I pulled her onto the dance floor with a smile as the DJ started playing the latest Lady Gaga single. I spun her around with a flourish and she started laughing.

She has such an adorable laugh.

I pulled her back into me and linked our other hands. We rocked in rhythm and smiled at each other. The dance floor was crowded and everyone was bumping into everyone else. Santana took a turn spinning me, but she only let me get around halfway before putting her right hand on my hip and pulling my back into her front. Finally, after a week of repeated daydreams of our encounter at BreadStix last week, her hand had found its way back again. I could feel her breasts pushing into my back and she held me impossibly close, swaying to the music, grinding on my back. She rested her chin on my shoulder, and I placed on hand on top of hers on my hip and wrapped the other one around the back of her neck, turning around and saying into her ear, "You're a good dancer."

"I've got a good partner," she whispered back. I let her hand run over the top of my skirt, caressing the strip of skin that was exposed from my shirt riding up. My entire body was engulfed in a chill and I gasped when I felt her slide her thumb underneath the bottom edge of my shirt and pull me even closer into her. I became even more aware of the fact that the front of her hips we pressed up against me. I could feel her breathing onto my ear and neck and she buried her lips into the skin of my shoulder.

Is she kissing me?

I noticed after a few more moments that we were both sweating. Our bodies were writhing together and beginning to slip over one another. I felt her hand move higher up on my abs and under my shirt. My heart began to swell and I felt her begin to shake slightly through a chill.

"Santana..." She didn't look up at me. "Santana..." I whispered again. I turned around in her grasp and lifted her face to mine with one finger. I left my hand on her cheek and brushed her hair out of her eyes. She looked at me with an expression I couldn't place. "Santana, what is it?"

"It's okay, I'm fine Britt," she forced a smile. A slow song came over the speakers, and I pulled her in close with both hands over her shoulders. She put her other arm around my waist and accepted my silent offer to dance. She rested her head on my shoulder again and I smiled.

"I love holding you," I spoke into her ear.

She looked up at me and her expression was still covered with indescribable uncertainty. "Why don't we go get our next drink from the table?" she suggested.

"Uh... okay, I guess."

Why is she acting this way? I just want to dance with her.

We got back to the table, and our drinks were waiting on us, we sat down and each took a long gulp without speaking, then I finally turned to face her and pulled her chair to face mine, my legs on either side of hers.

"Santana," I almost lost my breath at her beauty, "San... what's wrong? Why are you shutting down? Are you not having fun?"

"NO! No, Brittany, it's not like that at all!" She grabbed my hands, "Of course I'm enjoying being here with you. I just have to calm myself down."

"What do you mean 'calm yourself down'?"

She blushed and looked away.

Was she embarrassed?

She leaned in, and, as I was enjoying becoming accustomed to, huskily whispered into my ear.

"I had to make myself realize that I can't make out with you on that dance floor in front of all of McKinley High."

I didn't know what to say to that. She was still close enough for me to feel her breath, and I wrapped a hand onto the back of her head, digging and twirling with her curly dark brown locks, not letting her move away. She was holding her breath, as was I.

I felt a rush of bravery and slightly opened my lips to speak into her ear.

"Well, with moves like that, it won't be long til I'll be the one holding back," I paused and smiled slightly to myself, seeing the awestruck look on her face, "cause, baby, you're smoking hot."

I leaned back away from her and picked up my glass as I stood up to head back to the dance floor, willing her to follow me with my mind. I knew my stunt had worked when I felt her slide her palm into mine and turn me to face her, huge smile in place.

A new song I didn't recognize was providing a sensual and smooth rhythm, and we began dancing again. This time, we were facing each other, with our legs alternating, putting both of our right legs between the others and grinding impossibly close, faces only inches from each other.

"You know, for someone who says she doesn't know what she wants, you sure seem to be showing me what you want."

I looked at her for a second, thinking about what she said. I subconsciously pulled her closer into me, still dancing, but I must have had a curious look on my face. She gave me two quick squeezes where her hand was on my side, snapping me back from my thought and to the moment. "Are you okay?" She seemed so hesitant asking me that.

"Yeah, sorry San, I don't know where I went there." I gave her the biggest smile, "I'm really, really good."

"Are you sure? You seemed a little checked out there. Did you even hear me?"

"Yeah, I heard you. I guess I was just thinking about what you said. I hadn't thought about that. I'm just doing what feels natural."

She smiled and paused, and we continued dancing, our bodies moving effortlessly in unison with each other.

"Would it be totally out of line to tell you that, what feels natural for me, right now… would be to kiss you?"

I looked at her a little surprised at her brazen comment, and the pause must have made her nervous because she spoke again before giving me an opportunity to respond.

"I'm sorry, that was way too fast. I shouldn't have said that." She was beating herself up, mentally, and I had to stop her. I reached up and cut her off by placing two fingers on your lips and shushing.

"I'm just…" She stopped and her eyes went wide.

"You're so cute when you're worried," I said, and couldn't help but laugh. "Baby, when the time is right, you'll know it's okay. You have to trust that I won't go along with anything that I'm not okay with." I leaned in close and kissed her on the cheek, and then rested my head on her shoulder. As if planned, "Just a Kiss" by Lady Antebellum washed over the speakers. Santana wrapped her arms tighter around me as I was closing my eyes and allowing the scent of her perfume and shampoo to make me forget everything else.

"I should have told you this earlier, but I love holding you, too. I've always loved it." She kissed the top of my head and it seemed as though the entire world, except for us, disappeared into the background.

The rest of the night was a total blur. Santana and I danced until the DJ was done, taking every chance we could get to steal glances and driving each other wild with our roaming hands. The lights were coming up, and Rachel had treated us very nicely in the drinks department. I looked over at Santana, who was trying so hard to stand upright, when I realized that neither of us were going to be able to drive anywhere. I slipped away from the table and pulled out my phone.

It took all my strength to sound sober as I spoke to my mom. She would kill me if she knew I had a fake ID.

"Hey, Mom. Yeah, sorry it's a little later than you asked, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to stay at Santana's tonight."

"Okay, dear. Be home by eleven tomorrow; you have things to do around the house this weekend."

"Yes ma'am. Eleven it is," I smiled and hung up the phone. As I turned around I saw Santana staring at me, looking very buzzed and very confused.

"Why are you on the phone instead of over here with me?"

She looked slightly upset, but still totally adorable.

Gosh, I am falling fast.

"I was calling my mom, baby. Telling her that I'm staying over with you tonight." I sat down and took her hands in mine as I said this. She smiled a huge, drunken smile, and I melted a little. "C'mon, San. We can't drive yet, so let's take a walk."

We stood up and made our way out into the cool, fresh night air. I linked my arm in hers to steady both of us. And we started walking towards a park not far from BreadStix. We got there and walked up to the playground. There was a little plastic hut that led to the slide, and we climbed up the ladder and Santana laid down. I gladly laid next to her and rested my head on the front of her shoulder as she wrapped one arm around me. I placed my free hand on her stomach and started drawing circles over her shirt onto her abs. I felt her body tighten up and I looked up towards her face.

"Tickle?" I said with a smile.

"No, it doesn't tickle. It feels reallygood. I just still can't through to my head that this is all happening. I can't believe I've told you how I feel, and I can't believe that you're not running away. The opposite, almost, you're…" She looked so serious and genuine, but her voice broke and faded away. She didn't know how to finish the sentence. For the first time since her break down towards me the past week, she was letting all her guards down.

I pushed myself up with one arm, resting on my elbow and looked down at her. Her hair was splayed all around her head, framing her face, and her gorgeous brown eyes seemed to glow in the light from the stars and street lamp. I stared at her for another few moments, and then slowly lowered myself over her face, pressing my lips into hers. I brought my other hand up from her stomach and rested it on her cheek as I deepened the kiss, wanting to feel all of her. I sucked at her top lip as I felt her hands caressing my lower back. She slowly licked my bottom lip and I opened them so she could slide it into my mouth. She began squeezing my body, pulling me deeper into her. When our tongues touched for the first time I felt my entire body shiver, and I could feel her heart beating so heavily into my chest.

Finally, I had to pull away so that I could breathe, and I rested my forehead on hers. Very quietly, not wanting to break the moment I brushed her cheek with my thumb and said, "Santana, believe it. Believe that I'm not running. Believe that I realize there is something here, with us, that is stronger than anything either of us has ever felt. I still don't think I know entirely what it is, but being here with you feels so comfortable and right. And I'm so sorry I've been fighting it. But, believe this all, because it's happening, and, if you'll let it and want it, this will keep happening..." I kissed her again, lightly and pulled away.

"And it will happen again,"

*Kiss*

"And again,"

*Kiss*

"And again."

After those last two words she shifted her position and turned me over onto my back, with her arms still wrapped around me. She came down and got another kiss, this one more heated and wanting that before. She moved down my neck, kissing and sucking down until she was at the pulse point in the crook of my neck. I put one hand on the back of her head, letting my fingers get lost in her brown curls as I closed my eyes and let her send chills up and down my spine with her tongue's dance on my neck and collarbone.

Without realizing it, I let out a low moan,

"San..."

She stopped what she was doing, and met my eyes again.

"Brittany, I have imagined this moment, having you in my arms and kissing you, so many times. But it was never this good." She smiled and I pulled her lips down to meet mine again.

After making out for over half an hour, both of our lips were going numb, and we were running out of breath. She laid on top of me, her head resting on my chest. I could feel her heart beating on my stomach, and I couldn't help but smile.

I was combing my fingers through her hair when she looked up at me, resting her chin on my chest and staring into my eyes.

"Brittany Pierce, I think I'm falling in love with you," she said, with a single tear running down her cheek.

I just looked at her for a few moments before wiping away her tear.

She's falling in love with me? I was so not expecting that.

"San," I said quietly, "I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, Britt. I know this is still new to you, and I don't expect you to be able to say that back to me yet, or ever. But you've been so open and honest with me tonight, so I just want you to know how serious I am about this. About you."

"Well, you're right. I don't think I am ready to say that to you, yet. But, I can tell you this," I smiled wide as I continued talking. "I love being around you, and I love being with you. I love holding you and I absolutely die every time I feel your hands on my body. I loved dancing with you tonight. And this," I pointed back and forth between us, signaling that I was referring to how we were currently laying, "... this definitely needs to happen a little bit more often."

I reached down and pulled her up to meet my lips again, slightly biting on her lower lip and felt her groan into my mouth. "Yeah, Santana, that's something else I am growing fond of." I winked at her and kissed her again, this time more softly, more gently.

She rested her head back on my chest and after a few silent moments I realized that she had fallen asleep. I had known from years of cheer camps and sleepovers that she twitches as she falls asleep, and I could feel her arm twitching, as it loosely wrapped around my waist. Then, the twitching subsided and she so softly snored. I smiled to myself, remembering that this was how I knew she had fallen asleep at her house that fateful night. Just like that night, I wrapped my arms around her again and felt myself start to drift off.

Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.