AUGH! GUYS! I know it's been way too long, but here's the final chapter of The Pool Party.

Also, PLEASE do yourself a huge favor and read "Hate That I Love You," by peach83. It's so perf.

Yeah, and this chapter might suck cause I kinda forgot it was supposed to be G!P... yikes.

Oh, and read the note after the chapter? It's a new thing I'm trying. K, I'm done. Byeeee.

"Go away, Quinn!" I hear her walking away. I know she's gonna come back. I quickly grab a Kleenex from her bedside and wipe away any tears on my face. I hear her footsteps again and the sound of her putting a key into the lock. A few seconds later she walks in.

"Santana, first off, this is my bedroom. I can be here. Secondly, you wanna explain what the hell just happened out there?" I clutch the tissue in my hand even tighter. I hate for other people to see me cry. Especially Quinn. She always gets all sentimental.

She comes over and sit next to me. I keep my head down, but I know she's giving me a sympathetic look.

"I don't wanna hear it Quinn. I know what you're gonna say."

"Good. Then you know what you need to do." I feel a tear roll down my cheek. The bed shifts and Quinn gets up. Just as she does, another figure crouches in front of me. A pale hand reaches for my hand, pulling the crumpled Kleenex from my grip and lifting my head. Suddenly, I'm staring into crystal blue orbs. I freeze.

The hand moves the Kleenex to my face and gently wipes away any traces of tears. Her eyes are still piercing mine. She brings her hand away from my face and takes a deep breath.

She looks down. "Santana, I'm so, so sorry." She sounds sincere. She she sounds hurt- like she's been crying. "Look, if you don't forgive me for this, or... or for taking your virginity and then breaking up with you… I understand." She pauses, then looks back up at me. She looks deep into my eyes, easily piercing through brown with blue. "You scare me Santana. I think you're amazing. No, you're perfect. And I felt so mediocre. I felt like I didn't deserve you. And then I took something so precious and I just walked all over it like it didn't matter. God, I am so fucking stupid." Her voice cracks and a storm of tears fall. She lowers her head again. "I am so sorry Santana. I'm such a dumbass."

I want to scream at her. I want to hurt her. I want to fight her. But I can't. It just takes so much out of me. When I fight her, I have to fight myself. I have to fight my thoughts about how beautiful she looks. I have to fight the need to be touching some part of her skin at all times. I have to fight the way I feel about her. I just can't anymore.

I look at the vision of perfection in front of me. I look at the way her body shakes a little while she sobs. I look at the genuine pain she shows that I've always dismissed as an act, and I think, I'm the only obstacle. She's wanted so many times to fix us. She's wanted so many times to set everything straight. But I wouldn't let her. In my mind, she was heartlessly using me. But my mind and my heart have never agreed when it comes to Brittany. At least, not until now.

I touch my hand to her chin, gently pulling her head up. Her eyes remain staring at the floor. I bring the thumb from my other hand to slowly wipe away a tear. Her eyes shoot up to mine at the gesture.

"Santana, you don't have to-"

"I want to," I give her a small smile.

"But maybe you shouldn't." She takes both of my hands in hers. "I don't think I could live with myself if I ever hurt you like that again." The look she gives me is all I need to know that I can trust her. And I do. I release myself from her grip, and for a second, she looks sad- like she thinks I'm really walking away from her. But I quickly grab her face with both my hands and connect our lips.

I feel the fireworks I've only ever felt with her. I feel complete. In this moment, I feel like everything is perfect because at the end of the lightning bolts caressing my lips are the lips I could kiss forever. I feel all the love I've stuffed into a box at the back of my mind because it hurt too much too feel. But this doesn't. This feels amazing.

I pull away, my eyes slowly opening in perfect sync with hers.

"I want you. Now," I whisper against her lips. And suddenly, something barbaric takes over her. The fragile girl who was just crying at my feet is now rising to hers, pushing me back on the bed roughly.

"You don't have to tell me twice," she breathes as she begins to nip at the skin on my neck. A silent moan escapes my lips. Every time she touches me, even in the slightest way, it sends this feeling through me, like she's setting a fire atop my skin. I close my eyes and let the sensation take over me.

One of her hands tangles into my hair, tugging on it gently. A silent moan escapes my throat and she smiles into my neck. Her other hand travels to my back. I arch my back in order to allow her to untie the back of my bikini top. I help her pull it off completely and, almost instantly, her lips are connected to my nipple, her hand roughly massaging the other.

I let out a shrill noise, muffling it as much as possible by biting my lip.

She switches to the other nipple and I hum softly, completely immersed in ecstasy. One of her knees moves between my legs to spread. Her knee pushes up into my core faintly, making my breath hitch. As she continues, her pushes get harder and harder.

I can feel myself getting closer. I start to see stars and galaxies and a few new dimensions when she suddenly stops. I groan in protest. Before I can say anything, her lips are on mine, taking the breath from me with just the feeling of being so close to each other. I briefly think about how it's been far too long. That is, until the electrical currents running from my lips to hers pull me back.

Her hands travel down to grip my ass, pulling my fully into her, our cores thrusting against each other through our bikini bottoms. I gasp in pleasure a little through the kiss. My hips automatically buck up into her. I can feel her getting harder and harder against me. She lets out a small moan into my mouth and I smirk at getting to make her lose her normally in-control demeanor.

Her lips detach themselves from mine and, instead, travel across my cheek, down my neck, then back up to my ear, licking the shell slightly before whispering, "I wanna try something."

Maybe it's the way her cool breath tickles my now damp ear sending shivers down my spine, or maybe it's the way her voice just just a few octaves in a way that makes me want to throw her back on this bed and fuck her hard.

She balances herself on her arms, staring down at me with a look that reminds me that I still haven't answered.

"What is it?" I whisper, my voice sounding a little meek.

He eyes fill with lust as she lowers herself back down to my ear, gently letting her lips move against it as she speaks. "I want you to sit on my face."

My eyes bulge out a little. I've never done that. Ever. Then again, I haven't had much sex since I lost my virginity to Brittany. As if she can hear my thoughts, she whispers, "I'll show you how. I promise, it'll be great."

I simply nod. She quickly moves to remove my bikini bottoms and slowly slide them down my legs. She tosses them to the floor, skillfully flipping us over so that I'm on top of her in the process. I sit on her stomach as she inches her head closer to the headboard. "You can move up now," she whispers softly, knowing how scary this might be for me. I slowly make my way up, her body until my knees are digging into either side of her head.

"You ready?" she whispers. I look down into her beautiful blue eyes and see nothing but love. I smile a little and slowly lower myself onto her mouth. As soon as my core touches her mouth, the pleasure starts. Her tongue begins drawing the most intricate patterns over my clit, frequently ducking down into my entrance. I yelp in pleasure, unable to muffle it by biting my lip. I grab ahold of the headboard and close my eyes tightly. This feels amazing. She feels amazing.

She reaches with both hands to massage my breasts and I feel myself coming closer to the edge. After a few more strokes of her tongue over my clit, her tongue disappears inside me again, thrusting in and out. I can feel my walls begin to clench around her tongue. I scream loudly, hoping the music outside is loud enough for no one to hear it. She pinches my nipples hard one last time, sending my over the edge with a loud moan. I cum in her mouth. She quickly starts to lap away at all the juices flowing from me as I sit above her panting. Once I catch my breath, I move to get off of her to lie next to her, my head on her perfect abs, tracing patterns into them with my finger.

Her arm drapes around me. "How was it?" she asks, sounding a little worried.

I smile up at her. "Amazing. It was amazing. You're amazing." She smiles and I move up to kiss her. We kiss for a good five minutes until I look out the window and realize that the sun's going down. I sigh.

"We should get back out there. I'm sure they're all suspicious," I whisper.

She groans. "You're right." I put my bikini back on and we head back out to the party. The sun is almost down and there are now twinkly lights around the entire yard. It's beautiful. I look to the beautiful girl on my arms and think, Actually, this is real beauty. The sunset in the sky that Brittany seems to be so immersed in doesn't even compare to the gorgeous blue eyes looking at it.

It doesn't seem that anyone notices us. They're all at tables, eating and having overly animated conversations about fanfiction or the Cheerios or football that they don't notice Brittany and I returning. At least, it seems that way until Quinn and Kurt saunter over to us, eyeing us suspiciously.

Kurt steps a little closer to us. "Personal space, please," I roll my eyes.

He steps back and turns to Quinn. "Yup. They both smell like pussy."

My eyes bulge out. Brittany's mouth curves into a smirk before she bursts out into a fit of laughter.

"Yeah, Kurt. That's kinda what girls have," Brittany jokes. But Quinn isn't listening. Instead, she gives me a death glare.

"You're still spending the night?" I nod. "Good. Then you can clean my sheets." She stalks off, Kurt following suit, but not before sending us a wink and a thumbs up.

Brittany turns to me. "Well," she says, "I know this is kind of backwards, but, uh…" she takes a nervous step towards me. "Santana, will you be my girlfriend… again? I promise this time will be so much better. I never want to hurt you again. I never will, and I want to prove-"

I cut her off with my lips, kissing her with all the passion I have. We come up for air a few minutes later.

"So, that's a yes?" she looks at me hopefully.

I place a peck to her lips. "That's a hell yes."

We lean in for a kiss, but before our lips can touch, we're interrupted by the sound of our friends, Judy, and Quinn's grandmother applauding and coming towards us. We're met with pats on the back and rounds of, "You finally got your shit together!" But all I can do is stare at Brittany and think about how I haven't been this happy in a long time.

Brittany's eyes catch mine and I we both just smile lovingly at each other. In all the confusion, I've forgotten how much that smile means to me.

"Stay over," I whisper at her. She nods.

We spend that night in the each other's arms, feeling nothing but the safety we bring each other and the love we feel for each other. And in those moments, I was more content than I'd ever been.


Hey, guys! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Your reviews are what made me get off my ass (or rather, sit on my ass) and write this for you (on a school night!). But here's my new thing: I want you to attach something when you review. Like, there'll be a question for you after every chapter. It could be for fun or for fic inspiration.

Today's question: What's the craziest thing you've ever done with your friends/a friend?

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