Santana's intricate preparation to "woo" Brittany hadn't gone as she would've liked. She burnt the sauce for the spaghetti and the "fun smelly candles", as Brittany so endearingly called them, almost burned down the drapes Santana's mother had sewn her last summer, not to mention her entire room.

'I guess being a romantic isn't what it used to be…' Santana thought as she concocted plan B in her head. Right then and there, she retrieved her IPhone from her pocket and swiftly typed out a text to Brittany.

Brittany had been in the locker room showers when her phone had buzzed with Santana's message. Brittany always brought her phone in the shower with her, for emergencies, of course.

"You never know when a murderer could jump out," she explained to Santana for the thousandth time, "You could be happily rinsing and repeating without knowing it'd be the last thing you ever did. …And what about when I finally get you pregnant! I could be in the shower when you pop out my baby, and I'll have missed the whole thing!"

Santana smiled adoringly at her best friend, "Britt, when I'm in labor, which may I mention, will be a slap to God's face for ruining this kickin' bod', I'm sure you won't miss it, and I doubt it'll resemble anything close to a 'pop'."

She skillfully button-pressed through the Ziploc bag where she opened a text from Santana.

From Sanny Bear:

Come over after practice pleaseeee ;)

7:09pm

Brittany smiled at the text but did not like what it implied. She loved Santana, she told her all the time, but sex-without-feelings wasn't really enough for Brittany anymore. Brittany's thoughts wandered back to second grade when she and Santana had first met.

She and Rachel had been swinging when a quiet little Santana and Quinn approached them.

"I personally find it easiest that I perform whenever possible. My dads say that if they have ears, they're an audience so if you think about it, I should be singing all the time, which I nearly am so…" Rachel rambled as Brittany watched Santana inch toward the two with crossed arms and Quinn leading the way.

"We want to use the swings now." Quinn said

"But we're on them now!" Brittany said, slowly losing power in her constant pumps.

"We're going to use them now, so scram!" Quinn demanded as other kids yelled on the playground.

"As much as we'd love to obey your absurd demands, Quinn, Brittany and I were here first." Rachel added, and Brittany remembers admiring her courageousness.

"Shut up, Berry!" Quinn yelled and Brittany slowly eased off the swing but tripped over herself and landed face-first in the woodchips.

All Brittany could hear was Quinn's high-pitched laughter but when she looked up she found Santana was laughing as well. Rachel had gotten off the swing and tried to help Brittany up, but the tiny blonde shrugged her off and ran back inside the school.

When Brittany looked into the mirror her cheeks were pink her eyes were red but there had been no visible damage to her pale face. There was however, a small cut on her knee where she got a piece of wet paper towel and stuck it there.

She was there for five minutes when she heard the door open and footsteps on the tile. Brittany saw Santana's reflection in the mirror and turned around to face her.

Santana roughly grabbed Brittany's hand and put a small piece of amethyst in her palm. They'd been studying rocks in Mr. Henry's class lately and Brittany had been staring at the piece of amethyst identical to the one sitting in her palm all of class, thinking it was the prettiest thing she'd ever seen.

"I'm sorry." Santana said simply before she left. Brittany thinks that's when she fell in love.

To Sanny Bear:

Ok. Coming now.

7:12pm

Brittany's hand was on the doorknob to Santana's place at 7:30 exactly. She knew better than to knock on the door, so she just let herself in.

"Santana? I'm here!" She yelled, surprised that her brunette wasn't there to greet her. "Coach Sylvester was super mad you and Quinn weren't there, but I told her you were helping with Lord Tubbington's eating disorder and I think she understood." Brittany continued as she left her bag beside the door. The living room was normal; very neat, but it was hardly used since Santana had a television in her room. The kitchen was where things got suspicious. Brittany took it upon herself to turn off the stove that held a pot of burnt sauce and follow the steps up to Santana's room.

"San?"

She pushed the door into Santana's bedroom open and she grinned wider than she could ever have remembered. Brittany thought Santana couldn't get more beautiful than she already was, but she was wrong. Seeing Santana lit by the white lights strung across her ceiling must've been the most breathtaking thing Brittany could've ever imagined.

"Brittany." Santana greeted. "Come here," and Brittany, almost in a trance, was wrapped up in her friend's arms. They stood there, like that for awhile, until Santana spoke.

"I spent a lot of time thinking about what I wanted to do for you. I had to get us out of that stupid rut so I wanted to do something special. I thought about lighting candles and making spaghetti, but once that plan went to Shitsville I thought about something else.

"I care about you so much, Britt, and if that means learning how to cook and bake and set the table and do my own laundry I'll do it, but right here, now, that's all that matters. We're all that matters, and I shouldn't need a special dinners or scented candles to show you how much I care."

Brittany stayed silent. She absorbed her love's words like she was a sponge and let it marinate for a second. Then she kissed Santana harder than ever before. She kissed her because of how much Santana cared. She kissed her because of how beautiful Santana was. She kissed her for her eyes and her nose and her mouth, but most of all, she kissed her because she was Santana, and Brittany loved Santana more than anything in the world.

Before Brittany knew it Santana was in control. Santana guided Brittany to her bed by hand, and slowly they sunk onto to mattress together, kissing and touching and loving. Santana kissed her and kissed her and kissed her. She couldn't get enough of her blonde beauty, and she needed more. She was gentle, but yearning, and as Santana slipped off Brittany's shirt, they both felt as if it was their first time.

Brittany moaned softly into Santana's mouth as a cool breeze slid over her exposed chest. Santana's warm hands replaced the chill as they touched and caressed every particle of Brittany's exposed skin. The blonde slowly worked Santana's top off of her, as she tossed it into the discarded clothes pile that was rapidly growing.

Santana took her time peeling off all of Brittany's clothes. In the past when the two had sex, it had been quick. They didn't bother to take off clothes, just shoved their hands in between each other and went at it. But the look in Santana's eyes just how considerate she was being, Brittany thought she was choking on the love that was flooding her chest.

"I need you, Britt," Santana whispered into her ear, "I need all of you." And with that, Santana was inside of Brittany..

Brittany could hardly breathe. All she could do was feel. The strung white lights illuminated Santana's face in the most magnificent way and when Santana entered Brittany for the first time in weeks, Brittany could've sworn Santana was an angel.

The room was dead silent, excluding the rumple of Santana's sheets and the encouraging whispers Brittany was planting in her ear. Santana moved and pushed and rubbed, doing anything and everything to bring her beautiful blonde to complete euphoria, and she was approaching fast.

"Let go, baby, just let go," Santana murmured and Brittany did.

Brittany let go in every way a person could let go. She unraveled and disentangled and she understood with complete clarity how she felt. As Brittany Pierce came undone she said only one thing:

"I love you so much."

And Santana froze.

Her heart stopped and her mind reeled but her body was rigid.

Brittany told Santana she loved her all the time, in many different ways. She told her she loved her when Santana would drive her home from school. She told her she loved her when they'd pass notes in class and Santana would write something particularly funny. She told her she loved her in Glee Club when Rachel would sing her heart out. She told her she loved her almost every day, but never, ever, ever did Brittany ever say it when they were having sex.

So Santana ran away.

"You need to leave," Santana said, quickly rolling off of Brittany as she saw the look of complete bliss drain from her face as it was overtaken with confusion.

"Wait…what?" Brittany shook her head, almost believing she'd imagined this.

"Leave… please." Santana said, but her voice cracked and she hated herself for slipping out of character even if it was only for a moment. "Brittany just go."

Brittany took a short pause to look into the eyes of the girl she so whole-heartedly loved. The eyes that just moments ago were full of love and caring and consideration were now empty and scared. Brittany shook her gaze and collected her clothes. She tugged them on sheepishly as she slid through the door and out of Santana's house.

Casey was washing dishes when she heard a knock on the door. Puck and Rachel had gone home and her mother and Quinn were asleep in their beds. She slipped off her rubber gloves and wiped her hands on her pajama bottoms. As she approached the door, she figured Rachel was just sneaking back inside to spend the night with Quinn, but instead as she swung open the door, she found a teary-eyed Brittany with a bag.

"Could I spend the night?"

Wow I'm such a dick I can't believe it took me a year to get this up but tonight I was just like "hmm, remember when I wrote fanfic?". Anywho I'm so sorry and I had all these ideas for this story many moons ago but with time most of them seem to have vanished sooo lemme know what you guys are thinkin'!

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