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Chapter 18

Everyone has a dream that one day they could wake up with a sexy blonde kissing their neck with their arms wrapped tightly around their waist protectively and whispering words like "I love you," or "good morning beautiful." However, most of the time it was exactly what was stated, a dream. Most people would be lucky to be able to wake up with all of the above plus the love of their life all rolled up into one.

That was exactly how Santana woke up the next morning. Her smile was covering more than fifty per cent of her face and butterflies were swarming her stomach causing her to feel light headed. Brittany had her face nuzzled into the Latina's neck with her lips and tongue pressing against as much of the caramel skin as she could. She raked her fingers up the sides of Santana's silky smooth torso causing her skin to erupt into goose bumps with every touch. "God, Britt…" Santana moaned into her pillow to muffle the sounds of pleasure that were escaping her lips.

Brittany chuckled against the scorching hot skin of her neck and began to suck on Santana's pulse point. The Latina's hands clutched tightly at the pillows and her mouth clenched shut as she tried to supress the string of what was probably going to be a string of sexual moans and frantic curse words. Her body arched up off of the bed before coming back down to grind roughly against the matrass.

The pounding in between her legs had started long before she'd even had the chance to wake up, her dreams felt so real that it had taken her more than five minutes to realise that she'd woken up with Brittany already touching every inch of her body.

Brittany cocked her leg and straddled the smaller girl from behind and began to grind her own hips down into Santana. "Please, Brittany…" Santana bucked her hips harder into the blonde's core causing the girl to moan loudly into her ear. "Please." Santana moaned louder this time.

Brittany hesitated however, her thoughts wandered back to the night before and what had happened on the roof. Her heart sped up in her chest and not in the good way. She pulled away from Santana just as the Latina turned her head to make eye contact with Brittany, her dark orbs were met by panicked ocean blue and her heart immediately broke. She turned around so that she was lying on her back and lifted her hand to cup Brittany's cheek. "Baby, it's okay. I feel fine. Look, my pills are over there and my dad is in the other room, not that I will need any of those. Baby, I'm fine. I just need you." She lifted her body so that she could kiss the blonde's lips to reassure her that she was telling the truth.

Brittany relaxed into the kiss, wrapped her arms around Santana's waist and pulled her body closer to her own. "I want to wake up this way with you for the rest of my life." Brittany mumbled against full lips. Santana's mouth curled up into a cheesy grin.

"That, Miss. Peirce, I can promise you will happen." She affirmed without a shadow of a doubt. But really neither girl knew what would happen the next day never mind sixty years into the future. Never the less, Brittany deepened the kiss and straddled Santana's body once again. The blonde trailed a finger down the front of Santana's stomach, passed her navel and stopped just above the Latina lace underwear. "Stop teasing." Santana giggled and bucked her hips into Brittany's hand causing it to disappear into the underwear.

It was Brittany's turn to moan when her fingers came into contact with white hot heat mixed with the sweet wetness of Santana.

"Girl's, do you want some breakfast?" Marco's voice sounded from the kitchen.

"No thank you, papá." Santana called back with a shaky voice as she tried to hide the sound of pleasure from giving them both away.

Brittany slipped a long finger into Santana's entrance causing the Latina to squeak in surprise before she began to buck her hips erratically into the blonde's hand. Her head lolled back as she felt her stomach coil up as the pressure began to build inside of her.

"Santana, I'm making eggs. Do you want some?" Her father's voice came again from the kitchen. Santana's sighed exasperatedly and rolled her eyes.

"No thank you!" she shouted back this time not bothering to hide her pleasure. Brittany giggled before adding another finger and pumped her hand back and forth even fast. "Fuck." Santana gasped out. She could feel herself teetering on the edge already. Brittany clamped her teeth down onto Santana's pulse point and began to suck hard as she used her own hips to force her hand in harder.

"Santana, tell me now if you want some!" The irritating voice shouted through the apartment.

Santana didn't even bother to roll her eyes she just called back a simple no and let the amazing feelings the blonde was giving her swamp her mind as "Brittany" became the only word in her vocabulary. Her legs locked behind Brittany's back.

"Santana, do you-"

"Fuck off!" she screamed at her father just as her inside's clamped around Brittany's fingers and she fell from her high. Brittany slowly moved her finger's in and out allowing the Latina to fully ride out her orgasm. "Brittany…" she sighed as the blonde collapsed down on top of her body, she slowly racked her fingers through the beautiful blonde locks and Brittany kept her lips attached to Santana's neck.

"I love you, Santana." She whispered sweetly into her girlfriend's ear.

"I love… morning sex." Santana chuckled playfully as Brittany jabbed her in her sides.

Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open. Both girls craned their necks to face a frozen Marco whose eyes were wide with shock. His jaw opened and closed a few times as he tried to find his words but failed when all that left his mouth was a quiet squeak crossed with a gasp. "Can we help you?" Santana asked sarcastically and sent her father one of her death glares.

He shook his head frantically and whispered out a hurried "sorry" before spinning round and slamming the door shut. Usually, Santana would have found this extremely embarrassing but instead found it completely hilarious and burst out into a fit of laughter as tears rolled down her cheeks. Brittany was soon to follow as her own laughter caused her to collapse down on top of her girlfriend once again. "Poor Marco." Brittany giggled. Santana just rolled her eyes and planted a kiss against the blonde's lips.

"We should probably get ready. I have work in two hours." Santana sighed sadly as she pushed the bed covers off of her body and swung her legs over the side only to be stopped by a firm grip on her forearm.

"Wait, I want to show you something." Brittany smiled up at her girlfriend.

"Baby, I've seen everything and have everything memorised up here." She sniggered as she tapped her head and gave the blonde a flirtatious wink.

Brittany blushed but shook her head. "Not that." She kissed Santana as she leaned over her and pulled out a sheet of paper from her bed side table. "This."

Santana eyed the piece of paper curiously before realising that it was her bucket list. "What are you doing with that?" She cocked her head to the side and pouted her lips.

"You look like a little puppy…" Brittany mumbled and planted a soft kiss onto Santana lips to rid her of her pout. "And I brought it in here last night when I was sorting your father's things out." She opened it up and straightened it out onto her bare thigh so that there were no creases or wrinkles. "I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you, Santana. Look at all of the things you have crossed off."

My bucket list:

- Climb a tree

- Learn how to skim a stone

- Spend Christmas with my best friends (x)

- Spend New Year's Even in New York (x)

- Have a snow ball fight in Central Park (x)

- Overcome my fears of flying on planes

- Read a book

- Go to the beach

- Bake a cake for Britt's birthday

- Wish on a shooting star

- Go skinny dipping

- Kiss in the rain

- Have a picnic under the stars

- Fall in love (x)

- Get married

Santana looked down at the list with a frown; she really hadn't crossed that much off of it yet. "Can we go back to Lima some time when I'm off work? I'd really like to go back just once before… you know." She cringed at the thought. "Not that that will ever happen though." She laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of her neck. Everything on this list she wanted to complete with Brittany but the thought of not even being able to finish it at all made her stomach churn.

For once, Brittany could hear the uncertainty in the Latina's voice but agreed anyway. "I think that would be a great idea." She pulled Santana into a warm hug.

"We can cross some of these things off as well." she tapped the paper before folding it up and slipping it into her bra for safe keeping. Both girls sat in complete silence for a moment, Santana lay her head down on Brittany's shoulder while the blonde trailed light patterns on Santana's thigh. "I love you, Brittany."

There was something about the way Santana said those words that caused a pang of pain shoot through her body. There was something in her voice that made Brittany think that Santana was giving up and letting this beat her. She couldn't do that. She couldn't give up, not when she had her entire life ahead of her.

She took in a shaky breath and held back the flooding tears behind her eyes. "I love you too, Santana." She kissed Santana's temple and pulled her closer to her body. Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist and clung tight as if she would fall into a black abyss and never return if she were to let go. Brittany kept a tight hold and silently promised she would never let go, no matter what.

Marco sat with his hands tightly clasped together on top of the breakfast bar as his legs bounced up and down nervously. He couldn't get the image of what he had just walked in on out of his mind. It hadn't looked like they were having sex but the two girls were in a pretty compromising position and one of those girls was his daughter.

He pinched the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb and let out a sigh. He placed his other finger into his tea and stared the now cool liquid impatiently as he waited for the two girls to return. He hadn't bothered with breakfast in the end; he had lost all of his appetite and had just thrown the eggs into the trash. He racked his fidgety fingers through his scruffy hair and sipped some tea; he grimaced as the liquid trickled down his throat.

The bedroom door clicked open and Santana and Brittany scurried out. Brittany pushed Santana in front of her awkwardly and tried not to make eye contact with Marco.

"Papá." She nodded her head in her father's direction as a greeting and walked over to the cupboard and stood up on her tip toes to attempt to reach up to grab a box of cereal but failed. She let an annoyed grunt and turned to face Brittany with a pout and fluttered her eye lashes. "Britt-Britt…" she whined.

Brittany couldn't resist pulling Santana in for a deep kiss. She was just too cute. "Shorty…" She giggled against Santana's lips and reached up without any effort what so ever and lifted the box down without breaking contact with the smaller girl.

"Thank you baby." Santana skipped over to the breakfast bar and sat down opposite her father while Brittany just climbed up onto the counter and crossed her legs. She began to pick at a bunch of grapes; she threw one in the air and caught it in her mouth without even trying.

"Girls, I just wanted to apologise for before." Marco finally managed to say after watching both girls get comfortable. Brittany blushed slightly but Santana just shook her head.

"It's fine. Just knock next time. You're lucky you didn't walk in earlier then you did." Santana replied with a smirk.

Brittany suddenly choked on a grape that had just landed in her mouth, causing it to fly across the kitchen and hit Santana on her back. "Santana!" she spluttered out in shock. The Latina just turned and shrugged her shoulders and gave the blonde and innocent look. Brittany didn't fall for it however, and glared at her girlfriend. Just as she was about to say something, her phone chimed through the kitchen pulling its occupants from their conversation.

Brittany jumped down from her perch with a frown on her face. She had no idea who could be calling at this time of morning. She hurried over to where her phone was on charge and picked it up in her hand, her brown dipped even further when she say the unknown number flashing on her screen.

"Hello?" she answered cautiously.

"Hi. Is this Brittany pierce?" a woman's voice she didn't recognise sounded through the speaker. She nodded her head yes but then realised they couldn't see her.

"Yes. Who's this?"

"I'm Kristin Ryan. I'm a friend of Mike's." Brittany's eyes widened in shock as realisation hit her. She turned to face Santana with a beaming smile; the Latina just tilted her head to the side in confusion. "I got a call from him last night and he asked me to talk to you about a job."

"Oh my god…" Brittany whispered in shock. The voice on the other end of the phone just chuckled.

"I own a dance studio in the city and I'm looking for a new teacher. I guess the jobs yours if I think you're a good enough dancer-" Before Kristin could finish Brittany was jumping around the kitchen and screaming at the top of her lungs. "Come down to the studio for two and you can show me what you've got."

"I'll be there. Thank you so much!" Brittany replied once her screams had finally subsided. Kristen said her goodbyes and ended the call.

Brittany took in a deep shaky breath and straightened out her smile. She placed her phone down gently before strutting back over to sit on her spot on the counter. The grapes were thrown in the air again and each one she caught with ease.

Santana and her father looked on at the scene with perplexed expressions. "What the hell was that?" Santana blurted out when the silence finally got too much for her to cope with.

Brittany looked down at the Latina and shrugged her shoulders. She turned back to throw a grape up in the air. "I need a shower." She jumped down and skipped out of the door, the beaming smile had returned when she heard two sets of footsteps follow her to the bathroom door.

"Brittany Peirce! Turn round and look at me." Santana demanded with fake anger.

"Yes baby?" Brittany asked sweetly. Santana just sent her a glare and cocked her eyebrow. "I got a job." She said nonchalantly and turned back to the bathroom. A scream erupted from the girl behind her and before she knew it she was thrown against the wall by Santana's body being thrown against her own. The screams quickly turned into full on laughter as Brittany turned and spun Santana in her arms. Their lips were pressed together and Brittany smirked into the kiss.

She clung to Santana's body tight as happiness charged through her body. She'd never been so happy in her entire life. She had the woman she loved and a soon to be job she loved. "I'm so proud of you, Brittany." Santana kissed her way up Brittany's neck.

"Me too." Marco's voice came from behind them causing them to break out of their trance. "What kind of job is it?" he asked curiously.

"I'll be working at a dance studio. I called Mike last night and asked him if he knew anyone." She beamed at the two people in front of her. "I really do need a shower though, I have to go down at two and dance for the woman who owns the place." She kissed Santana's temple before spinning on her heals and disappearing into the bathroom.

She was so excited. This was her first job and it would actually be something she loved. She wouldn't have to rely on Santana bringing in the money anymore either. She could take her out for meals and pay for it herself. Her smile grew at the thought. Things couldn't get any better.

The bathroom door clicked open and Santana strutted in behind her with lust filled eyes. She pulled her top up over her head and pressed her body against Brittany's. She hooked her thumbs around the waist band of Santana's underwear and slid them down her orgasmic legs. Santana hooked her arms around the back of Brittany's neck as they climbed into the shower together.

The blonde smirked to herself.

Now things couldn't get any better.