AN- I have not abandoned this story! I repeat I have not abandoned this story.

Once again I apologize for the (Very/extremely/where the fuck have you gone?) late chapter but I do have a legitimate reason in that I ended up in hospital after a particularly drunken night...Which I admit is completely my fault and might have hindered my writing somewhat :')

OH! Also I now have a beta (The lovely/awesome/amazing nints and you should totally go check her stories out…or something like that. Just saying) just to double check that all is well and making sense and making me less British...

gleetan- Thank you :) I think we should make a plan to cut them together, oh god my friends like Glee but not to the extent I do, so I'm basically by myself too.

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M- for ass kicking, language and lady loving in later chapters

Brittany's POV

There was a pause, my heart hammered loudly against my ribcage as if it was trying to escape. My breath stopped completely, biting my lip as hundreds of thoughts jumped into my mind at once.

Is this what she wants? Oh crap I've gone and messed this up for sure. Now we can't even be friends, I'm going to have to pack up and move to Quebec…

It took her a few moments to do…anything, as if she was stuck in some sort of dream world. Until finally she moved. Thank God she's alive. Although the thought of trying to do some CPR to revive her, mainly focusing on the kiss of life seemed to be all I could think about. That and how sexy I would look in a nurse outfit.

Her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she gave a small nod, before building up a rhythm with her nodding that almost looked like she was trying to shake the tears loose before I could see them. Eventually she opened her mouth to speak, taking a deep inhale as she closed her eyes; maybe it would be me who needs a doctor soon, because I'm sure this stress is going to kill me.

"Of course Brittany," Her voice barely audible over the thumping of my heart rate, which seemed to have picked up again as she paused, "But only if you'll be mine." the words choked in her throat as she struggled not to cry, a few tears trickled down my own cheek at the realization that she feels the same way. My chest clenched, almost as if it was trying to stop my heart from bursting out of my chest from happiness. But I'm glad it didn't…I mean can you imagine the mess? And I ain't a doctor, or nurse but I'm pretty sure you can't live after your heart explodes out of your chest.

"Uhuh," I nodded, a grin stretched over my face so wide it was hurting a little, in a good way. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to be your girlfriend, silly," I sent a playful wink towards her, scooting myself nearer to softly sweep her tears away with the pad of my fingers. Brushing gently under her eyes, I caught any dampness with my thumb and followed the damp tracks to the corner of her mouth where they had then fallen from her face, my seemingly permanent smile growing even bigger when a whisper of a kiss was pressed to my lingering digit.

I started tenderly tracing my girlfriend'slips, tickling along the sensitive skin and letting out a small squeak when she pretended to bite me, snapping her teeth playfully. I responded by closing the small distance between us and pressing a kiss to her cheek, which was returned with a giggle and a huge hug, the force of which sending us falling to the ground. My shoulders collided with the hard concrete of the floor and I was winded momentarily when I felt her crash against me soon after, but the shortness of breath was soon gone, or at least ignored,when I felt my face being peppered with kisses. A laugh bubbled out of my throat.

Should it be weird that I'm lying on the floor cuddling with a girl who I met after waking up to find myself naked and in a tube? Yes. Should it be weird that in this short time we've managed to develop feelings for each other and now we're dating without ever having an 'official ' date? Yes. But if you asked these questions, right now, would I think it was weird?

No.

I'll be the first to admit we don't seem like we would ever get along. We're opposite in basically any way you can think of:

Our personalities.

Her fiery temper and my easy going nature, which may have somehow been reflected by, or even born in, our elements, were the complete opposite. But then again if Rachel was water doesn't that make her fluid? Maybe it's because she cries a lot I don't know.

Our elements.

Our elements can't even exist together, her fire melting the ice that surrounds me, which in turn extinguishes the flame.

Parallels.

The blonde and the brunette, the tall one and short one, the Latina and the girl-who-is-bordering-on-albino-because-clearly-no-one-thought-to-give-me-sun-while-I-was-stuck-in-my-damn-tube, which actually kind of sucks, because if you think about it I would have had no tan lines if I was naked all the time…

The element and the experiment.

We shouldn't work. We're giving a whole new meaning to the saying 'opposites attract' and we are both aware of it, but choosing to ignore it. Despite all this I know there's no person that could ever fit me more perfectly.

I nudged Santana off me as nicely as I possibly could after a particularly hard elbow to the ribs as she shuffled around on top of me. We both sat up and just grinned stupidly at each other, my pinky finding hers to keep at least a little bit of contact as our eyes search each other's faces.

"So what do you wanna do now…girlfriend?" I blush at the emphasis Santana puts on the last word, tugging gently at my pinky.

Apart from you?

My thoughts immediately jump to when I stepped into this room earlier to see Santana working out. I had been really worried when she just stood up and walked away. Everyone told me to leave her, saying that it's something she does all the time, that she just wanted to be alone, but I knew that there was something wrong, especially when she didn't turn around when I called for her.

I went after her straight away, hammering the button as if it would make the elevator arrive quicker. Frowning as everyone just continued on with their conversations, almost as if they had already forgotten we had even been there in the first place. Now I could see why Santana preferred to be alone on her floor, no one else seemed to understand that the more people say that they want to be alone, the more they need someone to look after them. Or maybe they just don't understand Santana the way that I do…

I watched from a distance, creeping down the stairs to get a better view as Santana beat the crap out of that bag. I had seen her train before, but never like this. Swinging wildly with her fists, the familiar colors of oranges and reds sweeping up to her shoulders. My eyes fixated on the flexing muscles on Santana's back, clearly defined even through the material of her hoodie. She was strong. With each hit the punching bag looked as if it was going to break or swing off completely. I winced occasionally when she landed a particularly heavy hit, the sound of the impact piercing the otherwise silent room.

It was an unusual sight to take in. It didn't even seem real, Santana looking almost like an animal as her hits got even more irregular. The raw power and energy she was putting into each hit made me think that this was more than just a training exercise or something to pass the time. This was a therapy.

I bit my lip, trying to not make a sound as I shuffled even closer, wary of making a noise that would disturb her focus. My teeth nearly broke the skin as I bit down hard, listening to the huffs of air that forced their way out of Santana's mouth with each hit. My body shamelessly and very inappropriately heating up at the thought of her making similarly sounding noises, but my tongue being the reason behind them, dipping in between her…

I jolted hearing the first crash of flames against the wall.

My mind cleared of any sexy thoughts, mostly, it was hard, however, because have you seen Santana Lopez? If you looked up 'sexy' in the dictionary her name would be there.

I watched the beads of sweat running down her neck as she flung another fire missile into the wall, her profile coming into view as she turned. It took a lot of willpower to not jump her right then, mainly because I'd probably end up barbequing myself by accidentally walking into her fire. I wondered what she would taste like if I kissed her right now. Probably like armpits, 'cause she's all sweaty.

"Britt?"

I blinked a few times, focusing back on Santana's confused face. Crap.I blushed. I'd forgotten that she had asked a question a while ago. Hell, I had gone from wanting to do Santana, to creeping on her, to wanting to do Santana (again), to armpits. Sometimes I worried about my train of thought and how it leads me off to the strangest of places.

"Sorry, San," I sent an apologetic smile towards her. "I was just thinking."

"About what?" her head tilted to the side like a curious puppy. Cute.

"You," I replied, pausing for a moment. "Well actually how hot you are." I smirked teasingly.

Her eyebrow arched. "Hot or hot?"

I shrugged, trying to seem casual, looking around the room at the various burns and gouges marking the walls and ceiling.

"A little of both, I guess."

She shot her own smirk back, which was more effective than mine…I think it's the eyes, sometimes they look so, devilish.

"So," she started casually, "Which were you thinking about more?" The innocent tone of her voice was completely ruined by her dark eyes.

"Just you being generally hot." I winked towards her, trying to not be too specific, but I knew she knew exactly which one of the two I was referring to. She grinned, climbing up to her knees to close the distance completely between us, awkwardly placed over my crossed legs; she leaned down to kiss me.

"Wait!" I shouted before our lips connected. Running my fingers quickly through my hair and breathing into my hand and taking a inhale through my nose at the same time.

"Erm…Britt?"

"Huh?" I turned back to her, as I had twisted my body to the mirror behind me to check my appearance.

"Oh." I shyly smiled, realizing that my actions didn't really seem all that sane. My face flushing a deep red. "I just wanted to check everything was good."

"Brittany, babe, you're pretty perfect." Her voice took a low rumble of shy, amused affection. I was unsure if I could blush anymore, but that didn't stop me from letting out a weird choked giggle at the notion that she called me 'babe' and 'perfect' in the same sentence. My heart fluttered.

"Well I just wanted to look okay for our first proper couple kiss." I teased. I could see Santana was relieved by that answer, her thumb brushing softly against my arm.

"I think that's so sweet." My eyes scanned hers to check for any sign of joking, but all I saw was complete seriousness reflected back. "And if that's the case I better go get a shower because I smell like a foot." She grimaced at the clothes she was wearing.

I giggled at that, my hand skimming lightly over her arm, eventually coming to cradle her cheek in my palm.

"Well you're pretty perfect to me right now." I whispered softly, and watched her cheeks darken as she avoided my gaze, clearly shy. "And I don't care that you smell like a foot." I breathed, leaning in to close the already limited space between us. Her lips parting as I moved, anticipating the kiss. Our breaths mixed together in the seconds before our lips collided.

As we made contact my senses exploded. My heart jumped, jittery and excited, as our lips molded together effortlessly. My eyes fluttered shut as I lost myself in her. Inhaling deeply, finding the underlying tang of sweat underneath the scent that was undeniably Santana, that smoky, exotic smell that I couldn't get enough of.

I was hypersensitive to the way her skin felt on mine, delicately tracing my fingers down her neck as her tongue slipped in between my lips. Resisting the urge to wrestle my own tongue with hers, feeling the way she explored every inch of my mouth with careful probing. Content to let her get better acquainted, my fingers dancing across the contours of her neck. However, it wasn't long before Santana tired of the gentle approach, kissing me harder as her hands held to each of my thighs, leaning her body closer to allow better access. I smiled into the kiss, returning her enthusiasm with an equal amount of passion.

Our tongues stroked and massaged each other as she leant into me. My arms dropped down to her waist to pull her to me, her legs straddling mine as her hands jumped up to tangle into my loose hair, pulling gently in a way that made a small groan slip from my mouth to hers. I could feel her smile against me, the edges of her lips quirking upward. She pulled back slightly, in a way that nearly made me grab her and pull her back, until I felt her tongue swipe across my bottom lip. My breath gasped when I felt sharp teeth tugging against my lip when she reached the corner, and springing back into place when she let it go.

Our chests heaved in sync as we tried to force air back into our lungs. My hands slipped from her hips so I could lean backwards on them. I studied Santana carefully; her eyes were darkened with heavy lids, her mouth quirked into a smile directed towards me, distracting my gaze. My eyes focusing on her lips, swelled and red from our activities.

"You taste much better than armpits." I blurted out.

Are you kidding right now…Of all of the things to say after kissing someone! I better note that down, '101 things to not say after making out…Number one. You taste better than armpits' I mean are you serious right now brain. I swear if I didn't need you for living and stuff I would have had you removed ages ago.

Her face scrunching up in confusion, mouthing the words as she tried to figure out what the hell I just said. Reaching over with my hand to pull her completely onto me, maybe to distract her from figuring it out, I'm not sure. But more than likely because I just wanted to kiss her again. Our lips reconnected, only now her body was completely pressed against mine, her legs on either side of my waist. Her hand shot out behind me, as I lay further back, in order for her to keep her balance.

Tongues collided, more careless than before. Both of us battling for dominance now, a fight neither of us seemed willing to back down from easily. Either adrenaline or bravery fuelling me on as I cautiously lifted one of my arms from the floor, immediately becoming unsteady as I wobbled slightly. Tugging on the hem of her sweatshirt, my hand slipping underneath the fabric. A groan from Santana slipped into my mouth as I traced the heated stomach that belonged to my girlfriend. The foreign word entered my head as I stroked along the tight muscles. Her free hand gripping at my shoulder, I felt her fingers dig into my skin for more support.

My fingers dragging to her hip, outlining the familiar mark that belonged there. I whined when Santana pulled away from my lips only to start pecking her way down my throat, causing me to squirm underneath her. A hiss escaped my mouth as she nipped along my collarbone, making unseen marks that only we knew about. My head tilting back as I bit my lip.

My hand on Santana's hip stilled, making the decision to travel upwards. It's like it had a mind of its own. It crawled cautiously along her body, shifting up to the side of her waist, finding the curve of each individual rib with my fingertips. I felt a shuddering breath on my skin as I reached the edge of Santana's bra. I hesitated there, drawing patterns on the soft skin underneath the fabric, an internal battle raging, my thoughts flicked between Is this alright for me to do? and Boobs .And although the last one wasn't really a strong argument, a statement really, it was good enough.

I decided to go for it. I mean my hand was already there practically.

If it goes wrong, I can always say I…slipped? Yeah that'll work.

I swallowed as I cupped Santana's breast in my hand, feeling the lacy material of her bra against my palm as I squeezed gently. I stilled my breath, waiting for Santana to hit me or something. Instead, it was quite the opposite. Her hands grabbed for my loose shirt, eventually gripping and pulling me towards her, crashing our lips together again. The force of the kiss caused us both to topple over onto the ground, landing in a pretty awkward position.

I broke away from her mouth to kiss a line across her jaw, reaching her ear and biting delicately on her lobe, while simultaneously slipping my hand underneath her bra. Her head arching back with a groan as I gasped at the warm flesh in my hand. I tried to multitask between placing open mouthed kisses to Santana's neck and kneading the breast in my hand, occasionally drawing my thumb across her peaked nipple, which made her shiver and mutter something I assume was in Spanish. Urgh, okay, when did someone speaking in another language turn me on? I had no idea what she was even saying, but damn it was sexy. Even if she might have been saying 'where's my coat' or 'Please stop kissing me' but I doubt it would have been either of those phrases, I hope.

I gasped as I felt the telltale signs of my powers starting to awaken, the tingling sensation pulsing through my palms as the ice slowly formed around my hands. The new cold sensation only caused Santana to moan, her nails dig into each of my shoulder blades to pulling me in even closer to her. The arm caressing Santana was awkwardly squashed between us, while the other lightly ran through her hair. I saw Santana bite her lip, a few licks of flames appearing in her irises as she tried to keep herself under control. She's clearly better at it than me.

"Britt." I heard her whisper, her voice scratchy, as I pulled back slightly when I felt her loosen her grip. "Britt, stop."

I sat up. My eyes confused, I pulled my hand back from underneath her hoodie. Her brown eyes were apologetic. Oh hell no she is not going to stop my kisses again. A sigh slipped through my lips. She's such a tease. I pouted down towards her.

"It's not that I don't want to." She explained. "Because, God, I want to." she looked me up and down as she shyly bit her lip. "But I think I hear someone coming." I shifted to look at the door above us.

I strained my ears to hear the telltale 'ping' of the elevator, followed by footsteps down the walkway towards the door at the top of the stairs leading to the basement area. Looking between the door and Santana, I suddenly realized the compromising position we were in. Flailing around to get myself away from Santana as she scrambled to her feet and offered a hand to pull me up.

"Look casual." was the advice given to me as I got to my feet.

"What?" I mouthed holding out my hands, both still coated in ice Santana's confused shrug was the only answer I got. I tried my hardest to shake the ice back into my hands, to no result. I guessed Santana could see me panicking as she leapt over, quickly forming flames with her hands and wrapping them around mine, careful not to burn me. The ice melted off quicker than it appeared, water dripping onto the floor. As the door opened I stood with my hands on my hips looking around the room, Santana had her arms folded, looking at the fingernails on her left hand.

"Oh thank God." The voice of Quinn carried around the room.

"We thought you had killed her or something." Pointing at Santana, a snicker escaped my lips. Quite the opposite, unless you can get killed by kisses. Which is something I wouldn't have minded at all. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand.

"What Quinn?" I heard Santana snap beside me. "Clearly she's fine. I'm fine. We're both fine." She sent a secret smile towards me, before turning to glare a little at Quinn. Which I guessed was more about her interrupting us than anything else. The shorter blonde raising her eyebrow, clearly used to Santana's outbursts.

"It's just you've been down here for hours and some of us were worried you might have burnt Brittany here to a crisp." She looked between us suspiciously. Her eyes went straight to the marks on Santana's neck before flickering up to my disheveled hair. "What have you two been doing?"

"Training."

"Talking."

"Erm, talking."

"Training?"

We sent matching grins towards Quinn, Santana giving her a thumbs up that sent me into a fit of giggles.

"O-kaaay" She said, still looking at us both through narrowed eyes. To be fair, we did both look like two kids caught stealing cookies from the jar. Our eyes darted anywhere but at each other in case we started laughing again.

"Well we're going to watch a few movies upstairs if you want to come, maybe a few Disney ones." Quinn informed us, turning her back to leave. "So see you there, unless you aren't too busy training." She threw behind her shoulder with a sneer as she headed back to the door, using finger quotations for the last words, making me blush. "Or was it talking?" she said, although I could hear the smile in her voice, as the door shut in place behind her.

It wasn't until we were sure Quinn had gone back upstairs that we both let out the breath we had been holding, relaxing our uncomfortable positions.

"That was close." Santana breathed out. I just nodded, laughing to myself at Quinn's confused face.

"We are going to watch the movies aren't we San?" I turned to look at her with a playful pout.

"Do you want to?" she asked, taking my hands in hers and swinging them gently back and forth. I nodded again, my blonde hair flipping all over the place. "Well in that case how can we not?" She decided, standing up on the points of her feet to kiss me on the end of my nose. My face scrunching up with a smile.

She turned to leave, keeping one of her hands wrapped around mine, as she lead me towards the stairs. I suddenly stopped. A thought running through my head as we were about to leave, the sudden lack of movement causing Santana to jolt, nearly pulling her arm out her socket. Okay maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but I actually might have. I'm still not a doctor.

"San" I gasped out as she span back around to face me, brown eyes searching for any signs of trouble.

"What Britt?" she hesitantly replied, still checking over to see if I had injured myself in those two steps we took towards the door. I had to smile weakly at her concern.

"It's just…" I paused, thinking on how to explain. "Are we telling people…about us I mean?" Hoping it wouldn't be one of those 'what happens in the basement stays in the basement' type thing. A dopey grin crossed her mouth at the reminder that we are now an 'official' couple, it was only a few seconds later that I noticed I was wearing the same one. I watched as she blinked a few times, straightening her face, seeming to be thinking hard. Finally opening her mouth after a debate with herself.

"I don't think we should tell people…" My heart dropped at her words, the butterflies in my stomach becoming heavy, weighing me down and making me feel sick. My head drooped as I tried to hold back tears.

"No!" she shouted, cupping my cheeks in her hands, making me look at her. "I don't mean that in a bad way." she continued to explain when she saw the confusion on my face. How can that not be in a bad way? "I mean in a way that it's not really any of their business." her thumbs brushed my cheeks as she talked.

"Okay." I mumbled, not really agreeing, but not really disagreeing, shifting around on my feet. My eyes closed as I nervously started to chew the inside of my lip.

"Britt?" Her voice just reached my ears. "Britt look at me." It sounded more like a plea than an order; reluctantly I opened my eyes to be faced with her teary brown ones. "I just don't think they'd understand." I shuddered slightly as her hands slipped down from my cheeks and back to my hands. "But I'm not going to hide us." I smiled as she wrapped her pinky around mine, the familiar gesture calming me slightly.

"We'll tell them. I promise Brittany. Just not right away." her finger tightening around mine.

I reached over for some more popcorn. My hand fumbled around as I tried to keep my eyes on the screen.

Blanket. More blanket. Not popcorn. Lord Tubbington. Blanket again. Santana's leg. Santana's leg. Santana's leg…Move your hand! Blanket. Even more blanket. Ooh popcorn.

I dipped my hand into the bowl and crammed as many of the popped kernels as I could into my mouth, chewing noisily as I watched the movie on the screen.

I had been a little thrown by mine and San's conversation down in the basement after Quinn had left. But I realized that it hadn't changed anything, I'm still sitting watching a movie with my girlfriend, curled up against her under a blanket as our 'unused' hands are holding each other. My left and Santana's right hand. Seeing as we don't use them, well not really, I write with my right and Santana her left. See. Made for each other. Strangely no one had commented on our unusual and sudden (girl) friendship, knowing San's usual reluctance to be around people.

Either they were choosing to ignore it, were too busy watching the movie I mean come on Hercules is an awesome film, and Meg…Super hot. Or hadn't noticed at all. I'm guessing it was the first one though. It was like it was in plain sight to everyone, the word girlfriends or partners on everyone's lips. Just no one had said it aloud yet.

I curled up closer to Santana, silently relieved that we were keeping us quiet right now. There would be too many questions that I doubt even we would know the answers to. Right now it was just me and Santana in our little bubble. Okay I'll admit I talked to Tubbs about it. I took his 3 blinks in a row to mean that he approved of Santana, I'm kind of glad I got his blessing. I shifted to a more comfortable position, my head resting in the crook of her neck as our hands broke apart so her arm could wrap around me, a sigh of contentment slipping out of my lips.

"You know I can barely concentrate on this movie, it is full of historical inaccuracies."

"Rachel we know." I heard Kurt call from the couch beside us. "Would you please stop informing us that the muses were not in fact sassy black women?" My head bob up and down as Santana snickered at the exchange.

"She does have a point, though." She whispered to me as I nodded against her.

My head lifting up from Santana's chest to look around the room. I noticed the couples all paired off, cuddling on various seats around the room. Apart from Puck. He's kind of forever alone right now, slouched on a beanbag drinking a beer. Santana, Tubbs and I picking the prime couch directly opposite the T.V. She nearly fought Rachel and Finn for it.

Her body was stretched fully out, resting with her feet on the table in front of her. My right arm was draped over her waist and my leg was curled around hers, with the popcorn bowl balanced on her left thigh, on top of the starry blanket we had borrowed from Rachel.

I nestled my head back down, watching as Tubbs stalked over to sit by Puck. Mutiny! Although I'll let it slide because Puck looks like a sad panda all alone, and it's probably just because he has alcohol. That cat has some bad habits. My hand slipping out from the blanket to reach out for the popcorn again, grinning in triumph as I got some first time, cupping a few into my hands.

I was distracted by a small tap to my shoulder, my eyes unwilling to move my eyes away from the colorful musical number on the screen. I tilted my head up to see Santana, trying to hold in my laugh when I saw her mouth open, clearly waiting for a piece of popcorn.

A silent conversation happened between us. I soft shake of my head that told her 'no chance am I going to feed you' countered by a perfectly raised eyebrow that screamed 'I'll cause a scene if you don't'.

I let out a defeated sigh and pulled a face at her as she winked towards me in victory. Her eyes sparkling with delight as I stretched my hand to hold out a piece of popcorn for her, completely disinterested in the movie right now. My breath hitching as her lips lingered a tiny bit too long on my fingers to have been classed as innocent. Narrowing my eyes at her as the corner of her mouth twitched upwards into a smirk, before sending a fleeting lick to my fingertips to clean up.

I drew in a shuddery breath, the way she was watching me made me think she knew exactly what she was doing. I waited for a moment, sending my own smirk towards her as I watched her gulp, her eyes widening slightly. Turning my head back towards everyone, my gaze darted around the room just to double check that the coast was clear-ish. By that I meant Rachel and Kurt were still bickering and everyone else was watching what was happening on the giant TV screen. Yes? All good. I relaxed back into her shoulder, my eyes on the TV ahead, feeling San watching me as I watched the screen.

I waited for a while; I made a point to watch one of the musical numbers, instantly making it my favorite, just to lure Santana into a false sense of security, my grin creeped back when I slowly dragged my arm across Santana's waist, my fingers tracing swirling patterns as I moved torturously slow across her clothing. My pulse raced faster after feeling Santana's muscles tense up as soon as my hand started to move, feeling the taught muscles contract even through layers of material. I was secretly thankful for the covering of the admittedly hideous blanket, so even if someone did turn their eyes away from the Disney classic on the screen to look at us, they would see nothing out of the ordinary.

I loved the way I could hear her heart thudding against the chest that I lay on, each beat making me bolder in my actions. My hands found their way back underneath her sweatshirt as I my hand slipped in to brush against her toned skin.

I'll show you a tease.

I traced the contours around each of her defined abs, my eyes looking at the TV screen but not really seeing what was happening. Instead, my ears strained to hear all of the noises that Santana was making next to me, each rattling sigh as I dipped lower and lower, the gasps when I made the lightest circling motion with my fingertips and the involuntary hiss of displeasure as I travelled back upwards. I laughed softly at her reactions, hoping that she could feel my breath tickling at her neck. Something tells me that she hand that was previously draped over me now tickled at my ribs, and I did my best not to squirm away.

So it's a war she wants, is it?

I travelled back down her stomach, wondering to myself if Santana was also trying to watch the movie on the screen, or if she was watching me, I bit my lip at the thought of her eyes fixed on me. My fingers arched, using only the tips of my nails to move around the tanned skin, scratching lightly to Santana's hip, unhurried in my movements. Only pausing for a mere second when Santana curled her arm further around me, slipping down around my waist, fiddling with the buttons on the plaid shirt that I was wearing, not enough to loosen them, but to slip her flingers in the space between the two. Her fingers skimmed across the upper portion of my abdomen, leaving a heated trail as she drew patterns randomly against my cool skin.

My body stiffened immediately, wondering if, as her hand slipped so beautifully across my skin, she could feel them. The crisscross of scars across my body, the first things that I had noticed when I saw myself. The marks may have faded slightly, near invisible against my pale skin, but the smooth scars could be felt if you ran your finger across breathing stopped altogether as her finger brushed against one of them; my heart sinking as she slowly removed her hand to escape the confines of my shirt.

It wasn't until she slipped her hand down to the next available space passing another button did a gasp out in surprise. I tried to mask it as a cough which ended in me sounding like a choking penguin. A wicked chuckle came from Santana as she pressed a chaste kiss to the top of my head. My body relaxed at the fact that I hadn't been scorned completely as she circled my bellybutton with one finger.

Breathing unevenly I continued to finish what I started. Pressing my palm against the elemental mark Santana bore on her hip, feeling the heat radiating off it. My pinky finger made contact with the waistband of her sweatpants as I spread out my fingers, brushing my little finger along the length of the waistband, grazing the top of her underwear only faintly, but enough for a groan to escape Santana's lips. Her head quickly looked around to check if anyone heard.

Her hand was completely still against me, her heart racing as she focused on what I was going to do next. Slipping her hand out from my shirt, a whine escaping my mouth as the contact disappeared. The same hand knotted in my hair, tugging it softly to the side as she whispered hotly into my ear. Just one word.

"Brittany."

Oh my god that has to be the sexiest way anyone has ever said my name. Scratch that, it's the sexiest thing anyone has ever said…ever.

My fingers still danced along the edges of Santana's lacy briefs, the urge to just dive right in nearly overwhelming any sort of rational thought right now. I lifted my fingers up against her sweatpants, taking away any form of contact between my hand and her skin. Carefully, I extended my fingers downwards to dig my nails delicately into her thigh, making her leg twitch slightly.

Bad idea.

The already wobbly popcorn bowl clattered to the ground that, along with Santana's 'Fuck' of annoyance, was enough for us to spook me slightly, although I am still thankful to the blanket. It should get an award or something. I tried to bring my arm back towards me without it being obvious as heads started to turn in our direction.

"Seriously Santana, way to interrupt a movie." a growl ripping through someone's throat, as she turned to see who it was, loosening her grip on my hair. Both of us slid to a more upright position as I detangled myself from her.

"Are you kidding me?" Santana snarled tauntingly as she gripped the sides of the couch to hold herself steady. "I didn't think you would enjoy a Disney film, Puck. Guess some of my gayness has finally rubbed off on you."

"Erm, Santana?" Sam called from the couch beside where Puck was sitting. "Hercules finished half an hour ago…we're watching The Dark Knight."

It was my turn to laugh now, casually rolling about the couch in hysterics as Santana just stared open mouthed at him. Everyone was staring at Santana, looking like they were either about to laugh or cry. I thought that she would have at least noticed someone getting up and changing the DVD.

It's not like it's hard to miss.

She turned to me then, my head tilted to look at her narrowed eyes. To anyone else it would have looked like the death stare of the century, but I could tell that in reality she was just trying not to laugh and maybe a little pissed off that it was my fault she now looked either unobservant or a little bit slow. I just grinned in response, cuddling back into her to watch the rest of the movie.

Teasing battle round one winner: Brittany Pierce.

So I'm literally so excited for the next chapter…

It's going to be so long. Like if it was a theatrical production, it would be the dramatic END OF ACT 1...This was like a small build up to it...ahh I'm delirious from the pain meds I think.

I literally had no idea when I started this story that it would be this long and I'm not kidding when I say we're probably not even halfway through (I can't even tell if that's good or bad )

But like I want to go around and individually kiss all you reviewers/followers/favourite-ers? And that isn't even the pain meds talking…

Next chapter. Prepare yourselves.