want to be with any of those boys," she said as she stood up, "All I know is that, right now, I want to be with you."

That was all I was going to get from her today and that was totally fine. I quickly pulled down her shorts and underwear, then I did pounce on her just like I wanted. This was definitely progress.

###

The first month of summer vacation was perfect. Santana and I hung out a lot and we were getting along great. Not having to worry about school and the rules of popularity made Santana a lot happier. She was more relaxed and happier and it just made me wish we were out of high school already.

We went to the pool, the movies, and even hung out with the Glee club a few times. Quinn had hung out with us a lot too and even she seemed more relaxed. High school just made everyone crazy.

We were leaving for Chicago the next day so I was sleeping over her house. Santana and her mom were going to spend six weeks there. Santana's mom was going to work in the Chicago office or something. I'm not sure what Santana's mom did except that it had something to do with a bank. She wore fancy business suits all the time and had an expensive briefcase so I figured she had an important job.

I tried to convince my parents to let me stay six weeks too but they said no. They said I could stay five days. Five days wasn't enough, not when I wouldn't see Santana for six weeks. I wasn't sure how I was going to last six weeks without her. Six weeks without her sweet lady kisses. Six weeks without her head between my legs and her tongue inside me, which was happening this very moment.

"Oh fuck!" I arched my back and gripped the sheets. Santana had gotten so good at this and sometimes she made me cum in only a few minutes. Like right now, she had only been down there for a short while, but I was already feeling that tight feeling in my abdomen as she thrust her tongue inside me. Of course, her pumping two fingers in and out of me really fast before she went down on me got me started. About an hour after we had gotten to her room, we had taken off our clothes and started making out. That naked make out session had turned into sexy times really fast.

"Mmmmm," she hummed and the vibration made me moan really loud. "Britt." She lifted her head to look at me and I opened my eyes and saw her mouth and chin glistening, that was a calendar word. It was so hot. "Britt, you have to be quiet, OK? You'll wake up my mom."

"Glisten," I breathed.

"What?"

I shook my head. I needed her mouth back on me, like right now. "Sorry. I'll be quiet. Anyway, she said she took sleeping pills."

"Still," she said with a smile, "I know how loud you can get."

I was loud sometimes but it was Santana's fault. I tried to control my breathing but nothing was working, and it got even faster when I saw Santana lick her lips, tasting me. I reached down and put my hand on top of her head and pushed her back down. I heard her giggle before she continued what she was doing. I leaned back on the bed and lost myself in how she made me feel.

I loved her.

I was in love with her and wanted to be with only her. When I was with her, it was like I was living in a magical world where unicorns existed and everything was made of candy.

"Oh…ohhh…San…." I still had my hands on her head. I pushed her down against me while I thrusted against her. I found out she really like that. She moaned again.

She still hadn't admitted she was gay. Not to me or herself. I had even heard her tell her mom about some of the cute boys she saw at the mall. I had just rolled my eyes and stayed quiet. While she was way more comfortable having sex with me, the fear that anyone would think her anything but straight was still there.

I jerked forward when she sucked my clit really hard and came saying her name. I fell back against the bed, still trembling, and waited for my heavy breathing to slow down. Santana continued licking me for a bit longer before she kissed my body as she came back up to face me.

"Did you like that, Britt-Britt?" She settled on top of me and kissed my neck.

I didn't answer right away because I couldn't breath. "Disoriented," I breathed, "Calendar word."

"I take that as a yes, then," Santana said. She kissed my neck then my cheek and finally found my mouth. I had recovered enough to kiss her.

"Yes," I giggled when I pulled back, "Your big lips are perfect for eating me out."

She laughed again and sucked on my lower lip. "It's easy when you taste so good."

"Yeah?" She had never said that before. I mean, seriously, how can she still not admit she was a lesbian when she said things like that?

"So good." She straddled my thigh and began to slowly grind against it. I loved when she did that. Actually, I loved when she did anything.

"You like sticking your tongue inside me?" I wanted to see how far I could take this and see how many lesbian things I could get her to admit.

She picked up her pace and I felt her wetness, there was a lot, on my thigh. I wrapped my arms around her and put my hands on her ass, guiding her thrusts. "Ye…yes," she moaned.

I squeezed her ass hard. "Say it."

She ground against me faster and her eyes were closed and her mouth open. She looked so beautiful. "I…fuck…I like stick…sticking my tongue inside you." She moaned loud again and I smiled.

I looked down at her breasts that were swinging back and forth from her thrusts and I really wanted to put one in my mouth but I didn't want to interrupt Santana's movements. I knew she was close.

"What else do you like, baby?" I knew she was so far gone, she wouldn't notice my calling her that. I did that sometimes, call her baby when she was just about to cum. I don't know if she ever heard me but I like to think she did and that she liked it.

She opened her eyes and they were so dark and intense that it took my breath away. "Be…being inside you…when…my fingers….when you cum around them…."

Santana was so lost in her pleasure, I wasn't sure if she knew what she was admitting. She kept her eyes on me, never looking away as she picked up speed. She was moaning and grunting pretty loudly. I was so glad I made the rule to have a light on so I could see this. The lamp on the night stand was the perfect lighting. "You're so close, baby," I told her, again squeezing her ass cheeks tighter, "Let me see you."

She gave a few more thrusts and then came so hard she couldn't even scream. She shut her eyes really tight and stopped breathing. It was then I felt this gush of warmth on my thigh then she collapsed on top of me.

I held her while she came down, and I almost told her I loved her. I really wanted to but I didn't want the first time I said it to be when she has half out of it. After a moment, I finally spoke. "That was beautiful, sweetie."

She kept her face buried in my neck, breathing in and out. "Did….did I…."

"What?"

She lifted her face then looked down between our bodies at my thigh that looked like someone had thrown a cup of water on it.

"Oh God," she said, looking embarrassed, "Shit, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? Why?" She rolled off of me buried her face in the pillow, face down. "Santana, what? Why are you sorry?"

"Mmmmmmphh."

I was so confused. "I can't understand you."

She lifted her head enough to talk. "I don't…I don't know why that happened. Can we just forget it?"

"You want to forget we had sex?" Ever since that day we were watching that Tom Hanks movie, Santana hadn't tried to forget our sexy times. Sometimes she'd even bring up some of the stuff we did to tease me so I wasn't sure why she wanted to forget again. I felt that tightness in my chest and that familiar feeling of sadness. I pouted. "I thought you weren't doing that anymore?"

She finally looked at me, and I guess I must have looked really upset because she quickly sat up and shook her head. "No, I mean…not all of it, just this last part," she said looking down at me.

"Your part?" She nodded. "But that was the best part." She looked down at my thigh the quickly looked away. It was still wet and I finally understood what was wrong. "Are you embarrassed you, like exploded, on my leg?"

She groaned. "Oh God!" She shook her head. "Don't talk about it. I practically peed on your leg."

I smiled that started giggling. "Santana. That's not pee, that's…" She put her hand on my mouth to stop me from talking.

"Stop." She looked so serious and it just made me want to giggle more.

I pushed her hand away. "Honey, don't be embarrassed. That was way hot and totally normal. When I was doing my lady sex research, I read about this and it's fine. It happens a lot."

"You haven't done it," she whined.

I sat up and shrugged. "Not yet." I ran my hand down my thigh. "Most of it dripped to the sheet, anyway."

Santana fell back on the bed and covered her face with her hands. "This isn't happening. We're never having sex again."

I rolled my eyes because she was totally lying. I moved to lie on top of her, and she removed her hands but turned her head and looked out the window. "Yes we are," I said, "We're going to keep having sex because with these new rules, our sexy times are getting more awesome." I saw her try not to smile and it made me smile. "What happened was so hot and I really, really liked how it felt." I spread her legs with my hips and settled between them. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, still looking out the window. I leaned close to her ear and whispered. "If we stop having sex, then you can't suck and lick my…pussy anymore."

She groaned and turned her head to look at me. "You're quite persuasive."

"Calendar word," I said.

"You and that calendar," she laughed and I knew she was getting over her embarrassment.

"What do you prefer? Pussy or vagina?" I asked, "I like pussy better, I think."

She laughed again. "It's the same thing, Britt."

"No, I mean, like, let's say you're thinking about me going down on you," I explain, "In your mind, are you thinking, 'I can't wait for Brittany to eat my pussy' or do you think, 'I can't wait for Brittany to eat my vagina'?

"You think that's what I think about?" she teased.

I wiggled my eyebrows and nodded. A few months ago, we would never be talking like this and practically cuddling in bed. If this had been last year, Santana would already have been asleep or gone. Progress. I was sure that she would come out by graduation and that she'd want to be with me. I just felt it in my gut.

"OK, fine," she huffed, "Maybe I think about that from time to time."

"All the time," I giggled, "But I bet you think more about you going down on me."

She bit her lip and rolled her eyes. "No comment."

I leaned down and kissed her. I meant it to be a short kiss, but when she kissed me back it turned passionate really quick. "So tell me?" I breathed against her lips. "Pussy or vagina?"

She moved her hand between our bodies and began to massage my…

"Pussy," she said, "I think about eating your pussy."

I closed my eyes and moaned. We were going to be so tired for our flight tomorrow.

###

Chicago was so amazing. Well, the city was and I could totally see myself living here. I wasn't a fan of the suburbs because everything looked the same. Besides, I already lived in a suburb and I didn't want to live in another one. I wanted to live in a city.

The flight was pretty short and we were there by noon. Santana's Uncle Julio picked us up and he was really nice to me. He had dark skin like Santana and had a black and white beard. We were going to stay with him since he had a big house and he had recently gotten a divorce. His kids were already grown up so he was all alone.

The house was really a building, I think. It had three floors and each floor was its own apartment. "This is so cool," I said when we got there.

"It is, but way too big for just me now," Julio said, "I'm thinking of renting out the bottom two floors."

"That's a wise investment, Julio," Maribel said. Santana's mom had insisted I call her by her first name since I met her, but it felt too weird. I only did it when I really had to get her attention.

"Brittany and I will stay on the first floor," Santana said.

"I guess I'll take the second," Maribel said, "But, Santana, I fully expect you to stay with me once Brittany goes back to Lima."

Santana sighed. "Fine."

"Well," Julio said, "You ladies settle in and I'll come by in half an hour and take you out for a late lunch."

We each went to our own floors and I was glad to finally be alone with Santana. She opened the door to the apartment and we stepped inside. It was bigger than I thought and furnished just like those pictures in an IKEA catalogue. "Wow, it's like our own apartment."

"Pretty cool, right?" Santana walked in to the living room and dropped her bag by the black leather couch, "Mom and I always stay here when we visit but this is the first time I've stayed on the first floor." She pointed to her left down a narrow hallway. "There are two bedrooms through there and one bathroom. The kitchen is right before the hallway."

I came in and closed he door, leaving my suitcase near the door. "Do we each get our own bedroom?"

She pouted. "Do you want your own bedroom?"

I smiled and walked to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "We've never shared a room for five nights. What if you get tired of me?"

She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck, her boots making her just as tall as me. "I could never get tired of you." She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss.

My heart started beating really fast and my whole body felt really warm and tingly. Only Santana could make me feel like this. If someone had seen us just now they would think we were dating and a couple super in love. Except, the only person who I knew was in love, was me. I knew Santana loved me but I wasn't sure if she was in love with me. Ever since that Tom Hanks night we've been acting like a couple. At least that's what it seems like to me. I mean, sure, we were only all cuddly in secret, but still.

I kissed her back. "It's like we're living together." I saw panic in her eyes for a second before she let out a soft laugh. "Thanks for bringing me."

"I told you I would," she said, "I just wish you could stay longer."

It was my turn to pout. "Me too. I'm going to miss you. The rest of the summer is going to suck without you."

She took a deep breath. "Yeah."

I tightened my grip on her. "I really like you, Santana."

"I should hope so," she said with a soft laugh.

I wanted to tell her how I felt but I was afraid that would make her lose all the progress she had made. At the same time, I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep this to myself. I was horrible at keeping secrets. "I really like spending time with you. It doesn't matter what we do, just being with you is awesome."

She opened her mouth the close it. I saw that panic in her eyes again but she closed her eyes before I could get a real good look. She kept them closed then leaned in and kissed me again, but this time, it was more than a soft peck. She moved her left hand to the back of my head and deepened the kiss. I was in that unicorn, candy world again. When she pulled away, I kept my eyes closed.

"We should, umm," she said, "We should get ready for lunch."

I opened my eyes and saw her give me a small smile. I smiled back and nodded. I told her I needed to use the bathroom and left. Once I was in there I splashed cold water on my face to help me wake up from this hazy unicorn world. I tried not to think about how she didn't tell me she liked me or that she liked spending time with me too. Maybe she was still scared. I was glad I hadn't told her what I really wanted to say. It wasn't time.

-tbc-

A/N: I mean to say this last chapter but most of the schools mentioned in this story are fake. Thank you to everyone following and reviewing. Once high school is over, we'll see what's going on in Santana's head.