Prompt:- "Who do you think asked the other about the moving together thing?"

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"I'm so glad Chelsea works so much," Santana mumbles against the skin of Brittany's neck in between kisses.

The two girls are taking advantage of Brittany's roommate once again being out all evening and Santana had practically mounted her girlfriend as soon as the door had closed behind them. She'd had enough time to strip off her own shirt and then Brittany's before they'd fallen together onto Brittany's bed, the brunette now laying half on top of her.

Brittany groans and Santana smiles into her neck, thrusting her hips down for emphasis.

"God knows my roommate is always there," she continues, her lips moving down into Brittany's cleavage.

Brittany just hums this time, far too distracted as she lifts her hand to tangle in dark hair and pulls Santana closer. Tanned hands slide underneath her back and unclip her bra, Santana pulling back just long enough to pull it away from Brittany before she's leaning down again and taking a hardened nipple between her teeth, biting down gently before soothing it with her tongue.

She smiles when Brittany moans out her name and she moves her hands down to the blonde's jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them easily. She slides her hands down into them and around to grab at Brittany's ass at the same time as she pulls her centre up against her thigh.

She's just about to move one hand around to where she knows her girlfriend needs her when she hears the door opening.

"Oh shit," she hears Brittany's roommate Chelsea yell into the room and Santana scrambles to cover up her girlfriend, pressing her own chest against Brittany's trying to protect some of her modesty.

Fucking hell. Usually Santana merely tolerates Chelsea, she knows the other girl doesn't like her for some reason, but right now she really fucking wishes she didn't exist.

"I'm closing my eyes," Chelsea announces as she shuffles towards her side of the room blindly and Santana grabs for their discarded shirts next to the bed.

"I thought you said you were out until ten?" Brittany asks, slipping her shirt over her head and buttoning her jeans. She glances over at Santana to make sure she's fully clothed again and the brunette sees the frustration on her face. "And you can open your eyes, we're good."

"I wasn't feeling well so I got someone to cover my shift," Chelsea explains as she slumps down to lie on her bed.

Santana stands and holds her hand out to Brittany who takes it without question and allows herself to be pulled up. "We'll get out of your hair then."

She grabs her bag and leads Brittany out the door.

"We need to not have roommates."

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"I think we should get a place off campus and move in together."

Santana stops chewing with half a French fry hanging out of her mouth and blinks dumbly at her girlfriend.

"I mean…it was just an idea," Brittany immediately starts to backtrack with a shake of her head, obviously misinterpreting Santana's silence as rejection.

Santana swallows and reaches a hand across the small table to stop Brittany from slumping back in her seat.

"I spent two hours yesterday looking at apartments online," Santana confesses with a cheeky grin. "I was going to talk to you about it after that test you've been studying like crazy for."

A grin breaks out across Brittany's face and Santana feels her own smile growing at the sight of it. Brittany's smile always fills her chest with this ridiculous floaty feeling. She loves it.

"Yeah? You wanna move in together?"

Santana nods. She's never been surer of anything. She wants to spend her life with Brittany.

(She'd also like to have sex with her girlfriend without having to schedule it around their roommates.)

"I can't think of anything I want more."

Brittany leans forward and at the same time pulls Santana closer by their joined hands crashing together in a kiss far too passionate for a McDonald's in the mid-afternoon.

"I can think of something I want more," Brittany whispers against her lips.

Santana quirks an eyebrow and Brittany bites her lip and looks up at her through her long lashes.

Santana actually swoons at how sexy her girlfriend is.

"Meet me in the bathroom in a minute," Brittany murmurs with a wink before standing and walking across the crowded restaurant to the restroom.

And that's how the two of them got banned from the McDonald's on 56th and 8th.

And also how they decided to move in together.

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