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Chapter 17

"I'm sorry, Britt."

Santana's body had slowly begun to stop shuddering in Brittany's arms, her face was buried deep into the blonde's neck and her hands were still clutching her top in fists. She was pretty sure that the blonde's shoulder would be dripping in salty tears but she felt so broken she didn't even feel bad.

Brittany made sure that her voice wouldn't be shaky when she replied to the Latina's words. She made sure her tears had stopped falling and that she could actually think about what to say. "Sorry for what?" She whispered quietly. When Santana didn't reply straight away she pulled away slightly and looked down at the girl in her arms. "San?" There were rivers of mascara cutting through the makeup on her cheeks that left faint light lines of her natural skin colour, her eyes were red and puffy and her bottom lip was quivering.

"I'm sorry that I'm making you hurt so much, that you're promising me your heart when I can't give you that in return. I'm sorry that I'm going to end up shattering your heart into a million tiny pieces. I'm sorry that I can't do this anymore… I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry… that you had to see me like this." She couldn't look into Brittany's eyes. She felt the sickening ache in her gut from her thoughts, she couldn't tell Brittany how she really felt. She didn't even know why, she just knew she couldn't for both of their sakes. "I'm sorry." She whispered again but this time she was apologising for her thoughts and not what Brittany thought she was.

Brittany shook her head dumfounded. "San," but the brunette didn't lift her head. "Santana, look at me." the blonde used her finger to slowly lift Santana head so she could make eyes contact. "You have nothing to be sorry for, I love you so much. Okay? Nothing will change that because I am always going to be here for you when you need to cry or just blow off some steam."

Santana resisted the urge to mutter a quiet "Wanky" and instead lifted up slightly to plant a soft meaningful kiss on the blonde's lips that said everything from "thank you" to "I love you" before carefully climbing back over to her seat and started up the car. Brittany placed her hand softly onto the Latina's thigh to calm the girl as they made their way home.

"You really don't have to eat this you know?" Santana muttered as she spooned at the substance that was labelled "chocolate ice cream" with disgust. "I know it's vile." Santana's nose scrunched up as she swallowed loudly.

Brittany just shrugged however, and carried on helping herself to the shared tub. "I know it doesn't taste very nice but when people are upset they eat ice cream to make them feel better."

Santana couldn't keep the smile off of her face. "Even though this isn't real ice cream?" she giggled quietly and let the blonde pull her body closer to her.

"Well it's healthier than the real thing." Brittany nudged the Latina's ear with the tip of her nose before kissing down Santana's neck sweetly. Santana hummed in response and tangles her fingers into blonde locks.

"You could eat the real thing, there's a mint choc chip in the freezer." Santana mumbled half-heartedly too caught up in the burning feelings that were sparking inside of her.

"I don't want to. If you have to eat the crappy foods then so will I." Santana grinned sheepishly at Brittany's words. She sighed a quiet Brittany and swiftly spun round to straddle the blonde's waist. Brittany's eyes were filled with what Santana could only describe as a mixture of love, lust and adoration.

Just as Santana was about to lean down and plant a loving kiss against Brittany perfect lips, there was a loud and irritating knock at the door. Both girls craned their necks to look over the back of the sofa and towards the door. "If we stay really quiet they'll go away." She giggled as she finally pressed her lips to Brittany's and let out a soft moan.

Brittany felt the Latina's moan vibrate against her lips and bucked her hips into Santana's core. Santana's head instingtively lolled back and the blonde latched her lips on to the exposed skin of Santana's neck. Santana's hips began to buck over and over of their own accord but halted when the knocking on the other side of the door pulled them from their movements once more.

"Fuck sake." Santana cursed as she reluctantly pulled away from the blonde's kisses and marched over to the door. "I swear if this is you Quinn, I'm going to kick your-" Santana swung the door open but the sight she was met with caused her words to jam in her throat. She trailed her eyes up the man's body, taking in his appearance of his scruffy and creased clothes, his dishevelled hair, the dark bagged eyes, unshaven beared and the small suit case that was placed next to him on the floor. "Papá." She managed to whisper out in a mixture of shock and confusion.

Brittany stood up and wandered over to her girlfriend and the mention of her father and placed her hand on the small of Santana's back almost protectively. She knew there was no need to be protective of the Latina around her father, he was a kind and caring man and loved his daughter dearly, but she still felt the urge to protect her.

"I'm so sorry, girls." Marco apologised with a wary look on his face. "I didn't know what else to do…" Before he could finish he collapsed down to the floor in to a fit of tears. He slumped against the hallway wall and pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes to hide his tears from his daughter.

He had tried so hard to keep himself composed on the train journey; he had sworn to himself that he would let Santana see the vulnerable side of him. He hadn't wanted to trouble her with his own problems. He hadn't wanted to come here and invade her personal space and privacy. And yet here he was, in a sobbing heap curled up outside of Santana's home, the one good person he had left in his slowly crumbling life.

Santana was cradling her father's head in her lap and was slowly and soothingly racking her fingers through his shaggy and disgruntled hair. She was complete shocked out of her mind. It's one thing to see a grown man cry, it seems so out of place against their tough exteriors. It's also hard to see a parent cry, they're the strong ones who are there for you when you're crying they're the ones who whisper soft it's okay or everything will be fine. But to Santana seeing her father crying now was something so out of this world she had to look over to Brittany and send her a look that said is this real? When the blonde nodded yes with a look just as shocked as Santana's, the Latina leaned down and placed a soft kiss onto her father's forehead.

Never in a million years did she think she would ever see this man so broken. If someone had told her a week ago that her father would turn up at her home like this she probably would have laughed in their faces or called the nearest mental asylum to tell them a patient had escaped.

Brittany stood frozen in the doorway as she looked down at the scene in front of her, she'd had to slap herself a few times to make sure she wasn't dreaming or something. When her body began to get over the shock she picked up Marco's case and carried it into the living room.

When she returned the man in her girlfriends arm's had eventually stopped crying. However, his body still shook with the silent sobs that were racking his body. She crouched down beside the pair on the ground, "We should get him inside." She whispered softly into Santana ear. The brunette just nodded and hooked her arm around his back while Brittany did the same on the other side. They hoisted him with a grunt so that he was standing on unsteady legs.

The girls carefully set the man down onto the sofa, Brittany hurried off to make tea for everyone.

"Papá?" Santana whispered softly and placed her hand on her father's back. "What's wrong? Has something happened?" she could keep the worry from lacing her words.

Marco took in a deep and quivering breath; he clenched his eyes shut before croaking out a reply. "I'm sorry I came here, I had nowhere else to go…" Santana shook her head and reassured him that she didn't mind that he was here, she just wanted to know what was wrong and if he was okay. "I left your mother two weeks ago." she stuttered out, Santana had to strain her hearing to make out the words but she understood what he was saying. "I've been staying at a hotel but she cancelled my credit card so I had to leave when I couldn't afford to pay for another week. I barely had enough money for a one way plane ticket." There was a sudden pang of guilt that shot up Santana's spine. She hated her mother for the way she treated her father, this just added to the many reasons to despise her. "I had nowhere else to go." He repeated and finally made contact with his daughter's eye's.

A minute or so passes before Brittany came back out with three mugs of scalding hot tea. They drank in silence; it gave Marco a chance to sort out his breathing and wipe away the salty tears from his face. Brittany soothingly played around with a long strand of dark hair that had fallen from Santana ponytail while Santana dragged her finger up and down the blonde's bare thigh.

"You can stay with us for as long as you want." Brittany said into the deafening silence. Santana spun round and shot her a what the fuck kind of look. As much as she loved her father she had moved away for a reason, she wanted her own space and her own life. Having him back would be like living back in Lima.

"Brittany, we're barely getting by as it is. With you out of school and no job we're using more money." Santana sighed.

Marco quickly jumped in to stop any arguments from forming. "I just need to find a new place to live and I will be out of your hair before you know it. I still have my job at the hospital in California, but I've been working from home on some new heart transplant research…" He blushed slightly when he saw the smile on his daughters face and her arms enveloped him into a tight hug. "I'll sleep on the sofa…" he choked out as Santana's arms carried on crushing him.

"Don't be silly." Santana laughed. "You can have my room, I'll share with Britt-Britt." She patted her girlfriend's thigh as Brittany's arms circled around her waist and pulled her into a hug. Marco arched an eyebrow at his daughter, last time he was here she was screaming the place down adamant that nothing would ever happen between her and Brittany but clearly things had changed and Marco shot his daughter a knowing grin.

"Thank you, both of you." He pulled both of the girls into a warm hug causing them both to giggle; he kissed both of their heads before pulling away. However, just because Santana was smiling and laughing didn't mean she wasn't seething inside. To say she was furious with her mother would have been an understatement.

After Santana had moved her father's things into her room and Brittany and Marco had started to make the dinner, Santana quickly excused herself and ran off to the roof for some privacy.

Her breath came out in white clouds in front of her face and every time she breathed in it felt like her throat was icing over. She leaned against the wall a couple of feet away from the door that led back inside, she looked down at the streets of New York, people were still hurrying along the sidewalks and waving their hands out in front of cabs. She tilted her head back and released a long and tired sigh. She stared up at the night sky, there seemed to be less in the city then back in Lima. Her mind wandered back to when she was younger and Brittany, Quinn and her would go up to the old water tower just outside of the town and they would just lie in the grass and stare up at the stars for hours on end. She missed those days so much and it pained her to know that she would probably never get a chance to see the stars just like that again.

She sighed deeply again and pulled out her phone from her pocket. She unlocked it and brought up a number she never called. Her jaw clenched when her mother's face appeared and she pressed the green call button. It rang twice before the woman's raspy voice – almost identical to Santana's - sounded through the speaker. "Santana?"

Santana opened her mouth to reply, she wanted to scream and shout about how angry she was for the way she had treated her father. She wanted to tell her how much she hated her and how pathetic she was but nothing came out. The sound of her mother's voice only fuelled her anger. Her hands shook as she gripped the phone tighter and brought it to her chest so that the woman on the other end couldn't hear how hard she was breathing.

"Santana, are you there?" When Maribel didn't receive a reply she ended the call. Santana shoved the phone back into her pocket with a grunt and kicked the wall with her heel. She clenched her eyes shut tightly and let her head drop, her shoulders deflated and she slumped her body against the wall. She hadn't realised she had started to cry until she felt a familiar pair of hands wipe at her cheeks. She stepped closer into the warm embrace of Brittany's arms and let the tears silently fall.

"Why is everything so messed up, Brittany?" she sobbed into Brittany's chest, the blonde's presence was already causing her fuming anger to dissipate. She breathed in the sweet smell of Brittany's strawberry scented shampoo and sighed contently.

"I don't know, baby. But I promise you everything will get better." Brittany hadn't noticed her slip up. Santana's body shuddered at the name however, and she pulled away to look up into the ocean blue orbs with a beaming smile. "What?" Brittany giggled shyly.

Santana shook her head softly. "I love you so much. You know that?" Before Brittany had a chance to answer Santana's lips were pressed firmly against hers. "So… Much…." She mumbled against her lips. Shudders and tingles burned through both girls' bodies at the contact.

Brittany pulled away but kept a hold on Santana's waist as she pulled her towards the middle of the roof, when Santana looked up at her in confusion the blonde just shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't get a chance to dance with you on New Year's Eve." She began to softly sway their bodies to a silent beat. "Sing, you've got a beautiful voice."

Santana reached up and pecked the blonde's lips before hesitating a moment to think of the perfect song and began to sing almost shyly.

Lyin' here with you so close to me

It's hard to fight these feelings

When it feels so hard to breathe

Caught up in this moment

Caught up in your smile

Brittany shivered at the Latina's perfect voice. Her grip tightened around her waist as they began to sway in perfect timing with the song.

I've never opened up to anyone

So hard to hold back

When I'm holding you in my arms

We don't need to rush this

Let's just take this slow

Santana placed her forehead against the taller girl and stared deep into her eyes, she could feel herself beginning to get lost in her gaze and she didn't want to ever find her way back to reality.

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight

Just a touch in the fire burning so bright

And I don't want to mess this thing up

I don't want to push too far

Brittany picked her girlfriend up into her arms and spun around in circles as they danced their way around the edge of the roof top, the stars sparkled up above them and the city life bustled beneath them. They were in the perfect limbo, their own world where nothing mattered. Nothing could break them apart when they were so in love and caught up in each other's eyes

Just a shot in the dark that you just might

Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life

So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight

Brittany placed a soft at tender kiss to the top of Santana's head. Each word the Latina sang caused Brittany's heart to well and beat ten times faster.

I know that if we give this a little time

It will only bring us closer to the love we wanna find

It's never felt so real; no it's never felt so right

They spun once more but this time Brittany held the Latina high up causing a squeak to echo through the freezing night air.

Santana belted out the rest of the song at the top of her lungs; she filled every word with every piece of emotion she wielded and every ounce of love she felt for the blonde. "I will never leave you, Brittany." Santana stated firmly. She would fight through her fucked up life to be with the woman she loved. She would marry her, have kids with her and she would die knowing that she lived a long and happy life with Brittany.

In that moment, Brittany believed every word that left the Latina's lips. The believed the promises she was making and believed that Santana would keep it.

Brittany hooked her fingers through Santana belt loops on her jeans and pulled her closer so that their fronts were pressed closely together. The corners of Brittany's lips curled up in to a coy smile as she arched a neatly shaped eyebrow. "Kiss me."

Brittany's warm breath caressed the Latina's lips causing Santana's eyes to roll back into her head. She reached up and placed a hand on the back of Brittany's neck and softly stroked her thumb against the fine hairs. She leaned up on her tip toes and the two locked in a soft kiss, their lips sticky, opening and closing against each other, tongues peeking out of their mouths and swiping at each other.

Santana moaned and bucked her hips roughly against Brittany's thigh as her clit began to throb between her thighs. Brittany dragged her finger nails down the back of Santana's back slowly and slid the tips of fingers past the waistband of her jeans, the Latina's lacy underwear rubbed against her fingers.

Santana's head lolled back as a loud whimper parted her lips. Her hips bucked wildly against Brittany's thigh, she needed to relieve some of the tension between her legs and she needed it now.

Brittany slid her fingers out of the smaller girl's jeans and placed them on top of her thighs. "We have to go back in side; your father has made us dinner and it's freezing out here." She moaned against Santana's perfect, full lips. Santana only deepened the kiss in response; she lifted her leg and hooked it around the blonde's waist, signalling for her to pick her up. Brittany obliged without a second of hesitation and carefully carried the smaller girl over to the aluminium ventilation shaft that protruded out of the roof top just behind where the door back into the building stood. Santana hissed as the cold metal came into contact with the backs of her thighs. She arched up against Brittany, her movements were getting desperate now and she tangled her fingers into blonde locks as Brittany kissed her way down Santana's neck and began to nip and suck on her collar bone.

"Ugh, Brittany…" Santana grunted as the taller girl began to leave her mark all over Santana's caramel skin. Brittany's fingers began to fumble with the button on Santana's jeans. It finally gave way after three more tries causing the blonde to grin widely against Santana chest.

The brunette lifted her hips to allow Brittany to slide her jeans and underwear down past her thighs. She flinched as the freezing metal pressed against scorching skin and her nails dug into Brittany's forearm. "I want to taste you, Santana." Brittany's sultry tone sent another wave of pleasure coursing down Santana's spine as she nodded frantically at the blonde's words.

"Fuck, Brittany. Please. Fuck me with your tongue." Santana was panting by now, the arousal had built up to an almost painful ache and she felt like she would die if she didn't get some sort of release soon. Her chest was heaving and her heat was racing, everything seemed to be spinning around her. She clenched her eyes in attempt to lessen the dizziness.

However, when she opened them back up she had to clamp her teeth down hard onto her bottom lip to hold in a whimper or a squeak or whatever noise was threatening to break free. Her eyes widened as she looked down at Brittany already situated in between her legs staring up at her with a soft and caring smile. "Is this okay?" she asked with concern.

Santana couldn't answer however; she just nodded her head rapidly and slowly wound her fingers through Brittany's hair.

Brittany could feel a moan slowly climbing up her throat as she inhaled the overwhelming aroma of Santana's arousal. She quickly pressed her lips to the inside of her thigh to stop the moan from escaping and began to softly kiss her way up but quickly switched to the opposite thigh only inches from the Latina's centre.

Each kiss that was pressed against Santana's skin felt like the most amazing burn. It sent shivers up her spine and caused the throbbing to quickly turn into an aching pound. Brittany parted her lips and let her tongue trail up the inside of the brunette's thigh and towards the place she needed it more than anything. Without stopping to hesitate, Brittany pressed a soft kiss directly on top of Santana's clit.

The grip she had on Brittany's hair tightened as she pulled her closer. She moaned loudly and bucked her hips to grind against the blonde's face. Brittany parted her lips and quickly ran her tongue up Santana's slit and swirled tight circles around her clit.

"Brittany!" Santana nearly screamed at the blonde in between her thighs. The feelings she was experiencing were almost too overwhelming to cope with. She was already so close to coming, embarrassingly close in fact.

Brittany closed her lips around Santana's clit and sucked it into her mouth, Santana's hips road up and pressed even harder into Brittany's mouth. She swore that Santana was now her favourite taste in the entire world. Nothing would beat it.

She knew in that moment that she was hooked. She was addicted to this girl and everything about her.

Brittany released her clit and began to circle her entrance. "Please." Santana panted desperately. "I need you inside of me, Britt…" The blonde didn't need to be told twice, she wanted even more of Santana's wetness in her mouth, and she wanted to taste all of it. She slowly entered Santana with her tongue, her inside's immediately tightened around her and a loud moan escaped the Latina's mouth and echoed around the open space.

She thrust her tongue in faster and faster, both of Santana's hands came to clamp down on the back of Brittany's head to keep her in place as her whole body began to tense up. "I'm… going… Britt!" she didn't have a chance to finish her sentence before she was slowly toppling over the edge. Stars erupted in front of her eyes and her vision went blank. Brittany's hands came up to wrap around Santana's waist to keep her steady. She kissed her was back down Santana's thigh and carefully pulled her underwear and jeans back up her legs.

She stayed crouched between Santana's legs for a moment but swiftly stood up when the Latina began to sway from side to side and almost toppled over. Her breathing wasn't evening out. In fact it looked like it was getting quicker. "Shit, Santana. Are you okay?" she placed an arm around Santana's back and then looped one under her legs.

Santana couldn't answer, everything was spinning again. She felt nauseous and the familiar pain in her chest was pounding hard against her rib cage. She shook her head once no before letting the blonde pick her up into her arms. Santana's head collapsed down to Brittany's chest, her eyes began to droop lazily. "Come on, San. Stay awake for me, baby." Brittany encouraged as a rush of adrenalin raced through her body, she raced down the stairs and back to her apartment. "Marco!" She practically screamed as she burst in through the front door.

Marco spun round from the breakfast bar where he was setting out plates of what looked like some sort of chilli. His eyes widened when he saw his daughter in Brittany's arms on the edge of consciousness. The blonde placed Santana down on the sofa with shaking hands. "What happened?" he shouted as he ran over to the couple.

"We were… err…" she didn't know if she should tell him what they were doing, this was Santana's father for crying out loud. But as if he already knew, he waved his hand out for Brittany to hurry up and explain. "She went all dizzy and then she sort of collapsed. I didn't know what to do." Brittany sobbed out between panicked breathes.

"It's okay, it's okay." he tried desperately to calm the blonde. "Just keep calm, this is what I want you to do, go and fetch her meds and a blanket, then fill up a hot water bottle." She nodded frantically before jumping up and made off towards her bedroom.

Marco placed his fingers on his daughters brused pulse point to try and find a beat. When he did he sighed in relief but it was way too high to be safe. "Santana?" he lifted her eyelids open and waited to see if they would move. "Can you hear me?" her eyes twitched and her head moved in a lazy nodding motion.

Brittany came racing back through with her duck blanket and a strip of pills in her arms. She handed Marco the pills and he popped two out, "Santana, I'm going to sit you up. Do you think you will be able to take these pills?" he asked with a clear voice, there was no sign of panic what so ever in the man's voice. Santana nodded weakly. Her father picked up a glass of water he had left on the coffee table and helped her to swallow the pills. She coughed and spluttered but eventually swallowed them safely. She was still swaying but not as much as she had been up on the roof.

"We need to keep her warm, Brittany can you get under the blanket with her while I go and pour the water into this?" he asked holding up the hot water bottle Brittany had retrieved at some point.

She nodded and climbed under the blanket with Santana; she pulled the Latina closer to her chest and wrapped her limbs around the smaller girl. "Should we not take her to the hospital?" Brittany called through to the man in the kitchen. She carefully nuzzled her face into the crook of Santana's neck and kissed her freezing skin. "You're going to be okay, baby. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

"No, I think she will be okay if we just keep her warm and her heart beat down as much as we can. If worse comes to worse then I may have to perform CPR and then you can call for an ambulance, but she should be fine." He explained as he handed Brittany the warm bottle in his hands and she held it against Santana's shivering body. Marco Sat on the edge of the sofa and lifted his daughters feet into his lap, he held them a little higher and wrapped them up in his hands. Brittany looked at him as if to ask him what he was doing. "If we keep her legs above her heart it won't have to work as hard to get the blood around her body." He replied.

"I'm sorry." Brittany whispered and ducked her head to avoid eye contact. It was Marco's turn to send Brittany the questioning look. Brittany bit down on her lip to hold back her sob. "I should have brought her in side, I didn't realise how cold it was…" she trailed off as Marco placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't think about that, she's going to be okay now. We're here to keep her safe." He said with a warm smile. Brittany tried to smile back but it ended up looking like more of a grimace than anything else. She knew he was right. But this wouldn't have happened if she had just taken Santana inside and away from the cold night air. She sighed sadly and buried her face into Santana's hair.

"I love you." She whispered for only the Latina to hear. She felt the smaller girl weakly squeeze her forearm in response and wriggled the best she could to get into a more comfortable position against Brittany's body.

Later that night when Marco and Santana were curled up on the sofa together fast asleep, Brittany sat by the breakfast bar and aimlessly picked at her now cold chilli. She drew hearts and smiley faces into her food and at one point she had both Santana's and her names wrote into it.

She sighed loudly as her mind wandered over the night's events. She shuddered at the thought of what happened up on the roof top a light tingle formed in between her thighs but she immediately slapped herself over her face at the memory. She had been so stupid to have done that with Santana outside when it was so cold. She hadn't thought about the consequences and look where it got her. Santana had passed out and it had seriously scared her father.

Her eyes watered at the pain on her face from the slap but more from the pain of the realisation she could have lost the loved of her life tonight.

"Stupid." Brittany snapped at herself. "You're so stupid, Brittany…" she paused and her eyes widened. "What the fuck am I doing? I'm talking to myself… still talking… stop…. Stop, Brittany." She groaned in frustration and slammed her face hard down onto the breakfast bar. "I need a job or something…"

Suddenly her head shot up. She pulled out her phone and pressed a number she hadn't called since high school. She waited as it rang once, twice, three times before she heard the deep voice.

"Brittany? Hi, I haven't heard from you in a while. How's Santana?" The deep voice rambled out. Brittany could imagine him smiling as he spoke.

"Hey, Mike. Santana's doing okay, we had a bit of a panic tonight but her father was here and he said she would be okay." she replied sweetly. Mike's voice caused her to smile and forget all of her worries from earlier. "I was just calling to ask if you maybe knew anyone in the city that had any links to a dance studio or something like that? I really need a job since I was kicked out of collage." she asked almost shyly.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment while Mike thought about Brittany's question. Of course he knew people in LA where he was now living happily with Tina and one of Tina's friends from collage but he wasn't sure about anyone in New York. When a thought popped up into his head he didn't hesitate to answer the blonde. "I think I might know someone, I'm not sure if she is still living in New York though but if she is she will definitely higher you." He paused for a moment to let his words since into the blonde. "How about I give her a call and if she is still working in the city I'll give her your number?"

He pulled the phone away from his ear as Brittany's squeal caused the device to vibrate in his hand. "Thank you so much Mike!" she couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice even though she hadn't even been promised the job. Mike told her that it was his pleasure and that he hoped to hear from her soon before he hung up and left Brittany with a beaming smile.

"Who was that?" I quiet voice came from the doorway and sent butterflies racing in the blonde's stomach. She spun round in the stool to face a beautiful but tired looking Santana.

"How are you feeling?" she asked instead of answering Santana's question. The Latina just shrugged her shoulders though, and walked over to Brittany and wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck. She looked deep into the blonde's eyes, she hoped that Brittany could see how thankful she was for the way she helped and protected her tonight.

"Tired, will you take me to bed?" Santana asked with the most adorable pout the blonde had ever seen. She leaned down and kissed it away softly before pulling away.

"Of course I will." She lifted the smaller girl up into her arms and carried her out of the kitchen and towards her own room but stopped and turned as she remembered that was where Marco was sleeping. "Do you have anything to wear?" Brittany asked as she realised all of Santana's clothes were in her own room where her father was probably wanting to be left alone for a while. He'd had a pretty long day and was most likely exhausted from crying so much.

Santana shook her and looked down at the ground bashfully. "No… I didn't think I would need to be wearing anything." She gave the blonde a wink.

Brittany's breath hitched in her throat and the panic began to rise in her stomach, she didn't want another repeat of what happened tonight… Well, she did just not the bit at the end where she nearly killed her girlfriend. She flinched at the thought; Santana noticed the girl's expression and walked over to lace her fingers with Brittany's. "But I'm pretty tired. I just want you to hold me while I fall asleep." Brittany relaxed and pressed her lips to the skin on Santana's neck. She hooked her fingers under Santana's shirt and helped her undress.

"Do you want to wear this?" Brittany held up a dark blue tee shirt with a unicorn on the front. Santana smiled at how cute the blonde was and let her slide the top down her body. "Beautiful." She stated and pulled Santana in for a deep kiss.

The Latina blushed, "I love you, Brittany."

"I love you more."

"Impossible." Santana let Brittany wrap her arms around her waist and pulled up the sheets to cover their bodies.

"That's what you think." Santana chuckled at Brittany's reply. She closed her eyes and hummed at the feeling of the blonde's breath caressing her neck. She shivered; the thought of waking up in Brittany's arms always caused goose bumps to rise on her body. She loved it when they would wake up in the same position they fell asleep in. Brittany made her feel safe, unlike anyone else could, not even her own parents.

"Good night, my Britt-Britt."