Okay, so I desperatly wish I could write more...explicit...content, but no matter how hard I try I just can't seem to do it properly. With that being said when there is flirtatious behavior then a break in the story just assume that that is a good time to use your imagination. That is all. Enjoy!

"So, now I have part two of your surprise," Brittany smiled coyly when they reached her bedroom.

She led Santana to her bed and pushed her down on the mattress. Then she stepped back and pulled her silky white shirt over her head, revealing her perfectly toned stomach and a lacey pink bra. Santana giggled as the blonde shimmied out of her shorts and walked towards the bed in matching pink panties.

"God, you're so beautiful Brit," Santana said marveling at her girlfriend's perfect figure. "Hmm, girlfriend, I like the sound of that," she thought to herself.

"Shhh," Brittany giggled straddling Santana. She swept some stray locks of hair away from her neck and began to kiss her from her ear down to her shoulder

"There's a lot of talking going on right now and I wants to get my mack on," she smiled mocking Santana.

"Actually Brit Brit, can we talk?" Santana asked as she sat up.

Brittany looked down at her like a little kid that had just been punished. "Am I not turning you on?" She pouted.

"What? No, God no!" Santana assured her. "It's just; well you always say that you want to talk about feelings. I want to talk."

"Oh my God, Santana are you serious! This is awesome," she squealed bouncing up and down on the mattress. "So, what do you want to say?"

"Well, Brit I just wanted to make sure you understand what us being each other's girlfriends entails."

"Well, I know it means that I'm not allowed to kiss or mess around with anyone else, and I wouldn't want to anyways. I have everything I need," she said running her eyes up and down Santana's body, "And it means that we get to hold hands in public, and it means that you come first, and you're all mine."

"That's exactly what it means," Santana smiled. It was hard for her to control her excitement. She had waited for this for longer than she'd like to admit. Then all the life left her face. She had never been able to hold onto a good thing. In fact Santana had become quite accustomed to ruining every good thing in her life, but she was terrified of ruining this. In a matter of seconds a million possible scenarios of Brittany leaving her ran through her head. It was terrifying. She never thought she deserved Brittany even as a friend let alone a girlfriend, and for that she was sure that no matter how hard she tried she could never keep Brittany.

"I don't deserve you Brit," Santana uttered through misty eyes.

Brittany looked shocked. "Oh God no, you're not leaving me already are you? Please San don't say that."

"God no. Brit if I had it my way we would never break up. I'd kill to make this last forever."

"Well, you don't have to kill anyone, because I'm not going anywhere. Ever. Don't be scared Santana okay," she assured her grasping her face in her hands.

Santana stared into Brittany's deep blue eyes and was able to do the one thing that she could never do. Believe. Believe every word that her new, official girlfriend uttered.

"I'm in love with you Santana. When I think about it I always have been, and I always will okay," Brit said sincerely.

After that Santana tackled Brittany and straddled her. She kissed her lips with more passion than she thought her body was capable of. This was different than any time before. This was slow and beautiful instead of rushed and purely sexual.

"Wow," Santana managed to say in between heavy breaths. Brittany just giggled. She was always giggly after sex. Santana thought it was the most adorable thing in the world. They had completely lost track of time, and when the girls were finished they noticed that the clock read 12:30 AM. Neither one of them cared how late, or early, it was. They were lost in their own little world; the world that only had the two of them, happy and lost in love.

Santana had a brief thought on how funny it was that both sets of parents knew that they were dating yet no one made any effort to make rules about them spending the night with one another. She just figured that their logic behind the lack of boundaries was the fact that the chances of someone getting knocked up were pretty slim. She giggled under her breath at the thought of their parents getting together and deciding that sex in the house was perfectly fine as long as it was lesbian sex.

Santana rolled over on her side and squeezed into Brittany's body so the two were perfectly formed to each other. Brittany wrapped her arm around Santana's small waist and buried her head in her shoulder taking in the smell of her messy hair. It was unique and flowery, and it had always been Brittany's most favorite smell in the world.

"Santana," She whispered.

"Uh huh," her girlfriend replied.

"You're perfect. This is perfect."

"You're right about half of that," she giggled.

"Oh my God!" Brittany squealed.

Santana shot up. She was surprised by the sudden outburst; it had been so quiet and peaceful.

"What?" She asked hurriedly, "What did I do?"

"Nothing," Brittany squealed.

By that point Santana was just confused. Brittany was smiling; that wide, uncontrollable smile that she had when she was overly excited.

"Let's run away! We can start a lesbian colony somewhere cool like Cincinnati or the moon. I heard Martians totally dig gay people. Apparently that's where they got the whole probe idea," she exclaimed.

"Well, I'm definitely not going to Cinci, and I'm pretty sure they're not putting lesbians on the moon any time soon Brit," Santana giggled. "Plus, we haven't even gone to Sectionals, and God knows the Trouble Tones are going to need you're super sexy dance moves and my voice." She purposely left out the fact that besides being with Brittany it was the thing she looked forward to the most. She wasn't quite ready to be that dorky. "But after we graduate I'll take you anywhere you want to go."

"But I want to go to the moon," Brittany pouted.

Santana brushed a lock of blonde hair off of Brittany's scrunched face then swept her had down her cheek, which seemed to calm her sad look.

"Baby, if they ever figure out a way for us to live there I will take you to the moon," she said looking into her girlfriend's gleaming, blue eyes.

Brittany started to tear up. She had never seen Santana this romantic before, and she loved it. It was beautiful, and lying there, Santana looking into her eyes, showing how ginormous her heart was, was the most breathtaking she had ever seen her.

A tear escaped Brittany's eye and rolled down her cheek. "Why are you crying Brit?" Santana questioned as she wiped it away with her thumb.

"I just never knew I could be so happy," she managed to say through her choked up throat.

"Me too Brit," she whispered. She cupped her cheek in her hand and gently pulled the blonde's teary face towards hers. When she closed her eyes and met her love's lips with hers she only thought about a million perfect futures with her: a wedding, a house, maybe even a little Lopez-Pierce, or Pierce-Lopez, running around. She didn't care as long as she got to spend the rest of her life with Brittany. Her Brittany. Her beautiful, perfect Brittany.

"San," Brittany breathed in between soft kisses, "I love you."

"I love you too beautiful," Santana whispered

They fitted in one last slow, passionate kiss then Santana rolled over and reclaimed her former spot snuggled up close to Brittany. Both girls fell asleep praying that their dreams would only prolong that moment, because they never wanted to let go.